Aro's Reflections - After Chap 11

March 11, 2007

The final check for last month’s expenses had been signed. I glanced at Jane; she had been quietly kneeling at my side for the last ten minutes. “Yes Jane”

“Master your slave has retrieved a phone message for you”

I knew that it could not have been anything important, or she would have brought it to my direct attention. “A phone message from whom?” Her hand came out from behind her back, presenting me with a paper that contained a name and a phone number. Isabella Cummings?

“Did she say what she wanted?” Jane continued looking at the floor as she explained “Yes Master, your slave understands that Ms Cummings is a student and would like for you to give her some of your valuable time to help her with a paper she is writing”

I sighed again “Did she say what kind of paper?”

“No Master”

“Very well Jane, you are dismissed”

As she left, I placed the paper with the number on my desk; I didn’t have time to deal with someone who didn’t leave me enough information in order to make an informed decision.
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April 4, 2007

Jane entered my office quietly not wanting to disturb me while I was on the phone. “Yes Marcus, I will see you in a few days. I have all the paperwork for the accountant. Hopefully the taxes will go smoothly.” I said good bye to my brother. Being business partners has worked well, he runs Eclipse in Chicago, while I handle New Moon here in Seattle.

I looked to my wife, admiring the beauty of her submission to me. We have been married twenty years, living a full time 24/7 for the past eighteen. My mind thought back to the events of this morning. She refused to remain quiet as I used her body for my pleasure, hence the gag that she now wears.

“Jane?” Her head remained lowered as she presented me with a note.

Isabella Cummings has called again. She says that she would only like a few minutes of your time. She has questions in regards to her Thesis, which she was hoping you could help her with. She can be reached at cummingsi@uwash.edu or 602 – 433 - 2591

“Did you take this message Jane?”

I knew she didn’t, it was not her hand writing, plus with the gag in her mouth, she would not have been able to answer the phone. I just wanted to see if she would attempt to answer me, or if she had gotten the point that when I say remain quiet, I mean exactly that.

She remained as she was, kneeling with her head down in shame due to her punishment.
“I see you are learning, the dishonor of the gag is reminding you of your place. You may go” I watched her move gracefully out of my office, shutting the door behind her. Holding the paper with Ms Cummings information I thought for a minute, then typed out an email to her.

Ms Cummings
Although I am not in the habit of giving interviews, I feel that in honor of the academic process, that I should at least spare you some of my time. Before I answer any of your questions, I have a few of my own. The first I will ask right now, you say that you are gathering information for your Thesis, what is the premise? I also would like it stated here and now that if I agree to speak with you, that neither my name nor my establishment be used in any derogatory fashion.
Aro V

I hesitantly sent the email; part of me thought the best thing to do was to just ignore this Ms Cummings until she stopped contacting me. But there was a bigger part of me, and I didn’t know why something was telling me to assist her.

She is a student at UW, I wonder if Edward knows her? My computer alerted me to a new message.


Dear Mr. V
Thank you so much for taking the time to reply to my request. Please be aware that I would not use your name, or your establishment. I do not wish to intrude upon you, nor take up a lot of your time. My Thesis is on alternative lifestyles with a concentration upon Domination and submission. The main focus is on the submissive and the effects that this type of relationship has upon her/him physical, mental and emotional well being.
I was hoping that with your expertise in this area that you would be able to answer some of my questions. My only other alternative is to contact someone who has placed a personal ad, I would not feel safe nor comfortable doing that.

I promise not to take up too much of your time. If you agree I could email you my questions and you could answer them at your leisure. I look forward to hearing from you, and thank you again for contacting me.
Sincerely
Bella Cummings.

I contemplated her email for a few days before replying with my answer

Dear Ms Cummings
Your proposition is acceptable
Aro V
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October 21, 2007

Entering the coffee shop I looked around. There were a few couples sitting around the tables. In the far corner sat a petite brown hair young lady with a notebook in front of her. When our eyes met she smiled, standing as I walked towards her. “Isabella I presume” She held her hand out “Yes Sir, it’s very nice to finally meet you”

“As I am to meet you my dear, I feel like we are old friends. Let me get a coffee and I will join you”

I watched her sitting across from me. Isabella had sorrow in her eyes that I had not detected through her emails or phone calls. I began the exchange “So, thank you for meeting with me. I felt as though the way that we were passing information was growing cold and that your last question needed more of an answer then I could give you over the computer.”

I took a drink of my coffee “I believe your question was something along the lines of ‘what kind of person gains strength through being controlled? Let me ask you how do all people find strength? Take yourself for example, how did you find the strength to leave your husband?”

She thought “By digging deep insides myself, I knew I had to, there wasn’t a question in my mind, I was either going to leave or I was going to die.”

I agreed with her “It is the same for the submissive; they recognize a need knowing that if that need is not fulfilled they also will die. Not literally but emotionally there is a part of them that goes unfulfilled that leaves them empty and lost, and no other outlet will fill that need.”

“But there is a difference between physical safety and participating in activities that places them in a position where their physical safety is in question, and how someone can willingly go into that type of relationship and call themselves strong, it sounds to me like an oxymoron” Her comment was valid and I have heard it many times before.

“First a submissive is not placing them self in any physical danger.” I took a deep breath “No more than any other woman or man for that matter does whenever they go into a relationship. And in all actuality Isabella it is not the Dom that holds the power, it is the submissive. They are the ones that set the rules; they say what is allowed to be done to them and what is not. They also have the power to stop what is happening at any time.”

I watched her take that in “Did you give your husband permission to do what he did to you? Could you have stopped him with one word?” Her eyes were distant “No Sir”

I nodded “The first thing you have to understand is that this is not an abusive relationship. This is a loving caring self-sacrificing relationship, on both sides. The submissive gives all that they have, to the one they trust knowing that their Dominate cares more about them and their well being then they care about themselves. The Dominates first and foremost responsibility is to their submissive, to care for them mentally, emotional and physically. To always put the submissive’s needs, before that of their own. ”

I sat back “Let me ask you this, you do counseling…” Isabella nodded “…how do you help hose you council to overcome their fears and become strong?”

She smiled “Well first they have to trust me. To know that care enough to want to help them. Once they are secure enough in our relationship, they begin to open up and really they find their own strength.”

“Don’t you see, it’s the same thing? The D/s couple has to be very open with each other, and there is no holding back. The submissive needs to feel safe and secure and that is all built on trust. Once those parameters are in place then the submissive feels strong, in their relationship, in their selves and in their submission.”

We sat talking some more sharing parts of our personal lives along with more tidbits about the lifestyle. She asked if I would hand out surveys for her. I told her that once I approved of the questions and she assured me that they would be kept anonymous I would do that for her. We parted after an hour or so with well wishes for the upcoming holiday and a tentative appointment to meet again in the beginning of January.

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January 5, 2008

I had spoken with Isabella two days ago; she was to meet me at the same coffee shop. Throughout the past few months, I had learned that she does counseling at the local women’s center. I thought that was very brave of her to help those who so desperately needed it, considering the fact that her own marriage was less than happy. She never had gone into a lot of detail, but I knew from our earlier talks and emails that she feared her husband and was waiting for him to sign the divorce papers.

Apparently when her mother and step father died, she was left insurance money, her husband refuses to sign the papers until she agrees to give him a portion of it. Thank God her father was still in control of the trust fund until she was twenty-five, or her husband would be able to get the money he wants.

I had just learned all this in early November when Isabella called to ask a random question. While we were making small chat, she said that she was going to go to various businesses to ask for donations that could be auctioned off. A half an hour later I had the story out of her, and she had a thousand dollar donation out of me. I chuckled at the thought of how that young woman uses subtle finesse to her advantage.

Jane came in to the office, kneeling in her usual spot. “Master please forgive your slave for interrupting but she have an urgent message from a Miss Leah Clearwater.”

“Who is Leah Clearwater?”

“Master she said she was the sister of Ms Cummings, and that something happened to Ms Cummings and she would not be able to meet with you today.”

“Did she say what happened?” Why didn’t Isabella call me herself?

“No Master she did not. Miss Clearwater only said to tell you that Ms Cummings was in the hospital and that she would be unable to meet with you.”

“Did she which hospital?” What could have happened to her, I just spoke with her.

“No Master she did not”

“Call all the hospitals see if you can find out”

Thirty minutes later Jane informed me that she was at Virginia Mason in room 305A. All the information that she could be given was that Ms Cummings was in stable condition.

“Send her flower flowers sign the card from Mr and Mrs Aro Volturi”

“As you wish Master”

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March 15, 2008

I had not heard from Isabella except for a thank you card that arrived the end of January, in it she said that she would be taking the semester off. I had tried to call her but the number was changed, and her school e-mail was disconnected. So I was surprised to see an e-mail from her when I arrived to my office this morning.

Dear Mr Volturi
I have been working on my Thesis and if you are still willing to help me, I have the questions for the survey done I have taken the liberty of sending them as an attachment. Please feel free to make any changes that you deem necessary. This is my personal e-mail, you can also reach me at this number 602 -484- 7839.
Thank you
Bella Swan


I downloaded the attachment, then immediately e-mailed her


My Dear Isabella
I am so very glad that you are feeling better. I see that your name has changed; I can only assume that means that your divorce is final. I will look over the questions for your survey, is there a time frame you need them back by?
Aro V


I received a reply at once


Thank you Sir. In answer to your questions I would like to distribute them by the middle of June, so there is no rush. Yes, my divorce was final the beginning of the month, if anything good has come out of this, it was that. I just went back to working at the center last week, and I want to get back to school as soon as possible, but I’m afraid I will have to go on a part-time basis.
Bella

I read her reply several time, wondering what she meant by if anything good came out of this. She was still not back at her studies and just returned to the volunteer work she deems to be so important. I was even more concerned with what could have happened to her.

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April 10, 2008

Isabella came into the coffee shop where we were meeting, her hair had grown much longer, and she looked like she lost weight. She sat across from me, I stretch to touch her hands concerned when she flinched, pulling them out of my reach “Have you been sick my dear, you look like you lost ten pounds”

“I’m fine; it’s been a rough year so far. Thank you again for sending flowers that was very nice and thank your wife for me also, you know I’ve never met her” Isabella had a lost look on her face.

I smiled at her “Well you have talked to her many times, Jane answers the phone at New Moon” she smiled slightly “Tell me Isabella what happened to you?”

It might have been rude, but I wanted to know. Isabella always had a warm smile, now she look scared and vulnerable, and I wanted to know why. “My husband, well ex-husband now- came to my house, he was really mad.” That was all she said. I could feel the angry well up inside me; I had to fight to keep it under control. I didn’t want to push her anymore; she would tell me if she wanted to. Instead she shocked me with her question.

“Aro, do Doms ever beat their subs so bad that they spend ten day in the hospital?”

That Son of a bitch! I got my voice under control before I answered

“No, I told you before a good Dom always has his submissive’s security and welfare first in his mind. They would never intentionally break the trust that was given to them.”

I took tentatively took her hand, this time she left me “You look so defeated my dear”

I could see the tears well in her eyes; she blinked them back before talking “I’m not sure I even want to continue with school. It’s going to take me longer then I thought and I don’t know if I have the time, the desire or the strength to persist”

I looked her in the eye “What are you talking about? You have worked so hard, if you didn’t want to persist why did you contact me? Don’t give up, you find the strength, you dig deep and give everything you got, because if you don’t the only person your hurting is yourself, and you’re letting him prevail. You’re going to let his actions keep you down for the rest of your life. You changed your name, now change your providence.”

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June 12, 2008

I had met with Isabella this morning and was holding one hundred of her survey’s in my hand. Edward and Emmett both came to the club to help with me inventory. I handed each of them a survey, asking it to be filled out and left on my desk.

“What is this for? Is it some kind of psychological test to see if we are real or not” I chuckled with Edwards’s inference to certain affiliates here at the club.

“No my boy, I have been helping a Grad student with her Thesis. Perhaps you know her, she goes to UW. Isabella Cum..Swan...Isabella Swan” I had to catch myself I still was not use to her new-but old - last name. Edward shook his head “No, I don’t believe so, is she a med student?”
“No Psychology”

“Then no, I wouldn’t know her, but I’ll fill this out”

“Good, how are things with you and Tanya?” Edward frowned while his brother laughed making me wonder what was happening. “I released her, she wants to play games, and I don’t want games. She has problem with telling the truth, I need honesty. Besides she wants a husband, I don’t want to be a husband. Not to her, not to anybody.”

I actually was glad to hear this. Tanya Denali got on my nerves. I always thought she was playing at his lifestyle and never really took it seriously. But even so I wanted to give my nephew some advice.

“One day Edward, the right woman will walk into your life and you won’t be able to deny the truth. Just as Rosalie is perfect for Emmett, that woman will be perfect for you and you for her. There’s no rush my boy, but it will happen.”

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February 6, 2009

I was just coming back from meeting with Isabella; she had the rough draft of her Thesis done. I was so proud of her, she had become almost like family to me. As we met over the last year, her question began to become more personal. Where can a submissive go to meet a Dominate? What is the difference between a play partner a collared submissive and a 24/7 slave? That question made think that she was contemplating her own life, wondering where she would fit in.

She also asked if it was psychologically sound for a survivor of abuse to enter into a power exchange relationship. She went on to ask if I thought it was possible for such a woman to trust a Dom enough, or would she always doubt and be afraid.

I answered her questions as openly and honestly as I could. Reminding her that even in the best relationships, people are not infallible, but after much discussion you move forward. But in the back of my mind, I started to see a strong, loving submissive woman begin to emerge before me.

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June 2, 2009

“Edward?”

My nephew walked into my office carrying a UPS box. “This was being delivered as I was coming in, I signed for it” Taking the box to open it, I dug through the peanuts to retrieve an envelope and a Black leather bound book. Edward picked up the book, while I opened the card.

Dear Aro,
This was my author’s copy.
I want you to have it
Thank you for the donation in honor of my graduation,
That was so very kind of you
Isabella Swan (Published Author)

I chuckled at the last part, making Edward curious as to what I found amusing. I showed him the card, taking the book from him.

Power Exchange and the Human Psyche

The inside cover contained a handwritten dedication

To Aro Volturi
For all your help and continued support.
For believing in me when I doubted myself
For giving me your advice and expertise
For the countless gallons of coffee
I truly thank-you
You are a leader among men
I am proud to call you my connoisseur
All my adoration and gratitude
Isabella Swan

Edward cocked an eyebrow “Is this the girl with the survey?”

“Yes, that is Isabella.” I thought about how hard she had to work the past year and a half to get where she was. When I first saw her last March, after her hospital stay, she was so defeated and scared, deliberating the notion of giving up. Now she is bright, energetic, self-assured, she’s not the same girl I met two years ago. No, Isabella of today is far more superior then what she was.

“Can I read this?” Edward’s question caught me off guard. After a second I fished through my desk, taking out the draft that she had given me. “You can read this, it is her rough draft, but it is very well written”

Edward took it from my hands “I wrote a few notes on the sides, those are my own thoughts that I discussed with Isabella. I don’t believe there is anything too personal”

“Personal?” My nephew was wondering how personal, I could tell by his tone and the look in his eye.

“Yes well, not of an intimate manor. But you can’t spend two years getting to know someone and not have an understanding of their personal background. You spend so much time together you get to know who they are, where they come from, some of the obstacles that they face, as she wrote I was her connoisseur. It took some time, but Isabella trusts me. I’m very proud of her and I’m glad I decided to assist her, she is quite an exquisite young woman.”

“Sounds to me, like you have an infatuation for Miss Swan” Edward accused. I sighed “No, it’s not like that. I think of her as an extended family member, I want what best for her. With all that she has been through, she deserves to find happiness and feel protected.”

“What has she been through?”

“Ah, that is where the trust comes in my boy. That is her story to tell, and none of your business.”

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June 5, 2009

I had Jane write a note thanking Isabella for the book.

Dear Isabella
Thank you for the copy of your book.
And for your words of gratitude, they were most appreciated.
I have included two passes to the club; please feel free to visit at anytime.
Yours truly
Aro Volturi
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December 20, 2009

Jane entered my office, knelling with a box out in front of her. I took it from her, telling her to relax while I opened it. She stood, moving closer to me leaning her head on my thigh. I rubbed my hand over her shoulder. “You are so very beautiful my lovely one, you make me so very happy”

“Thank you Master, your slave is glad that you find her pleasing”

I started opening the box; there was what appeared to be a picture frame protected by bubble wrap. As I removed it, a small envelope fell from between the layers. Jane picked it up, handing it to me in her perfect retrieval position.

“Thank you my love, this is address to both of us, you may open the envelope”
My wife beamed at me as if I had just given her the greatest joy in the world. As she opened it, she smiled.

“Master it is from Isabella, she says Merry Christmas to both Master and his slave” she then handed me the card, trying to see what was in the bubble wrap. I chuckled at her for both her curiosity along with the liberties she took in reciting what was written. I knew that Isabella didn’t call Jane my slave, my slave was paraphrasing. I watched her some more enjoying her child-like behavior.

“My slave seems very eager to see what I received from Ms Swan”

“Yes Master, your slave loves when you receive presents, and she wants to see what it is”

I handed it to her. “Here you may open it” Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, as she finished removing the wrap. She gasp “Oh Master, it is beautiful.” Jane handed me the picture. The simple black frame with a white mat surrounded the photo of New Moon. It was done in a sepia finish. The sun was setting; you could tell by the way the colors bounced off the windows and the brick work, capturing the architecture of the building in perfect clarity. I smiled because Jane was right, it was perfect.

“Where shall I hang it?” Jane looked around the room; I waited for her to find a spot.
“Master your slave would suggest by the door, so that you could admire it often” I handed it to her again. “Off with you then, go do it” She smiled, and before she could stand I took her face in my hands, kissing her soundly. I pulled back from her “Go”

As she stood and turned around I swatted her bottom, making her giggle. I watched her flittering around to hang the picture where she thought it should be. When Jane was done, she knelt beside me waiting for my approval “You were right my dear, that is a perfect spot. Please make sure you send Isabella a Thank you card, sign it from Mr and Mrs Volturi”

“Yes Master”

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May 3, 2010

I had a very busy day. Jane was not feeling well, but was clearly upset that I was making her stay home for the evening. I would not even be going if it wasn’t for the fact that it was open door night. Edward was going to acting floor manager, allowing Emmett to enjoy the night with his friends and family as they celebrate Rosalie’s pregnancy.

I arrived a little before nine; the club was just starting to fill up. Edward had everything handled so I could relax in my office for a few minutes. I had just sat down, when Tyler buzzed me on the intercom, telling me that a couple had arrived with my passes and that Edward was escorting them back to the VIP section.

As I walked out I caught sight of Edward leading a tall, muscular man, but I couldn’t see who else was with them. As I got closer, I caught a glimpse of Isabella. She looked absolutely incredible. I was only a few feet away watching Edward take her hand to help her up the one single step that lead to the VIP room.

I caught the smirk on his face and the way his hand lingered on hers. The big guy behind Isabella did not seem happy about the exchange at all. I caught the door before it could shut. Edward was standing at the head of the table, getting ready to introduce them. I stopped him by clasping my hand on his shoulder “Edward my boy, allow me”

Isabella turned beaming at me as I returned her smile because I was so very happy to see her. I have spoken with her often, but her presence here tonight was a very pleasant surprise. She looked radiant, better than I had ever seen her look. “Isabella, my, my, my, you look absolutely beautiful, I didn’t think you were ever going to take me up on my offer,”

Isabella took my hands in hers, squeezing them “It’s very nice to see you again, and I figured since classes were coming to an end, it would be a good night to come see your club. May I introduce my friend? Jacob Black. Jacob, this is Aro Volturi, he and his bother own this club.”

I said hello to Mr. Black, I remembered her mentioning a friend Jacob who had married her sister, Leah, and I assumed this was him. I tucked Isabella’s arm into mine “Come my dear meet my family” I could tell Edward and Emmett were confused, but I would clear it up.

“This is my nephew Emmet and his lovely wife Rosalie, these are their friends. They are here tonight to celebrate the expected birth of their first child.” I smiled at Isabella; because I thought of her as extended family and she was aware of that “As you know my dear, family is very important to me.”

“Yes Sir, I remember.” she smiled knowing that I included her in my statement. I could feel Edward behind us the curiosity radiating off of him. I turned placing my hand on his shoulder willing him to calm down. “And this young man is my Nephew Edward.” Isabella practically emanated delight at meeting him. I knew that look, but I wanted to introduce her to them.

“May I all introduce you all to Ms Isabella Swan and her escort Mr. Jacob Black” After a basic hello I turned back to Edward, who still didn’t seem satisfied with my introduction. Maybe I could jog his memory. “Edward do you remember the Graduate student who was writing her Thesis on alternative lifestyles?”

He thought for a second, then nodded “Well, that was Isabella. She did a wonderful job. Had her Thesis published, earned her Master’s degree and is now a Professor of Psychology at UW.” I don’t know if he remembered that she was published or if he read the copy that I had given him. He seemed to recollect and he appeared to be very captivated with Isabella.

I gestured to the open seats “Sit my dear, sit. You also Mr. Black, relax, converse and enjoy yourselves. I have some more people to see, but I will leave you in very capable hands.” When I glanced at Edward, I could see a twinkle in his eye that I had never seen before. I figured I would help him along with a request

“Edward, you take very good care of Isabella and Mr. Black.” Edward grinned at me; yeah I know he would really like to take very good care of her. Hmm… maybe this is fate.

Walking out of the VIP section I stopped to say hello to Jasper and Alice who had just arrived, telling them that I would be back in before the night was over. I walked around being cordial to members and watched over the guest. It was basically a quiet night. I observed a very content Edward walk out to the front door.

Not ten minutes later he came back in not even looking up to acknowledge me, just making a bee-line for the VIP area. I laughed; Caius wondered what was so amusing. “I have a guest in the VIP area, and it appears that my nephew is rather besotted with her”

“Oh, who is she? Perhaps you will introduce us.” I shrugged “Perhaps another time, they are having a celebration and I don’t want to bombard her with a lot of people” he didn’t seem happy about that, but frankly I didn’t care. I didn’t trust Caius he had a deceitful nature. I said goodbye leaving to go back into my office.

Jane had called to ask what time I was coming home, she really did not feel well and wanted permission to go to bed. I told her she should go to bed that I would be home before closing, Edward had the club under control. I didn’t tell her that she missed the opportunity to meet Isabella, because frankly she was already upset with me that I made her stay home. Yes Jane is my slave, but she is also my wife and no matter how obedient she is, she still behaves like a wife.

I wanted to go into wish Emmett and Rose well with their pregnancy and I also wanted to check on Isabella and to be honest with myself spy on Edward. Walking out I spotted Edward sitting at Eric’s post. I told him my plan. Asking him how things were going. He continued looking over my shoulder as he told me everything was going well. I wanted to turn around and see what he was looking at but he caught me by surprise asking “Aro, what is the story with Isabella?”

I couldn’t help it I had to chuckle because I could see the infatuation in his eyes. “I met Ms Swan, oh my, three years ago. I told you Edward, she interviewed me for her thesis, and I handed out her survey, and then collected them for her. Throughout the two years she worked on her thesis, we became... I don’t know what our relationship is. She does work with something that I believe very strongly in. She has come to me for fund raising and other business related problems... That’s all.”

That really was all I could tell him, if he really wanted to know, let him ask her, only problem with that philosophy was Edward wanted more information “Yeah, but why is she here? I mean you gave her a pass, did she express interest in seeing the club?”

Yes this boy was infatuated alright. I grinned at the thought, he narrowed his eyes at me in confusion or irritation I couldn’t be sure. I shook my head at him placing my hand on his shoulder “You know Edward, my boy, I’m a lot older then you, I have wisdom and experience. Sometimes one just gets a sense. I offered Ms Swan to come see the club, because when we talked, she had questions that I felt were more of personal nature, rather than academically or business related.”

That summed up my analysis fairly well; I took it a step further explaining how special I thought Isabella was “She’s a diamond in the rough. A very beautiful diamond in the rough” Then I figured I would illustrate to him exactly how sought-after I think she would be if others would have a chance at getting to know her.

“If I was twenty-five years younger and didn’t have your Aunt Jane, I would refine that diamond until it sparkled.” Then I gave a warning because even though I had never seen Edward so absorbed by a woman’s charms, I still knew his track record. “But be careful with Ms Swan, she’s been through a lot.”

Edward looked annoyed and his voice was contemptuous “I was just asking, I’m not thinking about refining Isabella.” he could say that all he wanted but I didn’t believe him for one minute “Of course you’re not.” I said walking away with a laugh.

I made my way over to the VIP area, Edward was sitting diagonal across from Isabella, and he was smiling as she laughed along with the group. Everyone said they were enjoying their evening I was glad for that. I made a toast to the upcoming blessed event leaving them to gather my things and get home to take care of my slave.

I was heading over to tell Laurent that I was leaving when there appeared to be some kind of problem on the dance floor. Standing to the side, I watched as Edward looked on ready to help Mike and Eric if need be, but the two seemed to have it under control as they escorted two patrons outside. I would have to check their names tomorrow. Make sure that they were not a guest of any of our members and also make sure that they not be allowed to return. New Moon is a gentleman’s club, and it is expected that everyone behave as such.

Edward started walking towards the door; I followed him with my eyes and saw Mr. Blacks head over the crowd. As Edward approached the two faced each other and a few seconds later the three of them were walking over towards me. Isabella thanked me; in a chivalrous manor I kissed the back of her hand, watching the scowl on my nephews face from the corner of my eye. Oh, that boy can deny all he wants.

“Ah. Ms Swan, I am so glad that you came tonight. See I told you, nothing to be afraid of, just people, no demons, werewolves or vampires. Nothing will bite you here, unless you want them to.” I chuckled at her blush suggesting that she might come back another night. Yes I was trying to help my nephew.

“Um, I...I don’t know about that. Um, Jake, well Leah, his wife, is really pregnant and I don’t know if he could come again.”

I congratulated him, knowing for sure this was her sister’s husband. I made sure that Isabella realized that the pass I gave her was my vouch for her, she needed no other. Mr. Black didn’t like the idea of her being out at night alone. Personally I didn’t either, but I actually had something else in mind.

“Yes well, perhaps Mr. Black is right.” I looked to my right Edward had a bewildered expression, yes he would have to learn her story on his own and here comes his chance. “I have a thought, Edward my boy; perhaps you could escort Ms Swan. Would that make you feel better Mr. Black?”

I didn’t even get to see his reaction to my question because Isabella broke in “Aro, I don’t want to burden Edward; he doesn’t need to babysit me.” Oh my, match making is harder than it looks, Edward could thank me later for speaking for him “Nonsense my dear, you don’t mind do you Edward?”

“Not at all”

Good answer boy, you can thank me later. I clapped my hands together once, “There it’s settled. I do so love a happy ending.” I took Isabella’s hand in mine giving it a small squeeze to let her know that it was ok “You run along now my dear, you still do your work on Fridays?”

She said she did, and I promised to send a donation in memory of her mother. Isabella thanked me reverently. I said good night making Mr. Black promise to get her home safe. As I watched them leave I looked around the room. It appeared that there was several prying eyes hell bent on our exchange, so much for keeping Isabella a low profile.

Edward was outside longer than I expected, when he returned he had a smile pasted on his face. I made my way to him, explaining that I needed to leave. He assured me that everything would be taken care of, and that I needn’t worry.

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May 4, 2010

Jane woke this morning feeling rather poorly. My poor slave did not sleep very well, that was in part due to her illness as well as the fact that I did not secure her to my bed. I wanted her to be free to use the facilities as she needed, which turned out to be often. She was so ill that when I told her of Isabella’s visit, her only comment was that of sorrow for not being there.

Mid-afternoon I was resting on the divan because each time she got up during the night, I went with her making sure she returned to bed safely. The phone ringing startled me “Hello Carlisle”
“Did I wake you Aro?” I sat up “No I was just resting. Jane is not feeling well, she was up half the night running to use the bathroom” He informed me that there was indeed a stomach virus going around, telling me the best I could do for her was keep her comfortable and hydrated. I asked him what I could for him, because even though he was my brother-in-law he very rarely called me.

“I received a call last week from a woman who works at a local woman’s center. It seems that they are looking for a physician to donate time there. I spoke with the director just a few minutes ago and I know that you have a lot of contacts, so I was just wondering if you know anything about the Southside Center?”

I was shocked, Isabella attends the club last night, and now Carlisle is inquiring about the center she volunteers at. “Actually I know quite a bit about that particular charity. There are only two paid positions; everything else is run solely by volunteers. They use community recourses to enrich and educate the women and children that they help. This particular charity has many fine upstanding young women who give their hearts and souls to defend those who have nowhere else to go. The young woman who councils there is a personal acquaintance of mine, and I must tell you I have and will continue to give contributions, because I believe in the work that those brave women do.”

Carlisle asked me for Isabella’s name. I told him that for safety reasons I could not nor would not reveal it, he understood. I also didn’t mention Edward’s seeming infatuation because I didn’t know if Edward would take advantage of the opportunity that seemed to present itself, and frankly it was not my place to mention it. After a few more minutes of pleasantries we ended our phone call.

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May 5, 2010

The night was turning out to be a disaster, I was so glad when Emmett showed up. He offered to do the check in count for me. Several people stopped me asking who the young lady was that Edward had met here Thursday. Everyone seemed to know that she was my guest; the only people who knew that besides my family would be Tyler and Caius.

Emmett helped dodge some of the curiosity caused by Edward’s absence explaining that he had work to get done. Edward hadn’t been here yet since Thursday night, which is rather unusual, further adding to the gossip. Not that I minded, I often worried about my only sister’s son. It is just that on most nights that the club was open, he could be found upstairs on the exhibition floor, or in one of the private rooms.

Emmett handed me the paperwork, as I was returning to my office to take some Tylenol. It seems that I was coming down with the flu that my slave was still recoverong from. Emmett commented on all the gossip especially the intense questioning from Tanya. The woman irritated me; I liked it better when they were in Alaska. I was told that they were thinking about returning, one could only hope.

It wasn’t that Eleazer and Carmen were rude or disrespectful; it was that in my mind they played at this lifestyle. Like it was game, that is alright for them, to each their own. The problem is that Tanya has no respect or discipline. She likes to wreak havoc, to cause drama, it’s like she feeds off of it, then dances in the aftermath of the misery she causes.

“Where is young Edward tonight?” I couldn’t help but ask, my curiosity was getting the better of me. Emmett chuckled “If he’s lucky he’s getting some special attention from little Bella”

“Little Bella, you mean Isabella?”

“That’s exactly who I mean, my little brother doesn’t know what hit him. He spent the whole day with her. They ran into each other last night and then this morning she is walking her dog in the park, dog gets away from her and takes off running right to Edward. Freaking weird, it’s like fate is throwing them together. Anyway little Bella came along to Alice’s, she fit into the family perfectly. Hell even Rosie likes her. Dad, Jasper and I took bets on how long it’s going to take him to propose. Because even if he doesn’t know it, he’s fucked”

I laughed they shouldn’t bet on stuff like that but it was rather funny.

“Do you know Bella very well?” I nodded to Emmett with a smile “That bastard of a husband pay for what he did to her?”

“Not as much as he should have” that I could admit, without breaking Isabella’s confidence.

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May 6, 2010

It was official I had caught my slaves sickness. She was feeling better, I on the other hand felt like shit. I forced Jane to remain home, while I came to the New Moon. I needed to be here, however I made a promise to her that I would remain in my office resting on the settee as much as possible.

I had just returned from taking a quick walk through the club, staying on the perimeters being careful not to speak to anyone. I opened the juice, pouring myself a glass when I noticed the light blinking on the phone, alerting me of a message. Thinking it was Jane checking on my welfare I sat back to listen.

“Aro, this is Edward. I was wondering if you could give me a few minutes of your time to discuss Isabella. I’ll be up until midnight, if you have a chance to call by then. If not, perhaps sometime tomorrow. Thank you.”

I looked at the clock 11:26, I figured I better call him, who knew how I would feel tomorrow. Besides I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight if I worried about Isabella. His phone rang three times when he picked up.

“Good evening Aro, how is your night going?”

I felt terrible, but the evening was going well.

“Very well Edward. What can I do for you? You had mentioned Ms Swan in your message, is everything all right with her?”

“Yes she is very well. We spent the day together along with Emmet and Rosalie. I have some concerns that I was hoping you might be able to help me with. I won’t take much of your time, if I could just state my concerns and then you can decide if it is something you would be willing to help me with.”
I took a drink of juice clearing my throat, willing my stomach to settle while I listened to Edward. “I’m taking Isabella as my submissive.”

I was a little shocked that it was happening so fast, but I knew it was going to happen, when he didn’t continue I urged him “go on.” Edward sighed heavily

“The thing is, I don’t just want her as my submissive I want to be with her. Go out for dinner, see a movie, have a picnic in the park.”

“That doesn’t sound like a problem Edward that sounds like you are quite enamored with Ms Swan. I don’t blame you; she is a lovely young woman.”

“She is. She is funny, articulate, levelheaded and compassionate. She is unlike any other woman I have ever met.” I smiled at his admission thinking I should get in on that bet. I did not respond, so he continued “My concern is…is it possible to have two different kinds of relationships with the same woman? I want to do right by her, be the Dominate she needs and desires and yet be the man who shelters and protects her.”

Now I sighed, what is he talking about, I trained him, and he knows this “Edward as a Dominate that is your role, to shelter, protect and provide for. That encompasses the whole self, you are not just providing basic necessities, you are providing her with what she needs to be complete”

“I know that, and I have that down. But where does “the boy friend end and the Dom pick up. How do I keep a balance or the right perspective for each role? I want to give her everything, I care for her, how am I ever going to be able to punish her?”

Oh, I think I understand what he is getting at.

“Edward you are who you are. You can set certain times for play, or you can take it as it comes. You cannot just shut off your dominate side, because it is a Monday morning. She will enviably be confused as will you. Have your protocol for the playroom, but make her respect you at all times. When it comes to punishment....Well, I will tell you, it is necessary, you know this. Is it difficult? Yes it is. I love your aunt very much. The first time I had to punish her, I cried more than she. When it was done, I was so disgusted with myself that I failed to provide her with the necessary after care and comfort.” That was the first and worse time I neglected my duties in failing to care for my submissive, I went on to tell him more

“Because I was more concerned with my own emotions than I was with her, over twenty years later, I am still sorry about that. And I still get a little twinge when chastisement is in order. Thankfully, it does not happen often.”

I was very glad that my slave was well behaved, but that came through a lot of tears and a deep trust “But I do what must be done, for both our sakes. She needs me to be what I am, just as I need her to be what she is. It’s a give and take. She is my wife, my friend, my confidant, my voice of reason and my slave. And Edward Ms Swan can be all those things to you, and still show you the respect you need and she desires to give. Do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes...you are saying that I should allow her to be my friend, lover and submissive at all times, in the playroom and out. So my plan was to use her full name when I meant business and just Bella on a regular basis.”

“That sounds like a plan to me. That way she would know that her actions are going to have consequences. For example, you are having your picnic in the park, and she is acting inappropriate or in a dangerous manor. It would be your responsibility to correct her. How would she know that you were serious?”

It took him a few seconds to answer but I waited “I say, Isabella” I laughed “Yes, and she will respond so long as you do not confuse her by saying it when you don’t mean it.”

“That was my original plan, I was just curious to know if it was possible do it that way.”


“I don’t see why it would not, train her to know and trust you. That doesn’t mean that she will not have her own opinion on things. She will, she will tell you what she thinks and she will call you on stuff that she feels you are doing wrong. But make her do it with respect. Take what she says to heart, as you said she is an intelligent woman, and her opinions might just be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong with that. Give her the credit she deserves; reward her for caring enough about you to speak up. You are the Dominate my boy, but this is her relationship too. If all you want is a playmate, then continue on with the way you have been going. But if you are ready to grow with a woman in a relationship, then I can think of no finer woman for you than Ms Swan.”

“I’m just scared I’m going to fuck it up.”

That made me laugh even more, because no matter how good our intentions we are only human. “You probably will.”

“Thanks, that is just what I wanted to hear.”

“Just take it slow, build upon each lesson, reward and correct as needed. You know all this Edward. ...Listen I know Ms Swan will tell you, if she hasn’t already. She comes from an abusive marriage, a very abusive marriage, one that has left her with a permanent disability.”

“Her neck?” I was shocked that she had mentioned it already “Yes, she told you?”

“Just about the scar, not what happened.”

“Hmm...She will tell you. She also has an extreme fear, of dark enclosed places, which is why she had extra windows installed in her home, if I was to ever meet that sad excuse for a man, I would string him up by his toes and drain every drop of blood he has...” I wanted him to know that one more time how much I admire Isabella “You treat her well Edward, and if you need me, I’m here for you my boy.”

Thank you, I might take you up on that.”

“That’s fine. I don’t mind. But do me and yourself a favor, and tell Ms Swan that we talked. You want her to be honest with you, and then you need to be honest with her. It will build trust. Another thing, you don’t want her to hear it through the grape vine, or find out somewhere down the road. That will just cause problems, believe me, learn from my mistakes.”

That was a very big mistake; Jane found out that I had confided in another Dom, much the way Edward is with me. I didn’t tell her, and she accused me of undermining her to others. I wanted Edward to avoid even the possibility of that occurring

“So just tell her and make sure she doesn’t have a problem with it. You don’t have to tell her everything that was said, word for word, just be honest with her.”

“I will and thank you for your time, I really appreciate it.”
“Your more than welcome my boy, I’m very happy for you, and Ms Swan. She is special, and I believe that you are the perfect match for her. I’m so very glad that you two found each other. Have a good evening Edward”

“Good night Aro, thanks again.”

I hung up the phone feeling happy for these two young people. Isabella has issues with trust and yet she has already trusted Edward with personal information about her past. I knew she was personally interested in a D/s lifestyle, and Edward will be very good for her. After all he had a very good trainer. I smiled at the thought.

The phone rang “Hello”

“Master your slave is sorry to interrupt you, but she was worried about your health”

I smiled; a lot of people just do not get the way we choose to live our life. Their opinion is of no consequence to me. My slave loves and cares for me, and I can say without a doubt that after twenty-three years of marriage, my slave is the most important thing in my life.

“Thank you my pet, I believe I will have Laurent close for me tonight, so I can come home and have my slave take care of me. Besides, I have some news I would like to share with you. That is if, you been a good girl”

She giggled like a school girl “Yes Master, your slave will be waiting for your return”