Chapter 35 Edward's Song

I just discovered the true magic that my Kindle possesses. I am not one of those that reads the instructions and if I had…well, I probably would have known this months ago but since I didn’t…I discovered it by accident.

The reason I wrote this chapter the way it is was not to mimic any other authors scenes because we have seen this scene in SO MANY Fan fictions…

I wrote this chapter this way because I wanted to dare and try to see if I could describe Edward playing the piano while the song plays in the background…I admit it was harder than I thought it would be but I think I get as close as I can. I wrote the section and uploaded the song on my kindle and clicked play in the appropriate area and I will be damned if it didn’t play almost perfect. I have to warn you though...it all depends on how fast you read I guess…It wasn’t easy to write but if you want to read this chapter as I wrote it with the song playing you can still do it without a kindle by going to you tube or the Shhhhh…blog where the song is posted at the bottom of the playlist. 

Start the song at the point in the chapter with the arrows pointing at the words just as she says she hears him playing downstairs.

If you have an MP3 of a song such as the one I used in this chapter…You can load it on your Kindle and play the song in the background while you read the chapter. The song I selected for Edward’s song was one of the most beautifully written scores I had ever heard for a movie. In my opinion Twilight's original score has always been my favorite but this one damn near stole it away....but that’s just me…because we all know Carter Burwell RAWKS!

The Score is from the movie Remember Me. The composer is Marcelo Zavros and the song is Morning Montage you can find it on you tube…but I did one better and it is also posted on the Shhhhh…..Blogsite under the play list tab which has all the songs that inspired certain scenes in the story.

I just thought I would share my discovery in case anyone else didn’t know this and had a Kindle. Since so many writers use play lists for their chapters…Imagine the way you read a chapter now it is sort of cool... 

Try it...As Edward would say…It’s fucking beautiful.

Shhhhh…..

Chapter 35

Edward's Song

Isabella’s POV

I wake up entwined in silken sheets in a dark room facing the familiar picture window overlooking the city of New York. The lights from below cast a glow over the large room and I lift my head feeling aches in places that I had never felt before.

I sit up and stretch, wincing at the pain that racks my body yet again. I pull myself to the edge of the bed and stand up slowly making my way to the bathroom. The first thing I notice when I look in the mirror is my hair is a hairstylist’s worst nightmare. I attempt to comb through it after I splash cold water on my face, quickly brush my teeth, and walk back out glancing at the clock. It is three am and I wonder why Edward was not here with me. It was odd because I have woken up to him everyday since the day he saved me from Caius Volturi.

Edward cares for me in ways I never imagined and that any girl would dream of having. I could tell that at some point after our scene last night that he bathed me. My hair smells clean and is slightly damp.

I marvel at the fact that I can sleep through what this man does to me.

I can only chalk it up to the fact that he just wears me out completely and by the time I fall asleep…I sleep hard.

I mean bathing me and having sex with me while I sleep? Some would find that rather creepy but oddly…I loved the thought of they way he was with me even though I don’t remember a damn thing about it.

Edward as a Dominant is not as I imagined at all. Well no…there are times when he is exactly the way I imagine him but the majority of the time he is so caring and attentive, unlike that man I met in Lovely Dark and Deep so long ago.

Yet…he is still so demanding of those around him and I see him through different eyes when his personality sort of turns on a dime when he handles others around us.

His temper reminds me of a skyrocket.

Once he is ignited, he goes shooting off and sort of out of control, like the night he laid into his driver and pilot about taking orders from Emmett. I almost felt sorry for them both.

He is so different with everyone around him too. He talks so sweetly to Esme on the phone. He is curt with his father. With Emmett he morphs and feeds off of Emmett’s needs almost. Like when he needs him, he is there, when he is angry he lays into him, they laugh, joke, and share looks between them that I am sure are one sided conversations that my ears are not meant to hear.

Edward definitely has secrets but there is one thing I am starting to notice about him.  

He was predictable about certain things and having him to wake up to was one of those things.

So where is he?

I pull the sheet from the bed, wrap it around my completely nude body, and walk out of the bedroom.

>>>>>>>As soon as I hit the top of the stairs I hear the faint tinkling of a masterpiece playing from down below and I smile knowing that I finally get to hear him play. I knew he must be the one that played considering there was a piano at both of his residences. I make my way down the spiral staircase quietly, stop on the last step, and watch him from behind.

The room is bathed in an orange glow with candlelight creating shadows that dance all around Edward and the beauty of his pale naked skin sparkles in front of the dawning skyline of the floor to ceiling window behind him. He is deeply into playing with his head bowing over his baby grand piano. He sits atop a platform overlooking the city and every time I look at him he leaves me breathless. The melody is so heart wrenching yet sweet, and I love how he lovingly stretches out the melody as I stand here to watch him play secretly from behind the entire time. My heart flutters as he plays the melody out. His song has my stomach stirring up emotions deep within me. I lower myself down to sit on the last step, just so I can listen to him pour his heart out into this beautiful song. His arms are moving gracefully as his hands work over the keys, and even though I cannot see them, I imagined that his gracefully long fingers look elegant in their movement as he carefully lays out each stroke petting the keys. I inhale a deep shuddering breath as I watch the sinew of his muscles flex and he stirs up something deeper between my thighs as the tempo he was playing, composing kept building with the higher key strokes. His right bicep flexing with the higher keys and his left flexing with the lower ones. I listen and cannot help but smile to myself. It was almost as if he is was still in the middle of writing the melody…testing, and interlacing the key strokes to seek out the right tempo he was looking for. However, none of it ever sounded out of tune or off, at least not to these ears. Even composing he was perfect. The tempo was always steady until it started to build slightly. It is almost as if he is still testing until he hears what he wants and then when he nails the tone he is looking for, he replays it letting it build and build. His biceps are defined beautifully in the limited amount of light as they strained with each stroke. He makes my heart skip beats and my chest aches with longing to touch him.

Then suddenly the composition sort of levels out for a long stretch. He replays it and lets it build until he is tapping that high key testing before it grows deeper the longer he plays it out. Then I am left breathless again as he intertwines the deep keys with the high ones discovering they work beautifully together. I imagine his beautiful fingers caressing one of the eighty-eight keys as he plays magically bringing out a beautiful song that whispered an even tempo and once he found the sound he was looking for it only grew higher as it cried out a melody reminding me of hope. The song kept building higher and higher only to level out again. He is still searching, testing, pausing, waiting for something. It was as if the tune turned ominous all of a sudden. His back muscles flexed under the faint light of the city lights that shined into the room and I had not realized I stopped breathing altogether. My eyes scan down his back and I noticed he is wearing black sleep pants and then I finally had to suck in some air and remember to breathe. The song turned, and I felt hope pouring through the melody as he kept it up forcing it to grow to a higher deeper thrumming, it morphed sending chills through me. I would have sworn the sounds coming from that baby grand piano was certainly an entire orchestra playing by professionals. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard as tears welled up in my eyes. He then winds it down and lets the tinkling of each high key hold for a moment then he pauses and it was an odd little quip in the song as it wound down with an almost sadness as it ended.<<<<< 

He stops only to use that godforsaken angelic voice of his as he whispers words that left me breathless again.

“I been working on this for a while. I hope you like it.”

“Oh…Edward it was beautiful. Will you play it again?” I ask wanting to hear it from the beginning.

“Only if you come sit with me.”

I smile and stand up to walk over moving to sit next to him. He turns his head and slides over but he ogles me in the sheet. I slide in next to him and he leans over and presses his lips to mine softly.

“Hmm…I could kiss you for hours.” He hums brushing his lips past my cheek and down my neck making me shiver. Then when he pulls back, the sheet mysteriously fell away from my skin in torn strips as it pooled around the bench sliding off my body to land on the floor. I was left holding one tiny strip over my breast and my mouth hung open wide because I swear to fucking God he didn’t move.

He smirks, “Hmm…now that is what I call the world’s perfect muse.”

I just sit here gaping at him and drop the last shred of the sheet looking down at my bare body. I look back up at him and he is giving me the most impish smile.  

“Inspiration.” He winks and I feel the heat flood my face. He moves so damn fast before I can even let out a squeal I am now laying on top of his piano as he sits back down. There is a low growling in his throat.

“If I only had my camera.” He murmured. My eyes widen in horror.

“Isabella you are without a doubt the most beautiful creature I have ever encountered and love I want to photograph you so that I can surround myself in that beauty. I want you plastered on my playroom walls for my eyes only.”

“But you already have such beautiful photos in there. I certainly don’t compare to that!”

“Your right love you don’t. You are in a league all your own.” His fingers glide over the keys and he watches me curiously. My eyes widen as I feel the piano vibrate under me when he hits the low keys and an evil little smirk plays on his lips.

I feel like my senses heighten when the hairs stand up on my arms. The air in the penthouse is regulated; it is comfortable even for being bare ass naked. It is not too hot or too cold even though we are in the beginning of a heat wave on the east coast and summer just officially started.

He starts to play the song again from the beginning and I just lay back feeling the vibration under my back, my fingers rubbing the high glossy coating of the black smooth finish. I close my eyes and not only listen to the melody but I can feel it under me and thrumming through my skin. I hear Edward let out a soft purr and when I turn to look at him; his eyes are roaming over my curves, he licks his lips.

I turn on my side and prop my head up on my hand and he growls, his eyes focus on my breasts and then he swallows thickly, licks his lips again and slowly closes his eyes. His playing deepens and he throws himself into the song playing it harder than the first time only this time there is no testing. He is certain and it flows through him to his fingers and out into the ivories.

Then in a flash, he is on top of me naked his thighs push up against mine as he spreads me open and he cries out surprising me with his words.

“I need to be inside of you! God…I cannot stop wanting you. Needing to feel the heat of you.” His lips kiss my shoulder and he bares his fangs and lets them scrape over my shoulder. “You are driving me insane with lust Isabella! Why…why are you doing this to me?”  

I dig my nails into his back and thrust upward into him trying to give him what he needs.

What we both need. His words do not shock me right now because I feel the same way. I need him just as much too and I feel like I am not getting enough of him.

He slows his thrusting and grabs onto my face in his hand squeezing it.” I am losing it Isabella. The urges to bite you are growing stronger every day, I don’t want to do it yet, but I can’t quench the desire that just keeps building inside of me. I want to aver you I fucking need to…make you mine. Dominate you for eternity! I want to fuck you constantly…but God baby…I wanna taste you. Drink from you…you tasted so unbelievable and I know that is wrong…I shouldn’t want it but…” He says through clenched teeth. He looks almost angry when our eyes meet but then his eyes soften and he apologizes while he stills inside of me. “I am sorry.”

All the things he has just said cause my heart to swell.

“Master…when was the last time you fed?” I hadn’t really known when he did and didn’t.

His eyes gaze at my lips and his brow furrows. “Before the funeral when you spent time with Rose. Emmett and I took off for a couple of hours.”

“How often do you feed?”

“Isabella are we going to discuss my feeding schedule while my cock is buried inside of you? Really?”

“Your eyes are dark. They darken because you are hungry right?” I ask.

“Yes.” His eyes dart from mine to my lips and his hips pull away slowly.

“Baby…It won’t hurt me to lose a little blood.”

“No Isabella. I will not start using you for my nourishment.”

“So you would rather go hungry and let him out to hurt me again?” This hurt the thought of that. I didn’t like that side of Edward. He was frightening. Mean and downright scary.

“I have control of him. I lost focus Isabella. I just drank from you last night.”

“You could have taken more. What is a human able to lose at one time? You barely took any. I didn’t even feel it.”

“Bella the taste of your blood could consume me if I took what I could.”

“If you don’t take it then I will force you to.” I narrow my eyes at him. “We are in the city! We won’t be leaving until tonight to get back to the forest. Please baby.”

His hips pull back and he growls and thrusts hard up into me driving it deep…he hisses and laves his tongue along my throat. He looks feral, his thrust is so hard my body actually slides over the glossy finish of the piano and I am left with my head dangling over the side of the piano exposing my throat further and I wonder if this is too much for him. I don’t have my collar on, there is nothing blocking my neck. I feel his tongue licking and laving at my artery. He is panting and purring and he continues to lick and kiss me all along it, pumping in and out of me.

I reach up and caress his face with my finger before I bring it to his lips and press my finger into his mouth, “Suck.”  I whisper. 

His eyes roll back in his head, I don’t feel anything until I feel the pull of his tongue and mouth as he begins to drink from me and I can smell the rusty salty scent.

With his cock moving in and out while he is sucking blood out of me, that he has pierced with his fang is arousing.

“Oh God!” I cry out as he hits that one spot deep inside of me. Having him suck on my blood while he fucks me is driving me insane with lust.

He begins to purr pulling out and pushing back in. I don’t understand why I am aroused so much, I just know that I am and his fucking me, sucking my finger and drinking from me is bring me to the edge faster.

He laves his tongue over my finger and I pull it back brushing my thumb over his bottom pouty lip. His eyes are so bright green now and I can’t help but smile.

“So warm…I love how warm you are. I love how fucking warm and tight you are! God I am already so close, come with me Isabella.” His hands hold my head up, his lips crash into mine and he drives it in so deep my back arches up off the piano and I hear something in the piano crack.  

He stills instantly and a look of horror washes over his face. “Shit…Bella? Did I hurt you baby?”

I shake my head no and plead for a softer surface. “The couch?” I ask. Before I can blink, he has me on my back my legs thrown over his shoulders and he grips the cushions driving it into me. He has me positioned with my ass all the way to the edge of the couch while he fucks me.

“Come on baby…I wanna feel you fucking come with me Isabella! Please!!!!!”

We both cry out as our orgasm rocks through us. I feel every cool blast as he fills me completely. I collapse again in exhaustion and Edward positions us both so that we lie there looking out over the city as the sun begins to rise, but I don’t see it because he is lulling me to sleep again with his purring and he isn’t even inside of me. I fall asleep in his arms feeling so much better knowing that he isn’t thirsty.

    

I awake to his touch several hours later. He is humming a melody in my ear and he kisses my forehead.

“You need to wake up beautiful. I know I wear you out baby but we are going to have company. Eric has already gone to the airport to get my mother.”

I sit up stretching and aching and I wince.

Edward eyed me warily. “Sore love?”

“A little, nothing I can’t handle.” I feign a smile but I am sure it didn’t work.

“Well if I promise to let you rest tonight maybe it can give you time to recoup.”

“Don’t you dare promise no such thing.” I narrow my eyes at him.

“Isabella I am a vampire and for some reason my lust for you is obviously insatiable. I cannot keep doing this to you. You are only human after all. I cannot even seem to keep a damn schedule to play with you because you distract me so completely all the time. I should have had you in the playroom each time we are together but fuck, you confuse the hell out of me from one minute to the next. It is so frustrating. We need to have a schedule.”

“Do you think love is a scheduled event?” I asked. It was obvious that Edward’s OCD including organizing his time.

“No, and I am starting to realize that I don’t think the typical D/s rules apply according to us. I did not expect to fall in love with my submissive. So please give me a little time to sort this out. That and the fact that our two weeks of training were sort of interrupted. When we get back to the ranch we will keep to a schedule Isabella.”

I snapped and said the wrong thing in a condescending tone, “Yes Master. What time shall your submissive be allowed to get fucked according to his schedule?”

It was out before I could stop myself. He jumped up away from me and stood over me so fast I felt the breeze of his departure.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“Sorry.” I mumbled looking away from him.

My eyes met his again and he was livid. “NO YOU ARE NOT! GET YOUR ASS UPSTAIRS!”

He is pissed.

Shit.

He disappeared up the stairs then I heard him yell, “THIRD FLOOR ISABELLA! NOW!”

So here I stand in front of the intimidator with my stupid smart ass mouth. I squeak when I feel his hands on my waist from behind me lifting me to lie me face down over the curve of the chair with my ass up at the highest point.

I know this can’t be good. He slaps my cuffs on my wrists so fast and yanks the chains tightening them to the hooks below fastened into the floor. They are pulling my arms tight and I know he is really, really pissed. His cold hand runs over my ass cheek and he huffs out a growl. I feel a chill almost as if he gets colder when he is angrier. Then there is the cold stirring of air next to my ass and the sting of his slap startles me. It is harder than I imagined him ever hitting me. Almost too harsh and I cry out from the pain. I know there is supposed to be a warm up spanking before the actual punishment but he didn’t warm me up first at all. He is really pissed off right now and I am starting to worry.

I hear him inhale. “I need to calm the fuck down!” he leaves me like this for a really long time, maybe thirty minutes to an hour or more, who knows? I lay here wincing from the pain of the slap and the fact that I am still sore from our activities.

Then I hear him talking and can only assume he is on the phone because I don’t hear anyone else but him.

A few minutes later he walks up to me taking my chin in his hand and bending over to look me in the eyes. Our noses nearly bump and I can still see the anger in his eyes.

“We will be having dinner with my mother this evening. I had Eric take her out to shop for a dress in the meantime you are to wait here until I am rational enough to deal with you! You have a smart little fucking mouth Isabella…and at times it is cute, but this is not one of them. You thought you were sore before well trust me baby you will be sore when I get through with you. I am going to enjoy watching you sit through this evening across from my mother with a very red ass in a very uncomfortable seated position. You will not get an ounce of sympathy from me either! I am so fucking pissed off at you right now. How dare you talk to your Master that way!”

His hand moved to my hair as he twisted my hair around his fist, he pulls my head up. “You will learn little girl. I demand respect God damn it and if you can’t give it to me willingly then I will train it the fuck into you! If you can’t handle it then I just may need to bite you sooner rather than later and make you more durable so you can take the punishment I so want to give you right now!”

He drops my hair and growls out a loud “FUCK!” as he flees the room again.

Can we say hotheaded?

I am now soaked and I hear him yelling as he makes his way downstairs.

“Unfuckingbelievable! How the fuck can you get so fucking wet when I want to beat you into oblivion?” I hear something break down below and I can’t help but wonder why I want to sort of laugh.

Snarky Bella coming out…I need to reel that bitch with her attitude in.

Why do I not feel bad about this?

I lay here wondering and then it dawns on me…I know why I don’t feel bad about what I said…because you don’t schedule fucking love that is why! Fuck him! Now I am pissed.

“EDWARD CULLEN LET ME UP!” I yell at the top of my lungs. I don’t care if saying his name is not allowed right now! He was back in a flash and he commands me, almost daring me.

“SAY IT!”

“RED!!! FUCKING RED!”

“FINE!” He unfastens my cuffs lifts me off and sets me down and then he storms out of the room. I follow behind him and watch him fly through the room getting dressed. Then  I follow him down the stairs watching him as he walks towards the door.

“Where are you going?” I almost feel a little panic set in.

“Out to meet my Mother. I don’t want to look at you.” He says through gritted teeth.

He slams the door behind him hard enough to shake the walls.  

“Fine!” I yell and stomp back up the stairs to get dressed! I didn’t need him to go out to dinner I could go out alone.

S*h*h*h*h*h….

Isabella stood in front of the mirror touching up her lip gloss, not paying any attention to the strawberry blonde who sat on the sofa in the ladies restroom of the restaurant.

However, the strawberry blonde-haired vampire was paying very close attention to the human brunette, whom she knew for a fact Edward had been seen around with a lot lately. Oddly, he was not here with her tonight, but he was here. Edward is on the patio that overlooks the city in the same restaurant with a beautiful vampire Tanya has never met. Tanya felt another twinge of jealousy hit her as she follows Isabella into the bathroom pretending to be a patron at the restaurant. She hated both of the women who seemed to have his undivided attention as of late. He wasn’t even bothering to call her back and this pissed her off further. In all the years she has known Edward, he has never had a submissive that was a brunette and she let her eyes scan down at the outfit Isabella was wearing. 

Isabella huffs at her reflection in the mirror and growls out a few curses along with Edward’s name under her breath.

Tanya’s eyes widened and she gasps catching Isabella’s attention in the reflection of the mirror. Tanya hears Bella’s heart rate speed up a little as she eyed her curiously. Just then, Isabella’s cell phone rang pulling her attention away from the strawberry blonde and looking down to see that it is Rosalie.

She answers, “Hey Rose, how are you doing?”

“Bella when will you and Edward be back to the ranch? I really want to talk to you!”

Isabella’s brow furrows, “I think we are supposed to head back tonight…we are out to dinner right now…why?” Isabella lies not wanting to tell her best friend she is fighting with him.

Rosalie scoffs into the phone.

“What?” Bella asks.

“Funny…I didn’t think vampires ate food.” Rosalie’s tone was sharp. Isabella froze her eyes widening in the reflection of the mirror.

“Excuse me?” she whispers.

“Oh cut the shit Bella…I know.”

“Emmett told you.”

“Yeah well I guess I should be grateful someone thought about cluing me in. I have to say though dealing with the revelation isn’t much better than the revelation itself.…and trust me Isabella Marie Swan…I am not dealing well with any of it.”

Bella closes her eyes and scrunches her face up hating to have this conversation now of all times when she is angry with her vampire.

“Rose we will be at the ranch tonight I am pretty sure, can we talk about this then?”

“Yeah right whatever.” The phone went dead.

It seems Rosalie was not coping at all with any of it. She sighs slipping her phone back in her purse when she turns to leave she notices the blonde-haired woman is gone. Isabella makes her way out of the restroom and back to her table but something very familiar catches her eye. Her attention is brought to the wild-bronzed hair that is sitting outside of the restaurant at a table. Isabella’s eyes narrow in and her temper flares now horrified by the sight before her as she stands there staring at the trio outside.

That same strawberry blonde-haired woman was now standing next to the table talking to Edward and his mother while her fingers softly caresses through his hair.

Isabella is livid and she throws down a hundred dollar bill on the table and storms out of the restaurant making her way downstairs to hail a cab.

Sadly, she misses Edward’s response to Tanya’s violating touch as he smacks her hand away from his hair.

Just then Edward hears the alert that he has a text message waiting. He doesn’t hesitate to check it because it may be his Bella. He pulls his phone out to check it. What he reads cracks his chest wide open.

I am surprised your little brunette is all alone getting into a cab in this big scary city...she has no Edward to protect her. No big brother Emmett around…no Jasper…or even Peter or Ben…tsk, tsk.

Shame on you Master. You are not taking very good care of your submissive now are you?

 He looks up at his mother and she takes notice right away that something is wrong. 

"Edward? What is it?" 

~ Robshandmonkey

Yes I think Jessica from True Blood would make a FUCKAWESOME Tanya in this story. She has just the right kind of attitude and she won my heart when she actually figured out she could curse for the first time after Bill changed her and she yelled out the word Fuck and then kept saying it. It was too adorable!

Chapter 34 Vamped

The Ally Vera Chili Rating on this is so motherfucking hot.....the chili's are ASH! 

TEN CHILI'S IN MY OPINION...just sayin...

Shhhhh…..

Chapter 34

Vamped

Rosalie sat on the deck chair next to Emmett and laughed. She had not laughed in days and was amused with Emmett’s little joke.

“Emmett baby…thank you…I haven’t laughed in days. That was too funny.” She swiped at her eyes while she regained her composure.

“It wasn’t meant to be funny Rosalie. I am serious.” Emmett’s eyes clearly showed his pain and he looked at her sheepishly almost pleading for her to understand.

Her face fell, the smile disappeared instantly. “What?” Her voice was raspy.

Emmett looks down as he leans forward and turns to face her. He reaches for her hand and takes it into his, holding onto it. He retracts his eyeteeth, engages his fangs all while Rosalie watches in horror as they appear out of nowhere.

“What other proof do you need, other than the fact that I have fangs and I am ice cold?” His look is deadly serious.

“Emmett…your scaring the shit out of me. This isn’t funny any more.” Her eyes dart from his mouth to his hands.

“It isn’t meant to be funny Rose. I am a vampire. The members of my family are all vampires. My maker Dr. Cullen turned me in 1935 I was born in 1915. He turned Edward also in 1918 and Edward was born in 1901. He is not my blood relative but he is the closest family I have.”

Rosalie sat here staring in disbelief at him while his thumb made circular patterns on the back of her hand. To his surprise, Rosalie did not drop his hand or react as if she was repulsed, but she did look rather scared, confused and he could smell her fear. Emmett worried about the scent of her fear as it came off her in waves. It courses through her blood and he swallows a mouth full of venom as it begins to arouse his inner beast.

“I know you are scared baby, but I promise I am not going to hurt you. I really do care far too much for you to hurt you.” He tries reassuring her.

“I…uhhh…I don’t even know what to say.” She mumbles.

“I know, but believe me Rose I had to tell you now. I could not let you believe I was human any longer. I want to be with you Rosalie. I know you are my mate just as Bella is Edwards.”

Her eyes widen.

“Bella? Does she know about this…. I mean about Edward?”

“Yes.”

“Why the hell didn’t she tell me?”

“Because I wanted to be the one to tell you, please it wasn’t her place to tell you about me. This was my responsibility.”

“What do you mean by mates?”

“As vampires when we find our mate baby…it’s for life. We stay monogamous to our mate for all eternity, or however long we live. Vampire love doesn’t equate to human love.”

“How do you know I am your mate?” Her expression is a cross between anger and confusion.

“I feel it and I know that if you and I was to have sex, my eyes would confirm the likelihood we are mated because they would turn from the gold they are now back to my human eye color which is blue. You notice how Edward’s are green? Do you remember that night he danced with Isabella at the club? His eyes turning without intimacy is rare for a vampire. It doesn’t usually happen until they have been intimate with their mate. But once mates are intimate it is a clear sign that they are truly mated when their human color appears.”

She stares at him stunned before it dawns on her, “Emmett what the hell do you eat?” she looks at him warily, her body shivers but she asks cautiously.

“I feed on the blood of animals. That is why my eye color is golden.” He looks up at her from under his lashes. For the first time Emmett is far more worried about her not accepting him than he was before. He fears he misjudged her and that she will not be able to accept him for what he is. His chest begins to tighten and he suddenly is aware of this feeling that he was sure was similar to the way Edward felt when he thought he lost Bella.

The feeling ate at him from the inside out.

“You don’t drink human blood?” she questioned still apprehensive.

“I have.”

“Have you killed people Emmett?” she whispered looking down at their hands not able to look him in the eyes.

“Yes Rosalie, but please understand that I was a newborn, the thirst is harder when you are a newborn. I have had a couple of accidents in my past but they were unusual. Some blood is stronger for us than others. The two accidents were humans that appealed too strongly for my willpower. I was still young. However, the other times I have ingested human blood were only the times that it was donated by a Swan. They offer their blood to allow us to drink from willingly.”

Rosalie pulls her hand back from his and just stares at him.

“Aw Rose…I swear baby I am not going to hurt you.” He tries to hide the hurt but inhales the strong scent of her fear.

“How do I know that? I don’t even know you!” she looks at him cautiously.

“Have I hurt you yet baby?”

“Yes. Yes, you have, just now. How could you not tell me this sooner?”

“Your right, I should have.”

“Yes, you should have. My God Emmett…I was…oh God…no way...fucking shit!”

“What baby? What were you going to say?” He looks at her, his brow furrows and this is not at all going as he had planned.

“I really liked you! I thought for sure…that you…” she trails off and her eyes well up with tears as the salty scent floods Emmett’s nostrils. A tear slips down past her cheek. He was up and kneeling before her so fast she gasps at his speed but he takes her hands into his and he tries to convey his feelings for her.

“Rosalie…I already know that I have fallen for you baby. I fucking love you. You are the one that I belong with.”

“Vampires can actually fall in love?” She looks at him stunned.

“Yeah, we are pretty much a lot like humans only we don’t need air, we don’t age, we don’t reproduce, that is unless we turn a human into what we are. Everything we experience is so much more intense because of what we are. We feel just like humans, we love harder, we are sexually active.”

Rosalie gasps. “Oh my God! Isabella has had sex with Edward?!” Her mortification is clearly present and the reaction stings Emmett’s pride.

“Yes. It is possible baby.” Her eyes widen in shock and she stands up pulling her hands away from Emmett’s.

Rosalie begins to pace frantically on the deck back and forth the palm of her hand lays flat against her forehead as if she has a headache as she tries to get a grasp on the information overload she has just endured. The sun sets on the horizon and she turns to ask, “What about the sun? You have been out in the sun!”

“The sun doesn’t affect us, that is one of many myths.”

“Do you morph into a wolf, or a bat or hell a God damn mummy?” she stops and looks at him with a frightened expression.

“No baby.” Emmett almost laughs at the last part but he knows that this shit isn’t funny right now. Rosalie is seriously freaking out and he is about ten seconds away from calling Edward.

“We don’t change into anything, we are faster than even a human eye can detect, we are strong enough to pulverize solid stone, and we can hear for several miles, our sense of smell is very sensitive, our vision is far better than any other animal in existence, we are most definitely the world’s most dangerous predators.”

Rosalie gapes at him, her eyes wide and the terror she feels is clearly written in her expression but Emmett can smell it even stronger in her blood.

Emmett mutters, “Shit I should have not said that. I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

“How can I not be? I am your God damn hungry man dinner steaming hot and ready to be served up!”

Emmett’s brow furrows, “What is a hungry man dinner?”

Rosalie rolls her eyes and scowls, “A TV dinner!”

“Rose baby I don’t see you as a fucking meal baby. I see you as the girl I am totally lost in love with.” His expression is pained and he is trying desperately to get her to see him.

“I am still Emmett the guy that you came here with.”

Rosalie stands there and cannot help but feel the need to comfort him and without thinking she steps up to him and runs her fingers through his hair and her hand cups his cheek. The coldness of his skin is unnerving but he looks hurt and she doesn’t know how to take that hurt away.

“Oh, Emmett….I am fucking at a loss for words. I mean fuck how in the hell do I deal with this shit! I don’t even know what to say!”

“Say it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference baby. That is all I want to hear.” He is ready to beg and to plead with her.

She drops her hand from his cheek, she looks down whispering, “I wish that were true. I wish I could say that…but I cannot Emmett. This is nothing I can wrap my head around…damn I feel like a huge bomb dropped in my lap and I am waiting for the explosion! Fuck…I don’t…know…”

Emmett stands up and he looks out over the yard hiding the hurt from her that is burning deep down through him.

“Yeah, I know and I think I understand. I just thought well I was hoping for something that was not meant to happen. I understand if you want to go home, I will call the car to come get us, and we can get you back to Chicago.”

Rosalie knows that he is hurt but she cannot help but feel overwhelmed. “I think maybe I do need to go home. I just need to think Emmett…you aren’t mad are you?” She asks.

“No baby. If you need time then I can give you as much as you need.” He is afraid to get his hopes up but he cannot help it when she gives him a hint of it.

“I will go pack my things.” She mumbles and turns to enter the house.

Emmett stands there and runs his hand through his hair.

“Fuck…I am about to lose my shit…” Emmett pulls out his cell phone and dials.

“Little brother…it’s me…can you call me as soon as you get this? I need to talk to you bro…”

If Vampire’s could cry…Emmett Cullen would have shed a few tears by the time, he was done leaving his message for his little brother.

S*h*h*h*h*h……

In the meantime, Edward is holding a piece of ice in his lips hovering over Isabella as she opens her mouth to wait for him to let go of it. However, there is no way Edward is ready to release it yet so he holds onto it and waits for her to bring her tongue out to lap at it as it starts to melt over the heat of her breath.

“Hmmm….ice never tasted so good.” She hums.

He lets it go and smirks. “Oh yeah?” he whispers with a husky voice.

Isabella crunches down on it and swallows. “Yeahhhhhhhh.” She moans out.

Edward stands up picking her up throwing her over his shoulder and he carries her down the stairs to the bedroom where he throws her on the bed and she cannot help but giggle out as she bounces. Edward turns his head as soon as he hears his cell phone beep alerting him to the fact that he has a message.

“Shit. You stay put little girl! I will be right back.” He turns and runs for the office where he left his phone charging and grabs it dialing in for his message.

Edward knows his brother better than he knows anyone and he knows that the sound of Emmett’s voice is not one of joy or relief. He quickly dials his number back and sits down at his desk.

“Hello Emmett.”

“Edward…” he pauses swallows and starts again. “Rosalie wants to go home, we are going to be heading out, the car is already on the way. She is upstairs packing. I just wanted to give you a heads up.” He lies unable to admit to his brother now that he is on the other end, how very hurt he is over Rosalie’s reaction to his news.

“What happened man?” Edward knows instantly that his brother needs to talk.

“She is afraid of me Edward; I can smell it in her fucking blood. She says she doesn’t know how to deal with this and she needs some time.”

“So let her take the time she needs. She will come around Emmett…if she is your mate she will come around you know that. Just give her the time, but don’t let her forget you are waiting…hell, send her shit to remind her that you care about her and don’t let her forget you are fucking waiting. You are not the type of person to give up brother, so don’t you dare fucking think about giving up yet, it is a lot to deal with and she is only human. Isabella is still struggling with things.”

“Bullshit man. Isabella loves the fuck out of you man. I swear to fucking God how do you get all the fucking luck?”

“Emmett don’t beat yourself up over this. Give her some time. I will have Bella call her in the meantime. She didn’t freak totally out right? I mean she didn’t go running and screaming?”

“No typical questions, you know…do we turn into bats and why the hell can I go in the sun and what the hell do I eat.”

“You want to bring her back to New York? You are both welcome.”

“Nah man, I am going to head back home. Maybe I will offer to help Esme. She found a place and could probably use the help. She already asked for me to get some shit from the house for her. I will keep busy and maybe get a chance to meet your mom…fuck dude…what are the odds? I still can’t fucking believe your mom is a vampire.”

“There aren’t odds for that shit Emmett. Besides, she is coming to New York to spend the day with Isabella and me tomorrow. She is pretty pissed off at Carlisle and isn’t speaking to him right now so you won’t run into her over there.”

“Hell they are mated man they can’t stay away from each other.” Edward growls under his breath and Emmett chuckles.

“I will talk to you when we get back.” Emmett replies.

“Alright, if you need me though call all right?”

“Yeah I just may do that.” Emmett sighs heavily. “Talk to you later man.” He hangs up before giving Edward a chance to respond.

 Edward shakes his head and checks his text messages.

Edward…Aro is curious as to when you will be able to meet with him. He wants to discuss another supply as soon as possible. Call either him or you can text me back and let me know.

Felix

E~

That text message you got was from the same type of pay as you go phone and it was made in the same general same location in the heart of Chicago. I am going to head out and see if I can’t sniff out something around those cell towers. Maybe I may stumble on to something.

P~

Edward baby…I have been looking high and low for you. Where the hell are you? Why haven’t you called me or better yet why have you not been to the penthouse? I waited there for you all night last night. You always go to the penthouse on Saturday nights. I miss you.

*~*Tanya*~*

Hey Edward it is me Sam. I wanted to let you know I am leaving a day early. I hate to do this but since Emmett is here I figured it was cool and he could feed the horses. I left everything where it is easy to get to. I will be back in a week.

Sam….

Shit!

Edward dials his phone to call Sam but all he gets is his voicemail.

“Hey Sam it is me…Emmett is leaving tonight and I guess you are already gone. Is there anyone that can take care of the Ranch? I know I told you that you were fine to go…I just had an unexpected event come up and won’t be able to get back to the ranch until Tomorrow night. I am sure the horses will be fine. I will have Emmett feed them before he leaves. Thanks.”

Edward quickly dials back Emmett.

“Emmett…fuck man Sam is already gone and I have no one to take care of the fucking horses.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Can you ask Rose if you guys can stay just one more night till I get back tomorrow?”

“Rose…we have a problem. Edward doesn’t have anyone here to take care of the horses. Is it okay if we stay until tomorrow when he gets back?”

There is a long quiet pause as Rosalie looks warily at Emmett. She finally replies, “Sure but we already called for the car.”

“I will cancel it. Don’t worry bro…I will take care of them.”

“Thanks man.”

“No problem. Rose wants to talk to Isabella, is she around?”

“She is asleep. Can I have her call her later?”

“Sure. I will tell her.”

Edward hangs up and feels bad for lying but he is a selfish motherfucker and he wants his time with Bella before his Mom arrives tomorrow.

He throws his phone down and rushes back to find Bella only she isn’t where he left her.

He looks over to see the bathroom door closed and he smirks assuming she may have jumped in the shower…but when he opens the door, she is not there either.

“Isabella?” He tries not to panic just yet.

Edward moves towards the stairs to fly down and seek her out down below, but still he does not find her in the kitchen, or the sitting room or the library.

He closes his eyes, inhales catching her scent and rushes back up to the bedroom where he left her to follow the scent of her most recent trail. He is surprised that she is upstairs and he makes his way to the third floor.

His eyes narrow when his ears pick up the faint hum that is an all too familiar sound that Edward recognizes. Edward thinks back trying to figure out if he had given Isabella the rules of his playroom. When he realizes he hasn’t disclosed them all he knows he has no way to call her on her actions, however…if she is doing what he suspects that she is doing then she is misbehaving because she knows that all of her orgasms belong to him and he knows damn well he has told her that before.

He silently walks into the playroom and leans against the door once he has closed and locked it behind him quietly.

Isabella sits with her back to him and she is playing with the switches on his Sybian. She is on her knees still wearing the white thigh high nylons, her collar and cuffs still in place, as they should be.

Such a naughty curious little vixen.

Isabella is oblivious to the fact that Edward is watching her as she tests the toy. She starts out testing the speeds of it and the various attachments that are lying near it. Edward has to fight the groan that wants to escape from his throat as he watches her bent over on her knees her sweet little ass positioned right in front of him begging to be smacked for being a bad girl and playing with something without being given permission to do so.

His cock grows harder with each movement she makes. Her pussy is exposing bare lips to him from behind. He inhales and he smiles knowing his little Angel is getting excited. He decides to give her enough rope to hang herself and he continues to watch.

He actually cannot believe that she is going to dare and attempt this. Is she really that naïve to think that she isn’t going to get caught? He only went to answer the phone. He grins deviously when he sees her make the move to mount the equipment.

He watches from behind her as she slides her leg over the hump and her hands are now in front of her flat on the floor as she lowers her pussy down onto the vibrating nub that stimulates the clit.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk.” Edward has his arms crossed and he walks over to stand in front of her.

“Just what is it that you think you are doing?” He glares down feigning anger. Edward however isn’t angry at all. He is fucking elated that he gets to punish his naughty little girl.

Isabella’s eyes shot up to look at him but the vibration that continued its assault on her clit took every bit of her attention away and she did a cross between a pout and an involuntary moan.

Edward reaches down, picks up the remote, and turns the vibration to an extremely low setting.

“Answer me and you had better look at me when you do.” He demanded.

“I am sorry…I got tired of waiting for you…Master…I was just curious about it.”

“Well Angel I guess I didn’t give you the set rules so while that pretty little pussy is being teased, I am going to go over a list of rules that pertain to this playroom. First, you are not allowed to touch anything without permission. Second, in case you forgot your orgasms belong to me, third, I am the one that plans our playtime…not you my love. However, since you took it upon yourself to take the initiative and make the first move…I find your choice to be a rather fun one so we will keep with that. Now…next rule, you will notice the same bench here as in my other playroom. The intimidator is not a place that you will gain an ounce of pleasure from. It will be your cue that you are being punished when I order you to lay your ass down on it at any time. You are to assume the position and those two hooks on the side are for your thigh cuffs to keep you spread open. Yes Isabella…I am a dirty dominant and I really prefer to whip your pussy versus that sweet ass so nine times out of ten I will be smacking your wet slit. Trust me baby…after a nice workout when I fuck you…the sensation of my cock and the thrust of my groin into your sensitive little clit after I work it over will have you begging for me to stop.”

Edward walks up behind her and grabs her hair twisting it as it wraps around his fist. Once his fist is gripping onto all of it, he yanks her head back. “Such a naughty little girl…how does that sweet pussy feel now baby?”

“Good so good.” She sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“Hmm….I bet it does but right now Angel I am going to fuck that sweet little mouth.

At vampire speed, Edward snaps two chains to her wrists that are fastened from the eyehooks above the Sybian. Isabella did not even notice this when she straddled the machine. Had she of, she would have known instantly that Edward would most likely tether her to the equipment so she could not squirm away from it.

Edward leans down slides her cuffs on her thighs and snaps a tether on each thigh, and then he places her lead on her collar twisting it so the d ring is on the back of her neck. He fastens it to an eyebolt that is in the wall behind her. Isabella’s head is pulled back her throat exposed and he moves around to stand in front of her.

“Fucking beautiful…oh Isabella my bad little angel…you are going to learn that your pussy belongs to me. It will only be wet when I say and right now Angel; it is my turn to be pleasured so this goes off while you attend to your Master’s cock first. Remember your safe words because I am getting a strong feeling that I may be a little rougher than I probably should in hopes to teach you properly.”

Edward leans forward grips her chin firmly with his hand, his lips whisper over hers, “And you will fucking learn little girl…even if I have to beat it into you.”

Isabella’s breath hitches and she feels the slight sensation flood her sex. Edward smirks and shakes his head back and forth. “Tsk, Tsk…so fucking naughty.”

Edward walks around to stand behind her. His cock is the perfect height as he grips her hair fisting it and yanks it back farther.

“Fuck yeah!” he growls and commands, “Open Isabella.” She does as he asks and he glides the tip of it in between her hot little lips.

“Good girl…Isabella…don’t stop…breathe through your nose baby…that’s it…ohhh fuckkkk Angel your mouth is so fucking hot around me.”

Edward tilts her head opening her throat further and pushes forward not letting up as Bella feels his hard cock and its coolness numbing her throat. She cannot help but choke a little as he pushes forward even further. He stills and waits for her to breathe again.

“Through your nose Angel.” He tilts her head a little further, pushes forward, pulls out, and begins a rhythm that he enjoys not really caring about pleasing her at all.

“Oh…that’s it baby. Oh fuck so hot and wet!”

“Isabella….that’s it baby fuck I need you to take it fucking deeper and you will do it, now open wider…yeah deeper.”

Bella breathes out of her nose and swallows around the head of his cock at the back of her throat.

“Jesus! More! Fucking more!” Edward cries out thrusting and tugging her hair as she swallows around his now very swollen, very thick and pulsing cock on the very edge of exploding.

“So fucking close!” Edward throws his head back his fangs burst out and her begins to thrust deeper while she gags on it, he gives her a second to recover but the next round of thrusts has him ready to shoot his load. He pulls his cock back out but not all the way, so that he can look back down and watch it squirt down her throat in long thick streams.

“Swallow it all Angel…I am not close to fucking done!” he pulses several streams and half way through he decides to pull his cock out and strokes it over her lips coating them in even more of his come.

“Lick baby.” He cries out slathering her lips and mouth with the rest that he has to give her. She licks and slurps it up like a good girl and his thumb gently glides over her chin pushing the stray trail that has dripped down her chin. His thumb swipes it up so that she doesn’t miss a drop as he pushes it into her mouth. “So fucking sexy with my come all over your mouth.” He moves to the front of her unfastening the lead to her collar as he rubs her neck under her collar all while he slips his tongue into her mouth kissing her.

“Mmm…” she murmurs and his mouth floods with venom as he moves down and licks the salty sweet flesh of her throat. “God you smell delicious!” He growls.

“How did I taste?” She whispers and Edward stills at the question.

“What?”

“My blood…did it taste good? Did you enjoy it when you tasted me?”

Edward swallows thickly as her chocolate eyes wait for his reply as she licks her lips still tasting him on them.

She tilts her head to the side. “Not as good as you thought?” her eyes fall when he hesitates with a reply.

“God Isabella…” His hand slowly moves up and beings to caress her throat with the pad of his thumb as he lets it run the length of her jugular.

“I have never tasted anything so fucking good before.” He eyes her throat with longing.

“Do you know that the Swan was at one time a dish reserved for royalty in North America and Europe?”

Edward’s brow furrows at her revelation.

“Now they are protected….”  Isabella leans forward and murmurs against his lips, “…that is of course if we choose to be.”

Edward gazes at her not fully grasping where she is going with her line of thought.

Isabella surprises him when she slips her wrist out of the cuff that is no longer secured above her. Her hand reaches out to take his hand in hers. Before he realizes what she is about to do it is already too late. Her hand grips his thumb, she presses his nail to the top of her right breast, and she slashes a small incision as it cuts her flesh with barely any pressure. She hisses at the pain but her pussy is now soaking wet at the thought of what she is hoping he will accept.

Edward yanks his hand away and both his top and bottom fangs are now bared as he hisses.

“Fuccccck!” He glares at her but his eyes dart down to the small trickle of blood that is forming a drop and it starts to run down along her nipple as her heart rate picks up pushing the sweet life giving liquid he is burning for. His throat lights up like a fucking spewing volcano and he makes the decision.

He grabs her hand, yanks it up to the cuff and fastens it tighter this time assuring both her hands are secure.

He flips the switch to the Sybian on and Isabella moans out at the sensation it is providing. She watches him as he strokes his cock, which is already fully erect again.

Edward licks his lips and he can feel the venom flowing heavily from his fangs as he swallows it back down his throat hoping it sates some of his thirst.

It never has before but now he has the one thing here in front of him that will sate him and get him ready for a good hard fucking after he gets his fill.

He knows this is reckless but he doesn’t give a fuck. She has just become his personal swan and he is not about to turn that shit down for nothing!

He grips her hair pulling it back and the scent of her blood is driving him into a frenzy of need.

“Open your mouth.” He demands and she does as he asks.

He leans over and lets the flow of his venom pour into her mouth.

Isabella doesn’t hesitate to lap it up as he gives her a part of himself in return for her giving a part of her.

His fingers bump the Sybian up a few notches and he drops the remote. He lifts back to look back down at his Angel as she laps and licks her lips humming at the taste of him.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy and beautiful you are and I cant wait to taste this.”

He runs his thumb along the trail of her blood swiping over it. He brings it to his lips and sucks his thumb moaning at the taste of her.

“You are so fucking clueless baby…do you know how fucking hard this thing is going to make you fucking come? Do you know how fucking good blood tastes when the one you are drinking from is aroused in that state?”

Isabella has already begun to lose control of her self as the beast between her legs is kicking up slowly all on its own now. Her hands pull against the restraints as she is forced to ride out the long sequence of speeds that will lower and raise each time a little longer and a little faster until the equipment below her is set on maximum speed.

“I won’t drink until your there baby.” He strokes his cock as venom floods his mouth. Isabella is thrashing on the vibrating nub and crying out in pure pleasure from the sensation. She has never felt anything like it and her Master is looking down at her smiling as he lathers his cock with pre-come stroking it in front of her waiting for the perfect moment to lean down and suck on her offering.

“Oh….fuck….its too much….” She cries out and he grins like the devil.

“Curiosity will get you into trouble Angel. Maybe next time you will ask before you just take it upon yourself to experiment with something you know nothing about. This my little love is what you call forcing an orgasm. I want to see how many a little human can give up on this beast and since you volunteered…you have no one to blame but you.” He pinches her other nipple hard and leans down licking at the blood that is now flowing a little more as her blood pressure rises and she writhes under the assault of the Sybian on her sex.

“That’s it baby.”

“no….Ohhhh….fuck…shit…fuck!!”

“You are so fucking close Isabella…come on baby let it go for me!! Scream my fucking name when you do!”

“Im gonna come…its so sensitive too much….I can’t” she cries out as a light sheen of sweat breaks out over her skin. Edward inhales the salty scent and smiles wickedly.

“Edwardddddd I am coming!” Her body shakes violently on the equipment her arms pull on her restraints Edward lowers his lips to her breast and begins to feed on her life giving blood while he strokes his cock preparing to keep it hard for her.

He hums and moans and begins a vibrating purr on her breast as he swallows down the sweetest elixir he has ever tasted. His beast is thrashing in his cage and he shuts the fucker out as he laves his tongue to suck out more and lick it from her nipple. Isabella’s orgasm rocks her body in his lips and the rush of adrenalin heightens Edwards arousal to its maximum. He takes one long draw on her breast seals the wound leaving no venom behind to enter her bloodstream, his hands grip the chains tethered to the ceiling, and he flings himself over behind her.

“Do you know how dangerous it is to tease a fucking Vampire little girl?” he asks as he lifts her body off the Sybian drops his hand down to slather her wet slit and arousal over the rim of her ass.

“Oh God.” She cries out under his touch as he toys with her clit before he sets her back on the Sybian.

“Not again.”

“Fuck yes…again Isabella. You want to run with vampires…you are going to lean how to play like one.” He growls into her neck. “I am going to pop that sweet anal cherry while you are coming like a bitch in heat on this thing.”

He grips her hips lifting her ass to him only causing the pressure of the vibrating nub to press harder onto her already swollen and aroused clit.

“You need to beg Isabella.” He smacks her ass one hard slap across her right cheek. “Beg for it up the ass.” He commands and she is lost in the sensations, she can’t even breathe and wonders how she is even going to speak but the sting of his hand and the pleasure of her clit in tandem drives her to cry out, “Please Edward…fuck me!”

“Where?” he roars our smacking her other cheek.”

“My ass. Please God I just need to come…I can’t take it…pleaseeeeee”

“Yes you can…baby….you already are.” He throws his head back as he buries his cock into her tight ass and he roars out vibrating the walls of the playroom.

“MOTHERFUCK!!!”

Isabella whimpers in pleasure and in pain not even feeling his penetration because of the assault the Sybian is giving her body and she quietly thanks a deity for the cold numbing feel of his cock as he penetrates her anally. She has never felt so wild in her life and she bucks wildly trying to get away from the assault of the vibration but Edward holds her to it demanding she come while he is buried up her ass.

“Come God Damn it! You are so motherfucking tight…I want to feel you come while I am in your ass!” He pushes her down, her body thrashes and the sensation of the violent spasms she is pushing against him inside pulls him over the edge as he shoots another cool stream of his come deep inside of her.

“GOD I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” he roars and smacks her ass as she slowly comes down from her orgasm. He begins to lave his tongue over her spine and proceeds to lick her body of all traces of the light sheen of sweat she is covered in.

He purrs buried inside of her whispering in her ear, “I am still coming.” He flips the Sybian off to give her a rest but he is not about to pull out as he unfastens her tethers and lifts her off the Sybian but not off his cock. He carries her to his bed and her body collapses exhausted from the sexual assault she has been enduring over the last hour Her body relaxes under him as she pants out deep breathes and he moans in her ear. “Still coming baby.”

He lays her on her stomach and he remains behind her holding her to him while he fills her with every ounce he has to give purring all the while lulling her to sleep.

© Robshandmonkey~

Gawd damn…is it fucking hot in here or what?

*giggle snorts*

Chapter 33 The trials and tribulations of mating vampires

Ally Vera Chili Rating

Shhhhh…..

Chapter 33

The trials and tribulations of mating vampires

“Edward!” Isabella gasps her eyes were wide as she stood there shocked that he had first spoken to his mother that way, but second outing their relationship without even considering how she felt about it!

“What in the hell?” She railed on him.

Edward stood there stunned before he got his bearings. “Isabella. Watch that tone with me!”

“Or what?” She met with him toe to toe like the first night in the club. “Are you going to bend me over your knee and whip my ass here in front of your mother?” She stood up on her tip toes and tried to meet with him eye to eye. Her ire was obvious and Edward was a little stunned but not totally. He knew she had it in her. But right now was not the time to be displaying it.  

“Angel, you had better check that attitude, you really are about to cross a line. Hold that fucking tongue or so help me.” He growls between his teeth.

“So what if I am. Has anyone ever told you that you are a selfish pretentious little shit some times? You have been given a God damn gift of having your mother here. She has risen from the dead and you have the nerve to speak to her that way? You should be so ashamed of yourself! Do you want to know what I would do if I would have been the one to have been so damn lucky?!”

Isabella’s eyes welled up in tears and spilled over her cheeks. “I would be hugging the hell out of her, trying to convey how much I missed her, told her that I had never said I love you enough, I would do everything in my power to make that up! I am so fucking ashamed of you right now!”

Isabella pointed at Elizabeth and said, “She may not perfect but damn it she is your Mother! So she has made some mistakes, but you have no right to treat her with so much disrespect! She is not one of your former submissives!”

Isabella reached into Edward’s pocket and dug around until she got her car key, her anger was growing as her body shook in a rage.

“And as a matter of fact…right now Edward neither am I!” 

She turns toward Elizabeth and says with a heartfelt apology, “I am so sorry that we had to meet like this. I would have hoped it would have been under better circumstances. Please don’t doubt that I love this pretentious, selfish little brat, because I do but right now I hope you will excuse me, I haven’t slept in a while and I am exhausted, I am going home. I really hope I get to see you again.”

Edward roared. “ISABELLA!” As she walked around to her side of the car.

“What?” She turned to him practically yelling.

“Don’t you dare!” his fists clenched at his sides.

“You don’t know me at all Edward if you think I have never been dared and not followed through on it once I have been!” She huffed.

“I am not letting you leave here!” He moves to follow and block her, only to have Elizabeth hiss and crouch now defending Bella as she comes between the two.  

Edward is stunned stepping back.

“Let her go.” Elizabeth hisses to protect her.

“I cannot!” His eyes fall on Isabella and he is pleading with her using them to convey that she cannot leave him here and go off alone unprotected without him.

“Yes you can son.” Edward turns to see Carlisle in the line of trees.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Edward rages.

“I needed to hunt! Her blood is overwhelming! I had not fed in days!” Carlisle shows through his thoughts how he had been feeding on human blood recently and his reaction to Bella’s when he walks her outside was overwhelming. Carlisle took off to hunt to be better prepared to avoid any accidents and to protect Isabella. Edward glowered as his father moved closer.

Edward surveyed the scene and he was livid. He couldn’t decide what to do first. Hug his mother for protecting Bella, beat the fuck out of Carlisle for fucking his mom and being thirsty in Isabella’s presence, or to jump into the car with Isabella and leave them both behind because he simply couldn’t let her go off alone.

Isabella opens her car door climbs in just as Edward steps forward to attempt to stop her, only to now have both his mother and Carlisle in front of him blocking him from harming her which is what they thought he would do.

That was all he needed to let his beast out and he roars at them crashing into Carlisle and throwing him to the ground while Isabella pulls away not actually seeing the fight that was ensuing behind her as she drives off.

She has tears in her eyes as she drives home. How could he embarrass her in front of his mother like that! He was such an ass and God how she hated him for being who he was. What made it all seem worse was the fact that she also began to feel a deep loss the more distance that grew between them and she didn’t understand it at all.

By the time she pulls up the drive home the sun was about to rise and to her surprise, there he stands on her front step and her mouth falls open.

What in the hell?  

He was a sight. His shirt is torn nearly completely off, he is dirty from head to toe and he is oozing what she was sure was blood and something else from his shoulder.

“How the hell did you get here so fast? And what the hell happened to you?” She yells as she climbs out of Halle and makes her way to him.

“Get your ass in the house now!” He growls still angry that she went off alone.

Her eyes widen and she knows instantly that her outburst was not going to go unpunished. He was a dominant, not a pussy and he wasn’t about to back down not even to his own flesh and blood obviously as she was sure the way he looked it appeared he had fought with his father.

She narrows her eyes at him and snaps, “I said I am not your submissive right now what part of that did you not understand?”

“I am not telling you that as my submissive! I am telling you as my fucking mate! GET IN THE FUCKING HOUSE NOW!” He roars.

Isabella could not believe that she instantly gets aroused by his anger. She curses herself for it and Edward’s expression morphed from anger to confusion in a matter of seconds.

Shit shit shit! Damn him to hell! Why does he have to be so God damn beautiful when he is so angry! It isn’t fair!!

Edward’s lip lifts in an all-knowing smirk and Isabella glares at him instantly because she knows now that he is inside of her head. She stomps up the stairs and curses under her breath but Edward hears every word. The minute the front door is unlocked and open he scoops her up, throws her over his shoulder, kicking the door closed, and starts up the stairs searching for a bathroom. He heads straight for her room and into her bathroom and gapes at the style and size of the entire room! His previous visit did not really give him time to take in the décor when he was frantically searching for her the last time he was here.  

“Well, well, someone likes to be pampered, no wonder you take so long in here.” The words were out before he realized what he had said. 

 

“What does that mean? How do you know how long I take in the bathroom?”

Edward’s eyes widen when he realizes that he just said something he should not have said. The fact that she did not know he was watching her and he has mentioned this now, how the fuck was he going to get out of this one?

“Every girl takes an unusually long time in the bathroom doesn’t she? I supposed you are the same as all the rest, considering you took a long time in my bathroom.” He shrugs.

“Edward Cullen…that is not what you meant! How do you know how long I take and put me down!” she pounded on his marble hard body and shook her hand out when it actually felt like she had made contact with a brick wall with her fist.

Edward sets her down and cradles her hand to soothe the pain.

“What are we doing in here?” she yells and he smiles at her because she is adorable when she is angry. A kitten that thinks she is a tiger. He loves her feisty and he just wants to pounce on her.

“I need a bath!” he growls trying to feign his angry mood still, her face falls as she assesses his shoulder.

“What happened?” her voice softens, she steps up to peel his torn shirt off and he watches his beloved mate go from angry to worried with genuine concern for his well being in a flash of a second as she tends to his wound, that will be healed by nightfall. His heart swells because she cares and he smiles at her with a longing as if he hasn’t had her in hours, and come to think of it…he hasn’t.

“Shower with me?” he wraps his arms around her and she frowns.

“Only if you tell me what happened, but remember I am really tired, I do need to sleep at some point. I am not a vampire!” She yawns.

“He bit me. But it was only because he thought I would hurt her.” Edward mumbles.  

“Dr. Cullen bit you?” She wipes at his oozing wound with a piece of cotton.

“He was defending his mate Isabella. Of course, he is going to bite me. She wouldn’t have, at least I hoped she wouldn’t but she came in between us as we fought, and I am happy to say I kicked his God damn ass! The fucker deserved it!”

Bella burst into giggles. “I am sorry…I know it’s not funny…but you kicked your vampire father’s ass just sounds so…strange!” she laughs.

Edward smirks. “That’s okay…he is trying to reattach a few fingers and an arm.”

Isabella stared at him in horror, her laughter all but gone now.

“Relax we can reattach limbs if they are ripped off in a scuffle, I won’t say it doesn’t hurt like a bitch though and I assure you the fucker is suffering. In fact, this little bite will heal in no time but it stings like a bitch! It is a vampire thing.” He smiles down at her and pulls her into him kissing her forehead and hugging her to him tightly.

“Edward how is it that you are here and not with your mother? My God you haven’t seen her in a hundred years!”

“Bella love, I can’t leave you alone. I have to be by you all the time. It isn’t an option for me right now.”

She sighs and moves away from him to go turn on the tub and fill it.  

They both strip and climb in sinking into the warm water his front to her back and he wraps his arms around her. Bubbles spill over the side as he caresses her soft heated skin with his icy cold finger and she sighs as she leans against him. Isabella falls asleep yet again in his arms and he remembers the look on his mother’s face as he turned and ran from her apologizing that he had to go.

“Edward, you look  like your in agony, she has only been gone for a few moments. Go Edward. You cannot continue to fight Carlisle over this. This is between us son, we are mated just as you are with that beautiful girl who is now driving home alone. I promise to find you later son…I need to deal with Carlisle myself. He has a lot of explaining to do as well. We have things to work out.”

Edward turned and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The sun was about to rise and he had to arrive before she did to make sure that no one was at her home waiting for him to slip up. Waiting for him to fail. If someone were waiting for her he wouldn’t be able to protect her so he kicked up his speed and fled through the forest into the city streets and hurled his battered body over the fence that surrounded her property. He just barely made it as her gate began to roll back. He made it and he was pissed.

Now here in his arms, his anger seems to dwindle when it comes to her. She owns him. He sighs and lifts her up to slide out from behind her after he has bathed both of them. He grabs a towel wraps it around his waist and picks her up. Wrapping a towel around her he carries her to her bed.

He murmurs in her ear how much he loves her as he slides the towel over her sleeping body to dry her. Once he too is dry, he climbs in behind her and settles her against him. She shivers and he flips on her electric blanket putting it on the highest setting.

He realizes he needs to purchase some of these because he knows that he does not intend to change her yet. He loves her warmth, her softness. He loves her human and he knows that he will love her as a vampire but he just is not ready to give into that yet. He just needs a little more time with her human because he is selfish and he does not want to give any of those things up yet.

Then it dawns on Edward. How was it that his Mother felt so warm to him when he hugged her? He lays there playing back the memory of her thoughts. Her reactions. His anger spiked at the mere fact that he felt betrayed by his own maker. How could Carlisle keep this from him for so long? It was hard to believe his excuse as he claimed that he just chose not to think of her again. He shut her out of his life and his mind but it was always there he claimed, just deeply buried because to think of his true mate not existing was just far too painful to even hold onto.

Edward hated the fact that his Mother was left among the dead, buried underground. He already had a longing to see her again. Isabella was right. He shouldn’t have reacted to her anger over what she saw happen between him and Isabella, but he was who he was and he wasn’t about to change that for anyone. Not even his own Mother.

He is a vampire now, and it has been over ninety years and she has no right to come into his life and make demands on his actions for her sake. Isabella is his and he will do with her as he sees fit and nothing is going to change that.

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In the following days the plans were set in motion and a funeral was being held on a yacht off the coast of New York.

Edward pleaded one afternoon with Rosalie to allow him to be there to support Isabella during the ceremony. He got his way and even Emmett Cullen was invited to attend.

Rosalie had laid her father to rest and after that Edward decided to take Isabella back to his penthouse in New York while Emmett Cullen made arrangements to take Rosalie out to Edward’s Ranch for a much needed getaway. He was going to tell her out there and this way Edward wouldn’t be far away if she demanded to see Isabella.

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Emmett’s POV

“Fuck am I nervous? Hell yeah. I mean shit what if she don’t react the way I hope she does man?”

“Emmett relax. She either accepts it or she don’t. You can’t change her mind.” Edward whispers in his brothers ear as they stand on the tarmac at JFK. Just remember call if you need anything. Sam is expecting you but he has some family business back home he is going to be leaving the day after tomorrow to take care of.”

I stood and watched Rosalie cry into Bella’s hair. I could see the look in Bella’s eye as if she was asking me to save her. I smirked and decided to go ahead and try.

We boarded the plane and were on our way to the Shawnee Forest Ranch that Edward owned. The place was in the middle of nowhere, it was peaceful, and I think Rosalie could use the rest, which I had planned to give to her for at least a couple of days. Then I was going to spring it on her. Edward was right she either accepts me or she don’t but I truly hoped that it would not go any other way than that she accepted me for what I was. 

It was the third day when I finally decided because last night was truly hard staying out of her room. I snuck in and watched her sleep. Now I understood why Edward did it. It made sense because you could learn a lot about a person as they slept. The little noises they make. The words they say in their sleep. I got a real good grip on the rhythm of her heart. I had that shit down. Her heartbeat was a beautiful sound but I felt like shit that I didn’t want it around anymore. I knew I wanted it to stop and that was wrong. But if she continued to live she would have chosen to do so without me and I hoped that wasn’t the case.

“What is bugging you. You certainly are quiet today.” She asks as she walks out onto the porch and sits down next to me. The sun was setting over the mountains. It was Twilight. Edward always said it was the safest time of night for us so I just now decided it was time.

“Baby, I need to talk to you about something.”

“Is this good or bad?”

“Aww Rosie, you can’t ask that because I don’t know how to answer that question!”

“Well just tell me what is it?”

“Rosalie Hale. I have fallen in love with you and there is no other way to just say this without blurting it out so that is what I am going to do. I am a vampire. Yes baby. I am a walking dead man. I drink blood to survive and you are technically my mate and I want you with me which means I am going to have to change you to make that happen. But sadly I may have to ask for help because I am not sure I can do it without killing you. Edward said he would help me do it. So what do you say?”

Her expression is blank before she bursts out laughing.

I close my eyes and know this can’t be good. What the hell do I do now?

S*h*h*h*h*h

Edward’s POV

I wasn’t about to let Isabella go back home after the funeral. We were already in New York for the ceremony and there was no reason we should go all the way back to Chicago.

The funeral was held on a yacht out over the east coast and we had arrived back into the harbor at around two in the afternoon. I opted to just go straight to the penthouse and let Isabella take a much needed rest for a while as it had been a long emotional day.

I waited till I couldn’t wait no more and I approached the bed where she was all snuggled up against her pillow and I hated that. I cant believe I wanted to bite a God damn pillow for snuggling with my girl. I am jealous of a feather fucking pillow. Unbelievable.

My girl. I growled under my breath.

Huh…I liked the sound of that. I slipped in behind her, pulled her to me, and started kissing on her neck. I purred and God that felt strange to do but it also felt natural at the same time. I am just stunned when it comes out of me like that on instinct but it is just another confirmation that she belongs with me.

“Wake up Angel.” I nuzzle behind her ear.

“Hmm…I am awake.”

“You are? Why are you faking like you’re asleep.”

“Cause I am enjoying your attention at waking me up.” She giggles. I can’t help but chuckle at her.

“I want you.” I moan in her ear.

“You want me?” I can feel her smile against me as she wiggles her ass into my hardness.

I growled at her teasing. “You know I do. Master needs his playtime.”

“Hmm…will Master give me permission to shower and shine for him first?”

“You know I will.”

An hour later I am standing over my collared submissive dressed just the way she was before in white nylons kneeling before me.

I lead her to my chair and have her sit down for me not yet laying her back.

I tie the blindfold on her eyes and help her lay back.

“We are going to play a little game Isabella.”

“Hmm…”

“You are to lie perfectly still.” I smirk as she follows my directions.

I rush down the stairs and pull out a tray of ice. Setting several ice cubes in a bowl and make my way back up.

I set the bowl down, turn off the lights dimming the room with just the candles lit around it. I pick up the first ice cube and barely touch her nipple. 

“Me….or ice?” I whisper and her body shudders against the sensation of the cool cube.

“Shall I try that again?” I ask when I don’t get a response because she cocks her head as if she is confused. “Yes.”

“Ice or me?”

“Ice.”

“Very good.” I coo. I unfasten my pants for effect and let them drop removing my boxers as well and then I move slowly to pick up another ice cube and gently rub it along her jaw.

“Ice or me?” I whisper right there next to her ear trying to confuse her.

“Ice.”

“Hmm…” She is good at this. I glide my tongue along the side swell of her breast.

“Me or Ice?”

Her breath hitches. “You.” She quivers and I can’t help but smile.

“Uh huh.” I reply seductively. I pick up a piece of fresh ice and let it drip on her navel pooling inside of it. I glide my tongue over it and circle.

“Me or Ice?”

“Both.” She giggles.

“Hmm…have you played this before?” I cock my brow at her even though I know she can’t see me.

“No! Of course not!”

“Hmm..” I hum into her ear and lick the shell of it.

“You.”

“I didn’t ask yet.” I pull back and look at her and she is grinning.

“Oh sorry.”

I stand up and run the tip of my cock across her lips and ask, “Me or ice?” she licks her lips and I growl. “Hey that is cheating!”

“Yummy…baby all you!” 

I pull her blindfold off and look into her beautiful chocolate eyes.

“I don’t want you to be denied the sight of this.” I move down between her legs, bend her knee and start to lick from the inside of her knee all along the inside of her thigh right along her femoral artery. It smells fucking heavenly and I know when I mark her I have already decided where her scar’s will be displayed on her body. I plan to sink my teeth into the left side just below her hip but above her pussy because tasting that sweet blood mixed with her wetness is ambrosia. I will leave a perfect crescent imprint of my teeth that I get to look at while I am down dining on her pussy. I plan to pierce her inner thigh with both fangs. I will be fucking her while I sink all my teeth into her throat where every vampire that sees her will know that she belongs to Edward Cullen and the reason they will know it is me…is because I plan to engage both my top and bottom fangs. I will drink her to death but hold her at the edge. She will be mine in every way.

I press my tongue in the folds of her lips and begin to devour the wetness of her as she writhes under my tongue’s assault on her clit.

Her hands come down and she buries her fingers in my hair and I pull back.

“Do I need to fasten my little angel down to keep her hands from doing delicious things to goad me on?”

“No!” She snaps and pulls my hair down and pushes her hips up bringing my lips back to her delicious center. She wants it bad and I am not about to fucking deny her the joy of getting her to come on my lips. I make fast work licking and sucking and slurping her every way that I can teasing her clit and nipping at it biting and licking while my fingers wiggle their way down around the rim of her ass and she froze. “Relax baby you are so fucking wet that it is dripping right down.” I wiggle my finger while I flex my tongue on her clit and she bucks up into my mouth and I give her a treat and let it go at vampire speed like a fucking vibrator set on super fucking high and her body ungulates in the chair from the sensation of it and just like that, the length of my finger slides into her ass and its fucking tight. She grinds down and gasps out in pleasure and I find her moving faster and faster and before I realize it she is fucking my finger while I focus on her clit. I can’t take it another minute and I have to have her and it has to be now. There is no more time for play no more time for warming up and no more time for ice. I grip her by her middle pick her up and turn us around and bend her over the contour of the chair.

I bend over and slide my cock inside of her pussy and groan at the warmth of her.

“I am going to fuck you silly little girl.” Gripping her waist and thrust into her and she cries out and I can tell it’s a pleasure cry and not one of pain. So I continue to thrust into her heat and pick up an ice cube and run it along her spine next to my tongue and ask,

“Ice or me?”

She arches her back and cries out “Both! God I am so close Master please.”

“Please what Isabella.” I press my thumb to her ass and start putting pressure on it sliding in and out of her repeatedly.

“Please yes! Fuck me…”

“Fuck you where?” I ask and push a little harder pressing my thumb into her hot little ass.

“Wherever my master wishes.”

I growl and grab the lube squirt it on the top of the crack of her ass and slide two fingers up her ass as I pound into her pussy.

“Like this?” I grunt and groan into her ear and nip at her lobe and I am so close to coming feeling like I am ready to explode she cries out, “Yes!” And that is all it takes as I feel her hot pussy contract in violent spasms over my cock pulling each cold stream of my come out of me and I can’t help but cry out, “I love fucking you! God!” Her ass tightens and she continues to come violently with me. It is heavenly and I swear I have died and gone to fucking heaven the minute that Isabella Swan walked into my club and claimed my body from the moment my green eyes met her beautiful chocolate ones only a few short weeks ago.

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