Chapter 30 Change of Plans

Okay I have to make a confession here…I just reread a portion of this story and I was like holy shit that is fucking kinky!! Who writes this naughty?

Then I remembered it was mine! Good grief! I AM a pervert! Hahaha…

Shhhhh…..

Chapter 30

Change of Plans

Edward stood in the shadows watching her from the darkness. The door is ajar enough for him to see everything. He knew his actions are questionable and would be seen by any outsider as twisted and perverse, but he just couldn’t help it. She was stunning and to see her getting ready for him stirred him up physically and emotionally and she had the power to hold his attention where he stood.

Isabella walks across the bedroom, looks down on the bed seeing the items her Master laid out for her. He shoulders were glistening from the few remaining water droplets that clung to her skin from the shower. With her hairbrush in hand, she then walks over to the mirror and pulls out the comb that holds it up. It falls loosely down over her bare shoulders. She brushed through it quickly and returns to the items on the bed.

Edward watches her unhitch the knot in the front of the oversized bath towel and she wipes the remaining wetness from her skin, and then drops the towel to the floor. His breath hitches even though he has seen her so many times before like this. Naked. She grabs the first garment and slides the pure white nylon hose over her toes along her foot working it up her leg gradually to where it stops mid thigh. It grips onto her leg. “hmmm…” she mutters surprised she doesn’t need a garter belt to hold the thigh high bow nylons up. She slides the other one on as well and she knows the collar and cuffs are not for her to put on even though they are lying there but she also takes notice of something new. She picks up the high sheen gloss, turns, walks to the mirror, and cocks her head to the side.

She blows out a puff of air while Edward holds his breath to keep her from discovering his perverted ass is watching her.

She twists the cap and pulls out the wand and she sniffs it. She giggles to herself at the fact that Edward picked out a cherry scent. Although flavors had no place in a vampire diet, Edward picked the flavor more for her. He just liked the way the high gloss shine looked on her luscious lips remembering back that night at the club when they danced. He loved the taste of her in her purest form but he was willing to mix it up with a little flavor for her also. Edward was about to find out that the mix between the two was a flavor he was about to find indescribable and the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

He holds in the groan that almost escapes as he watches the wand glide along her bottom plump lip. His mouth pools with venom and his cock hardens further. She looks fucking sinful and he cannot wait another minute.

He silently moves to stand and lean against the doorjamb so that he makes his presence known, clearly seeing his reflection in the floor length mirror behind her. Her eyes met with his and a soft bashful smile graced her lips. She flushed and his throat hissed at the scorching burn to remind him that she was his prey.

 His voice is commanding and her Master has just given her an order.

“Kneel where you are but keep your eyes up and on mine in the reflection of the mirror. I won’t keep you in this position for long.” 

He moves like a blur as he grabs her collar, only now to be standing behind her. He leans down their eyes still locked in one another’s gaze in the mirror and he whispers next to her ear, “Your Master is pleased Isabella. You did an excellent job at making my Angel look even more sinful. I assure you that I will reward you for pleasing me.”

He stands back up and commands “Lift your hair up for me love.”

Isabella reaches under her mane and lifts it up for him to place the red velvet collar on her throat. He checks sliding two of his cool fingers under it once it is fastened to assure that it is not too snug on her neck. He takes her hair from her and wraps his wrist around it tugging it back to make her look up at him as he stands over behind her holding it snug.

“Beautiful.” He smirks down at her his eyes darting from the collar to her lips and back to his collar. He holds out his hand and says, “Come. It is time to pleasure you’re Master.”

She takes his hand, he helps her to her feet, and she stands before him now completely naked in only a pair of white thigh high stockings, her red velvet collar, and her “fucking beautiful” ring that adorns her thumb. He grins widely knowing that all these things are the things he bought solely for her as he walks over to the bed grabbing the thigh and ankle cuffs and a lead. He turns to snap the lead on her collar and turns back to pull her along behind him as she follows on her tiptoes in the stockings so as not to snag them on the floor as she pads behind him.

He holds a steady stride that she can keep up with and begins to move up the spiral staircase towards the third floor.

He opens the door and she follows in behind him. His phone vibrates in his pocket and he growls under his breath and reaches in to silence it. Interruptions are not an option when he has needs that need attending to, and right now Isabella is what he needs.

He lays the cuffs down on his table, unfastens her lead, walks over to hang it on one of the many hooks he has along the wall.

“We will start with your reward first and then I plan to prepare you Isabella.” He steps up behind her leans in over her shoulder and whispers in her ear just one word, “Anally.” Isabella’s breath hitches at the utterance and she can feel her heart rate increase exponentially and Edward can’t help but smile to himself knowing that is the reaction he so desperately wants from her. He inhales and hardens at the faint scent of her fear as it mixes in with her sweet blood.

He realizes that there is something about the scent of her fear that arouses him even further, the monster within him grins wickedly at the thought. Edward tries to ignore the mental note his monster has made to stow away for future planning and he growls at him in disgust.

He slides his hand down and grips her waist pulling her body back to his while his other hand reaches around and he growls in her ear while he cups her sex slipping one finger in her already soaking wet lips. He takes one long swipe and pulls his finger out and brings it up to her lips and begins to mix it in with the cherry flavored lip gloss that makes her lips look all that more delectable.

“Turn your head Isabella.” He commands and she does as he asks as her nostrils now fill with both the scent of her sex and the cherry lip-gloss he purchased for her.

“Lick them for me.” He cocks his brow as if he dares her to deny his request as he waits. She blushes furiously and slowly slips her tongue out, starting from top lip in the right corner, she swirls her tongue around to the left and down along her lower lip tasting the mixture of her arousal on her lips pausing to hold her bottom lip in her teeth. A gentle rumble emanates from his chest and his mouth falls open at the action. His cock is so fucking hard he cannot stand it being confined any longer and he is about ready to lose his pants when his fucking cell phone vibrates again. His nostrils flare and he hisses at the mere fact that someone is not letting up on contacting him. He moves away from her and walks to his armoire and pulls out a black silk scarf and returns to her and steps behind her while he slides the scarf over her eyes.

Isabella’s breath hitches again, her blood fills with adrenalin and anxiety fills her senses.

“Trust me Angel. I won’t do anything you don’t wish to happen.” He ties the scarf in a knot and walks around taking his hands and places them around her waist as he turns her slowly and pushes her backwards until the back of her legs hit his Eesse. 

 

He takes her hands and holds them up, “I won’t let you fall just sit back down love.” He watches her give in and she lowers her body down to a curved shape form underneath her. It is soft and cushioned comfortably and she is happy about it because her bruised tailbone appreciates the cushiony softness. Her body contorts to the shape and Edward cannot help but growl out a moan at the sight of her. He walks back to the armoire and pulls out the new toy he just purchased while she was in the dressing room. He purchases several but this one he was dying to try on her.

His pocket vibrated again and he stopped his approach, yanked his phone out, and read the text from his brother.

Where the fuck is Isabella?

Em

With me why?

E~

She hasn’t called Rosalie back! SHE FUCKING NEEDS HER!

Em

Yes she has I was there when she left a message.

E~

Have her call Rosalie EDWARD STOP KEEPING HER FROM HER BEST FRIEND! HER FATHER JUST DIED ASSHOLE!

Em

We have plans today. Can’t this wait?

E~

Edwards’s cell phone vibrated as he began to put it back in his pocket. He was pissed now and walked out of the room down the hall aways from Bella.

“What the fuck do you want Emmett?”

“Dude you need to bring her home Rosalie needs her. She is stressing out about her father’s funeral.”

Edward sighed.  “Ask Esme to help her with it.”

Emmett laughs. “Yeah like that is Esme’s biggest concern right now, she has enough going on!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Edward asks.

“You really are out of the loop man. Esme caught Carlisle with one of his human whore nurses fucking in his office. She has been staying with me asshole in case you were wondering! She actually has a couple of places she is looking at in the next day or two. She has decided to file for divorce! She is leaving him, moving out on her own in case you cared to ever return any of her phone calls! God you’re so fucking full of yourself Edward fuck how can you be so fucking selfish?”

Edward stands here and cannot help but wonder why Carlisle went about getting out of the relationship this way. He knew that Carlisle and Esme were not mated and that his feelings about their marriage had changed over the course of the last couple of months, but this did not seem like Carlisle’s style. Their convenient lifestyle was just that, for convenience but to divorce so suddenly.

“Dad took off also, he called last night and said he was taking some time off. He left fucking town!”

“What do you mean took off?”

“He just called and said he was going to take a couple of weeks off and said he would call when he got back in town.”

“Well that isn’t like him. He actually took the time off work?” Edward asks incredulously.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Now his concern was starting to surface. He was wondering what in the hell was up with Carlisle. “Did he say we could reach him on his cell?” He asked.

“Nope. He said something about going nomad for a while.”

“What?” Edward blurts out. There has never been a time that he has not been able to contact Carlisle in all the years he has lived and this unnerved him. He did not understand why it did. It just did.  

“I know I thought the same thing. It doesn’t sound like him at all but hey I got my own shit going on you know with Rose and all.”

“Did you tell Rosalie?” He asks.

“No. Our trip was cut short.” Emmett growled.

“So are you going to bring Bella home or am I going to have to sick Rosalie on you. Don’t think I will not do it man. I know you are in New York. I am not an idiot! I called and spoke to Zafrina. She said she saw you and naturally, I put two and two together! BRING HER HOME EDWARD! FUCKING NOW!”

“Emmett we have an arrangement.”

“Change it! This is fucking important.”

“So is my arrangement.”

“You mean your dick!”

“Fuck you Emmett!”

“No Edward what is going to happen is I am going to call Rosalie right fucking now and see if she would like to jump on a chartered plane to go for a little trip to New York to see her best friend. I am not fucking around Edward. I already spoke to your pilot and your driver. Your driver will be at your place…oh well gee, if you had answered your phone he would be an hour but he is already down stairs and your pilot is at the airport. GET YOUR ASS HOME NOW!”

Edward growls under his breath.

“Emmett you are crossing lines you should not be crossing brother.”

“I don’t give a fuck! NOW!”

Edward’s temper flares. “I swear to fucking God when I get there it is going to be me and you!” He hangs up the phone. His nostrils flare and Isabella’s scent lures him back in to his playroom.

“Fuck!” he growls and walks over to her lifting her up and pulling off her blindfold.

“Angel, we have to stop. I am so fucking sorry. I have to get you home to see Rosalie. She needs you now.”

Isabella stands there stunned. She cannot believe that he is doing this and finds the action so considerate that he cares enough to see that she gets home when her friend needs her the most. Little does she know that Edward doesn’t really have a choice in the matter.

He cups her cheeks, pulls her in for a deep kiss, and makes a promise the moment they get to be alone again he will make it up to her. Every bit of it.

S*h*h*h*h*h…..

Five hours later Edward and Bella are in Chicago as Peter pulls up on the tarmac to pick them up in his Mercedes that eerily reminds her of Caius’s. She freezes the moment they head towards it and a slight whimper escapes her lips. Edward turns to look at her surprised by her reaction to Peter. He doesn’t realize it is the car and not Peter standing next to it that halts her in her tracks.

“Angel?”

Isabella’s eyes dart up to his and back at the car, she closes her eyes for a minute, and a memory flashes in her mind.

Caius’s hands on her breasts and she gasps.

“Bella what is it?” Edward is worried now.

She tries to cover her reaction but it is too late and she grabs his shirt and pulls him to her hugging him. His scent fills her nostrils and she sighs.

Her voice is faint and nearly broken. “The car.”

Peter stands there and looks down at his car wondering what the hell is wrong with his car as he can hear them all the way over from where he is parked.

“Oh Angel. It is just Peter. He is one of my best friends. He won’t hurt you. I promise and yeah you are right the cars are similar but they are not the same. ”Edward realizes that they are damn near identical but he tries to soothe her worries.

She quickly apologizes for her reaction and Edward knows now that this is all bullshit and it is far too soon for her to be back here in Chicago and he now wants to beat his brother’s ass for insisting on it.

“Hey Edward is everything alright?” Peter yells from the car.

“Yeah, just a second.” He yells back and hugs Bella tighter.

“Come on Angel we need to get you to Rosalie’s.”

An hour later, they are pulling up to the front of Rosalie Hale’s house. On the drive there, Edward introduces Isabella to Peter and she knows instantly that he is a vampire.

“Wow there are a lot of you.” She mumbles.

Peter laughs and smirks with a snarky reply, “Yeah we sort of blend in don’t we?” He wags his brow at her and she cannot help but giggle because he is extremely handsome, only not as handsome as Edward is, and that statement could be the furthest thing from the truth. She noticed they were all different the first night she was in the club. They most definitely did blend in according to her observations.

Edward did not inform Isabella that Peter was there the night he found her, for fear of bringing out any other horrible memories.

The rest of the drive to the house was chitchat about Carlisle and Esme and Edward’s concern for his parents while Bella sat in the back seat listening to the two banter over what they both thought was almost intentional on Carlisle’s part. He could have heard her coming. Hell, he should have smelled her. So why did he allow himself to be caught?

Peter concluded that he was just done with the relationship and that was that.

Bella leaned out to the intercom in front of Rosalie’s house and pressed the code that allowed her to bypass the system and open the gate. Peter pulled up, drove around the circular driveway, and parked his car. He got out opening Bella’s door before Edward could get around and Edward growled at him. Peter chuckled and mocked a teasing “You snooze you lose.” Edward’s way.

Bella laughed at their speed and she realized that Rosalie still wasn’t aware but she looked over at Edward and nodded up to the security camera. He glanced up and cursed under his breath but the front door opened and Emmett bound down the front steps and walked right over to his brother his nostrils flaring.

“I will talk to you later!” he growled and looked down at Bella. “Hey cutie how are you doing?”

“I am good Emmett.” She smiles up at him.

“Well that is good to hear. I wished I could say the same for our Rosalie in there but she is coming apart and needs someone and I think that someone is you.” He reaches out takes her hand and pulls her along up to the house glaring over his shoulder at Edward.

Peter chuckles and chants under his breath, “Someone is in trouble…..” he says in a singsong voice and socks Edward right square in the center of his chest.

“Fuck you Peter!” he growls and falls in behind his brother as they head for the house.

It is obvious that Rosalie Hale’s home is far more expensive than Bella’s was and now that Edward is seeing it in the daytime he smirks remembering the night he watched Isabella secretly in the shadows while she masturbated thinking of him.

When they stepped into the sitting room Rosalie was standing there yelling into her phone about some sort of issue with the will and what her father had made as a last request for his remains to be handled. Apparently, Rosalie did not agree to a burial at sea and she argued that she would not have any place to put flowers on and how was she ever going to swim in the ocean again knowing her father is floating around in the water.

Peter had to hold back his laughter at that last comment and so he turned to look away to avoid cracking up at such a sensitive subject. However, he could see her point.

She turned and the moment her eyes landed on Bella, huge tears welled up in her eyes and she dropped the phone, ran for her best friend, and began sobbing in her arms.

Bella soothed her, shushed her, and pulled her over to the couch to let her cry out her grief. The guys stood there more uncomfortable than ever and Emmett suggested they go get something for the girls to drink. All of them followed out to the kitchen.

Emmett turned to Edward and said, “SEE! I told you!” speaking so low and fast there was no way the girls could hear them. He wanted to lunge at his selfish prick of a brother.

“Calm down Emmett he is here now.” Peter stood between the two brothers trying to maintain some sort of calm between them.

“You need to check yourself Emmett! How dare you order my driver and pilot to be ready to come and get me without first consulting with me? They both got a rash of shit for it and God damn it they know better than to even consider taking any orders from you again dear brother!”

“Fuck you! This was an emergency!” Emmett growled.

Edward’s cell phone beeped and he pulled it out noting a text from an unknown number. He wondered if it was Carlisle and read the message.

Welcome Home…Edward, many have missed you, but one of us in particular missed you more than any other.

Edward growled and handed his phone to Peter who read the message.

Obviously, the same person had sent the messages before.

“Who is it?” Emmett asked.

“Don’t worry about it.” Edward glared at him.

“Listen little brother if you are still being threatened then don’t you think it would be wise for me to know this? Leaving me out of the loop certainly is not going to help your situation any. Fuck Edward I am your god damn brother don’t you think that I care enough to know what the fuck is going on in your fucked up life even if you don’t want to share all the gory details with me?”

Edward looked at Peter and Peter nodded and handed the phone to Emmett.

“It’s the seventh one he has gotten. Someone is watching him. We just do not know whom. Alice cannot see them. I have been unable to track them because they use random pay as you go phones.” Peter informed Emmett of the rest of the various details while Edward walked over to the door to make sure that Rosalie and Bella were where he left them. The sight of her eased him tremendously but his fears were building for her safety in this town.  

He began to wonder; now that they were back in town exactly where in the hell would Bella be staying? Their two weeks had been interrupted and he certainly was not about to allow her to stay at her home alone. He had to make plans and he had to confer with her before they decided what to do next.

He then thought of his parent’s home. No one was there and he was not fond of the idea of taking her to the penthouse for the number of vampire submissives he had traipsing in and out of the place. He knew that was not an option and he thought better of it and remembered that his mother was staying with Emmett. Maybe she would give permission to stay on the estate. It was as secure as Fort Knox. Hell his father even had reinforced metal shutters that glided down over the windows at the push of a button. He could barricade her in there and that thought appealed to him far more than it should have.

His attention returned to his brother who had just stated that this funeral was private. This concerned Edward because if that were true and Isabella was one of the ones to attend then he would have to insist on being with her.

This was however not something he wanted to insist on but there was no other option.

“What do you mean private?” Edward asked Emmett.

“You know private. Family only.”

“Is Bella invited?” he asked.

“Of course.” Emmett replied looking at his brother as if he was stupid.

“What about you?” Edward cocked his brow looking at him curiously.

“No. I am not going. I don’t even know the man.”

“I can’t allow that.” Edward said matter of factly.

“What do you mean you can’t allow that?” Emmett glowered at his brother.

“Exactly what I said. Either I go with Bella or she doesn’t attend.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“The hell I can’t brother!”

Peter steps in between them again and says. “Hey this really isn’t the time. I understand your concerns Edward but really we can make sure she is safe without interfering with the ceremony.”

“And just how do you propose we do that? She will be on a ship out at sea! It isn’t about to happen damn it! I won’t let her out of my sight!”

“Excuse me?” Rosalie interrupted the conversation the three vampires were so heavily into that not one of them heard her coming.

Edward turned to look at her and gave her a sad smile.

“I am sorry Rosalie I truly send my condolences to you and your family.”

“No that isn’t what this discussion was about. It was about you not allowing Bella out of your sight! What is that about?”

“Rosie baby. It’s nothing.” Emmett tries to soothe her worried expression.

“Shut up Emmett!” she growled and turned to Edward. “Where were you two? Why did I not get a call back from Isabella? What have you been doing with her!?”

“I don’t think that is any of your business.” Edward stands taller his anger spiking.

“The hell it isn’t! She is my best friend! You came out of nowhere and snatch her away like a thief in the night and I have every right to be concerned! She is young and impressionable and you are far too much of a fucking player to be trusted Edward Cullen! You are going to break her heart again just like you did on the dance floor that night at your precious fucking club!”

“What is going on in here?” Isabella steps into the room hearing all the yelling.

“I don’t trust him.” Rosalie points at Edward as she turns to look at Bella.

“Why not? What has he done to make you say that?” Bella asked.

Rosalie’s tone calmed and she looked at her best friend with softened eyes. “Bella sweetie you know I love you and I would hate to see anyone take advantage of you.”

Bella cocks her head to the side looking at her best friend and suddenly Rosalie gasped.

“What?” Bella looked at her best friend surprised.

“You lost it! Edward is the one that took it isn’t he?” her voice rose higher than anyone expected.

“Lost what?” Emmett asked.

“Her virginity!” Rosalie turned to Edward and her glare could have set him on fire where he stood.

Edward smirked like the fucker he was and he should have been anything but smug but he just couldn’t help it.

Damn right I did and until my fucking brother interrupted my time I was about to pop an anal cherry!

It was a good thing no one in the room could read Edward’s mind. At the same time he was hit with a barrage of hateful words spewing from Rosalie’s brain at him like a tennis ball machine spitting out tennis balls for practice set on a high return rate.

“ROSALIE!” Bella yelled at her. Her face was crimson in front of all those in the room.

“You bastard! She is just a kid!” Rosalie lunged for him but Emmett grabbed her in time to stop her from assaulting his brother.

“Shhhh. Rose I know he is a fucking prick. I can’t make excuses for his ass but please baby you need to calm down or I am going to have to take that doctors advice and sedate you!”

Bella steps up to Edward and he slides his arm around her shoulder.

“Rosalie don’t you think that my sex life is mine and not to be laid out in front of total strangers.” She looks around the room blushing when Peter cannot help but wink at her to watch the color flood her face again. Edward growls.

Rosalie yanks her arms away from Emmett and she glares at Edward as she threatens him, “You so much as hurt her in any way and I will make sure every beloved car you ever owned will not be touched by any decent mechanic in the Chicago area and I assure you Edward Cullen I have connections you don’t even want to tangle with! Don’t you dare break her heart!” She stormed out of the room and up the stairs.

“Well I guess she told you now didn’t she little brother!” Emmett bellowed out laughing.

“Shut up Emmett!”

S*h*h*h*h*h….

Elizabeth Masen stood in the window of the high-rise hotel in New York. The sun was setting as she looked down over the city. Carlisle Cullen stepped up behind her naked, wrapped his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear. “Penny for your thoughts.”

“I was just thinking how Edward would have loved New York. I still get an occasional memory of him even if they are blurry and his excitement over the county fair every year was a time I looked forward to. He loved it at night especially with all the lights that lit up the carnival. We even took him to the circus once. I remember it. It is one of the clearer memories.”

Carlisle stiffened and his guilt began to chip away at him. He wanted to keep Elizabeth to himself. He would have loved that but he knew deep down that it had to come out. All of it. He would have to face Edward and knowing over the course of the last two days that he was keeping a secret he had no right to keep at all he instantly made that decision. He had to tell them. He wasn’t about to wait another moment. This was too much and the fact that he kept it from the other over those two days would be unforgivable. He slid away from Elizabeth and went to pick up his phone and he called his son. Her son.

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