EPOV
I watched Bella drive away in my car and as she rounded the corner I glanced up at the sky. There’s a storm coming. Turning to move back in the garage - to set about changing the tire - I had a dreadful feeling come over me and my thoughts from a few minutes ago rang in my ears.
There’s a storm coming.
It wasn’t a rain storm that threatened to break forth at any minute. No this was a storm of pivotal proportions and I knew it had everything to do with Bella. I also knew that it had to do with last night, something had freaked her out. In hindsight the caning demonstration might have been a bad idea. The thing was Bella had indicated both English and Sensual Caning as a ‘want to try’ on her limits. I knew that Cameron was doing his demonstration, and since she asked about corporal punishment last week I thought it would be perfect. She would be able to witness both at the same time.
I wouldn’t be using corporal punishment on her not now and probably not ever. However witnessing the scene might have addressed some of her questions about the brutality of it. In all actuality it really was no different than any other scene that gets demonstrated. Bella was fine during the set up; it was the first strike that got to her.
By the time Cameron had administered three or four strikes she was so anxious when she looked in my eyes I knew there was more to it than just the caning itself. I needed to get her out of there fast. The strikes of the cane come so quickly and by the time we started moving Bella was so frightened she was trembling with her face buried in my neck, like she was trying to hide from something.
It took fifteen minutes of me just holding her in the bar area before I could set her down, then the fear was back in her eyes as soon I mentioned going down stairs. I had no intensions of taking her back through the room being used for demonstration; no, we would be going by elevator. Just as it started to move my phone vibrated to alert me that BFF was set to begin.
I debated removing the toy but then I thought after the strain Bella had just been through she could use the release. We had come to a stop and I turned the key to override the doors so they would remain closed. I wanted to make her cum, to feel the heat of her body under my touch, so that’s what I did, and the look of lust in her eyes as I licked my thumb made my dick throb. I thought about fucking her right then and there, but I knew that Aro would be looking for me soon and I didn’t think Bella would appreciate being found in that position.
The dance area was rather full so we stood along the side wall in our own little world. Angela came over to get my drink order. She was a sweet girl who I had played with from time to time; she was only into bondage wanting to be restrained in the oddest of positions for long periods of time. I never stuck my dick in her, to tell the truth I never had the desire to. In fact she always wore her bra and panties and the most skin she saw on me was my bare chest. Yet still I caught the sideward glare she gave to Bella, I was going to have to do something about that.
I sent Bella over with Jane while I did the sign-in count for the weekend, and then there seemed to be some discrepancy with the liquor. I needed to make sure that Mike and Eric counted the bottles accurately when the delivery arrived, simple human error can cause a lot of problems. While I was speaking with them, Garrett asked if it would be alright for him to talk with Bella. He told me what it was in reference to; I gave my permission and then watched to see what she would do.
Bella’s instructions for the evening were not to speak with anyone without my permission. I had told her to talk freely with Jane, but Garrett was something different. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her search the room for me and an astounding sense of pride overwhelmed me as she met my gaze for approval.
Right before I was getting ready to leave, Aro told me that he was going to allow Stefan to pay his past due amounts in small payments as long as he remained current with any upcoming ones. I was going to ask him about the statement Stefan made about Bella’s finances but I didn’t have to.
“Apparently Edward, Isabella’s financial situation is common knowledge.”
“How can that be, when I don’t even know?” I asked astonished.
Aro sat behind his desk rubbing his chin like he was deep in thought.
“I’ve come to the conclusion that someone has been digging around to gain information about Ms. Swan. For what reason I don’t know; it is more than likely plain curiosity. They all seem to know of my personal involvement with her,” he smiled. “Ahhh…it is exhausting sometimes.” I wasn’t sure if he meant his involvement with Bella or dealing with people. I didn’t get a chance to ask because Aro went on.
“I don’t know why that information is so important to anyone…” he stopped talking for a second opening the desk drawer to pull out a small notebook. “…In any case…” he handed me a business card that he retrieved from the front pocket, “…I believe you should have Isabella give Mr. Weiss a call and have him check into who has been looking into her personal information. You cannot confront anyone as to their motives until you know who it is.”
I looked at the card - Alistair Weiss, Private Investigations. “Do you really think this is necessary? I believe just the thought of needing to hire him is going to worry her.”
“You can hire him on your own without her knowledge,” Aro sighed and then he shrugged. “That has connotations with it that might give her the wrong idea about your motives. I told you to be honest in all things and keeping that from Ms. Swan might be detrimental to your relationship, when she finds out.” he looked at me pointedly “Let there be no doubt in your mind Edward, she will find out.”
I thought about what he was saying and keeping the fact that I hired someone - even if it was for Bella’s own good – to delve in her personal affairs would defiantly cause damage. Then another thought occurred to me.
“What if there is nothing to find or if he can’t find anything? Then I’ve worried her for nothing.” It seemed like a damned if I do and damned if I don’t situation. Aro let out a long exhausted sigh.
“Edward someone knows something from somewhere. I’ve worked with Mr. Weiss a few times and he is a sneaky little cuss and if there is anything at all for him to find then he will. I believe it is worth your time and effort if for no other reason than your own piece of mind. Personally, I would tell Ms. Swan what you are doing, but that is up to you.” I took his suggestion sticking the card in my pocket and went to get Bella so we could leave.
Zarfina was on the other side of the office door getting ready to knock when I opened it, startling both of us. After we greeted each other it dawned on me that she would be a good person for Bella to witness a live scene with. Zarfina was not into anything heavy nor does she allow many people to participate or to watch. When I asked her, she seemed slightly hesitant about the idea because although she had heard a lot about Bella she had yet to meet her. I would rectify that obstacle immediately.
Bella was sitting with her back to the room but instantly turned around to see me, rising when I motioned for her to come. By the time she got to me, Zarfina and I were in a discussion over specific dates and times. I told her it didn’t matter that I would check the schedule and as long as she agreed we would be there. After I introduced them and she saw firsthand how respectful and obedient Bella was – in her presentation as well as looking to me once again before speaking – she agreed to my request.
Once we got to the car my phone vibrated and I told Bella that she was going to have to hold that one. Which she did with very little effort, telling me what her and Jane spoke about, without so much as a squeak to indicate that anything was happing to her. The only time she seemed to stumble over her words was when she told me that it was sounds the cane made that upset her, becoming evasive when I asked for clarification.
In the house I was going to send her upstairs but then had second thoughts. Looking around the living room my eyes fell on the couch and I tried to judge the height, figuring there was only one way to find out, I had her kneel.
Seth needed to be let out and I had to quickly gather some things from the playroom. Bella was in the same position I left her in. Giving me the privilege of peeling what felt like three ounces of material, which somehow qualified for a dress, off her body. Ever since yesterday when she informed me that Big Blue was not so big I wanted to find out what exactly she would consider big. So I set her up for some anal play, never thinking that I would get to stick my dick in her.
I expected her to beg and she did not disappoint, pleading with me to fuck her ass. I put her legs over the couch her body slid down my shaft. Between the tightness and the cold from the frozen dildo I almost lost it before then and there. Bella moved her body to meet my strokes moaning as her muscles clamped down around my dick when she came, causing me to follow in my own release. She was glorious and exhausted.
After a quick bath of which I believe she slept through I figured Bella was out for the night, so it surprised me that she got up to use the bathroom. When she came back to bed it was a restless night and when she got up I knew that something was wrong. The problem is she wouldn’t tell me what it was.
I waited in bed as long as I could, thinking she might return. When it appeared to be an acceptable time to wake, I found her down on the couch with a cup of coffee and the book. I asked her outright what was the matter but she avoided answering. Last night in the car I could believe that she truly didn’t know what was vexing her. That morning I wasn’t buying the bill of goods she was selling; she knew damn well what had set her off and was just refusing to talk about it.
I suppose that would have been alright had it not been for the fact that it was clearly doing damage to her state of mind. I wasn’t going to push her for the information, or at least not at that moment. Instead deciding to be patient hoping that it wouldn’t take too long, or I just might end up frustrated enough to demand the information.
Yeah I just might end up doing that.
Putting the jack away and the flat tire in her trunk I couldn’t help but wonder how long Bella is going to be able to keep it to herself before she cracks. Hoping that whatever is locked away in the recesses of her mind will work their way out. For Bella’s sake, I hoped it didn’t take too long because the weight of it was already weighing heavy on her heart, causing needless anxiety.
I took Seth with me to Jacob’s, he had been cooped up in the house and I thought he might like the ride, besides he was good company. I could tell him all I was thinking while he just listened knowing damn well he would never repeat it.
Sitting at the stop light rubbing behind his ears I spoke out loud, “Hey boy, are you going to help me watch mommy? I think she is going to need us.” He didn’t answer of course but he tilted his head and the way his big sad eyes were looking at me I swear he understood.
Jacob was expecting me so he had one of the stalls empty allowing me to pull right in. When I got out he wiped his hands off on the towel he had hanging from the side of his pants then shook my hand, before I took an excited Seth out of the car.
“What are you, on doggie duty now?” He asked with a grin pointing to Seth.
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Something like that.”
Jacob shook his head then leaned down to pat Seth. “That’s ok, he’s a good dog…aren’t ya boy?” he stood straight and looked to me, “I told Bella she should get a dog but I was thinking a Pit Bull or a Rottie, something with teeth. A mean nasty dog that would tear someone apart for her, but noooo.., she takes one look at this guy and falls in love,” he shook his head.
“Awe…look at him how could you not love him?”
“Yeah well, love won’t help her if someone comes in her house again. Seth here…” Jacob tilted his head sideways in the direction of the dog, “…he would be hiding under the bed and there wouldn’t be any room for Bella,” he smirked. “Then again, have you seen under her bed?” I laughed with him nodding my head while he added, “there isn’t any room for anything under that bed!”
I agreed with him because he was right, it was filled with all kinds of plastic totes. Jacob sighed and then stopped laughing, “is the tire in the trunk?” I nodded again telling him yes then he added, “pop it open.”
While he took it out to refill with air he asked when was the last time she drove the car. I had to think for a minute then I realized that it was Thursday.
“So the car was in Bella’s garage,” he wasn’t asking me he just assumed that’s where it was.
“No, it was in my driveway until Friday morning then I put it in my garage.”
“Hmmm…” he hummed placing the tire in a large drum of water then turning it over to the other side before continuing with his thought. “There is nothing wrong with this tire Edward, looks like someone let the air out of it.”
What the fuck?
Seth barked and when I looked down at him he was looking at the tire that Jake had leaning up against the barrel. Jacob squatted down and pulled something out of the valve; it looked like a small silver pin. “Yeah, see? They stuck the pin in to let the air leak out slowly.”
Seth barked again and I thought about that night that he was looking out the window down into the driveway - was that Wednesday or Thursday? Wednesday was the night of her punishment and we slept in her room, it had to be Thursday.
“Mother Fucker!”
Jacob looked to me waiting, “someone was in the driveway Thursday night, actually Friday morning,” then I wondered and asked, “Jacob how long would it take for the tire to go flat enough that Bella would have a problem?”
He shrugged, “it’s hard to say depends how much air came out of it when the pin was put it. If it was really slow, I would say three maybe four hours; but when the tires spin they heat up so the air would release faster.”
Alright, I was beginning to get concerned. There were too many little things adding up and I thought about that first night we went to dinner at Jacob’s. The car in the alley almost hitting Bella as it raced up the street. The collar missing and then turning up some place it shouldn’t have been. That night Seth was barking out in the yard, now the tire and everyone knowing Bella’s personal business.
What the fuck is going on?
My thoughts must have shown in my expression because Jacob got a look of concern. “What’s the matter?”
I wasn’t sure what to tell him, there was nothing concrete, but I didn’t like the feeling I was getting in the pit of my stomach. I started adding up all the odd things for him, Jacob didn’t look any happier than I did. I was trying to think of anyone that would hold some kind of grudge against Bella when a thought occurred to me.
“Jacob do you think her husband would come around?”
His face went from concern to outright fury. “Ex-piece-of-shit husband.” He pushed the floor jack under the car with more force than was necessary pumping the lever to make the car rise. He took a few deep breaths calming himself.
“I don’t think so, but I wouldn’t put anything past him. I should have done the world a favor and killed the son of a bitch when I had the chance.” I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or just making a general statement. He gave me a quick glance with narrowed eyes.
“You know, some of what you are telling me sounds like the coward…unless he’s drunk, oh then he’s a big man. That’s the only reason he called Leah that night. He left Bella tied to the fucking table half dead and that mother fucker drove back to Forks then went to the bar and got drunk! Then he calls my wife and says, ‘you’re talking to a rich man’ then hangs up. Leah freaked, started screaming thinking he killed Bella.” He was quiet while he removed the dounut spare.
“Fucking Bella, I’ve been telling her for a year to get a real tire!” Jacob was angry or troubled, I couldn’t tell which. I was thinking about changing the subject, but I wanted to know what happened that night and I sure as hell wasn’t hearing it from Bella.
“It’s kind of my fault that asshole isn’t in jail. Bella didn’t press charges, in fact she lied and said she didn’t know who attacked her just to protect me, and now that fucker is walking around free today because I couldn’t control my temper!” He threw the little spare into the corner so hard that bounced off the wall.
“God damn fucking pieces of junk, you pay thirty thousand dollars for a car, you’d think they would give you a real fucking tire!” I agreed with him but didn’t say anything about the tire; I did however ask another question.
“You don’t think he would come around?”
Jake glared at me. “You know as stupid as he is, I don’t think he’s dumb enough to go anywhere near Bella. All it would take is one anonymous call and that rape kit that contains his DNA…”
“Rape kit?” The word from Bella’s mouth came back to my mind, ‘willingly.’
“Yeah…they have it in their unsolved files somewhere collecting dust, because of me.” Jacob was banging on the new spare to get it over the rim. “I couldn’t help myself when we walked in that kitchen, I thought she was dead…” Jacob’s voice got slightly shaky while he blinked away unshed tears.
“…I lost it and the faster I drove the madder I got. There he was sitting on a god damn bar stool all smug …I told him ‘you want to beat somebody with a belt? come on asshole’ and I took off my belt and beat him like he beat Bella.” He had stopped working, instead staring down at the tire that was now mounted. Finally he looked at me.
“I tried to get her to press charges, I would have taken my medicine, gotten a good lawyer and pled temporary insanity, but she wouldn’t do it.” He laughed without humor. “That’s Bells for you, loyal to a fault and fucking stubborn as hell. Do you know that when she can’t sleep she will walk that dog outside at two o’clock in the morning?”
“What? No…she would be afraid.”
Jacob raised his eyebrows, “I’m telling you she does, and then she says, ‘I have pepper spray.’” His voiced rose while his head wobbled in an attempted to sound like her. It would have been funny had I not been mad.
“Well, I can guarantee Bella won’t be doing that anymore,” I assured him.
“Good…hey what was the name of that guy? Cecil?” I smiled at him once I figured out what he was talking about.
“Caius Salvador. Why?”
Jacob assured me that he never heard of him, but he was going to call a few people from home to see if anyone knew him. Once the tire was back on the car and a real spare in the trunk I was ready to leave when my phone rang.
“Hello Bella.”
“Hi”
Jacob yelled, “hey Bells, you have a real fucking tire now!”
“Tell Jake I said hi and thank you...” Bella giggled. After relaying the message, Bella wanted to know what was wrong with her tire; I didn’t want to get into it right at that moment so I changed the subject.
“Are you calling to tell me what you want for dinner?”
Jacob’s mouth gapped open, “you cook too?” he asked under his breath then added, “are you sure you’re the dom?”
I laughed quietly while Bella told me she wanted Italian something with lots of gooey cheese, and rich chocolate cake for dessert.
When I hung up Jacob looked at me and I knew he had something to say, “I don’t know how you were with other women, but my man you are fucking whipped.” I shook my head grinning while putting Seth in the car, but he wasn’t done. “I’m serious, look at you making dinner, doing the dishes, walking the dog…Hell, you are probably going home to fold laundry.”
I laughed, “as a matter of fact I am!” The load of wash Bella had done earlier was still in the dryer.
We said our good-byes and right before I shut the door Jacob stopped me. “Seriously Edward, keep an eye on her. Bella is a lot more fragile then she pretends to be.” I nodded because I was well aware of that. “You let me know if anything else strange occurs or if you find anything out. Bells is like my sister…I let her down once, it’s not going to happen again.” He got a distant look in his eyes then grinned.
“Did she tell you that she forced me to kiss her once?” I laughed because when Bella told me that story she also said that he would claim to be forced. Jacob hummed in his throat, “Hmmm…maybe she does have some dominatrix in her…anyway, I really hope she’s a better kisser, because she was all smushy wet lips…eww, gross.”
I laughed again, “good-bye Jacob,” shutting the door to make our way home.
Stopping at the red light I started piecing together all that Jacob had said about the attack on Bella with what I had learned from her. The attack happened in her kitchen, when James left she must have been unconscious because she didn’t call for help and Jacob had said he thought she was dead. Then James had beaten her with is belt. I rubbed my eyes with the pads of my fingers – what kind of welts and bruises would that leave? The car behind me beeped waking me from my thoughts and I drove home with pictures in my mind of the woman I loved battered and bruised.
As soon as we got home I put Seth in the yard, he had been in the house all morning then on the leash and he needed to use up some energy and do his business while I folded the wash. When that was done I got his lunch and then mine before making phone calls. Dinner reservations were easy; I figured seven-thirty was a good time since Bella could shower and rest for an hour before we had to leave.
The call to Mr. Weiss was something else.
Talking to him, I gave him Aro’s name as a reference then told him what I needed done, giving him as much information as I could. He told me that it would be easier for him if I could get Bella’s social security number then we discussed cost and time lengths. He said that we could have basic information by the end of next week, but anything more in-depth could take him another week or two. That was fine with me; I just had to figure out how I was going to bring the subject up to Bella.
There was one more call I needed to make before she came home.
“Hello Edward, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Do I need a reason to call my favorite girl?” I could hear the smile on her face.
“Oh, I’m not your favorite girl anymore. But that’s ok, all little boys have to grow up and leave their mothers. I’m just glad that you are leaving me for someone like Bella. She is a sweet girl.” I had to agree with my mom, and then got to the point of the call.
“Actually Bella is the reason I’m calling. You know those old dressers you have in the attic, I was wondering if I can get one of them?” Bella needed to have someplace to keep her clothes in my room. Not that I object to her wearing my clothes, I just thought she would be more comfortable in her own. Besides as sexy as she looks in only my t-shirts, she looks a hundred times better in her stuff.
“I don’t see why not, but wouldn’t you rather have the one from your old bedroom?” I would rather, but I didn’t want to ask for it, and then mom went on. “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you come over and see which one would be better; then you can gladly have it.”
Mom had plans for tomorrow that she didn’t want to tell me about, she said that Wednesday would be fine. She was going to make lunch but I told her I would pick her up and take her out, with that date set I glanced at the time, the day was gone and Bella would be home soon.
The toys I had used last night were still in the basket on the counter waiting to washed and put away. After placing the glass back in the freezer I took the other things down to the playroom. Bella had my keys so I used the spare one that I kept on top of the doorframe. I know that there are a lot of Dominants who require their submissive to take care of those things. But I am too particular with how I want stuff in my playroom for anyone else to touch it. Before I closed the door I glanced over at the St. Andrews that I had set up in hopes of playing with yesterday, we would be using it for our usual on Wednesday night.
Bella had just walked into the kitchen when I came upstairs, Seth had greeted her and while she bent over to pet his head I admired her appearance. She looked professional in her grey tapered skirt and white silk shirt, with black heels that made her at least three inches taller than she was. I immediately saw the exhaustion that was evident on her face.
“Hey baby,” I said wrapping my arms around her and placing a kiss on her head. “Rough day?”
“No, not rough, I’m just tired.” That was obvious to anyone who looked at her, but there was something else contributing to her disposition.
“Reservations are later, you have some time so why don’t you go shower and lay down? I’ll bring you up a glass of wine.” I thought maybe some relaxation would definitely be a plus at that moment. Bella nodded then kissed me softly before reaching down to take off her shoes, draping them over her fingers as she walked into the other room.
While I poured us each a glass of chardonnay I noticed my phone lying on the counter had a missed call. It must have came in while I was down stairs, listening to the message it was from the contractor. He apologized for not getting back to me on Friday, saying that he had my estimate along with some plans and samples. He wanted to stop by late morning tomorrow.
I looked at the calendar on the refrigerator to make sure that the time was clear with Bella and I realized something that I would bring up tonight at dinner. Seeing no conflict in the schedule I penciled in the appointment then quickly returned his call to say I would see him around eleven, before making my way upstairs.
I was expecting to find Bella in her own room, so I was slightly surprised when it was empty. Opening the door to my room the sound of the tub filling came from the bathroom. That’s where I found her, in a mass of bubbles with her eyes closed; she knew I was there because she spoke.
“Sorry, my room doesn’t have a tub.” Her eyes opened watching me move closer.
“That’s alright; you can come in here anytime.” I told her, handing her the glass while I knelt down next to her. I watched while she took a sip. Then she leaned back against the white porcelain holding the glass with both hands while she closed her eyes again, Bella’s slow deep breaths told me she was trying hard to ease herself.
“What’s the matter baby?” Hoping she would just fucking tell me and put an end to her misery.
A sad smile played on her lips.
“Sally stayed. She was going to leave and then something happened to change her mind.” Bella tilted the glass back taking another drink while her eyes remained closed.
“That’s a good thing isn’t it?”
A shaky sigh escaped her and then her tongue swept moisture across her lips.
“That’s the best thing,” she said in a soft voice as a single tear ran down her face.
I couldn’t understand if the tear was joy, relief, or sorrow. I wanted her to explain it to me so I could get a better grip on her mood, but the knock on the bedroom door both startled and annoyed me.
“Yo…Edward, you in there?”
Emmett!
“Yeah, I’ll be right down!”
Bella looked at me in confusion while I explained, “I forgot he was coming to bring back the power washer.” She smiled in understanding while I brushed a few strands of loose hair from her face. “Are you going to be alright?”
“I’m fine.”
I wanted to call her a liar because if I was sure of anything I knew for a fact that she was anything but fine.
Halfheartedly I left her to go meet my brother downstairs. He was his usual vociferous self asking if he was interrupting something and actually looking delighted at the possibility. He took another look at me and then asked what the matter was. I guess I’m as good at hiding my distress as Bella. While we removed the washer from the back of the jeep I gave a quick rundown of all the things that have been happening around us. Emmett agreed with my assessment that it could all be coincidence; but it wasn’t worth taking the risk to not have it checked out.
“Do you think it’s her husband?”
“Ex-husband,” I corrected him and then went on, “I don’t know, but I think it’s a stronger possibility that it’s someone from the club.” I proceeded to tell him about my run in last night with Stefan.
“What the fuck is up with those people? This is a club where people go so no one passes judgement or talks about each other’s personal business - and that’s all anyone is doing. They need to knock it the fuck off!” Emmett voiced the same opinion I had. Then he stopped talking to look at me. “Does Bella have that much money?”
I shrugged because I didn’t know, and I wasn’t going to discuss Bella’s personal finances with him, so I changed the subject asking how Rose was doing. He said she was much better today after talking it through with him last night. I knew that’s what Bella needed, to open up and confide in me.
“Something freaked Bella out last night and she won’t talk to me about it. I’m almost at the point where I’m going to demand that she just fucking tell me!” Emmett shook his head then narrowed his eyes at me.
“Don’t do that. Whatever it is will work its way out. You forcing her is like…” he pursed his lips “…it’s like popping a pimple before its ready. You get the stuff off the top but not what is underneath, and that’s where the nasty stuff is.” I listened to my brother’s words of wisdom, disgusting as they were, they made sense.
“Dude, your best bet is to be patient, hold off and wait for her to come around, and believe me she will.” He sighed, “I’m not going to lie to you…it sucks watching her go through so much turmoil, wondering when she’s going to blow, but in the end it will be ok and the two of you will grow closer because of it.”
I had planned to wait as long as possible, but after listening to my brother I was more determined to wait until Bella was ready. We said goodbye (after I asked him if he could help me with the dresser over the weekend) and I went back into the house to find Bella sleeping in my bed.
Even during a small nap she was restless, so I lay down next to her snuggling her body close to mine. I could feel her relax as a deep sigh escaped her lips while I removed the hair from around her face she spoke.
“Edward.” I couldn’t tell if she was awake or not so I didn’t answer instead I squeezed my arms tighter around her back eliciting a soft sigh. “What time is it?”
Bella’s question made me smile because I knew for sure she was awake.
“Almost six. I was going to shower and then wake you.”
“I’m awake; thank you for letting me sleep, I was really tired.” I remained quiet while I watched her roll on her back and do that stretch thing with her body. The one where she raises her arms over her head and arches her back so her breasts hike up in the air. I couldn’t help myself, my lips found her nipple sucking it into my mouth.
“Mmmm…” the sound vibrated through her chest making my dick ache. Pulling away to look in her eyes, Bella’s hands cupped my face, her fingers running through the stubble she pleaded, “don’t stop!”
“I thought you wanted ooey, gooey, cheesy stuff and rich chocolate cake?” She pulled on my face so I came closer to hers.
“We have ten minutes.” Her lips almost touched mine as she spoke.
“Ten minutes? You think I can perform in that amount of time?” Looking into her eyes I found the twinkle that had been missing all day.
“Uh huh, I have complete faith in you.” Her lips touched mine for a brief moment.
“Hmmm… there’s one little problem, I still have my pants on.” Bella’s head snapped back with a look of disapproval, narrowed eyes and taut jaw.
“Well get to it!” she ordered snapping her fingers.
“Yes Ma’am!”
Two seconds later my pants were on the floor and we made the best use of our ten minutes.
My original Fan-fiction
Mine
A riding crop and a blindfold doesn't make it BDSM. There is a big difference between being kinky and being in the scene. It's not a sexual thing to me, it's a very spiritual thing. ~ DominaBlue
3/24/11
Chapter 36
BPOV
After the dream that left me worshiping the porcelain god, no matter what I did I couldn’t go back to sleep. Whenever I felt close to drifting off those sounds would invade my mind and I tossed and turned. Not even able to let the security I felt from Edward’s presence quiet me. Finally at five-thirty I couldn’t take it anymore.
While I walked to the dresser to get one of Edward’s t-shirts – I really needed to bring some clothes into his room – my calves and inner thighs ached making me groan. It was the kind of ache that reminded me that I had had been thoroughly tucked, shucked, and fucked.
“Where you going babe?” Edward’s voice didn’t startle me but I was surprised he was awake. Then again with how restless I had been for the last two hours, I can’t imagine he got much sleep.
“I’m going downstairs to make coffee.” I didn’t think that was a good enough explanation so I added, “I can’t sleep and I don’t want to keep disturbing you.”
“Hmm…come here,” he held his hand out and it was impossible to not accept the invitation. Once I was back in his arms he kissed my forehead.
“Are you alright?”
Was I alright? I didn’t know, but how do I tell him that the woman he loves is some kind of crazy bitch that lets a simple sound unnerve her.
“I’m fine, I just can’t sleep.”
“Do you want me to get up with you?”
“No. You go back to sleep, I’ll be fine.” Edward sighed but relented and after another kiss he released his hold on me, and reluctantly I went downstairs with Seth on my heels.
After starting the much needed coffee I worked on unpacking the bags from the weekend. Throwing a load of wash in the machine before sitting on the couch with a cup of hot coffee and the book I had started yesterday. After a few chapters I was beginning to understand the concepts she was trying to get across. It was a discipline of the mind to achieve the ultimate goal of living your life to the fullest. Reaching into the depths of your psyche to find that inner voice that she calls god, but I would call a conscience, and allowing that to rid yourself of guilt, fear, and doubt. Once those things can be overcome then you use the god inside you, by use of abhyas or constant repetition, to experience the joy of this life.
By the time I had finished my fourth cup of coffee it was a little after seven and Edward was coming down the stairs. I watched him as he moved towards me, his hair was messy and all he had on was a pair of green flannel pajama bottoms, leaving me to ogle at the sight of his bare chest, which of course he caught me doing, that fact was obvious by the smirk on his face.
He sat on the couch pulling my feet into his lap, rubbing them while he talked. “What’s up Babe?”
I shook my head not ready to start talking about it yet, that would encompass a full explanation of the attack that occurred in my kitchen and at that moment I just wasn’t prepared to do that. So I evaded the question.
“Nothing, coffee is ready in the kitchen, do you want me to get you some?” Edward narrowed his eyes at me, but didn’t push the issue. I suppose giving me time to figure it out in my own mind first.
“No, I’ll get it in a minute.” He scrutinized my face then added, “You didn’t sleep very well.”
My eyes went to the book in my hand while I confessed, “I had a dream.” Edward waited for me to elaborate and I was growing uncomfortable under his dissecting gaze. “Can we not talk about it now… I’m just not ready.”
The last part came out in a hush and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I felt so weak and lost from the fear of the guilt. I knew I shouldn’t feel responsible or shame, I tell that to the women at the center all the time, but saying it and living it are two entirely different things.
At that moment I just wanted to crawl back into the cocoon that I had created for myself. The one where I could pretend that nothing had ever happened, and that I was that strong independent woman who deserved to be loved; who could live a normal life with someone sharing in all the joys or sorrows that come along it.
The problem was that the cocoon had been opened and there was no going back inside. I was going to have to face the reality that I could never be normal. That for the rest of my life I would have to carry the burden of making poor decisions. Of being afraid of what people would think of me and knowing that everything about my life was substandard.
Peeking up at Edward through my tear filled eyes; I didn’t want him to know that about me. When I saw myself through his eyes I was who I pretend to be and a whole lot more. I wasn’t ready to shatter his perception of me yet, I just wanted to hold on to it for a little bit longer.
“You know Bella; there is nothing so bad that would change my love for you.”
I wanted so badly to believe him, but I just couldn’t see how that could be. Once he saw how weak I truly was, that I couldn’t even protect myself in my own home. That I allowed myself to be degraded in the worse possible way, I couldn’t find it in me to forgive and love myself. How could he possibly do it? No, it was easier to pretend and that’s what I was going to do.
“I’m alright Edward, I’m just tired.” Edward sighed heavily.
“You’re a terrible liar Bella, but I’ll let it go for now. Come on, let’s go eat some breakfast.” I wasn’t hungry, but I knew I had to eat something, so I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. Wincing as the movement once again caused my thighs to ache.
“Muscles sore?” I nodded at his observation
“Just a little...” I confessed. “…I guess I don’t use those muscles very often.”
“Well, we shall see about rectifying that.” Edward grinned then chuckled at the blush that took over my face.
I knew it was outlandish but there is just something about being ass fucked that brings a whole new level of intimacy to the relationship. It’s like Eve taking a bite out of the forbidden fruit. You feel wicked just thinking about it, corrupt because you take pleasure in it, and completely depraved because you can’t wait to sink your teeth into it again.
I didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts because Seth’s sad brown eyes were looking at me with that ‘come on mom I got to pee’ stare, and Edwards’s stomach growled making me laugh as we walked into the kitchen. He went straight to the refrigerator while I let the dog out and then switched the washed clothes into the dryer.
“I was thinking poached eggs,” he said, holding up the carton. I agreed with him, so while he started the water I made the toast and a fresh pot of coffee. When we sat down to eat, he placed two Tylenol in front me, which I gratefully took and he started talking.
“You didn’t have any problem with the modified approach? I mean you seemed to fall right into it." I agreed with him, and Edward said that whenever we are around others during our usual that is the way we would conduct ourselves.
“Do you have any questions about that?” he asked taking a drink of coffee.
“No. But can I ask you something?” He looked at me expectantly, so I continued, “What did you give Emmett?” I could see him thinking and I couldn’t understand what the dilemma was.
“That is their personal business Bella. Rose was in a funk, and Emmett wanted to make sure she could relax on the ride home, he wanted some extra restraint for her.” I guess he wasn’t going to tell me exactly what he gave him.
“Oh…she was feeling better; at least I think she was by then.” I reflected.
Edward stopped eating to look at me. “She talked about it?”
I nodded, “yes, and on Saturday she told us what happened to her in Chicago.” That news seemed to surprise him.
“While you were having your tea party?”
“Tea party?” I laughed at his question.
He shrugged at my inquiry, “what else would you call it? I’m just surprised to find out what women talk about over tea.”
“You should hear what we talk about over a bottle of wine.” I smirked while I swallowed the bite of food.
Edward grew serious, “I don’t think I want to know.” I was looking down at my plate while I made my next confession.
“I was just surprised you left him in the room, I was kind of self-conscious being on my knees in my waiting position.” He placed his hand under my chin for me to look at him.
“I would never have let anyone in that would pass judgment on your place at that moment.” I knew that but I didn’t get to reply because Edward asked me, “were you too self-conscious? Uncomfortably so?” I answered him as honestly as I could.
“No, not really. Well at first, but then I just figured I could trust you so it was alright.”
Edward’s eyes scanned my face, I don’t know what he was looking for or what he found, but he went on.
“Then how self-conscious were you on the dance floor?” I had to stop mid chew as the memory came back to me. I could feel my face heat up and the moisture starting to pool between my thighs. Edward chuckled as I told him exactly how I felt, scared, excited, and satisfied. Then a thought occurred to me.
“Did you know you were going to have me do that?” The expression on his face became one of explicit resolve.
“It was part of the plan that was your reward.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I was kind of ticked; I think that’s something I should have been informed of. However Edward didn’t agree because he got a little ticked himself.
“What would you have liked me to have said? Oh by the way Bella, I’m going to have you orgasm in the middle of a crowded room. You wouldn’t have let go of your inhibitions enough to trust me and enjoy the experience, besides I told you it was your reward.” He was right of course, I would have been so nervous; there was no way I would have done it. Then it dawned on me what he was saying.
“My reward?”
“Yes. You said you wanted to do some exhibitionism.” Edward smirked.
I did want to, but that’s not exactly what I had in mind. He continued to explain his reasoning. “Bella, I can’t very well act out that fantasy you have of being restrained and teased in front of people if you have difficulty having an orgasm in a semi-private moment. It’s all a building process, and that was your first step.” I thought about that and he was right again.
“Then thank you, because I enjoyed my reward.” Edward grinned with a quick nod of his head. I figured I would confess, “I couldn’t have held it off any longer. With you singing, your hands on me, and BFF buzzing away, ah…it was inevitable.”
“Bella why are we calling the C-Grip BFF?” he asked with a chuckle. “Not that it matters, you can name some toys, but at least Big Blue made sense.” He chuckled once more but I countered his question with one of my own.
“Why is it called a C-Grip?” I asked with raised eyes and smugness in my tone.
Edward looked at me incredulously, “I believe because it grips the clitoris.”
My face fell, “Oh.” I hadn’t thought of that. He was still staring at me waiting. “Well…I thought the C was for cunt, and that’s a vile word.” I looked in his eyes pleading, “Please don’t ever call me that, or use that word to me?”
“I won’t.” He said it with such conviction, that I knew he wouldn’t.
I went on to explain my reasoning for the name change as best I could remember from my lust induced haze of yesterday’s ride home, ending with saying. “I think every woman needs a BFF, it should be mandatory government issued!”
Edward burst out laughing. “That good?”
I giggled confirming my theory with a nod, “Uh-huh!”
“Well at any rate, I’m glad you let go and experienced it. I might also add that you did very well and I was proud of you.”
“Once I figured out what you wanted me to do and that it was alright to let go, I knew that you wouldn’t let me fall or make a spectacle of myself…” Edward interrupted me.
“Anything I ask of you I will be there to help you through it or watch you enjoy it. You never have to stand on your own; you can, and should, always depend on me.” I looked in his eyes while he spoke the words.
“I’m starting to realize that, but Edward it still scares me sometimes.”
“You are either going to trust me Bella or you’re not. It’s all or nothing.” The intensity that was in Edward’s eyes left no doubt in my mind that he wasn’t talking about my orgasm on the dance floor. The conversation had returned to my earlier evasion and I had to look away from his forceful stare.
“I trust you,” I said looking down at my half eaten breakfast.
“I know you do, and I will wait until you are ready. Just don’t make me wait too long, I run out of patience sometimes.” I didn’t know what that meant. Was he telling me that he would dismiss me? I didn’t get to ask because he got to the point of the evening that I was trying hard not to think about.
“Is it safe for me to assume that caning is now a hard limit?”
“I…I don’t know.” I could feel my stomach turning as the image came to my mind.
“You don’t know? Bella you were so alarmed I had to carry you out.”
I didn’t know how to answer him, it wasn’t the caning itself, it was the sounds that went along with it. But there was no way in hell I was going to be able to take part in anything that had those sounds attached to it. I closed my eyes trying to calm myself, wrapping my arms around my stomach as it became more unstable. It was like my mind had pressed repeat on the swish …thwack cd because that was all I could hear and my body trembled as the nausea overtook me.
“Bella…BELLA…Isabella!” I could feel the tears falling over my face as I heard Edward say my name. But I couldn’t answer him or remain sitting there.
“Oh my god…I’m going to sick.”
I ran into the bathroom slamming the door closed and making it to the toilet just in time. I stayed there with my head lying on my arm that was perched along the side of the bowl. The tears were streaming down my face as my body shook. Edward came in and went into his doctor role, using a cool cloth to wipe my forehead then laying it across the back of my neck. After a few minutes I opened my eyes to see him squatting next to me with a look of total alarm.
“Are you ill?” Yes I was, but not in the way he was asking about. As I sat up he handed me a glass of water and the cool liquid burned as it went down my throat.
“I’m fine…I just …I need a shower.” Yes that is what I needed to wash away all the revulsion.
Edward studied me for a few seconds, “go, I’ll clean up the kitchen.”
I was right, the hot water felt amazing, washing away all the bad dreams and uncertainties. As I dressed Edward came to my door holding a cup of apple juice, which I gladly accepted. He sat on the bed watching me gather my workout stuff together then pull my hair into a pony tail.
“I was thinking maybe we would go out to dinner tonight,” then he added, “that is, if you feel up to it.”
“I’m fine, where do you want to go?” I caught his eye in the mirror; he was still unconvinced of my wellbeing, which was obvious from his expression.
“Well, where ever you would like to go. This is on my brothers.” I turned quickly to look at him unsure I heard correctly. “Actually it’s on my father, but he got the cash from them.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed to put my shoes on. “Why is your dad giving you money from your brothers?”
Edward started to tell me about the bet, at least as much as he knew. It appears that they all picked a date that we would declare our love to each other. In fact, there are other events in our life that they picked dates for and are currently waiting to see who wins. To say I was stunned would have been an understatement, but nothing would have prepared me for the fact that Edward told me they picked all these dates the first Saturday we were all at Alice’s.
“That wasn’t even two days after we met!”
Edward pursed his lips and leaned towards me. “Actually Bella, it was three days…Thursday…Friday...Saturday,” he held out his fingers while listing the days with a huge grin on his face.
“Are you making fun of me?” I asked in mock anger.
“As a matter of fact I am, and what are you going to do about it?” I narrowed my eyes giving him my best ‘don’t piss me off’ look but that just made him laugh. I gasped standing to my feet with my hands on my hips with a ferocious glare. Edward laughed harder.
“Stop it baby, I can’t take it anymore,” he said continuing to laugh.
“I’m serious Edward!” I stamped my foot, but he wouldn’t stop laughing.
“I’m sorry baby, you’re just too cute!” He pulled on my hips so I was standing between his thighs.
“I wasn’t trying to be cute, I was going for mean and angry,” I told him running my fingers through his messy hair. His chin was perched on my chest with his head tilted up to look at me.
“I know, and I’m sure when you are really mad you’ll have me shaking in my shoes.” His head moved so the tip of his nose moved across my breasts sending little thrills through me as my nipples hardened.
“Stop that. I have to go or I won’t make my workout.”
“Mmm….stay. Come back to bed with me.” I had to admit the offer was tempting, but if I did that my whole schedule would be off.
“I would love to, but you see there is this guy who comes around a few days a week. He will be really upset if I don’t get my workouts in.”
“Is he bigger than me?” Edward looked up at me through his long lashes.
I laughed, “Sweetie, I don’t think there is anybody bigger then you…”
“Baby you say the sweetest things.”
I grinned down at him, “…he does have meaner eyes than you.”
He cocked his head to the side, “mean like they make you afraid?”
I leaned down to softly kiss his lips, “mean like…they make me wet” I whispered against his ear before pulling on the lobe with my teeth, causing him to groan.
“Bella…Gooo, get out of here before I rip off your clothes and tie you to my bed.”
I tisked, “promises, promises…”
Edwards’s hands moved down to squeeze my bottom. “Baby you should know by now, I never break a promise.” I got a hopeful happy feeling in my stomach that he just might mean he was going to tie me to the bed at that moment, but then he swatted my bottom before getting that wicked grin on his face.
“However, I have been known to propone them.” The disappointment must have shown on my face because he started laughing again.
I got a bottle of cold water, told Seth good-bye and walked out with Edward. He had an extra garage door opener that he wanted to give me so that I didn’t have to leave my car in the driveway. While he went to the passenger side to get it out of the cabinet I was putting my tote in the back seat on the driver’s side. He pointed the little black remote at the door and up it went. I watched as his eyes dropped down to the floor and his expression turned to puzzlement.
“Bella, you have a flat tire.”
“What?” I went over to the other side of the car to see the rear tire was completely flat. “Son of a Bitch! How the hell did that happen?”
We both stood there looking at it, like if we stared at it long enough it would magically inflate. I was already running behind, there was no way I was going to make my workout now. I finally came to my senses telling Edward I was going to call the auto club to come and change it and then Jake.
“Bella, I can change a tire.” Edward seemed insulted that I would suggest someone else coming out.
I explained my reasoning for calling Jake, “I only have that small spare dounut tire, so Jake is going to have to get me a new one.” My explanation still didn’t sit well with him - Men and their egos. Edward told me to take his car and he would change the tire then take the car to Jake’s shop so he could fix it. That way I would still get to the gym and make it to the center on time.
“Bella are you sure you feel up to going?” Edward asked while holding the door open for me. “You really didn’t get very much sleep and the morning as been … strenuous already.” I knew he was only asking out of concern and there was a part of me, a rather large part that wanted nothing more to stay home, but I couldn’t.
“I have to go Edward, its training week at the center and they are depending on me.” He sighed heavily and the look he was giving me was not making it any easier to leave. I forced myself to look away from his face so I could get into the car. Once I was in he leaned over to kiss me telling me to call him later and let him know where I wanted to eat at so he could make reservations, and I drove away.
Calling Jake was not a pleasant experience. I knew that he was going to be upset about the spare tire and I was right. He spent at least five minutes lecturing me about it being irresponsible to have a car for over a year and still only having a dounut for a spare. He was coming up with all kinds of scenarios that could have happened. I knew he was right but in all honesty it just wasn’t on my list of priorities.
By the time I got off the phone with Jake I was pulling into the fitness center. Working out sucked, it is not one of my favorite things to do in the first place. If that wasn’t bad enough, with every move I made the muscles in my thighs burned serving as a reminder of why I needed to be there. Then to make it worse, I had the feeling like someone was watching me. It was unnerving and I kept looking around to see who or what it was. By the end of the workout I was ready to get the hell out of there.
After taking a quick shower I started to dress in the little cubical but it’s hard to move in the small enclosed space besides that the floor was wet. Once my underwear was on, I moved out into the main part of the locker room to dry the ends of my hair and finish dressing. Sitting on the bench was the reason for my uneasiness. I had only seen her once before but there was no mistaking the tall strawberry blond, Tanya.
Fucking great…
She eyed me as I moved to plug in the hair dryer; her intent gaze on me making my anger flare.
“Do you want something?” I asked catching her gaze in the mirror.
“No. There is nothing you have that I want.” I didn’t miss the double meaning in her statement and frankly I didn’t believe her anyway. I knew damn well what I had that she wanted.
“I am surprised though, Edward doesn’t normally collar his flavor of the month.” I turned off the dryer yanking the plug out of the wall while she went on. “You do know that’s what you are right? Just something to pass his time with, I wouldn’t get too comfortable if I was you.”
I could feel the anger rising in my body.
Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?
“I thought you said you didn’t want anything I had?” I was trying to be diplomatic in my exasperation while I pulled my skirt up.
“He’s not yours for me to want. No, he can play with you and then he’ll eventually tire of your … limitations.” I didn’t know what she was talking about and frankly I wanted to smack the smirk off her face. I didn’t get to say anything because she expanded on her theory.
“I watched you freak out last night,” the smugness in her voice was infuriating, “do you seriously think Edward is going to keep you around when you can’t even take a simple caning…oh please honey do us all a favor…”
I listened as long as I could while I put all my stuff back in the bag, once my shoes were on I’d had enough. “You know Tanya, Edward dumped your lying ass two years ago, and as far as me getting comfortable, well I’ll think about that tonight while my legs are wrapped his body while he fucks me senseless in his bed. And it’s nice to know that you are so concerned about what I can or can’t take, but frankly it’s none of your fucking business. And don’t you ever call me honey again.”
Picking up my bag I went to leave and she grabbed a hold of my arm. I was glad I was wearing heels because I was closer to her height which made my stare more menacing. “Bitch if you want to keep that hand, you’d better get it the fuck off me.”
I pulled my arm from her grasp and then spun to leave; moving quickly passed another woman who was a few lockers down. I knew she had heard the exchange even though she tried to act oblivious, but I just didn’t care all I wanted to do was get out of there. By the time I got into Edward’s car I was so fucking mad I hit the steering wheel hurting the side of my hand. While I drove passed the gym, Tanya was standing in front of the building with another older woman who I didn’t know. She watched as I drove by but with the tinted windows I didn’t know if she knew it was me or not and in all honesty it didn’t matter.
By the time I got to the center both my hand and head was throbbing and the only thing I wanted to do was get some Tylenol and a bag of ice. But Carol stopped me as I walked by her office to ask how my weekend was. That reminded me of the gift cards that Garrett had given me, she seemed as pleased about that as I was.
I gave her a quick rundown of the weekend telling her a little about the cabin along with some of what we did. Then made my way back into the community room, stopping in the infirmary to get those Tylenol I so badly needed. I wasn’t aware that Carlisle was going to be there so when I came through the door and he was standing off to the side I jumped as my hand flew to my chest.
“Bella are you alright?” he chuckled at my reaction. “Did you need something?”
“Yes, I need my heart to settle down.”
“I’m sorry dear; I didn’t mean to alarm you.” Carlisle’s fatherly demeanor was coming through his tone.
“It’s alright, I wanted to get some Tylenol and I wasn’t expecting you to be in here.”
Moving to the cabinet he asked, “Do you have a headache?”
“Yes, and I hurt my hand.” I lifted it up to show him the swelling.
“Let me see it,” As he pushed on the tender part I winced. “How did you do this?” I didn’t want to tell him the whole story, so I lied, saying that I injured it during my workout. I don’t think he bought it because he raised one eyebrow drawing his finger across the red line where it had come into contact with the steering wheel.
“Bella it’s none of my business, but I would suggest you come up with a better story than that when you tell Edward.” I smiled innocently at him knowing full well if I did inform Edward it would be the truth. As I was leaving I felt like I had betrayed him in some way by lying.
“Carlisle,” he glanced at me, “I was angry and frustrated so I hit the steering wheel.” He smiled nodding once in understanding.
There was a lot of commotion going on in the community room; the sounds of talking, laughing, and children playing could be heard out in the hallway. When I walked in I took inventory of the women and my heart soared as my eyes settled on Sally. She was sitting with two of the others looking at the notebook that contained the work schedule. With the sight of her the pain in my hand was all but forgotten.
“Hey ladies, how was your weekend?” I asked the group, but my question was directed towards one in particular woman.
“Oh, it was interesting.” Dana always so outspoken answered, while Sally turned around to look at me as I approached.
“You looked surprised to see me Bella?”
Was I that obvious? I didn’t want to lie to her, but I also didn’t want her to think that I doubted her either. I choose the truth, telling that I was pleasantly surprised to see her.
“She almost left,” Dana added placing an arm around her shoulder. I wasn’t sure if Sally wanted to talk about this in front of everyone, but it appeared they were all already aware of it.
“What stopped you?” I asked taking the seat across the table from them.
“It was Joey.” I looked over at the four year old boy playing video games, then back to his mother waiting to hear the story.
“He was playing with Zachary, and he wanted the toy that Zach was playing with. Instead of asking for it or waiting his turn, he hit him.” The tears were forming in her eyes, “my son called Zach a bitch and hit him…” I could feel the tears forming in my own eyes as her tears rolled down her face. “…I don’t want my son to end up like his father, or my daughter to end up like me. I won’t do that to them.”
Tammy handed out tissues to each us, “You would have been proud of us Bella, we held an intervention and Sally decided she’s staying, for the sake of her children.” I looked to Sally her eyes met mine while she wiped her nose.
“My kids are the only thing I have Bella. They are the only thing good he ever gave me.” I smiled at the conviction in her voice.
“That’s not true girl…” I couldn’t believe Dana’s statement and I wondered why she would say that, but I should have had more faith in her. “…you have all of us, and the best thing he’s ever going to give you is a divorce!”
We all laughed and while I sat there with those women of whom I share a common bond I felt like a hypocrite. I spent countless hours trying to get them to believe in themselves, to understand that they didn’t deserve any of the indignity that was cast upon them. Yet there I sat after years of preaching, suffering from the same affliction. The fear, self loathing, shame and guilt were as real to me in that moment as it had ever been.
I didn’t know how I was going to get up enough courage to face the fear of all my uncertainties, but I knew I was going to have to. I wasn’t going to be able to continue pretending that everything was behind me very much longer. All of the things that I had pushed down were now rising to the surface threatening to burst out. The fear of that event was so powerful that I prayed to a god I didn’t believe in that I would have the strength to survive the storm.
After the dream that left me worshiping the porcelain god, no matter what I did I couldn’t go back to sleep. Whenever I felt close to drifting off those sounds would invade my mind and I tossed and turned. Not even able to let the security I felt from Edward’s presence quiet me. Finally at five-thirty I couldn’t take it anymore.
While I walked to the dresser to get one of Edward’s t-shirts – I really needed to bring some clothes into his room – my calves and inner thighs ached making me groan. It was the kind of ache that reminded me that I had had been thoroughly tucked, shucked, and fucked.
“Where you going babe?” Edward’s voice didn’t startle me but I was surprised he was awake. Then again with how restless I had been for the last two hours, I can’t imagine he got much sleep.
“I’m going downstairs to make coffee.” I didn’t think that was a good enough explanation so I added, “I can’t sleep and I don’t want to keep disturbing you.”
“Hmm…come here,” he held his hand out and it was impossible to not accept the invitation. Once I was back in his arms he kissed my forehead.
“Are you alright?”
Was I alright? I didn’t know, but how do I tell him that the woman he loves is some kind of crazy bitch that lets a simple sound unnerve her.
“I’m fine, I just can’t sleep.”
“Do you want me to get up with you?”
“No. You go back to sleep, I’ll be fine.” Edward sighed but relented and after another kiss he released his hold on me, and reluctantly I went downstairs with Seth on my heels.
After starting the much needed coffee I worked on unpacking the bags from the weekend. Throwing a load of wash in the machine before sitting on the couch with a cup of hot coffee and the book I had started yesterday. After a few chapters I was beginning to understand the concepts she was trying to get across. It was a discipline of the mind to achieve the ultimate goal of living your life to the fullest. Reaching into the depths of your psyche to find that inner voice that she calls god, but I would call a conscience, and allowing that to rid yourself of guilt, fear, and doubt. Once those things can be overcome then you use the god inside you, by use of abhyas or constant repetition, to experience the joy of this life.
By the time I had finished my fourth cup of coffee it was a little after seven and Edward was coming down the stairs. I watched him as he moved towards me, his hair was messy and all he had on was a pair of green flannel pajama bottoms, leaving me to ogle at the sight of his bare chest, which of course he caught me doing, that fact was obvious by the smirk on his face.
He sat on the couch pulling my feet into his lap, rubbing them while he talked. “What’s up Babe?”
I shook my head not ready to start talking about it yet, that would encompass a full explanation of the attack that occurred in my kitchen and at that moment I just wasn’t prepared to do that. So I evaded the question.
“Nothing, coffee is ready in the kitchen, do you want me to get you some?” Edward narrowed his eyes at me, but didn’t push the issue. I suppose giving me time to figure it out in my own mind first.
“No, I’ll get it in a minute.” He scrutinized my face then added, “You didn’t sleep very well.”
My eyes went to the book in my hand while I confessed, “I had a dream.” Edward waited for me to elaborate and I was growing uncomfortable under his dissecting gaze. “Can we not talk about it now… I’m just not ready.”
The last part came out in a hush and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I felt so weak and lost from the fear of the guilt. I knew I shouldn’t feel responsible or shame, I tell that to the women at the center all the time, but saying it and living it are two entirely different things.
At that moment I just wanted to crawl back into the cocoon that I had created for myself. The one where I could pretend that nothing had ever happened, and that I was that strong independent woman who deserved to be loved; who could live a normal life with someone sharing in all the joys or sorrows that come along it.
The problem was that the cocoon had been opened and there was no going back inside. I was going to have to face the reality that I could never be normal. That for the rest of my life I would have to carry the burden of making poor decisions. Of being afraid of what people would think of me and knowing that everything about my life was substandard.
Peeking up at Edward through my tear filled eyes; I didn’t want him to know that about me. When I saw myself through his eyes I was who I pretend to be and a whole lot more. I wasn’t ready to shatter his perception of me yet, I just wanted to hold on to it for a little bit longer.
“You know Bella; there is nothing so bad that would change my love for you.”
I wanted so badly to believe him, but I just couldn’t see how that could be. Once he saw how weak I truly was, that I couldn’t even protect myself in my own home. That I allowed myself to be degraded in the worse possible way, I couldn’t find it in me to forgive and love myself. How could he possibly do it? No, it was easier to pretend and that’s what I was going to do.
“I’m alright Edward, I’m just tired.” Edward sighed heavily.
“You’re a terrible liar Bella, but I’ll let it go for now. Come on, let’s go eat some breakfast.” I wasn’t hungry, but I knew I had to eat something, so I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. Wincing as the movement once again caused my thighs to ache.
“Muscles sore?” I nodded at his observation
“Just a little...” I confessed. “…I guess I don’t use those muscles very often.”
“Well, we shall see about rectifying that.” Edward grinned then chuckled at the blush that took over my face.
I knew it was outlandish but there is just something about being ass fucked that brings a whole new level of intimacy to the relationship. It’s like Eve taking a bite out of the forbidden fruit. You feel wicked just thinking about it, corrupt because you take pleasure in it, and completely depraved because you can’t wait to sink your teeth into it again.
I didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts because Seth’s sad brown eyes were looking at me with that ‘come on mom I got to pee’ stare, and Edwards’s stomach growled making me laugh as we walked into the kitchen. He went straight to the refrigerator while I let the dog out and then switched the washed clothes into the dryer.
“I was thinking poached eggs,” he said, holding up the carton. I agreed with him, so while he started the water I made the toast and a fresh pot of coffee. When we sat down to eat, he placed two Tylenol in front me, which I gratefully took and he started talking.
“You didn’t have any problem with the modified approach? I mean you seemed to fall right into it." I agreed with him, and Edward said that whenever we are around others during our usual that is the way we would conduct ourselves.
“Do you have any questions about that?” he asked taking a drink of coffee.
“No. But can I ask you something?” He looked at me expectantly, so I continued, “What did you give Emmett?” I could see him thinking and I couldn’t understand what the dilemma was.
“That is their personal business Bella. Rose was in a funk, and Emmett wanted to make sure she could relax on the ride home, he wanted some extra restraint for her.” I guess he wasn’t going to tell me exactly what he gave him.
“Oh…she was feeling better; at least I think she was by then.” I reflected.
Edward stopped eating to look at me. “She talked about it?”
I nodded, “yes, and on Saturday she told us what happened to her in Chicago.” That news seemed to surprise him.
“While you were having your tea party?”
“Tea party?” I laughed at his question.
He shrugged at my inquiry, “what else would you call it? I’m just surprised to find out what women talk about over tea.”
“You should hear what we talk about over a bottle of wine.” I smirked while I swallowed the bite of food.
Edward grew serious, “I don’t think I want to know.” I was looking down at my plate while I made my next confession.
“I was just surprised you left him in the room, I was kind of self-conscious being on my knees in my waiting position.” He placed his hand under my chin for me to look at him.
“I would never have let anyone in that would pass judgment on your place at that moment.” I knew that but I didn’t get to reply because Edward asked me, “were you too self-conscious? Uncomfortably so?” I answered him as honestly as I could.
“No, not really. Well at first, but then I just figured I could trust you so it was alright.”
Edward’s eyes scanned my face, I don’t know what he was looking for or what he found, but he went on.
“Then how self-conscious were you on the dance floor?” I had to stop mid chew as the memory came back to me. I could feel my face heat up and the moisture starting to pool between my thighs. Edward chuckled as I told him exactly how I felt, scared, excited, and satisfied. Then a thought occurred to me.
“Did you know you were going to have me do that?” The expression on his face became one of explicit resolve.
“It was part of the plan that was your reward.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I was kind of ticked; I think that’s something I should have been informed of. However Edward didn’t agree because he got a little ticked himself.
“What would you have liked me to have said? Oh by the way Bella, I’m going to have you orgasm in the middle of a crowded room. You wouldn’t have let go of your inhibitions enough to trust me and enjoy the experience, besides I told you it was your reward.” He was right of course, I would have been so nervous; there was no way I would have done it. Then it dawned on me what he was saying.
“My reward?”
“Yes. You said you wanted to do some exhibitionism.” Edward smirked.
I did want to, but that’s not exactly what I had in mind. He continued to explain his reasoning. “Bella, I can’t very well act out that fantasy you have of being restrained and teased in front of people if you have difficulty having an orgasm in a semi-private moment. It’s all a building process, and that was your first step.” I thought about that and he was right again.
“Then thank you, because I enjoyed my reward.” Edward grinned with a quick nod of his head. I figured I would confess, “I couldn’t have held it off any longer. With you singing, your hands on me, and BFF buzzing away, ah…it was inevitable.”
“Bella why are we calling the C-Grip BFF?” he asked with a chuckle. “Not that it matters, you can name some toys, but at least Big Blue made sense.” He chuckled once more but I countered his question with one of my own.
“Why is it called a C-Grip?” I asked with raised eyes and smugness in my tone.
Edward looked at me incredulously, “I believe because it grips the clitoris.”
My face fell, “Oh.” I hadn’t thought of that. He was still staring at me waiting. “Well…I thought the C was for cunt, and that’s a vile word.” I looked in his eyes pleading, “Please don’t ever call me that, or use that word to me?”
“I won’t.” He said it with such conviction, that I knew he wouldn’t.
I went on to explain my reasoning for the name change as best I could remember from my lust induced haze of yesterday’s ride home, ending with saying. “I think every woman needs a BFF, it should be mandatory government issued!”
Edward burst out laughing. “That good?”
I giggled confirming my theory with a nod, “Uh-huh!”
“Well at any rate, I’m glad you let go and experienced it. I might also add that you did very well and I was proud of you.”
“Once I figured out what you wanted me to do and that it was alright to let go, I knew that you wouldn’t let me fall or make a spectacle of myself…” Edward interrupted me.
“Anything I ask of you I will be there to help you through it or watch you enjoy it. You never have to stand on your own; you can, and should, always depend on me.” I looked in his eyes while he spoke the words.
“I’m starting to realize that, but Edward it still scares me sometimes.”
“You are either going to trust me Bella or you’re not. It’s all or nothing.” The intensity that was in Edward’s eyes left no doubt in my mind that he wasn’t talking about my orgasm on the dance floor. The conversation had returned to my earlier evasion and I had to look away from his forceful stare.
“I trust you,” I said looking down at my half eaten breakfast.
“I know you do, and I will wait until you are ready. Just don’t make me wait too long, I run out of patience sometimes.” I didn’t know what that meant. Was he telling me that he would dismiss me? I didn’t get to ask because he got to the point of the evening that I was trying hard not to think about.
“Is it safe for me to assume that caning is now a hard limit?”
“I…I don’t know.” I could feel my stomach turning as the image came to my mind.
“You don’t know? Bella you were so alarmed I had to carry you out.”
I didn’t know how to answer him, it wasn’t the caning itself, it was the sounds that went along with it. But there was no way in hell I was going to be able to take part in anything that had those sounds attached to it. I closed my eyes trying to calm myself, wrapping my arms around my stomach as it became more unstable. It was like my mind had pressed repeat on the swish …thwack cd because that was all I could hear and my body trembled as the nausea overtook me.
“Bella…BELLA…Isabella!” I could feel the tears falling over my face as I heard Edward say my name. But I couldn’t answer him or remain sitting there.
“Oh my god…I’m going to sick.”
I ran into the bathroom slamming the door closed and making it to the toilet just in time. I stayed there with my head lying on my arm that was perched along the side of the bowl. The tears were streaming down my face as my body shook. Edward came in and went into his doctor role, using a cool cloth to wipe my forehead then laying it across the back of my neck. After a few minutes I opened my eyes to see him squatting next to me with a look of total alarm.
“Are you ill?” Yes I was, but not in the way he was asking about. As I sat up he handed me a glass of water and the cool liquid burned as it went down my throat.
“I’m fine…I just …I need a shower.” Yes that is what I needed to wash away all the revulsion.
Edward studied me for a few seconds, “go, I’ll clean up the kitchen.”
I was right, the hot water felt amazing, washing away all the bad dreams and uncertainties. As I dressed Edward came to my door holding a cup of apple juice, which I gladly accepted. He sat on the bed watching me gather my workout stuff together then pull my hair into a pony tail.
“I was thinking maybe we would go out to dinner tonight,” then he added, “that is, if you feel up to it.”
“I’m fine, where do you want to go?” I caught his eye in the mirror; he was still unconvinced of my wellbeing, which was obvious from his expression.
“Well, where ever you would like to go. This is on my brothers.” I turned quickly to look at him unsure I heard correctly. “Actually it’s on my father, but he got the cash from them.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed to put my shoes on. “Why is your dad giving you money from your brothers?”
Edward started to tell me about the bet, at least as much as he knew. It appears that they all picked a date that we would declare our love to each other. In fact, there are other events in our life that they picked dates for and are currently waiting to see who wins. To say I was stunned would have been an understatement, but nothing would have prepared me for the fact that Edward told me they picked all these dates the first Saturday we were all at Alice’s.
“That wasn’t even two days after we met!”
Edward pursed his lips and leaned towards me. “Actually Bella, it was three days…Thursday…Friday...Saturday,” he held out his fingers while listing the days with a huge grin on his face.
“Are you making fun of me?” I asked in mock anger.
“As a matter of fact I am, and what are you going to do about it?” I narrowed my eyes giving him my best ‘don’t piss me off’ look but that just made him laugh. I gasped standing to my feet with my hands on my hips with a ferocious glare. Edward laughed harder.
“Stop it baby, I can’t take it anymore,” he said continuing to laugh.
“I’m serious Edward!” I stamped my foot, but he wouldn’t stop laughing.
“I’m sorry baby, you’re just too cute!” He pulled on my hips so I was standing between his thighs.
“I wasn’t trying to be cute, I was going for mean and angry,” I told him running my fingers through his messy hair. His chin was perched on my chest with his head tilted up to look at me.
“I know, and I’m sure when you are really mad you’ll have me shaking in my shoes.” His head moved so the tip of his nose moved across my breasts sending little thrills through me as my nipples hardened.
“Stop that. I have to go or I won’t make my workout.”
“Mmm….stay. Come back to bed with me.” I had to admit the offer was tempting, but if I did that my whole schedule would be off.
“I would love to, but you see there is this guy who comes around a few days a week. He will be really upset if I don’t get my workouts in.”
“Is he bigger than me?” Edward looked up at me through his long lashes.
I laughed, “Sweetie, I don’t think there is anybody bigger then you…”
“Baby you say the sweetest things.”
I grinned down at him, “…he does have meaner eyes than you.”
He cocked his head to the side, “mean like they make you afraid?”
I leaned down to softly kiss his lips, “mean like…they make me wet” I whispered against his ear before pulling on the lobe with my teeth, causing him to groan.
“Bella…Gooo, get out of here before I rip off your clothes and tie you to my bed.”
I tisked, “promises, promises…”
Edwards’s hands moved down to squeeze my bottom. “Baby you should know by now, I never break a promise.” I got a hopeful happy feeling in my stomach that he just might mean he was going to tie me to the bed at that moment, but then he swatted my bottom before getting that wicked grin on his face.
“However, I have been known to propone them.” The disappointment must have shown on my face because he started laughing again.
I got a bottle of cold water, told Seth good-bye and walked out with Edward. He had an extra garage door opener that he wanted to give me so that I didn’t have to leave my car in the driveway. While he went to the passenger side to get it out of the cabinet I was putting my tote in the back seat on the driver’s side. He pointed the little black remote at the door and up it went. I watched as his eyes dropped down to the floor and his expression turned to puzzlement.
“Bella, you have a flat tire.”
“What?” I went over to the other side of the car to see the rear tire was completely flat. “Son of a Bitch! How the hell did that happen?”
We both stood there looking at it, like if we stared at it long enough it would magically inflate. I was already running behind, there was no way I was going to make my workout now. I finally came to my senses telling Edward I was going to call the auto club to come and change it and then Jake.
“Bella, I can change a tire.” Edward seemed insulted that I would suggest someone else coming out.
I explained my reasoning for calling Jake, “I only have that small spare dounut tire, so Jake is going to have to get me a new one.” My explanation still didn’t sit well with him - Men and their egos. Edward told me to take his car and he would change the tire then take the car to Jake’s shop so he could fix it. That way I would still get to the gym and make it to the center on time.
“Bella are you sure you feel up to going?” Edward asked while holding the door open for me. “You really didn’t get very much sleep and the morning as been … strenuous already.” I knew he was only asking out of concern and there was a part of me, a rather large part that wanted nothing more to stay home, but I couldn’t.
“I have to go Edward, its training week at the center and they are depending on me.” He sighed heavily and the look he was giving me was not making it any easier to leave. I forced myself to look away from his face so I could get into the car. Once I was in he leaned over to kiss me telling me to call him later and let him know where I wanted to eat at so he could make reservations, and I drove away.
Calling Jake was not a pleasant experience. I knew that he was going to be upset about the spare tire and I was right. He spent at least five minutes lecturing me about it being irresponsible to have a car for over a year and still only having a dounut for a spare. He was coming up with all kinds of scenarios that could have happened. I knew he was right but in all honesty it just wasn’t on my list of priorities.
By the time I got off the phone with Jake I was pulling into the fitness center. Working out sucked, it is not one of my favorite things to do in the first place. If that wasn’t bad enough, with every move I made the muscles in my thighs burned serving as a reminder of why I needed to be there. Then to make it worse, I had the feeling like someone was watching me. It was unnerving and I kept looking around to see who or what it was. By the end of the workout I was ready to get the hell out of there.
After taking a quick shower I started to dress in the little cubical but it’s hard to move in the small enclosed space besides that the floor was wet. Once my underwear was on, I moved out into the main part of the locker room to dry the ends of my hair and finish dressing. Sitting on the bench was the reason for my uneasiness. I had only seen her once before but there was no mistaking the tall strawberry blond, Tanya.
Fucking great…
She eyed me as I moved to plug in the hair dryer; her intent gaze on me making my anger flare.
“Do you want something?” I asked catching her gaze in the mirror.
“No. There is nothing you have that I want.” I didn’t miss the double meaning in her statement and frankly I didn’t believe her anyway. I knew damn well what I had that she wanted.
“I am surprised though, Edward doesn’t normally collar his flavor of the month.” I turned off the dryer yanking the plug out of the wall while she went on. “You do know that’s what you are right? Just something to pass his time with, I wouldn’t get too comfortable if I was you.”
I could feel the anger rising in my body.
Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?
“I thought you said you didn’t want anything I had?” I was trying to be diplomatic in my exasperation while I pulled my skirt up.
“He’s not yours for me to want. No, he can play with you and then he’ll eventually tire of your … limitations.” I didn’t know what she was talking about and frankly I wanted to smack the smirk off her face. I didn’t get to say anything because she expanded on her theory.
“I watched you freak out last night,” the smugness in her voice was infuriating, “do you seriously think Edward is going to keep you around when you can’t even take a simple caning…oh please honey do us all a favor…”
I listened as long as I could while I put all my stuff back in the bag, once my shoes were on I’d had enough. “You know Tanya, Edward dumped your lying ass two years ago, and as far as me getting comfortable, well I’ll think about that tonight while my legs are wrapped his body while he fucks me senseless in his bed. And it’s nice to know that you are so concerned about what I can or can’t take, but frankly it’s none of your fucking business. And don’t you ever call me honey again.”
Picking up my bag I went to leave and she grabbed a hold of my arm. I was glad I was wearing heels because I was closer to her height which made my stare more menacing. “Bitch if you want to keep that hand, you’d better get it the fuck off me.”
I pulled my arm from her grasp and then spun to leave; moving quickly passed another woman who was a few lockers down. I knew she had heard the exchange even though she tried to act oblivious, but I just didn’t care all I wanted to do was get out of there. By the time I got into Edward’s car I was so fucking mad I hit the steering wheel hurting the side of my hand. While I drove passed the gym, Tanya was standing in front of the building with another older woman who I didn’t know. She watched as I drove by but with the tinted windows I didn’t know if she knew it was me or not and in all honesty it didn’t matter.
By the time I got to the center both my hand and head was throbbing and the only thing I wanted to do was get some Tylenol and a bag of ice. But Carol stopped me as I walked by her office to ask how my weekend was. That reminded me of the gift cards that Garrett had given me, she seemed as pleased about that as I was.
I gave her a quick rundown of the weekend telling her a little about the cabin along with some of what we did. Then made my way back into the community room, stopping in the infirmary to get those Tylenol I so badly needed. I wasn’t aware that Carlisle was going to be there so when I came through the door and he was standing off to the side I jumped as my hand flew to my chest.
“Bella are you alright?” he chuckled at my reaction. “Did you need something?”
“Yes, I need my heart to settle down.”
“I’m sorry dear; I didn’t mean to alarm you.” Carlisle’s fatherly demeanor was coming through his tone.
“It’s alright, I wanted to get some Tylenol and I wasn’t expecting you to be in here.”
Moving to the cabinet he asked, “Do you have a headache?”
“Yes, and I hurt my hand.” I lifted it up to show him the swelling.
“Let me see it,” As he pushed on the tender part I winced. “How did you do this?” I didn’t want to tell him the whole story, so I lied, saying that I injured it during my workout. I don’t think he bought it because he raised one eyebrow drawing his finger across the red line where it had come into contact with the steering wheel.
“Bella it’s none of my business, but I would suggest you come up with a better story than that when you tell Edward.” I smiled innocently at him knowing full well if I did inform Edward it would be the truth. As I was leaving I felt like I had betrayed him in some way by lying.
“Carlisle,” he glanced at me, “I was angry and frustrated so I hit the steering wheel.” He smiled nodding once in understanding.
There was a lot of commotion going on in the community room; the sounds of talking, laughing, and children playing could be heard out in the hallway. When I walked in I took inventory of the women and my heart soared as my eyes settled on Sally. She was sitting with two of the others looking at the notebook that contained the work schedule. With the sight of her the pain in my hand was all but forgotten.
“Hey ladies, how was your weekend?” I asked the group, but my question was directed towards one in particular woman.
“Oh, it was interesting.” Dana always so outspoken answered, while Sally turned around to look at me as I approached.
“You looked surprised to see me Bella?”
Was I that obvious? I didn’t want to lie to her, but I also didn’t want her to think that I doubted her either. I choose the truth, telling that I was pleasantly surprised to see her.
“She almost left,” Dana added placing an arm around her shoulder. I wasn’t sure if Sally wanted to talk about this in front of everyone, but it appeared they were all already aware of it.
“What stopped you?” I asked taking the seat across the table from them.
“It was Joey.” I looked over at the four year old boy playing video games, then back to his mother waiting to hear the story.
“He was playing with Zachary, and he wanted the toy that Zach was playing with. Instead of asking for it or waiting his turn, he hit him.” The tears were forming in her eyes, “my son called Zach a bitch and hit him…” I could feel the tears forming in my own eyes as her tears rolled down her face. “…I don’t want my son to end up like his father, or my daughter to end up like me. I won’t do that to them.”
Tammy handed out tissues to each us, “You would have been proud of us Bella, we held an intervention and Sally decided she’s staying, for the sake of her children.” I looked to Sally her eyes met mine while she wiped her nose.
“My kids are the only thing I have Bella. They are the only thing good he ever gave me.” I smiled at the conviction in her voice.
“That’s not true girl…” I couldn’t believe Dana’s statement and I wondered why she would say that, but I should have had more faith in her. “…you have all of us, and the best thing he’s ever going to give you is a divorce!”
We all laughed and while I sat there with those women of whom I share a common bond I felt like a hypocrite. I spent countless hours trying to get them to believe in themselves, to understand that they didn’t deserve any of the indignity that was cast upon them. Yet there I sat after years of preaching, suffering from the same affliction. The fear, self loathing, shame and guilt were as real to me in that moment as it had ever been.
I didn’t know how I was going to get up enough courage to face the fear of all my uncertainties, but I knew I was going to have to. I wasn’t going to be able to continue pretending that everything was behind me very much longer. All of the things that I had pushed down were now rising to the surface threatening to burst out. The fear of that event was so powerful that I prayed to a god I didn’t believe in that I would have the strength to survive the storm.
Chapter 35
BPOV
I am not going to cry…I am not going to cry.
Please don’t let me cry.
I was begging Edward with my eyes to get me out of there. When we came upstairs I was reeling from the orgasm I had on the dance floor. I had felt very self-conscious of letting my release occur in front of so many people. I would have equated the deed to popping a squat right there in the middle of the floor, something no self-respecting decent girl would do.
The problem was BFF was buzzing around my girlie bits like crazy and I tried to name the states. I had gotten to Indiana when I realized there was no way it was going to work. There was just too much stimulation occurring at the same time for me to fight it.
Edward had me molded to his body with his hand tucked under the material of my dress sending tingles down my spine. The aroma of his skin was assaulting my brain. With each breath I took all I could smell was the heady masculinity that purely belonged to him. The look in his eyes was dark and dangerous, making my resolve weak and my body yearn for the delight he had promised.
My breathing was heavy, my body was humming with sensations, and Edward’s lips were a fraction of an inch away from mine. He was singing that song to me but I couldn’t pay attention to what he was saying. Because his lips were so close to mine that as he formed the words they would connect for the briefest of fleeting moments.
I was going to lose the fight; there was no way I was going to be able to hold out. I tried to say yellow but Edward shhh’d me, he wanted me to let go. My eyes left his for a momentary glance around the room, and I noticed that many curious eyes were watching us. I’m sure they were very inquisitive as to what was going on and I felt a little depraved having them observe us at such an intimate moment, but that feeling didn’t last long.
Edward’s hand moved down over my bottom pulling me incredibly closer to him and the heated stiffness of Little Eddie pushed up against my lower belly. My eyes went back to his and I knew right then I was done for. I was slightly worried about people hearing me, or my inability to remain upright while my body hummed but when Edward said:
“It’s alright baby, I’ve got you. Nothing is going to happen. Just try to be as quiet as you can. Now Cum Isabella.”
I did.
I trusted him not to let me fall or to be embarrassed and my faith in him was once again confirmed. Edward held me tightly as his mouth absorbed the moans and whimpers that escaped my throat. The orgasm felt so good and for some reason that I didn’t understand the fact that we were in public was an added euphoric experience. The kind of experience that I was looking forward to having again, because although I felt licentious I also felt very satisfied. There was something about being in a room teaming with people - yet having the deep intimate connection with Edward that was… blissful.
I was glad that Edward had me lower my eyes while we left the dance area. I didn’t want to see anyone’s reaction to what had just happened; maybe there was no reaction at all. I was doing what my Master had requested in a place where that is considered normal behavior.
Coming upstairs the whole atmosphere changed. The room was darker with the majority of the lighting coming from the stage area. Edward had maneuvered us into the middle of the room center stage. I still had my eyes down so I couldn’t see everything that was going on.
Edward stood behind me with one hand on my hip and the other wrapped around my waist. When he told me to look up there was a man who looked to be around thirty, he was average in stature with short blond curly hair. The woman who was with him was his height and slightly chunky. I wouldn’t say she was overweight, just full figured, with short blond hair that was tapered very close to her neck.
The man took her hands securing them to restraints high above her head and Edward told me that this was a punishment scene. They were going to act a punishment. I was interested in watching it because I had asked him a few days ago if it is violent. He told me it was ritualistic like every other part of this lifestyle. I was also interested because I notice the canes leaning against the table.
I had never seen a caning; Edward hadn’t used them on me yet, other than to tap my knees while giving me directions. The Dom addressed those watching but he never turned to look at us directly as he started talking.
“Slave, I believe you know why we are here. Your behavior has been a disappointment to me, are you prepared to accept your punishment?”
“Yes Sir.” She didn’t hesitate.
“We will begin with ten warm ups, count them,” he announced while he moved to pick up one of the canes. He pulled his arm back waist high and the cane made a swish through the air landing on the lower part of her right cheek with a thwack.
Holy Shit!
The sound alone made me jump. As he moved his hand back again I gasped and the sound of the wooden rod hitting her flesh caused me to jump again.
Oh My God!
It’s the sound; I’ve heard that sound before. I closed my eyes trying to block the image, but that was worse because all I heard was the swish and the thwack and my jaw locked while a sound vibrated in my throat.
Swish …Thwack ….
Oh Fuck - I hate that sound!
I spun as quickly as I could to look at Edward. I needed to get out there. I couldn’t listen to that sound anymore. Edward’s eyes were searching mine and the sound from the canning pulsated through me once again.
Swish …Thwack ….
I was going to beg him to get me out of there, but Edward’s hand held my chin as the tears started forming in my eyes. I think I started shaking with the next strike and I couldn’t move. I was frozen by a fear of the memory of that sound that I just couldn’t place.
What the fuck is it?
I couldn’t focus on anything except the swish of air and the sound of flesh being battered. Edward’s firm voice finally broke through and I realized he was still gazing in my eyes.
“Isabella.”
I somehow found my voice, “Master please?”
“Shhhh…Let’s go.” He took hold of my arm, but I could not move, I was paralyzed with fear and I could feel the contents of my stomach churning.
Oh God, please don’t let me throw up.
“Come Isabella, put your arms around my neck.” He took my hands draping them on his shoulders, and lifted me off the floor so my chest was flushed with his. My face was buried in his neck and I found strength in the familiarity of his scent and the soothing calmness of his voice.
“Shhh…I’ve got you baby. Nothing is going to hurt you.”
I wasn’t sure where we were going; I knew we didn’t go downstairs. But I didn’t hear the wretched sounds any longer either. Edward stopped walking and it took a few minutes for me to peek my one eye open to see that we were in that little bar area between the two rooms. I could feel myself calming down, the fear was dissolving along with the queasiness and before I moved I took one more deep breath of Edward’s scent.
I could feel the floor under my feet and Edward’s hand running through my hair that hung over my shoulder. When I looked at him his eyes were full of concern.
“Sorry…” I wanted to say more but he stopped me shaking his head.
“Let’s go downstairs, relax with a glass of wine and then we’ll go home.” That sounded like a great idea except for one little detail.
“Is it over? Do we have to go back in there?”
“Ahhh…the perks of knowing the management, we’ll take the elevator,” Edward smiled taking his keys out.
I didn’t know there was an elevator.
But sure enough, out in the little hallway hidden behind a door was a small utility elevator. Edward said that it was used mostly to get supplies up and down but there are a few members who cannot do stairs. In my mind I pictured an old man in a wheelchair with a flogger in one hand and an oxygen mask in the other, the thought made me snigger.
“Something funny?”
I told Edward what I had thought of and he laughed tilting my chin to kiss me. I let out a small sigh as BFF came back to life and Edward pinned me up against the wall as we made our descent. His one hand holding both of mine over my head while his other hand squeezed my bare bottom under the dress. The ordeal of what happened upstairs was all but forgotten in the haze of lust that cursed through me.
I didn’t realize we had stopped until Edward pulled back taking my bottom lip with him. “Ahhh…Isabella what am I going to do with you?” I knew he wasn’t expecting an answer but my mouth spoke before my brain could give it permission.
“Anything you’d like to.”
Edward’s eyes narrowed making the pulsations that were going on inside me from BFF all the more potent and I sighed out a moan.
“Ahhhh…”
At the sound of my delight Edward’s mouth was back on mine. My lips parted to give him access and our tongues moved together slow and deep. His hand snaked up under my dress and I thought he was going to remove BFF but he didn’t. Instead he pulled the arm away from my clit and replaced it with his fingers. He pulled his head back to look into my eyes.
“This one is at my hands Isabella.”
The sound of possession in his voice, along with my hands being pinned to the wall, left no doubt in my mind who was in control. Edward had staked his claim to my body and soul and I willingly gave them to him.
His thumb was moving over my clit with more pressure and I was rapidly coming undone. Edwards’s lips moved down my neck and I arched my back as his teeth pulled on my nipple through the dress, whimpering at the rush of warmth that was speeding through me.
“Let it go Isabella,” he growled out right before biting down on my nipple.
“Ohhh….Fuck!”
My body seized from the mixture of pleasure and pain and I couldn’t do anything but ride out the bliss that Edward had caused. My breathing was heavy while my body felt numb and weightless. He released my hands only to hold on to my hips which I presume was an effort to help steady me.
His eyes held mine and I watched as Edward brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked on it. I had to bite my lip to keep from making my complaint known - I wanted that. Edward must have seen it on my face because he grinned at me.
“Well, you are a greedy girl tonight aren’t you?” The smirk on his face was condescending and I rolled my eyes.
“Ah…Isabella, I would not do that if I was you.” He said taking a hold of my chin and bringing his lips to mine. My tongue sneaked a taste of myself off his lips. When he moved back the look in his eyes was very serious, making me feel the need to apologize.
“Your girl is sorry Master for her rude gesture.”
“Mmm…yes, if she does it again she will be very sorry.” Edward’s hand moved up my thigh sending tingles through me. His fingers spreading me open then pinching my clit between his finger and thumb making me audibly gasp.
“Oh yes Isabella, I like that sound, perhaps one night I shall do nothing but make you produce it over and over again. Hmmm…the possibilities are endless.” He said the last few words in a quiet hush against my lips right before he snapped BFF’s arm back in place over my clit.
While I fixed my dress Edward turned the key and when the door opened we were in a stockroom. As we walked through, a guy addressed Edward as Mr. Cullen asking if he knew where some kind of sanitizer could be found. He had an accent but because my eyes were down I couldn’t see his face.
“Laurent,” Edward greeted him and then informed him where he could find the item. Without an introduction we walked out into the populated club area. I would have thought that he’d move us to the VIP section but he didn’t. Instead choosing to stand along the back wall of the main room where the dance floor was.
Edward stood with me in front of him, his left hand on my hip while he we listened to the music. A waitress came over and he ordered a single white wine, I was slightly irritated when she called him ‘Sir’ and I wondered if she was one of his bimbo’s. But then I heard her refer to others as Sir or Madam, so I figured it was out of courtesy and not familiarity.
I could feel his body strengthen behind me as his hand moved from my hip up to my waist pulling me closer to him. “Relax Isabella.” He spoke the words next to my ear; I closed my eyes letting my forehead rest in the nap of his neck with my cheek against his shoulder.
“Are you tired my pet?” He spoke the words quietly, and then placed a sideways kiss on my forehead.
“No Master your girl is fine,” that response seemed to shock him.
“No? You had a busy day and with all the extra energy you expelled on the dance floor and in the elevator, I would think you would be tired.” I could feel the heat in my face as I realized what he was alluding to; I tucked my chin down biting my lip in an attempt to hide my embarrassment.
Edward chuckled, “I can feel you blushing love.” As he said the words his right hand slowly moved up through the area between my breasts. I could feel my nipples peak when his wrist softly grazed over it before lifting my chin up. He used the outside of his thumb to trace the full line of my jaw then down my neck to outline his collar, finally holding the blue pearl pendant between his thumb and finger.
“You make me very proud Isabella.” I looked up into his warm genuine eyes and knew that he meant what he said. Edward’s thumb moved back up to cup my chin placing a soft kiss on my mouth. When he pulled back his eyes never left mine while he placed something between my lips. I opened my mouth to accept what he was giving me, smiling as I realized what it was – chocolate… sweet, silky, decadent …chocolate – “Mmmmm…”
“Ah…Isabella, another sound I like to hear from you.” Then his lips were on mine again soft and gentle.
While we were having our little exchange the waitress was back with his wine, she stood there in her short black skirt and white button down shirt, waiting. Edward straightened his head with a smile then turned his attention to the girl.
“Excuse me Sir, I have your beverage.” She took it off the tray handing it to him then added, “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
Throughout the exchange the girl spoke only with Edward without even taking a second glance in my direction. I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not but it didn’t really matter because Edward politely dismissed her.
“No Angela, thank you; that will be all.” She smiled with a kind of curtsy then walked away.
Edward held the glass to my lips for me to take a sip. The dry white wine mixed with the sweet chocolate created the most amazing flavor on my tongue. The noise I made must have been louder than I thought because Edward grinned with a little twinkle in his eye. “I thought you might like that.”
“Very much, thank you Master.” He leaned over to kiss me once more before taking a small sip of the wine himself and then handing me the glass. “You finish it Isabella.”
From the corner of my eye I could see someone approaching us. Edward stood a little straighter and for a second I worried it was someone who was going to cause a problem. But my worries were laid to rest when I heard the voice.
“Edward, would it be alright for Isabella to sit with Jane for a few minutes while you assist me in the office?” Aro asked.
“Of course,” Edward touched my chin then pointed Jane out sitting alone at a table on the opposite wall. “You may speak freely, but be a good girl and remember who you belong to.” I was going to answer him but he patted my bottom sending me on my way.
I could feel all the eyes on me. Not just Edward’s on my back, but everyone in the room seemed to be focused in on my movements. I didn’t look around; I kept my back and chin straight and my eyes on Jane who greeted me with a smile and a hug as I sat down next to her.
“How are you Bella?” she asked taking my hand.
“I’m well.” Jane eyed me speculatively like she didn’t believe me. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, this girl just heard that you seemed upset upstairs and she wondered if you were alright?” How the heck did she hear that? I took a quick glance around the room, not stopping to look at anyone in particular just taking in a general response.
“They are like a bunch of gossiping old woman aren’t they?” To my surprise Jane giggled making me giggle with her.
“Oh Bella, you have no idea.” Placing a hand on my arm she leaned in to speak in a hushed tone “Word travels around here faster than the speed of light.”
I leaned in closer, to anyone else it might have appeared to be an intimate exchange and maybe that wasn’t the best thing, but I didn’t care. “What did they say?”
Jane sat up straight with a look of apprehension on her face, like she was debating what she wanted to tell me. “Oh my, well the gist of it was that something had upset you and Edward needed to carry you out in order to remove you.”
“Well Jane, that’s the truth. He did need to carry me, because I couldn’t move.” I took a sip of wine debating about asking Jane what I wanted to know, she must have seen the tentativeness on my face because she spoke before I came to a decision.
“Bella, you can ask this girl anything, she will always tell you the truth.” I looked in her eyes and knew she meant it.
“Ed…,” I caught myself remembering who and where I was. “My Master...” I stopped for a split second as the words left my mouth, it was the first time I had referred to Edward as ‘Master’ to anyone and I marveled how natural it sounded, so I started again.
“Master had said that it is possible to safe word during a punishment. After seeing and hearing the punishment scene …Why would anyone let that happen? I mean why would they go through with it if they didn’t have to?” That was the best way I could sum up what I wanted to know. Jane pursed her lips the tilted her head before she spoke.
“The first thing you have to realize is that what occurred upstairs was not a real punishment. It was a scene they were playing. With a real punishment there is always frank discussion to make the submissive aware of what they did that was displeasing. What their behavior caused their dominant to feel and how they can avoid the behavior in the future. This is all done so the submissive can learn and grow.” She took a sip of her drink before looking at me with a pointed expression.
“Now with that said, there are many reasons why the submissive allows the punishment to continue. Why did you allow it?”
I was surprised by her question; my punishment didn’t include being tied to a pole and beaten with a cane, and I told that to her.
“But in reality it is the same thing Bella, the punishment may vary but the reasoning remains the same. So, why did you allow Edward to mark your foot and then walk around with it for …is it gone yet?”
I grinned at her. “Yes it was gone last night…thank god,” I added under my breath she snickered at me while I answered her question.
“I guess because I knew I had done something that I shouldn’t have and that he was justified in correcting me.”
“And now that it is over, how do you feel about the whole thing?” I thought about what she was asking and the first thing that came to my mind was… relief.
“I feel relieved, like it is behind me and I…and we can move forward.” Jane nodded in agreement.
“Exactly, that’s why a submissive accepts what is being done to them. First they have granted their permission, the rules are plainly stated, negotiated and agreed to, safe, sane, and consensual in all things. Then when an infraction occurs it becomes a sense of pride to accept the punishment with dignity and self-respect.
It becomes a sort of cleansing ritual of the soul so the submissive can forgive themselves because otherwise the guilt would just eat away at you. Then, when it’s over, closure occurs for both parties and like you said the relationship moves on stronger due to the mutual trust that has been amplified.” I took the last sip of wine while Jane narrowed her eyes I could tell she was deep in thought.
“It is a tool Bella, like any other means at Master’s disposal to bring about the desired effect that he wants from his slave. This girl accepts that because she knows that he would only do what he feels is necessary. He would never do anything to harm what he calls the most precious thing he owns, and his slave does not expect anything less.” We were both quiet for a minute before Jane once again touched my hand.
“Is that the reason you became upset, because you didn’t understand…?” I spoke before she could finish her sentence
“No. It wasn’t so much the act that was happening. It was the sounds…I don’t know why but it freaked me out.” Jane’s eyes left mine to look over my shoulder frowning slightly. When I turned to see what she was looking at a male voice that I thought I recognized stopped me.
“Ladies, if I may join you I will only take a second of your time.” Garret then spoke directly to me, “I asked Edward if it was alright to speak with you and he approved.”
I wasn’t sure what to do, Edward had given me permission to speak to Jane but he also told me I was not to speak to anyone else. My eyes searched the room looking for him, and finally I saw him standing with two other men pointing at some papers that he held in his hand. His eyes met mine for a brief second before he nodded his head once and motioned with his hand for me to continue.
During the time I was checking in with Edward, Garrett had sat down across from us and pulled a small envelope out of the inside pocket of his jacket. “Bella, I had heard through our mutual acquaintance that there was a fund-raiser being held next week.” I nodded hoping that he would not mention any names or personal information.
“She said it was a walk-a-thon and silent auction...,” I nodded again wondering what he was getting at. “…I thought I would contribute to the cause by giving two gift cards to The Grill to be used in the auction,” he handed me the envelope and then moved to stand.
“Thank you. That is very generous of you.”
Garrett looked into my eyes, “you’re welcome, you let me know if you ever need more. Now, if you ladies will excuse me I will take my leave before drawing attention from curious eyes.” I smirked at his statement.
“You are a bit too late for that; this girl always seems to draw attention from the oddest of people.”
“I’ll bet you do Bella,” he tipped his head again before leaving.
When I looked back to Jane she was eyeing the envelope just a curiously as I was. The two gift cards for Garret’s restaurant were in fifty dollar denominations.
“That was nice of him,” Jane stated.
I agreed, “yes, it was.”
When I looked up to find Edward again, he was watching me with a smile on his face, apparently he was pleased with how our exchange had gone. I thought maybe he would call me to him, but he didn’t, instead giving me the signal to continue.
I was beginning to understand how important the hand signals were. At first I thought it to be silly that Edward would motion with his hands to tell me to kneel when he was standing right in front of me. However, I had not taken into account that there would be situations such as this when actual words would be impractical.
“Jane do you sit here all night?” I was wondering about that, because it seemed like a long boring evening.
“Oh heavens no, usually this one would go into the back with Master to help him with whatever needs to be done. In fact, we should say our good-byes now because when Master comes out this one shall have to leave without a word being said.” I hugged her and she told me to give her a call sometime during the week maybe we could get together again, I told her my week was very busy but I would definitely call her.
“So Miss Bella, tell this one how the weekend went. Did you enjoy being at the cabin?” I wasn’t sure how she knew we went, but then I figured Edward or maybe Esme might have mentioned something to Aro.
“Yes I did, it’s beautiful there.” I scanned the room quickly looking to see if Edward was done yet, but I didn’t see him anywhere. Jane told me that he had just finished and was in the back with Aro, we had a few minutes left so I continued with my thoughts telling general information and a quick rundown of what we did.
“This one is most happy that you seem to be getting along with…,” Jane stopped talking, “Edward has come out of the back.”
Before I turned to see him, a thought occurred to me, “I should always sit facing out so I can watch, right?”
She smiled then winked, “These are all little things that you learn with time and correction from your Master, or in your case an experienced slave.”
I grinned at her once more before turning my head to look in Edward’s direction. It didn’t take him long to meet my eyes and motion for me to come to him. As I stood with the envelope from Garrett in my one hand, Jane took the other one giving it a small squeeze as a form of a silent good-bye, which I returned.
Edward was talking to a very tall shapely woman when I approached to present myself. I stood quietly waiting with my eyes fixed to the floor while they finished their conversation. They were talking about us watching some kind of show but I didn’t fully understand. It didn’t take long for Edward to acknowledge me.
“Isabella, I would like to introduce you to Zarfina, Zarfina this is my Isabella.” I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I was glad that she took it upon herself to speak first.
“It is very nice to finally meet you Isabella, I have heard much about you, but unlike some I choose to make my own conclusions.” I felt like she was giving me some kind of acceptance.
“Thank-you, and it is nice to meet you also.” She smiled warmly at me then returned her attention back to Edward.
“I would see no problem with your request Edward,” after she gave him the consent for whatever he had asked they said their good-byes and Edward ushered me out of the club.
Edward had just started the car when he turned to look at me. “You are going to have to hold this one until we get home.” I wasn’t exactly sure what he was talking about until BFF began to hum inside me. He distracted me by asking what Jane and I had spoken about and as I told him he listened intently, asking questions when he wanted clarification.
“What exactly was it about the sound Isabella?” I couldn’t exactly tell him at that moment because I didn’t know myself, but I didn’t want him to become agitated with my lack of response so I answered as honestly as I could.
“Master, your girl is unsure and she wishes she knew so she could understand it herself.” My answer seemed to pacify him and he let the subject drop.
I was surprised to see that we were already pulling into Edward’s garage. I was getting rather accustomed to dealing with the stimulating sensations and I was finding it easier to disassociate myself from them. Of course they weren’t lasting as long as they did on the ride home from the cabin nor did they seem as powerful, but still it was progress.
Edward held my door open giving me his hand to help me out and the thought came to my mind that I was also growing accustomed to being treated like a lady. Doors held open, being placed first, and being ushered through a room. These were all things that no one had ever done for me, and now they seemed to have become an expectation. I certainly didn’t want to take them for granted nor not let Edward know that I appreciated all the small gestures.
“Master, thank you.”
He eyed me while opening the front door to a very jubilant dog, “You’re welcome Isabella. But can I ask what you are thanking me for?”
I said it in the simplest form I could. “For treating your girl with the manners of a gentleman. Your girl finds she enjoys being treated like a lady.”
Edward smiled with that wicked grin he gets as he pulled me into his arms.
“Well Isabella you are a lady, a mighty fine one at that. Right now, this gentleman would like you to go upstairs and prepare yourself, so he can do very ungentlemanly-like things to your body.” The tone of his voice and the gleam in his eyes made my stomach tighten and my girly parts tingle. Before he let me go he added more instructions.
“Leave your hair as it is and BFF in place, everything else should be the usual. In fact...” He stopped talking and gave me the signal to kneel, which I immediately complied to before he called Seth to follow him. Edward returned from the kitchen alone, I heard him place something on the table behind me and then he was standing in front of me.
“Keep your eyes on the floor and raise your hands over your head.” As I did what he asked, he squatted down bringing his hands to the hem of my dress and ever so slowly peeled it off me as he once again came to a standing position. I could see the dress draped over his arm.
“There is not much to this dress is there?” I didn’t answer because I figured he was just talking out loud. “Was this very expensive Isabella?”
I wasn’t sure what he would call expensive, I had gotten in on sale but it still cost more than I normally would pay. Then I wondered why he was worrying about the cost. James always worried about that, and would fly off the handle if I bought anything new. Edward was quiet for a minute and I was starting to worry that he was going to be upset with what I spent, but he laid that fear to rest.
“I just wanted you to know that if it was expensive; it was worth every penny, because you looked absolutely spectacular in it.” I smiled slightly at his praise. “In fact, it’s a shame that you have worn it tonight because I will not be awarded seeing you in it for a long time. Perhaps I will have you vacuum in it.” I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling as I remembered the exchange with Leah and Jacob.
“But for now I find I prefer you the way you are, with nothing on at all. Ahhh…that’s not true is it? the shoes remain and of course BFF, but I believe there is something missing. So up you go.” He held his hand out for me to stand, once I was steady he pointed to the back of the couch.
“Lay your head on the cushion with your face towards me.” I placed my right cheek on the cushion and my hair fell down over the front of the couch. Edward used his fingers to smooth it out so it all laid flat and then stretched each of my arms along the top. My back was slightly arched with my breasts pointed down towards the floor. Edward placed his forearm flat on my back so the tips of his fingers laid in the crack between my cheeks. With his other hand he patted the inside of my thighs. “Spread them open Isabella,” when I did he ordered, “more.”
When I was as he wanted me Edward took a few steps away to appraise my position, “Oh yes, I believe this will work even better.” I didn’t answer; in all honesty I don’t think I could have. My heart was racing in my chest with anticipation, there was something carnal about him getting me set up that sent my libido into overdrive and I had to force myself to remain calm under his scrutinizing gaze.
I heard a small pop and then felt his slick fingers at my rear entrance working the lubrication around the tight opening. I focused all my attention on the feel of his fingers, relaxing myself so that Edward could have better access. One finger slipped inside; at least I thought it was a finger until he moved away from me, then I realized through my lust filled haze that it wasn’t.
“Stay like that, I will be back.”
I could hear his retreating footsteps but I couldn’t focus on very much because BFF choose that moment to come back to life and unlike in the car the intensity seemed stronger. I couldn’t help the shuddering moan that left my throat, nor the soft whimpers that continued to escape.
I didn’t hear Edward return so it startled me when he touched my back and started working the toy that was in my butt. I stifled my moans and in return received a swat on my right cheek that made me gasp out, “Ahhh!”
“Isabella I want to hear you. I told you before we left that I want my slut tonight, and that includes all the lustful noises and eventually the begging, and you will beg.”
If he wanted noises that would be easy to do, but the begging I wasn’t too sure of, of course at that moment I wasn’t very sure of anything. The only thing I knew for sure was that it felt really good but I wanted more.
“Ohhh...yesss…more…,” the words came out of my mouth in a breathy whisper. I had hoped he would pick up the pace or do something because the friction I was feeling just wasn’t enough.
“More what Isabella? Tell me.”
“Ahhh…more..more harder…bigger,” after a few more thrusts whatever was in my ass grew slightly wider and I let out a satisfied moan. “Mmmmmm….yeeessss…more..more!”
Every part of my focus was on the pleasure of the nerve endings in my ass. I was just starting to get the feeling of being filled, not full - just filled, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
“Isabella, what was the name you gave to the blue jeweled plug?”
What? What is asking me?
“I believe you called it Big Blue but you said it wasn’t very big. I was wondering what you consider big?”
My hips moved once to meet the movement of the toy or to try and gain some purchase of BFF against my clit, but Edward slapped me hard square on my left cheek.
“Hold still, you can make all the noises you want, but don’t you move. Now answer my question.”
It took me a second to remember what he asked and I panted out my answer. “Umm…you…”
Oh, please fuck me!
I was shocked and disappointed at the feeling of the toy leaving my ass and made my discontent known. “Ohhh…noooo…please, it felt so good…pleeeaaase …”
“And so the begging begins, let’s see how much my slut can beg.”
As he said the words I felt something hot at my rear entrance and for a second I tensed up until I realized it was not hot, it was cold, freezing cold. The frozen glass dildo slid into me, spreading me open further. I sucked in a breath and screamed out while I trembled. My head lifted off the couch while I cried out.
“Shhhiiittttt…shit …fuuuucck!”
It was the feeling of the cold against the warming liquid and the vibrations of BFF massaging that spot deep inside me as well as my clit. I was as close to full as I have ever been. It took every ounce of strength not to let my legs buckle and to relax the muscles in my ass as Edward not only moved the dildo in and out me, but rotated it as well. It really didn’t take long until I became accustomed to the feeling of fullness and I relaxed, resting my head back where it was.
Edward said I could voice myself as much as I wanted, so I did not filter anything that came out of my mouth. “Oh…fuck me...please…more...harder...fuck me harder…”
My ass moved back to meet the thrust and he slapped it once again.
“I said hold still!”
I figured if I couldn’t force him to give me the extra friction that I was craving I would beg for it.
“Master please …fuck me…fuck your slut…hard…” I couldn’t imagine what my pleading actually sounded like, but in all honesty I didn’t care just as long as I got what I needed.
“I am fucking you.”
Oh God. He wasn’t going to do it. That thought alone made me whine.
“Noooo…please...I need…your slut needs you...please…Master, fuck your sluts ass…”
I felt him move behind me and the dildo leave my body making me whimper at the loss. It seemed like everything happened in one swift movement. Edward’s dick replaced the dildo pushing its way inside me, while he wrapped his arm around my waist to lift my upper body. Once I was upright his hands gripped my thighs lifting my legs to rest over the couch so he could slide completely inside me.
“Ahhh…aung …fuuucck!!” I cried out as the feeling of his warm body replaced the coldness that was there. The feeling was overwhelming and I could have came from that pleasure alone. That was until he started moving and the fullness that I had been begging for overtook me.
“Oh,” Edward grunted in my ear, “Damn Isabella, so fucking tight…so fucking good!”
With my legs over the couch I could use the muscles in my thighs to move my ass and meet his thrusts. BFF seemed to be tucked tighter against my happy spots, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh mixed with our moans filling the room, was too much.
My hands wrapped around the back of his neck and I held on as my body spiraled into the deepest abyss. I don’t know what I said or if I said anything all. My body was a mass of tingling warmth as the lights flashed behind my eyelids. All I could do was hold on as best I could and ride out the gloriousness of my orgasm.
As I came down I heard Edward let out a loud groan. His face was buried in my neck and he screamed out my name and thrust one last time deep into my ass. His breathing was as heavy as my own while his body trembled.
“I fucking love you,” he said placing a kiss on my neck. My hand moved to cup his cheek and he turned his head to place a kiss on my palm as well.
I sat there with my legs over the couch and Edward’s dick in my ass until my body started to come down from the high and I started trembling from the coolness of the air. He gripped my waist slightly tighter and withdrew from my body; the growl that left his mouth matched my own at the loss of the connection.
With Edward completely gone from me I was trembling even more. “Come on baby we’ll take a bath.”
“Nooo…so tired…so cold…just sleep,” I shook my head.
I think he said something about it being quick and then he carried me upstairs. The warm water felt really good, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open and the last thing I remember was the feeling of the blankets surrounding me and the smell of a freshly washed Edward filling my senses.
I don’t know how long I slept soundly wrapped in Edward’s arms, but the twinkle of piercing blue eyes invaded my slumber, I didn’t want to see those eyes or hear the voice that went along with them. But my subconscious couldn’t allow me to forget.
I heard the swish and the thwack followed by the sting of the belt hitting my flesh over and over again.
Swish
Thwack
Sting
“No..No..No…!” I cried out at the sound of his voice.
“Slut! You want to be his slut? Never! Because you’re MINE!”
My eyes shot open and my body broke out into a cold sweat as I ran to the bathroom to throw up.
I am not going to cry…I am not going to cry.
Please don’t let me cry.
I was begging Edward with my eyes to get me out of there. When we came upstairs I was reeling from the orgasm I had on the dance floor. I had felt very self-conscious of letting my release occur in front of so many people. I would have equated the deed to popping a squat right there in the middle of the floor, something no self-respecting decent girl would do.
The problem was BFF was buzzing around my girlie bits like crazy and I tried to name the states. I had gotten to Indiana when I realized there was no way it was going to work. There was just too much stimulation occurring at the same time for me to fight it.
Edward had me molded to his body with his hand tucked under the material of my dress sending tingles down my spine. The aroma of his skin was assaulting my brain. With each breath I took all I could smell was the heady masculinity that purely belonged to him. The look in his eyes was dark and dangerous, making my resolve weak and my body yearn for the delight he had promised.
My breathing was heavy, my body was humming with sensations, and Edward’s lips were a fraction of an inch away from mine. He was singing that song to me but I couldn’t pay attention to what he was saying. Because his lips were so close to mine that as he formed the words they would connect for the briefest of fleeting moments.
I was going to lose the fight; there was no way I was going to be able to hold out. I tried to say yellow but Edward shhh’d me, he wanted me to let go. My eyes left his for a momentary glance around the room, and I noticed that many curious eyes were watching us. I’m sure they were very inquisitive as to what was going on and I felt a little depraved having them observe us at such an intimate moment, but that feeling didn’t last long.
Edward’s hand moved down over my bottom pulling me incredibly closer to him and the heated stiffness of Little Eddie pushed up against my lower belly. My eyes went back to his and I knew right then I was done for. I was slightly worried about people hearing me, or my inability to remain upright while my body hummed but when Edward said:
“It’s alright baby, I’ve got you. Nothing is going to happen. Just try to be as quiet as you can. Now Cum Isabella.”
I did.
I trusted him not to let me fall or to be embarrassed and my faith in him was once again confirmed. Edward held me tightly as his mouth absorbed the moans and whimpers that escaped my throat. The orgasm felt so good and for some reason that I didn’t understand the fact that we were in public was an added euphoric experience. The kind of experience that I was looking forward to having again, because although I felt licentious I also felt very satisfied. There was something about being in a room teaming with people - yet having the deep intimate connection with Edward that was… blissful.
I was glad that Edward had me lower my eyes while we left the dance area. I didn’t want to see anyone’s reaction to what had just happened; maybe there was no reaction at all. I was doing what my Master had requested in a place where that is considered normal behavior.
Coming upstairs the whole atmosphere changed. The room was darker with the majority of the lighting coming from the stage area. Edward had maneuvered us into the middle of the room center stage. I still had my eyes down so I couldn’t see everything that was going on.
Edward stood behind me with one hand on my hip and the other wrapped around my waist. When he told me to look up there was a man who looked to be around thirty, he was average in stature with short blond curly hair. The woman who was with him was his height and slightly chunky. I wouldn’t say she was overweight, just full figured, with short blond hair that was tapered very close to her neck.
The man took her hands securing them to restraints high above her head and Edward told me that this was a punishment scene. They were going to act a punishment. I was interested in watching it because I had asked him a few days ago if it is violent. He told me it was ritualistic like every other part of this lifestyle. I was also interested because I notice the canes leaning against the table.
I had never seen a caning; Edward hadn’t used them on me yet, other than to tap my knees while giving me directions. The Dom addressed those watching but he never turned to look at us directly as he started talking.
“Slave, I believe you know why we are here. Your behavior has been a disappointment to me, are you prepared to accept your punishment?”
“Yes Sir.” She didn’t hesitate.
“We will begin with ten warm ups, count them,” he announced while he moved to pick up one of the canes. He pulled his arm back waist high and the cane made a swish through the air landing on the lower part of her right cheek with a thwack.
Holy Shit!
The sound alone made me jump. As he moved his hand back again I gasped and the sound of the wooden rod hitting her flesh caused me to jump again.
Oh My God!
It’s the sound; I’ve heard that sound before. I closed my eyes trying to block the image, but that was worse because all I heard was the swish and the thwack and my jaw locked while a sound vibrated in my throat.
Swish …Thwack ….
Oh Fuck - I hate that sound!
I spun as quickly as I could to look at Edward. I needed to get out there. I couldn’t listen to that sound anymore. Edward’s eyes were searching mine and the sound from the canning pulsated through me once again.
Swish …Thwack ….
I was going to beg him to get me out of there, but Edward’s hand held my chin as the tears started forming in my eyes. I think I started shaking with the next strike and I couldn’t move. I was frozen by a fear of the memory of that sound that I just couldn’t place.
What the fuck is it?
I couldn’t focus on anything except the swish of air and the sound of flesh being battered. Edward’s firm voice finally broke through and I realized he was still gazing in my eyes.
“Isabella.”
I somehow found my voice, “Master please?”
“Shhhh…Let’s go.” He took hold of my arm, but I could not move, I was paralyzed with fear and I could feel the contents of my stomach churning.
Oh God, please don’t let me throw up.
“Come Isabella, put your arms around my neck.” He took my hands draping them on his shoulders, and lifted me off the floor so my chest was flushed with his. My face was buried in his neck and I found strength in the familiarity of his scent and the soothing calmness of his voice.
“Shhh…I’ve got you baby. Nothing is going to hurt you.”
I wasn’t sure where we were going; I knew we didn’t go downstairs. But I didn’t hear the wretched sounds any longer either. Edward stopped walking and it took a few minutes for me to peek my one eye open to see that we were in that little bar area between the two rooms. I could feel myself calming down, the fear was dissolving along with the queasiness and before I moved I took one more deep breath of Edward’s scent.
I could feel the floor under my feet and Edward’s hand running through my hair that hung over my shoulder. When I looked at him his eyes were full of concern.
“Sorry…” I wanted to say more but he stopped me shaking his head.
“Let’s go downstairs, relax with a glass of wine and then we’ll go home.” That sounded like a great idea except for one little detail.
“Is it over? Do we have to go back in there?”
“Ahhh…the perks of knowing the management, we’ll take the elevator,” Edward smiled taking his keys out.
I didn’t know there was an elevator.
But sure enough, out in the little hallway hidden behind a door was a small utility elevator. Edward said that it was used mostly to get supplies up and down but there are a few members who cannot do stairs. In my mind I pictured an old man in a wheelchair with a flogger in one hand and an oxygen mask in the other, the thought made me snigger.
“Something funny?”
I told Edward what I had thought of and he laughed tilting my chin to kiss me. I let out a small sigh as BFF came back to life and Edward pinned me up against the wall as we made our descent. His one hand holding both of mine over my head while his other hand squeezed my bare bottom under the dress. The ordeal of what happened upstairs was all but forgotten in the haze of lust that cursed through me.
I didn’t realize we had stopped until Edward pulled back taking my bottom lip with him. “Ahhh…Isabella what am I going to do with you?” I knew he wasn’t expecting an answer but my mouth spoke before my brain could give it permission.
“Anything you’d like to.”
Edward’s eyes narrowed making the pulsations that were going on inside me from BFF all the more potent and I sighed out a moan.
“Ahhhh…”
At the sound of my delight Edward’s mouth was back on mine. My lips parted to give him access and our tongues moved together slow and deep. His hand snaked up under my dress and I thought he was going to remove BFF but he didn’t. Instead he pulled the arm away from my clit and replaced it with his fingers. He pulled his head back to look into my eyes.
“This one is at my hands Isabella.”
The sound of possession in his voice, along with my hands being pinned to the wall, left no doubt in my mind who was in control. Edward had staked his claim to my body and soul and I willingly gave them to him.
His thumb was moving over my clit with more pressure and I was rapidly coming undone. Edwards’s lips moved down my neck and I arched my back as his teeth pulled on my nipple through the dress, whimpering at the rush of warmth that was speeding through me.
“Let it go Isabella,” he growled out right before biting down on my nipple.
“Ohhh….Fuck!”
My body seized from the mixture of pleasure and pain and I couldn’t do anything but ride out the bliss that Edward had caused. My breathing was heavy while my body felt numb and weightless. He released my hands only to hold on to my hips which I presume was an effort to help steady me.
His eyes held mine and I watched as Edward brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked on it. I had to bite my lip to keep from making my complaint known - I wanted that. Edward must have seen it on my face because he grinned at me.
“Well, you are a greedy girl tonight aren’t you?” The smirk on his face was condescending and I rolled my eyes.
“Ah…Isabella, I would not do that if I was you.” He said taking a hold of my chin and bringing his lips to mine. My tongue sneaked a taste of myself off his lips. When he moved back the look in his eyes was very serious, making me feel the need to apologize.
“Your girl is sorry Master for her rude gesture.”
“Mmm…yes, if she does it again she will be very sorry.” Edward’s hand moved up my thigh sending tingles through me. His fingers spreading me open then pinching my clit between his finger and thumb making me audibly gasp.
“Oh yes Isabella, I like that sound, perhaps one night I shall do nothing but make you produce it over and over again. Hmmm…the possibilities are endless.” He said the last few words in a quiet hush against my lips right before he snapped BFF’s arm back in place over my clit.
While I fixed my dress Edward turned the key and when the door opened we were in a stockroom. As we walked through, a guy addressed Edward as Mr. Cullen asking if he knew where some kind of sanitizer could be found. He had an accent but because my eyes were down I couldn’t see his face.
“Laurent,” Edward greeted him and then informed him where he could find the item. Without an introduction we walked out into the populated club area. I would have thought that he’d move us to the VIP section but he didn’t. Instead choosing to stand along the back wall of the main room where the dance floor was.
Edward stood with me in front of him, his left hand on my hip while he we listened to the music. A waitress came over and he ordered a single white wine, I was slightly irritated when she called him ‘Sir’ and I wondered if she was one of his bimbo’s. But then I heard her refer to others as Sir or Madam, so I figured it was out of courtesy and not familiarity.
I could feel his body strengthen behind me as his hand moved from my hip up to my waist pulling me closer to him. “Relax Isabella.” He spoke the words next to my ear; I closed my eyes letting my forehead rest in the nap of his neck with my cheek against his shoulder.
“Are you tired my pet?” He spoke the words quietly, and then placed a sideways kiss on my forehead.
“No Master your girl is fine,” that response seemed to shock him.
“No? You had a busy day and with all the extra energy you expelled on the dance floor and in the elevator, I would think you would be tired.” I could feel the heat in my face as I realized what he was alluding to; I tucked my chin down biting my lip in an attempt to hide my embarrassment.
Edward chuckled, “I can feel you blushing love.” As he said the words his right hand slowly moved up through the area between my breasts. I could feel my nipples peak when his wrist softly grazed over it before lifting my chin up. He used the outside of his thumb to trace the full line of my jaw then down my neck to outline his collar, finally holding the blue pearl pendant between his thumb and finger.
“You make me very proud Isabella.” I looked up into his warm genuine eyes and knew that he meant what he said. Edward’s thumb moved back up to cup my chin placing a soft kiss on my mouth. When he pulled back his eyes never left mine while he placed something between my lips. I opened my mouth to accept what he was giving me, smiling as I realized what it was – chocolate… sweet, silky, decadent …chocolate – “Mmmmm…”
“Ah…Isabella, another sound I like to hear from you.” Then his lips were on mine again soft and gentle.
While we were having our little exchange the waitress was back with his wine, she stood there in her short black skirt and white button down shirt, waiting. Edward straightened his head with a smile then turned his attention to the girl.
“Excuse me Sir, I have your beverage.” She took it off the tray handing it to him then added, “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
Throughout the exchange the girl spoke only with Edward without even taking a second glance in my direction. I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not but it didn’t really matter because Edward politely dismissed her.
“No Angela, thank you; that will be all.” She smiled with a kind of curtsy then walked away.
Edward held the glass to my lips for me to take a sip. The dry white wine mixed with the sweet chocolate created the most amazing flavor on my tongue. The noise I made must have been louder than I thought because Edward grinned with a little twinkle in his eye. “I thought you might like that.”
“Very much, thank you Master.” He leaned over to kiss me once more before taking a small sip of the wine himself and then handing me the glass. “You finish it Isabella.”
From the corner of my eye I could see someone approaching us. Edward stood a little straighter and for a second I worried it was someone who was going to cause a problem. But my worries were laid to rest when I heard the voice.
“Edward, would it be alright for Isabella to sit with Jane for a few minutes while you assist me in the office?” Aro asked.
“Of course,” Edward touched my chin then pointed Jane out sitting alone at a table on the opposite wall. “You may speak freely, but be a good girl and remember who you belong to.” I was going to answer him but he patted my bottom sending me on my way.
I could feel all the eyes on me. Not just Edward’s on my back, but everyone in the room seemed to be focused in on my movements. I didn’t look around; I kept my back and chin straight and my eyes on Jane who greeted me with a smile and a hug as I sat down next to her.
“How are you Bella?” she asked taking my hand.
“I’m well.” Jane eyed me speculatively like she didn’t believe me. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, this girl just heard that you seemed upset upstairs and she wondered if you were alright?” How the heck did she hear that? I took a quick glance around the room, not stopping to look at anyone in particular just taking in a general response.
“They are like a bunch of gossiping old woman aren’t they?” To my surprise Jane giggled making me giggle with her.
“Oh Bella, you have no idea.” Placing a hand on my arm she leaned in to speak in a hushed tone “Word travels around here faster than the speed of light.”
I leaned in closer, to anyone else it might have appeared to be an intimate exchange and maybe that wasn’t the best thing, but I didn’t care. “What did they say?”
Jane sat up straight with a look of apprehension on her face, like she was debating what she wanted to tell me. “Oh my, well the gist of it was that something had upset you and Edward needed to carry you out in order to remove you.”
“Well Jane, that’s the truth. He did need to carry me, because I couldn’t move.” I took a sip of wine debating about asking Jane what I wanted to know, she must have seen the tentativeness on my face because she spoke before I came to a decision.
“Bella, you can ask this girl anything, she will always tell you the truth.” I looked in her eyes and knew she meant it.
“Ed…,” I caught myself remembering who and where I was. “My Master...” I stopped for a split second as the words left my mouth, it was the first time I had referred to Edward as ‘Master’ to anyone and I marveled how natural it sounded, so I started again.
“Master had said that it is possible to safe word during a punishment. After seeing and hearing the punishment scene …Why would anyone let that happen? I mean why would they go through with it if they didn’t have to?” That was the best way I could sum up what I wanted to know. Jane pursed her lips the tilted her head before she spoke.
“The first thing you have to realize is that what occurred upstairs was not a real punishment. It was a scene they were playing. With a real punishment there is always frank discussion to make the submissive aware of what they did that was displeasing. What their behavior caused their dominant to feel and how they can avoid the behavior in the future. This is all done so the submissive can learn and grow.” She took a sip of her drink before looking at me with a pointed expression.
“Now with that said, there are many reasons why the submissive allows the punishment to continue. Why did you allow it?”
I was surprised by her question; my punishment didn’t include being tied to a pole and beaten with a cane, and I told that to her.
“But in reality it is the same thing Bella, the punishment may vary but the reasoning remains the same. So, why did you allow Edward to mark your foot and then walk around with it for …is it gone yet?”
I grinned at her. “Yes it was gone last night…thank god,” I added under my breath she snickered at me while I answered her question.
“I guess because I knew I had done something that I shouldn’t have and that he was justified in correcting me.”
“And now that it is over, how do you feel about the whole thing?” I thought about what she was asking and the first thing that came to my mind was… relief.
“I feel relieved, like it is behind me and I…and we can move forward.” Jane nodded in agreement.
“Exactly, that’s why a submissive accepts what is being done to them. First they have granted their permission, the rules are plainly stated, negotiated and agreed to, safe, sane, and consensual in all things. Then when an infraction occurs it becomes a sense of pride to accept the punishment with dignity and self-respect.
It becomes a sort of cleansing ritual of the soul so the submissive can forgive themselves because otherwise the guilt would just eat away at you. Then, when it’s over, closure occurs for both parties and like you said the relationship moves on stronger due to the mutual trust that has been amplified.” I took the last sip of wine while Jane narrowed her eyes I could tell she was deep in thought.
“It is a tool Bella, like any other means at Master’s disposal to bring about the desired effect that he wants from his slave. This girl accepts that because she knows that he would only do what he feels is necessary. He would never do anything to harm what he calls the most precious thing he owns, and his slave does not expect anything less.” We were both quiet for a minute before Jane once again touched my hand.
“Is that the reason you became upset, because you didn’t understand…?” I spoke before she could finish her sentence
“No. It wasn’t so much the act that was happening. It was the sounds…I don’t know why but it freaked me out.” Jane’s eyes left mine to look over my shoulder frowning slightly. When I turned to see what she was looking at a male voice that I thought I recognized stopped me.
“Ladies, if I may join you I will only take a second of your time.” Garret then spoke directly to me, “I asked Edward if it was alright to speak with you and he approved.”
I wasn’t sure what to do, Edward had given me permission to speak to Jane but he also told me I was not to speak to anyone else. My eyes searched the room looking for him, and finally I saw him standing with two other men pointing at some papers that he held in his hand. His eyes met mine for a brief second before he nodded his head once and motioned with his hand for me to continue.
During the time I was checking in with Edward, Garrett had sat down across from us and pulled a small envelope out of the inside pocket of his jacket. “Bella, I had heard through our mutual acquaintance that there was a fund-raiser being held next week.” I nodded hoping that he would not mention any names or personal information.
“She said it was a walk-a-thon and silent auction...,” I nodded again wondering what he was getting at. “…I thought I would contribute to the cause by giving two gift cards to The Grill to be used in the auction,” he handed me the envelope and then moved to stand.
“Thank you. That is very generous of you.”
Garrett looked into my eyes, “you’re welcome, you let me know if you ever need more. Now, if you ladies will excuse me I will take my leave before drawing attention from curious eyes.” I smirked at his statement.
“You are a bit too late for that; this girl always seems to draw attention from the oddest of people.”
“I’ll bet you do Bella,” he tipped his head again before leaving.
When I looked back to Jane she was eyeing the envelope just a curiously as I was. The two gift cards for Garret’s restaurant were in fifty dollar denominations.
“That was nice of him,” Jane stated.
I agreed, “yes, it was.”
When I looked up to find Edward again, he was watching me with a smile on his face, apparently he was pleased with how our exchange had gone. I thought maybe he would call me to him, but he didn’t, instead giving me the signal to continue.
I was beginning to understand how important the hand signals were. At first I thought it to be silly that Edward would motion with his hands to tell me to kneel when he was standing right in front of me. However, I had not taken into account that there would be situations such as this when actual words would be impractical.
“Jane do you sit here all night?” I was wondering about that, because it seemed like a long boring evening.
“Oh heavens no, usually this one would go into the back with Master to help him with whatever needs to be done. In fact, we should say our good-byes now because when Master comes out this one shall have to leave without a word being said.” I hugged her and she told me to give her a call sometime during the week maybe we could get together again, I told her my week was very busy but I would definitely call her.
“So Miss Bella, tell this one how the weekend went. Did you enjoy being at the cabin?” I wasn’t sure how she knew we went, but then I figured Edward or maybe Esme might have mentioned something to Aro.
“Yes I did, it’s beautiful there.” I scanned the room quickly looking to see if Edward was done yet, but I didn’t see him anywhere. Jane told me that he had just finished and was in the back with Aro, we had a few minutes left so I continued with my thoughts telling general information and a quick rundown of what we did.
“This one is most happy that you seem to be getting along with…,” Jane stopped talking, “Edward has come out of the back.”
Before I turned to see him, a thought occurred to me, “I should always sit facing out so I can watch, right?”
She smiled then winked, “These are all little things that you learn with time and correction from your Master, or in your case an experienced slave.”
I grinned at her once more before turning my head to look in Edward’s direction. It didn’t take him long to meet my eyes and motion for me to come to him. As I stood with the envelope from Garrett in my one hand, Jane took the other one giving it a small squeeze as a form of a silent good-bye, which I returned.
Edward was talking to a very tall shapely woman when I approached to present myself. I stood quietly waiting with my eyes fixed to the floor while they finished their conversation. They were talking about us watching some kind of show but I didn’t fully understand. It didn’t take long for Edward to acknowledge me.
“Isabella, I would like to introduce you to Zarfina, Zarfina this is my Isabella.” I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I was glad that she took it upon herself to speak first.
“It is very nice to finally meet you Isabella, I have heard much about you, but unlike some I choose to make my own conclusions.” I felt like she was giving me some kind of acceptance.
“Thank-you, and it is nice to meet you also.” She smiled warmly at me then returned her attention back to Edward.
“I would see no problem with your request Edward,” after she gave him the consent for whatever he had asked they said their good-byes and Edward ushered me out of the club.
Edward had just started the car when he turned to look at me. “You are going to have to hold this one until we get home.” I wasn’t exactly sure what he was talking about until BFF began to hum inside me. He distracted me by asking what Jane and I had spoken about and as I told him he listened intently, asking questions when he wanted clarification.
“What exactly was it about the sound Isabella?” I couldn’t exactly tell him at that moment because I didn’t know myself, but I didn’t want him to become agitated with my lack of response so I answered as honestly as I could.
“Master, your girl is unsure and she wishes she knew so she could understand it herself.” My answer seemed to pacify him and he let the subject drop.
I was surprised to see that we were already pulling into Edward’s garage. I was getting rather accustomed to dealing with the stimulating sensations and I was finding it easier to disassociate myself from them. Of course they weren’t lasting as long as they did on the ride home from the cabin nor did they seem as powerful, but still it was progress.
Edward held my door open giving me his hand to help me out and the thought came to my mind that I was also growing accustomed to being treated like a lady. Doors held open, being placed first, and being ushered through a room. These were all things that no one had ever done for me, and now they seemed to have become an expectation. I certainly didn’t want to take them for granted nor not let Edward know that I appreciated all the small gestures.
“Master, thank you.”
He eyed me while opening the front door to a very jubilant dog, “You’re welcome Isabella. But can I ask what you are thanking me for?”
I said it in the simplest form I could. “For treating your girl with the manners of a gentleman. Your girl finds she enjoys being treated like a lady.”
Edward smiled with that wicked grin he gets as he pulled me into his arms.
“Well Isabella you are a lady, a mighty fine one at that. Right now, this gentleman would like you to go upstairs and prepare yourself, so he can do very ungentlemanly-like things to your body.” The tone of his voice and the gleam in his eyes made my stomach tighten and my girly parts tingle. Before he let me go he added more instructions.
“Leave your hair as it is and BFF in place, everything else should be the usual. In fact...” He stopped talking and gave me the signal to kneel, which I immediately complied to before he called Seth to follow him. Edward returned from the kitchen alone, I heard him place something on the table behind me and then he was standing in front of me.
“Keep your eyes on the floor and raise your hands over your head.” As I did what he asked, he squatted down bringing his hands to the hem of my dress and ever so slowly peeled it off me as he once again came to a standing position. I could see the dress draped over his arm.
“There is not much to this dress is there?” I didn’t answer because I figured he was just talking out loud. “Was this very expensive Isabella?”
I wasn’t sure what he would call expensive, I had gotten in on sale but it still cost more than I normally would pay. Then I wondered why he was worrying about the cost. James always worried about that, and would fly off the handle if I bought anything new. Edward was quiet for a minute and I was starting to worry that he was going to be upset with what I spent, but he laid that fear to rest.
“I just wanted you to know that if it was expensive; it was worth every penny, because you looked absolutely spectacular in it.” I smiled slightly at his praise. “In fact, it’s a shame that you have worn it tonight because I will not be awarded seeing you in it for a long time. Perhaps I will have you vacuum in it.” I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling as I remembered the exchange with Leah and Jacob.
“But for now I find I prefer you the way you are, with nothing on at all. Ahhh…that’s not true is it? the shoes remain and of course BFF, but I believe there is something missing. So up you go.” He held his hand out for me to stand, once I was steady he pointed to the back of the couch.
“Lay your head on the cushion with your face towards me.” I placed my right cheek on the cushion and my hair fell down over the front of the couch. Edward used his fingers to smooth it out so it all laid flat and then stretched each of my arms along the top. My back was slightly arched with my breasts pointed down towards the floor. Edward placed his forearm flat on my back so the tips of his fingers laid in the crack between my cheeks. With his other hand he patted the inside of my thighs. “Spread them open Isabella,” when I did he ordered, “more.”
When I was as he wanted me Edward took a few steps away to appraise my position, “Oh yes, I believe this will work even better.” I didn’t answer; in all honesty I don’t think I could have. My heart was racing in my chest with anticipation, there was something carnal about him getting me set up that sent my libido into overdrive and I had to force myself to remain calm under his scrutinizing gaze.
I heard a small pop and then felt his slick fingers at my rear entrance working the lubrication around the tight opening. I focused all my attention on the feel of his fingers, relaxing myself so that Edward could have better access. One finger slipped inside; at least I thought it was a finger until he moved away from me, then I realized through my lust filled haze that it wasn’t.
“Stay like that, I will be back.”
I could hear his retreating footsteps but I couldn’t focus on very much because BFF choose that moment to come back to life and unlike in the car the intensity seemed stronger. I couldn’t help the shuddering moan that left my throat, nor the soft whimpers that continued to escape.
I didn’t hear Edward return so it startled me when he touched my back and started working the toy that was in my butt. I stifled my moans and in return received a swat on my right cheek that made me gasp out, “Ahhh!”
“Isabella I want to hear you. I told you before we left that I want my slut tonight, and that includes all the lustful noises and eventually the begging, and you will beg.”
If he wanted noises that would be easy to do, but the begging I wasn’t too sure of, of course at that moment I wasn’t very sure of anything. The only thing I knew for sure was that it felt really good but I wanted more.
“Ohhh...yesss…more…,” the words came out of my mouth in a breathy whisper. I had hoped he would pick up the pace or do something because the friction I was feeling just wasn’t enough.
“More what Isabella? Tell me.”
“Ahhh…more..more harder…bigger,” after a few more thrusts whatever was in my ass grew slightly wider and I let out a satisfied moan. “Mmmmmm….yeeessss…more..more!”
Every part of my focus was on the pleasure of the nerve endings in my ass. I was just starting to get the feeling of being filled, not full - just filled, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
“Isabella, what was the name you gave to the blue jeweled plug?”
What? What is asking me?
“I believe you called it Big Blue but you said it wasn’t very big. I was wondering what you consider big?”
My hips moved once to meet the movement of the toy or to try and gain some purchase of BFF against my clit, but Edward slapped me hard square on my left cheek.
“Hold still, you can make all the noises you want, but don’t you move. Now answer my question.”
It took me a second to remember what he asked and I panted out my answer. “Umm…you…”
Oh, please fuck me!
I was shocked and disappointed at the feeling of the toy leaving my ass and made my discontent known. “Ohhh…noooo…please, it felt so good…pleeeaaase …”
“And so the begging begins, let’s see how much my slut can beg.”
As he said the words I felt something hot at my rear entrance and for a second I tensed up until I realized it was not hot, it was cold, freezing cold. The frozen glass dildo slid into me, spreading me open further. I sucked in a breath and screamed out while I trembled. My head lifted off the couch while I cried out.
“Shhhiiittttt…shit …fuuuucck!”
It was the feeling of the cold against the warming liquid and the vibrations of BFF massaging that spot deep inside me as well as my clit. I was as close to full as I have ever been. It took every ounce of strength not to let my legs buckle and to relax the muscles in my ass as Edward not only moved the dildo in and out me, but rotated it as well. It really didn’t take long until I became accustomed to the feeling of fullness and I relaxed, resting my head back where it was.
Edward said I could voice myself as much as I wanted, so I did not filter anything that came out of my mouth. “Oh…fuck me...please…more...harder...fuck me harder…”
My ass moved back to meet the thrust and he slapped it once again.
“I said hold still!”
I figured if I couldn’t force him to give me the extra friction that I was craving I would beg for it.
“Master please …fuck me…fuck your slut…hard…” I couldn’t imagine what my pleading actually sounded like, but in all honesty I didn’t care just as long as I got what I needed.
“I am fucking you.”
Oh God. He wasn’t going to do it. That thought alone made me whine.
“Noooo…please...I need…your slut needs you...please…Master, fuck your sluts ass…”
I felt him move behind me and the dildo leave my body making me whimper at the loss. It seemed like everything happened in one swift movement. Edward’s dick replaced the dildo pushing its way inside me, while he wrapped his arm around my waist to lift my upper body. Once I was upright his hands gripped my thighs lifting my legs to rest over the couch so he could slide completely inside me.
“Ahhh…aung …fuuucck!!” I cried out as the feeling of his warm body replaced the coldness that was there. The feeling was overwhelming and I could have came from that pleasure alone. That was until he started moving and the fullness that I had been begging for overtook me.
“Oh,” Edward grunted in my ear, “Damn Isabella, so fucking tight…so fucking good!”
With my legs over the couch I could use the muscles in my thighs to move my ass and meet his thrusts. BFF seemed to be tucked tighter against my happy spots, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh mixed with our moans filling the room, was too much.
My hands wrapped around the back of his neck and I held on as my body spiraled into the deepest abyss. I don’t know what I said or if I said anything all. My body was a mass of tingling warmth as the lights flashed behind my eyelids. All I could do was hold on as best I could and ride out the gloriousness of my orgasm.
As I came down I heard Edward let out a loud groan. His face was buried in my neck and he screamed out my name and thrust one last time deep into my ass. His breathing was as heavy as my own while his body trembled.
“I fucking love you,” he said placing a kiss on my neck. My hand moved to cup his cheek and he turned his head to place a kiss on my palm as well.
I sat there with my legs over the couch and Edward’s dick in my ass until my body started to come down from the high and I started trembling from the coolness of the air. He gripped my waist slightly tighter and withdrew from my body; the growl that left his mouth matched my own at the loss of the connection.
With Edward completely gone from me I was trembling even more. “Come on baby we’ll take a bath.”
“Nooo…so tired…so cold…just sleep,” I shook my head.
I think he said something about it being quick and then he carried me upstairs. The warm water felt really good, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open and the last thing I remember was the feeling of the blankets surrounding me and the smell of a freshly washed Edward filling my senses.
I don’t know how long I slept soundly wrapped in Edward’s arms, but the twinkle of piercing blue eyes invaded my slumber, I didn’t want to see those eyes or hear the voice that went along with them. But my subconscious couldn’t allow me to forget.
I heard the swish and the thwack followed by the sting of the belt hitting my flesh over and over again.
Swish
Thwack
Sting
“No..No..No…!” I cried out at the sound of his voice.
“Slut! You want to be his slut? Never! Because you’re MINE!”
My eyes shot open and my body broke out into a cold sweat as I ran to the bathroom to throw up.
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