Chapter 76

EPOV

“That’s it nâhtötse, let it all out” My fingers were threading through Bella’s hair soothing her as she wept.

From the moment we had come into our room Bella hadn’t stopped crying. Sitting on the couch she slunk to the floor kneeling at my feet with her head in my lap. My first instinct was to stop her by keeping her in my arms but I understood the need she had to be where she was. After the night she endured the security and reassurance that came from being on her knees would be most welcomed. The tears were therapeutical, allowing her to finish processing her thoughts and release all the pent up emotions.

The relentless crying came in spurts through muttered words about fluted vases, see-saws and glass blowers. There was no way for me to tell what she was talking about so I just let her cry while I comforted her best I could.

It had been almost twenty hours of an emotional roller coaster ride that I was ready to get off of. After Bella had gone to sleep in the early morning hours, I picked up her journal and began to read. The words she writes are so articulate that there leaves no doubt in my mind as to the point she is making. That has both a positive and negative effect on me. On one hand I’m glad that there is a full understanding of the workings of her mind yet on the other I don’t always like what I read. In this instance the latter was definitely the case.

It was slightly disconcerting to read the casual references she made to both me and my collar she wore. I could see how with my property adorning her neck, Bella would think of it as her possession. It would also be easy to allow her to continue with that train of thought. But to what end? It would seem detrimental to her mindset if I tolerated the misconception. If it is hers, then what reason does it serve others than to be a pretty trinket, rather than an outward expression of submission and therefore obedience?

Getting Bella to adjust her train of thought on that matter should be an easy endeavor and I hoped that once it was mentioned to her, that I would not have to revisit the problem again. But it was Bella I was talking about and that was something I would have to see about later along with her referring to me as Edward.

Hmmm…one thing at a time

My biggest concern was Bella’s assumption that I would be proud of her for not bothering me while she figured out a course of action on her own. She might have saw not coming to me as a source of pride, but I knew it was much deeper than that. Whenever Bella was in a situation that she couldn’t control she used an “I don’t need you” attitude as a defense mechanism.

She had done it her whole life, starting when her mother died and making the move to Washington. In her earlier journal entries Bella talks about never allowing Charlie to see her cry because she didn’t want him to think that he had inherited a sniveling child. That same behavior continued all through her life intensifying to include her whole family during her marriage.

Bella separated herself from any and everyone who offered help in order to have some control over an uncontrollable situation. Judging from her unscrupulous activities she was attempting to do the same thing with me.

The unhappiness Bella had over the task of setting three short term goals was made known immediately. To me it seemed like a simple assignment that would give me an insight into how she prioritized; yet to her it became major event that she would have been very happy to not comply with. I however wasn’t giving her a choice, so in her mind by not seeking my guidance she reverted back to what had worked in the past.

Wielding her stubbornness like a two edged sword, using it as protection against an assault while also striking it towards anyone who could assist her. The last blow was struck in my direction because if she had no power over what I was requiring of her then she was going to control any part of it that she could. That included keeping me at a distance while she fumbled around trying to figure out what it was I wanted from her.

Silly girl

Had I been anyone else it might have worked, but to her detriment I knew my Bella better than she knew herself. I will admit that when the problem first raised its ugly head I was perplexed. Once we spoke about it on the balcony it started to become clear, especially when she admitted to purposely evading my questions. By the time I had read her journal there wasn’t a doubt in my mind as to what she was doing and I knew that the self-destructed behavior had to end.

That left me with the dilemma of what to do about it. After going back to bed I laid there holding Bella while different ideas ran through my head. As I thought about the whole thing several truths fell into place.

Bella was still under the fallacy that independence was something to be prized. She wanted to prove that she was fully capable doing things on her own without my assistance. She wore my collar (and pretty as it was) the significance of that act carried connotations that she seemed to have forgotten about. And last but not least was her delusion that somehow I had become a willing partner in the bizarre game of chicken she was playing. Unfortunately for her I was not going to be the one to flinch.

Perhaps had my Bella been anyone else a stern talking to or a compassionate plea would have been enough for her to see the error of her ways. But not my girl, she was the type of person that needed to see things for herself. I could tell her the sky was blue and she would nod her head in agreement but never truly believe until she saw it.

No, when it came to tenacity Isabella was likened to a drug addict or an alcoholic, she had to hit rock bottom. Letting it shatter her apart until all the fight was gone and she was confronted with the truth staring her in the face.

As the lesson started to formulate in my mind I wondered if it was the right thing to do. It seemed like an obvious form of discipline. As surly as Isabella dismissed me and all that I can give her, I would turn the tables and dismiss her. I had to rationalize the degree to which I would go. In no way did I want her to feel abandoned or neglected. I would be attentive, respectful, and caring yet when it came to showing acceptance of her service that would be totally rejected.

God I hated to fucking do that

I’m a selfish bastard who enjoys Isabella’s submission and all the little ritual protocols that come along with it. Yet, if she’s going to fight me every step of the way with her manipulative willfulness then it’s all shit anyway. Bella needed to rationalize her behavior against what is expected of her and that was something she was going to have to see for herself.

No, it was the best way, maybe the only way

The ramifications alarmed me as I worried about her fragile confidence. Bella had worked so very hard at getting to where she is in her submission and she needed to remain that way. If I was not careful six weeks of hard work, tears, and letting go of pent up anxieties could be destroyed, that was something I was not willing to let happen. Bella needed to remain assured of her place in my heart, positive in her submission, and aggressive in moving forward; all of which basically meant that I had to break her without annihilating her delicate self-esteem.

Words from the journal kept resonating through my mind ‘my own pride stopped me’ and ‘what was so wrong?’ both statements were followed up with justified intentions. That was another thing Bella needed to think about. There should be no need to justify, her only justification is that it had been asked of her – again it comes back to total obedience. Once that was set in her mind all the rest would come easily. Well, at least easier; because it will all come back to her setting aside her own arrogance to obey my words and my rules without question. Isabella’s total obedience was not something I was willing to compromise on.

Yes…it had to be done

It was going to take a lot of strength on my part, first in just carrying out the discipline. Isabella was not going to be a happy, in fact I was downright positive she would be miserable. It was going to kill me to see her like that and all I could hope was that it didn’t take all fucking night. I was going to have to be constantly on edge keeping her close so she didn’t doubt my affection yet distant enough for her to learn the lesson. It was going to be a balancing act that would require me to walk on a tight rope made up of my own emotions.

I was also going to need the strength to pick up the shattered pieces once Isabella broke, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she would break. Once that happened the crash would come like a tidal wave that I would need to let her ride out while still keeping myself on the same tight rope. Again I liked it to an intervention that takes place with someone addicted to a chemical and the one thing that is required – tough love.

Could I do that?

For Bella ? For our relationship? For her growth?

Yes, I could!

Once my mind was made up I let sleep take me knowing that I would need to be strong, and for Bella I could that.

Several times throughout the day I second guessed my plan, it was hard to show her that she was loved and meant everything to me while still refraining from fucking her. Twice - I almost caved twice -throughout the day.

The first in the morning while I was still considering other routes, Bella was enticing standing in the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel twisted on her head and a bra. I hadn’t a chance to really kiss her good morning and once I did the touch of her skin sent that fucking tingle I feel straight to my dick. Reasoning in my mind that it wouldn’t be a good idea wasn’t enough and it was one of the few times I was glad my brother interrupted.

The next was when we came back from our trip into town. I fucking wanted her and the thought of Bella in the next room naked with nothing but a thin wooden door between us nearly drove me mad. Pacing the floor like an expectant father while I kept repeating ‘it’s for Bella – tough love Edward – stick to your plan’ was the only thing that kept me in the outer room.

Fucking longest five minutes of my life

It was easier on the beach as I could exert some energy by passing the football around with my brothers while the women talked. When we joined them Bella was all too eager to comply with my time schedule and I had surge of remorse for dashing her enthusiasm for the evening. That only lasted for a brief moment as I was told the topic of the conversation the girls were having.

I still find it rather disconcerting that whenever women get together they seem to always talk about sex. It’s not like men never mention sex or make innuendos because we do. The thing I can’t grasp is the open, in-depth conversations about personal preferences and experience; Emmett’s right, women tell each other everything.

Once the women went inside we sat on the blanket talking, and I mentioned that Bella was not going to be her happy self for the evening. My only reason for saying anything at all was so that neither of them, especially Emmett – who has no filter – would question Bella as to her demeanor. Which I was sure would be downcast and I didn’t want to make her any more uncomfortable. Jasper didn’t exactly understand what I was going to do and I didn’t go into explanations with either of them as to the reasons.

Emmett knew the routine and dropped the subject but Jasper was more persistent, “What exactly was Bella’s crime Edward?”

Giving him an It’s none of your fucking business look I told him flatly, “There was no crime. My submissive needs discipline. If that makes you uncomfortable we will spend the evening by ourselves.”

Emmett shrugged, “Do what you have to do.”

“You’re not going to hit her,” Jasper stated as if he would not allow that to happen. At my assurance he shook his head, “I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it. The only thing I’m asking is that you not interfere and for god’s sake don’t tell Alice.”

That was all I needed. If my sister knew she would be sure to tell Bella and I wanted my girl to come to her own conclusions. Rose – Rose would keep her mouth shut.

“Whatever Edward.”

I expected that Jaspers acquiescence had more to do with his curiosity than actual acceptance. If we were all together it would give him a glimpse into our world and it would also give him the assurance that I don’t ‘hit’ Bella. Whatever his reason, he gave me his consent to join them for the evening with the promise to not say a word to Alice.

Knowing something is going to be difficult and actually living it is two different things. My mind was going round and round at the fact that Bella had no words for what my collar meant. It’s not that I had picked out a word and no other would do, because that wasn’t the case. In my heart I wanted to hear something that had to do with obedience; anything that took the focus off of Bella and placed it at my feet would have been sufficient.
Her generic answers of ‘this girl is owned’ and ‘she is his’ where not an acceptable answer and frankly I found them to be inwardly centered. Focusing the attention on what Isabella gets - owned and controlled - I wanted to know what my collared submissive was willing to give.

The more I thought about it the more positive I was in following through with my plan. That was until the look of devastation crossed her face when I told her it didn’t matter what she wore. I had seen that same look before, while Bella laid restrained to the mat on the playroom floor right after I reprimanded her for poor eating habits.

Standing there staring into her eyes, watching as the pain rolled through her, fucking broke my heart and I had to tell myself it was for her own good. Calling upon all my training it took every ounce of control I had to remain strong and impassive. What I really wanted to do was pull her to my body and beg her to see the destruction that her attitude brought to her life.

Once Bella left the room to dress I needed a drink but the wine was finished off the night before and all we had in the refrigerator was ice tea.

That was so not going to cut it

Bella came out dressed in what I would call semi-casual, jeans, heels and a black sleeveless shirt that hugged her body in all the right places – she was beautiful and sexy as hell.

The night progressed as I thought it would. The pouting, the lost gaze, the tears she tried to hide behind forced smiles. All night I kept thinking ‘Come on baby get the message’ and yet all I got was sadness and what looked like self-pity. Bella couldn’t see the lesson because she was still too focused on figuring out what she did wrong.

This wasn’t going to work

That made me angry, at myself for putting her through it and at Bella for being so damn stubborn she wouldn’t look beyond her own hurt. Had she listened to my words, the truth would have been there. Riding back from the Casino I wanted to grab that poo-poo face she was making and yell at her to stop thinking about herself. With each passing moment it became more difficult to keep up the pretext and as we walked to Emmett’s room I was half tempted to just call it a night, go to our room with this night behind us and pick the whole damn thing back up on Friday.

Damn is she frustrating!

Somewhere between standing in the hallway and walking into the room clarity came from the recesses of her mind.

“Asgaya.”

Sir

The word was like a whisper that I wasn’t sure I heard as every muscle in my body stiffened. When she repeated it adding a term I didn’t know but sounded like a plea for help, I had to turn and look at her. Yet I kept my expression as hard as possible to let Isabella know I was not pleased. Our gaze locked and I didn’t know if she had come to a conclusion or had reached her limit, either way the next word didn’t surprise me.

“PAY-chuh.”

Red

It was over

For the time being it was over, I would pick it up again and even though I dreaded the thought of a repeat performance I knew it would have to be done.

The tears were streaming down Bella’s face as I held my arms out offering her a safe place. She jumped up, clasped her hands behind my head, buried her face in my neck and sobbed. The room was completely quiet, Emmett and Rose both looked on with sympathy while Jasper was scornful and Alice was just plain confused. Needing to get Bella alone I told them that we would see them the next day and carried Bella out into the hallway.

The words that came out amongst the sobs were like music to my ears, “I kn..know what your collar means.”

Holding her closer I kissed her head, “Tell me baby.”

“Total…com..complete…surrender.”

I had to stop walking to allow my brain to register the words she had just spoken.

“Surrender” repeating the word to make sure I heard correctly.

That was so much fucking better then obedience

In one word Bella summed up everything that my collar could possibly mean. Respect, admiration, obedience, trust, gratitude, the list could go on and on yet none of that means a thing unless there is – surrender.

Reaching our door I had to grip Bella tighter as I reached in my pocket to get the key card out of my wallet. As my one arm tightened her head snuggled in closer as she let out a strangled cry, “Nooo…don’t let me go.”

“Shhhhh…I got you baby….I won’t let you go…”

That was the last coherent thing Bella actually said.

Her tears were starting ebb as she wiped her nose on my pants while taking a deep sputtering breath. Continuing to sweep my fingers through her hair I let her finish getting all the tears out before reaching down to lift her under the arms, "Come here baby.”

Her arms squeezed around my legs just slightly before she complied and allowed me to lift her so she was straddling my lap. Bella kind of tensed for a second before as she settled her chest against mine, resting her head against my shoulder while she struggled to get her breathing under control.

Stroking the length of her spine in long smooth motions I spoke as softly as I could, “Calm down nâhtötse, breathe with me…nice deep even breaths…shhhh…that’s my girl.”

Bella was still struggling to get control as I moved to stand while she clung to my neck, “W…whh…whhher…where we go…ing…going?”

“In to take a bath and get you some Tylenol before you get a headache.”

“T..too late.”

Setting Bella on the edge of the bed I asked her to stay still while I started the bathwater, getting a glass of water and pain tablets on the way back to her. “Here baby.”

While Bella popped the pills I squatted down to remove her shoes. They were actually very nice open toed heels with scalped sides that were held together with a thin black leather cord that tied in a bow. As I worked to take off the second one I thought about having Bella wear them for me on another night when I could fully appreciate them.

With her shoes off I took her hand leading her into the bathroom to finish with the undressing. Taking a step back I tipped her chin to stare into her eyes. Her face was blotchy; her eyes puffy red with black under them from the makeup, yet she was still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Placing a soft kiss on her swollen lips my head hovered over hers as we continued gazing at each other, “I love you nâhtötse.”

Tears prickled in her eyes threatening to spill, wiping them with the pad of my thumb I spoke as gently as possible, “Don’t cry baby, enough tears for one night.”

Sniffling she nodded but stayed quiet, “Come on, let’s get in the tub.”

Stepping in the bath she relaxed down in the hot water with a deep sigh while I turned off the faucet and undressed to join her. As I settle in behind her my hands wrap around her belly pulling so she would lean back against my chest. Bella nuzzles her face under my chin, taking a deep breath as her nose skims against the stubble that has grown over the evening.

We stay unmoved for a few minutes until she spoke against my neck, “I love you.”

Even though it was music to my ears I had to see it in her face. Stretching my head back I looked down into her deep brown eyes that were still bloodshot, “Do you?”

Bella’s brow furrowed, “Why wouldn’t I?”

Pursing my lips I answered as honestly as possible, “I put you through hell tonight.”

“Yeah you did,” my heart sunk, it was one of my fears that she would resent me and I was going to ask when she reached up to palm my cheek, “But…” stopping, Bella seemed to change her train of thought “…was it your intention to be mean?”

“No.”

“I knew that,” pursing her lips Bella smiled softly. “It wasn’t personal, it was business…and this is the business we chose.”

Leave it to Bella

“The Godfather? You’re quoting the Godfather?”

“It’s appropriate…don’t you think?” the question was an honest one and as I thought about it, she was right, it was business and for some reason - although I believe it’s still fitting - I liked her analogy much better than my drug addict one.

“Yeah, very appropriate.”

Removing her hand from my face Bella settled back against my chest and took my hand in hers playing with the tips of my fingers. “If I wasn’t being so selfish…”

Selfish?,,,No…No…No

Entwining my fingers with hers I grasped her hand, “baby you are the most unselfish person I know. Giving and kind with all your charity work…”

Sniffling Bella squeezed my hand and interrupted my words, “Those things are easy to give. Time, money, abilities,” sniffling again she sucked in a ragged breath as my arms squeezed her closer to my chest. “…Su…Sue was right. She told me… that… keeping Charlie out of my life was … cruel and selfish.”

“Shhhh…baby don’t cry.”

“No Edward,” Bella took in a deep cleaning breath through a stuffy nose. “I realized that my actions were hurtful, and that I was so wrapped up in what was happening to me, that I didn’t think about what anyone else was going through. Tonight I thought about… how malicious …and selfishly unfair that is to the people that care about me.” She started sucking in air in gasping breathes, “E…ess…esspecal…especially you. I..I..I…”

She needed to calm back down.

With my free hand I cradled her face against me nuzzling my face against the top of head as I tried to create a shelter around her while I shushed her. After a few moments Bella spoke with more coherency, “I wasn’t ready yet Edward, I didn’t want to give it up. After everything I’ve been through with James it was all I had left.”

“What baby?”

“The…last piece of my will… It was the one thing James wanted from me the most...if he could have that …if I gave it up…he would have had everything.” My arms held her impossibly tighter as Bella shivered against me. “He tried to force me into surrendering….and I wouldn’t do it,” the last words came out in a wail before she took deep breath speaking as she inhaled. “I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of …breaking me.”

Son of a bitch! I’m a fucking asshole

That fucking piece of shit couldn’t break her and yet I had. What the fuck was I thinking? If she wasn’t ready, I should have been more patient and waited for the right time. As that thought came to me I wondered why now? James had tried for years to get Bella to surrender.

As if she could read my mind Bella raised her head to look into my eyes. “But there’s a difference between someone trying to force me to concede and me surrendering freely to someone I trust, respect and love…so very much. And as soon as I saw that damn vase I knew…”

“Vase?”

At my one word question Bella turned in my arms to face me and for the moment the tears had stopped as she told me about the vase Rose had purchased. How she thought about the glass blowers working together to make something beautiful that was both fragile and durable at the same time. While I listened to her I couldn’t help that smile that came to my face as I wondered about the workings of her mind.

“What’s so funny?”

My smile must have been wider than I thought

“I swear nâhtötse I will never understand how your mind works.”

“Pretty fucked up uh?”

Running my wet hand down the length of her hair I gathered the ends, tugging slightly to tilt her head back and kissing her. As our lips parted I whispered against her, “I love you.”

“I know.” Craning my neck back I stared into her eyes. It was the first time she had acknowledged truth in my love for her.

“That’s why I know that I can surrender to you. I know you love me, just as much as I love you, and you would never do anything to jeopardize what we have. We’re like the vase…”

“I thought we were a see-saw.”

Finally a real smile crossed her face, “We are…in that we have to balance each other and work together to stay that way. I stepped away and that made you crash…I feel…bad about that. But the vase is what we are producing…the thing that we’ve worked together to make. It’s a beautiful piece of art to cherish, one that with care and proper use will last forever; but when not given the correct attention it’s very breakable.”

Cupping my face with her wet hands Bella spoke the words I had been waiting to hear, “I want us to be that beautiful enduring piece of fine art that can be admired, not a shattered piece of glass that just gets swept away with the garbage.”

In her own way Bella was telling me that she wanted to build a life with me, one that was strong enough to withstand the test of time. That was confirmed with her next statement.

“I had broken trash before Edward, now I want the beautiful,” tears were back in her eyes. “And that means,” Bella paused collecting herself, “in order to do that I have to surrender the last piece of my will, with the knowledge that it will be safe with you.”

My heart was fucking soaring. It’s not like I had an illogical idea that every day was going to be bright and rosy. It was just the idea that we both wanted the same thing and that both of us were willing to do whatever it took to get there.

Holding her by the back of the neck my lips crashed against hers in a searing kiss. Threading her fingers in my hair Bella slid closer to me closing the small distance between us as she moaned into the mouth. With a ragged breath I reluctantly pulled back to see her confused expression. Tucking her hair behind her ear I gave her my reason, “We have more to talk about baby and if I don’t stop…” giving her a grin, “…we’ll never get any talking done.”

“What do you want to talk about?” my girl asked with innocence as she turned in the water to once again rest her back against my chest while clasping my hand.

We sat in water for a long time, even releasing half of the contents and refilling it with hot water when it started to chill. By the time we were ready to get out we had systematically discussed all that had happened earlier in the evening. Bella told me how she finally stopped feeling sorry for herself, realizing that there was a reason why I wouldn’t accept her service. Once that came to her mind she was able to put everything into the right perspective and see the lesson. Throughout our talk I explained my side of the story along with the drug addict theory.

Bella scoffed, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Have you met my Isabella? She is one ornery…”

“Ornery?” she questioned turning to gawk at me. “Now you sound like Charlie.”

“Oh Bella, I’m not your daddy and thank god for that.”

With a giggle along with the deepest blush I had ever seen on her face Bella reached over to open the drain. “Are we getting out?”

I assumed that’s what she meant by the action but wasn’t sure if she just wanted to refresh the hot water. Holding up her hands Bella showed me her wrinkly fingers, “I’m getting all water logged and pruney.”

At my nod she got to her feet, standing to full height in front of me. Her wet body shimmering in the overhead light, my face just inches away from her center. Grasping both hips with my hands I held her in place as my nose skimmed over her mound. Rubbing it through the small patch of hair my tongue parted her lips taking one swirl around her clit. The soft moan from Bella matched my own as I savored the taste.

God she is fucking delectable

Bella held perfectly still while I continued, and only voiced her discontent when my licks turned to kisses, “Ohhh…don’t stop.”

Placing one more kiss on her sensitive skin my eyes shifted up to hers, “Needy or greedy?”

“Both,” Bella smiled down at me biting her lip in that provocative way she has.

“Ahhh…indecisive,” I said pushing off the sides of the tub making Bella step back to make room for me to stand. Stepping out of the tub she handed me a towel before wrapping one around herself and stepping over to the sink to brush her teeth.

“What was all the blushing about in the tub?” I wondered aloud as I picked up my own toothbrush.

Holding the side of her hair back with her hand Bella bent over to spit in the sink before meeting my eyes in the mirror, “You were doing that swirly thing on my clit.”

Narrowing my eyes I prompted, “No…I mean when I said I wasn’t your daddy.”

Starting to brush I watched as Bella’s whole body practically turned red while she giggled and spit again, rinsing with water from her cupped hand and made like she was going to leave. Spitting quickly I reached out for her arm to stop her, because this I had to hear. “Tell me.”

Through a stiff face that looked about ready to pop she asked, “Do you know your mother calls your father…daddy?”

Is that all?

“She’s always done that,” I shrugged going back to finish my teeth.

Bella stepped up behind me standing on her toes so she could peer over my hunched shoulders into the mirror and whispered, “But did you know she does it while their…ummm…going at it?”

My hand stopped moving and I practically choked on the wad of toothpaste in my mouth, Spitting, my wide eyes went back to Bella’s smug smile nodding at me in the mirror, “It’s true, Alice used to hear them and your sister…”

“NOOO?”

I so did not want to know this

Bella’s face was so red I couldn’t tell if it was from the giggling or the blush as she said, “Alice too…” at my bewildered expression she giggled once more nodding her head, “Yup…and not only that your sister likes…”

“I don’t want to know!” I said throwing my hands in the air to stop her from talking.

Picking the hairbrush up off the counter Bella giggled, “Ok, but if you’re ever interested…”

The suggestion was obvious as she sauntered out of the bathroom leaving me standing there looking at myself in the mirror. All kinds of images came into my mind, each one stranger than the previous. I did not want to know about my parents, and I certainly didn’t want to think about what Jasper was doing with Alice.

That rat bastard

He has the nerve to condemn my relationship with Bella, acting all holier than thou when apparently he is defiling my baby sister on a regular basis. And when the fuck did this all start? Alice swears she was a virgin when they got married and within a few months she was pregnant. You don’t do nasty shit to a virgin or your pregnant wife and the mother of your children…do you?

Fuck!

How the hell does Bella know that shit anyway?

God damn women and their talking

Rinsing out my mouth I turned out the light and joined Bella in the bedroom. She still had the towel wrapped around her body as she lay across the width of the bed. Her one leg bent at the knee while she relaxed threading her fingers through the length of her hair that hung over the edge almost touching the floor. Her eyes were closed as if she was in peaceful mentation, yet sensual as her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips.

She was fucking gorgeous and I knew in that moment that whoever she was to anyone else, sister, daughter, mother, it didn’t matter; to me, Bella would always be the one I did nasty things to.

Hearing me enter the room Bella tilted her head back, watching me approach she smiled and I couldn’t help but grin back. “So…who’s your daddy?”

“Augh,” she groaned scrunching her face in disgust, “don’t say that. It’s kind of disturbing.”

“I seem to remember age play as a rather high number on your limits; do you wish to change that?”

The blush was back as her teeth bit into her bottom lip, “Ummm…nooo.”

What the fuck is she thinking?

Staring down at her red face I prompted, “What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking something along the lines of…You being Mr. Letcher…”

“Letcher?” I laughed making Bella nod, “Yup and Mr. Letcher comes home to find his virtuous but curious baby sitter going through his porn stash and he schools her in the proper way to give a blow job and then…other things.”

Ahhh…that’s my girl

Yet I wondered, “Are you sure you’re that good of an actress?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Ms. Swan, I mean you are very talented with that mouth of yours, so you would have to be one hell of actress to pull off inexperience.”

“You never know, I just might give an academy award performance.” As she spoke her hand came up to my waist opening the towel. Reaching her head back I watched her tongue peek out to lick the tip of my dick making it spring to life.

“Is that so?”

“Mmm..umm” Bella nodded running her tongue along the underside making me suck in air through my teeth. Her mouth continued its movement down to my balls which Bella licked before sucking the right one gently into her mouth.

“Fuck”

The incredible feeling only got better as she grasped my dick firmly with her hand taking one long stroke while her mouth opened to take in the other one. It felt so fucking good my hips involuntarily thrust forward and a little hum came from Bella adding a small vibration that made me thrust again.

Reaching down I opened the towel that was hiding her body. She was a fucking vision to behold; soft supple skin with firm breast and taunt nipples that I tweaked and rolled between my fingers. She let out a soft moan moving her mouth in a long sweep up my dick to swirl her tongue around the head. She teased me for a few more moments before sucking me into her mouth while her hand continued to stroke me.

Fuck

Needing something else to think about, I let my fingers drift softly over the skin of her stomach until I reached the patch of hair, which I forcefully tugged causing her to moan around me as her bottom lifted off the bed. Bella gripped behind my ass with her other hand pulling me closer to her as she sucked more of me into her mouth, and rather than bob her head she just sucked my dick like it was a thumb.

Holy hell

The feeling that the suction of her mouth along with the subtle movement of her tongue created was fucking awesome making me call out, “Oh Fuck baby!”

Embarrassing as it was, I could have blew my load then and there but I pushed back the sensation by focusing on the woman in front me. Bella must have been feeling her own need as she bent her other leg and began squirming to find some friction.

Leaning over her body I put my hand behind both her knees and pulled them towards me so her body was in a “C”. Using my elbows I spread her legs open, gripped her hips to keep her steady and lifted them to put her slick center level with my chest. I was worried for a second about the pressure on her neck but that didn’t seem to be a problem. The move I made must have caused Bella to slide on the silky duvet because her head was hanging off the bed between my legs. She grabbed my ass with both hands, sucked my dick further down her throat, and began to fuck me with her mouth.

Fuck she was good

Bending my head my tongue took a swipe through her folds stopping for a moment to dip inside her. Bella moaned around me as I worked my tongue in and out of her and then whimpered as I left to continue my journey to her puckered rear entrance. The movement of her head faltered for a moment when my tongue swirled around the outside and the most glorious moan I had ever heard came once I broke through the surface.

Finger nails dug into my flesh as my tongue took another plunge and I thrust my dick deeper into her mouth.

Don’t stop now baby

Easing my hips back my mouth followed the trail it had started with, dipping deep inside Bella’s pussy to enjoy the taste of her essence. She continued to moan against my dick as my hips thrust in unison with the movements of her mouth.

The quickening in my balls started to flutter along with the pressure in my stomach, both feelings I pushed aside as I concentrated my attention on lavishing my mouth upon Bella’s clit.

She moaned loudly when I quickly flicked my tongue back and forth over the bundle of nerves.

She squirmed and shook when my tongue flattened and lapped over the hardening bud.

And her whole body tensed as she freed my dick from her mouth, screaming out in release when I held her clit between my lips and sucked.

After placing a few kisses over her sensitive skin I released the hold I had on her hips, watching her body fall limply on the bed and stood to gaze down at her. Bella’s head lagged over the edge of the bed, her eyes closed, mouth wide open with panting breaths that made her chest rise and fall in exaggerated motions.

Yeah that was a good one

Sensing my gaze Bella’s eyes fluttered open to meet mine. Staring down at her post-orgasmic face I wondered aloud, “Did I say you could cum?”

The response came through panting breaths and wide dazed eyes, “My mouth…was full.”

Raising one eyebrow I showed none of the humor I felt as she went on. “Besides…I was trying to make you go…first. Thought I …almost had you.”

You almost did - twice

“The word is control nâhtötse and it looks like over the next few weeks we will be working on yours. But right now…” Leaning over her I grabbed under her arms flipping her so she lay on her belly and gave her a good swat on the roundness of her bottom making her yelp.

“Quiet,” I warned with another swat.

Running my hands firmly down her legs I gripped Bella’s ankles swinging them sideways so she did a one-eighty. Keeping a firm grip on her ankles I used them to flip her on to her back and pulled quickly so her feet were resting on my shoulders with her butt hanging off the bed. The look of surprise in her eyes was as alluring as the scream that came out of her as I held her hips and slammed my dick inside her.

The endless moans and gasping breaths only served to enhance the look on her face and the bounce of her breast as I moved in a rapid hard pace.

“It’s…all…about…control…Isa..bella,” the words came out of my mouth with each thrust.

“Goddd….Yesss...” She cried out fisting the edge of the bed.

It wasn’t going to take me long, I had already warded off my release and frankly I didn’t want to do it again. My fucking balls felt like they were in a vice as the pressure built to an unbearable point. Bella seemed to tense and I knew she was close, squeezing my fingers tighter on her hips I inclined my head and bit down on her big toe as I grunted out, “Now.”

“Fuck!” I roared as Bella arched her back and clamped her internal muscles down on me.

She was so fucking tight and felt so damn good that I let go of the hold I had on myself. The wait was worth it as I slammed into her, cuming so fucking hard my legs buckled making me collapse on top of her in overwhelming ecstasy.

Bella’s exaggerated breathing matched my own as I laid on her chest kissing any part of her skin that I could reach. After a few moments I realized that I was probably crushing her so with a grunt I pushed my arms off the bed and fell onto my back next to her. Bella made a kind of whimpering noise as she turned to snuggle into my side. And that’s how we stayed holding one another and just enjoying the high that we brought each other.

As relaxed as I was it would have been easy to drift off to sleep but we really were in a weird position with half our bodies on the bed and our feet on the floor, at least mine were. Raising my head I saw that Bella had curled herself against me in a fetal position.

Yeah, this was not good for sleeping

Bella groaned out her displeasure when I sat up but made no inclination that she was planning on moving. Looking around the room I spotted an unopened bottle of water sitting on the dresser, getting up on shaky legs I got the bottle and took a long drink downing half of it. Glancing over at Bella she still had not moved.

Nothing like wearing out your woman Cullen

Putting the bottle down on the table next to my side of the bed, I went over to Bella’s side, moving the disheveled blankets out of the way. My body was so drained that Bella felt like she weighed fucking three hundred pounds as I lifted her from the spot she was in to tuck her into bed. Turning out the light I climbed in next to her, spooning my girl I kissed the top of her head, “Good night nâhtötse.”

The back door of Bella’s house was wide open- the kitchen empty, bare, like no one had lived there for a long time. There was some kind of rustling sound coming from the living room “Bella” I called out but there was no answer. Fear ran through me at the empty living room but the rustling sound became louder. I could hear someone crying making me call out “Bella” once again as I run through the empty house looking for her. Coming to her bedroom door I stop to hear the crying turning into her voice, “help me”. Calling out her name I throw open the, only to see another door and her call for help getting louder along with the rustling, “Bella!” Throwing open the next door I’m met with another one and another one. I keep opening more doors, and with each one her cries for help become louder, the panic in her voice clearer and that damn annoying rustling….

“Bella,” I awoke with a start.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” She says quietly from the seating area where all the bags from her shopping trip had been placed. She’s dressed in the T-shirt I wore last night standing over an open suitcase.

Breathing a sigh of relief I glance at the clock – seven-thirty- “What are you doing baby?”

“I had to pee and since I was awake I thought it would be best to start packing.”

Oh yeah, we’re going home today

“Why don’t you come back to bed with me, we’ll sleep for another half hour?”

She got an amused look on her face. “Edward, you know damn well if I get back in that bed, we will not be sleeping.”

“And what’s so bad about that?”

“Nothing…” she smiled broader, “…in fact it’s always good.”

Damn right it is

Leaning on my elbow I used the other hand to hold up the blanket, “Come on nâhtötse, just a little snuggle.”

Bella’s eyes raked over my naked body from chest to dick – which was standing at attention and saluting her. For a brief moment I saw the desire grow in her as she took a deep breath, licking her lips, then her eyes blinked a few time before she placed the clothes in the luggage.

“No time, I want to get this stuff packed,” she gestured to the pile of clothes on the table. “And I’m not going to be late for Emmett. Knowing him, he will make me run laps and throw in some calisthenics for good measure.”

She’s probably right; still, I had to try. Tilting my head to the side I gave her my most alluring look, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

It would have worked had Bella even looked in my direction; instead she kept packing, “No can do.”

Throwing the blankets off me I sat up putting my feet on the floor, “Oh you are a cold woman Isabella Swan.”

Her giggle made me smile while I pulled my pajama pants up, “Alright be that way, I’ll take little Eddie and go make some coffee.”

She giggled louder at my fake pout, but kept up what she was doing as I headed into the bathroom.

After starting the coffee I switched on the TV, we had been gone for over a week and I figured since we were going back to reality I might as well see what has been going on in the world. Getting myself a cup I sat down on the couch watching the NASDAQ figures run long the bottom of the screen while the CNN reporter gave a rundown of the Middle East.

A few minutes later Bella came out of the bedroom still dressed in my shirt. She got herself a cup of coffee and came over to stand behind me. Bending over the back of the couch she kissed my cheek, “Good morning Edward.”

“Now you want me…too late woman, you had your chance.” I said taking a sip from the cup

“Are you playing hard to get?” she purred in my ear.

“I was hard in the bedroom…which by the way, it’s not easy to pee in that condition; you could have given me a urinary infection.”

She burst out laughing, “Poor baby…”

As we laughed the new story switched to a woman dressed in dark gray suit and the word Chicago came on the lower right of the screen.

Chicago Police have arrested twenty-nine year old Alderman Marshall Baldwin. He was taken into custody last night on allegations of sexual harassment, battery, deviate sexual assault, and rape of a 20 year old female intern. The victim states that on June 8, 2010 the Alderman from the cities twenty-second district requested that she
remain after hours to assist him. After several attempts and lewd comments the victim became alarmed and attempted to leave. The victim who is hospitalized from the injuries she received stated that Alderman Marshall then became agitated threating her with termination.
He then proceeded to physically batter her around the face and genital area before the rape occurred. Alderman Baldwin is the son of Councilman Wilson Baldwin. The Alderman is being held in police custody pending arraignment and due process.


Bella’s whole body stiffened while her eyes were glued to the TV, after the report was read all I heard was one word that was filled with dread, “Rose.”