a/n
steps on her soapbox bats her lashes at all…
I have to laugh when I get reviews that are miffed by Bella’s reactions when she gives into Edward’s sexual prowess when she should be angry with him for his erratic behavior.
Let’s get freaking real here peeps….anyone of you knows that if Edward fucking Cullen cocked his head to the side, flashes you that dazzling half smirk, gave you those bedroom eyes, licked his godforsaken sinful lips all while eye fucking you up and down….The fact that he just sucked the life out of and killed your beloved dog wouldn’t be the thing you were thinking about and you fucking know it!
LMAO….
Edward uses his prowess to avoid the bad to enjoy the good. He doesn’t give a rats ass about pretty much anything he chooses not to. *taps her lip… didn’t I say that once? Twice? Well this is the last time…
He turns on the charm and he is always going to opt for the love/sex versus the drama.
I for one love him for it because as one of my lovely reviewers ladykt so eloquently put it...
He is the Master of Avoidance….he is sooo me.
Don’t hate…grab your hobo and enjoy!
*takes the hem of her skirt bows in a curtsey and grins cheekily….with that I give you….the next chapter…for all you plot loving deviants…*giggle snorts*
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Chapter 38
A storm’s a brewing
Carlisle sat in his large sitting room where his family and friends have gathered to do something they know is not going to be welcome nor is it going to go over so well with a certain six foot two vampire that is stubborn arrogant and too damn independent for his own damn good…however…they have no choice.
“They are consummate lovers.” Carlisle stated.
“I thought that was a myth.” Emmett rolls his eyes.
“No son. Not any more of a myth than you or I?” Carlisle chuckles.
In the vampire world there is a phenomenon known as consummate love. It is a love that is theorized to be that love associated with the perfect couple. It is a love that stays strong from the moment of proximity and stays true throughout their lifetime. It never falters, it never wanes there fore it never dies.
“Edward’s eye color is still green is it not Elizabeth?”
“Yes. I have never seen it any other color.”
“Has anyone seen his eyes revert back to gold, red or black since he has been with Isabella?” He asked.
“No.” There were several nodding.
“That settles it. Alice was right. He is truly mated and therefore they need to be protected at ALL costs.”
“Why?” Rosalie asks. “Well I didn’t mean it like that I mean…what are you talking about.”
“Rosalie in both our worlds we see people marry and divorce. Fall into infidelity. Fall out of love. Rarely do you see a couple that overcomes every obstacle in front of them to continue on and love for all their lives. The phenomenon is becoming more rare. Edward and Isabella are meant to have that kind of love. It will only intensify if she is turned.
Think of it as say for example…Romeo and Juliet. They are the famous star crossed lovers. They were that type of love and they tragically lost their lives and it should not have happened because they are so few and far between, there are few examples left to follow and I for one am not about allow another tragic love story grace the history books to be left wondering what if. Edward and Bella need to be around for decades to help both species grow together instead of apart. They are the love story of the century and it is our responsibility to see that they survive whatever comes their way.”
Rain in the middle of summer in Chicago is strange. Actually, to most anyone when you think of summer the last thing you think of is rain.
Lightning lit up the sky over Carlisle Cullen’s estate as the rain pelted the roof relentlessly.
“Edward is in trouble and for unknown reasons he refuses to acknowledge it, refuses to admit to it, may be unwilling to believe it, or is too proud to ask for help.”
Everyone was here to speak to a certain vampire whose lips have never told secrets before, but the question was…could this same vampire be convinced to finally break his silence as he is faced with the eyes of determined creatures set on interfering in something that is none of their concern?
“Elizabeth says they left them in the middle of nowhere in some small airport. Edward had her flown back to Chicago. She hasn’t heard from them since and they didn’t show up to the ranch.”
“Well that’s disconcerting. What the hell happened to them?” Jasper asks
It doesn’t go unnoticed that Elizabeth sits the closest to Carlisle while Esme sits next to her son Emmett. She has yet to meet this woman but Edward told her that his mother returned and he would explain the circumstances later. She watched the two interact and it didn’t take long for Esme to derive a conclusion. She is a woman after all. A woman that was married to this man for some decades and she knew the way Carlisle had a way of swooning her. Elizabeth wasn’t the only one swooned. Carlisle’s eyes were crystal blue and this new vampire that is supposedly Edward’s mother sports a set of eyes just as intensely deep green also.
Her thoughts instantly screamed at her. Mated.
Was she angry? Not at all. Esme was not about to sit around and pine away for Carlisle Cullen. Esme was dating a human and a human she couldn’t wait to introduce her adoptive sons to…but that was a future event she would plan later. Now their focus was on Edward and Isabella.
Elizabeth went on to say that, she surely expected Edward to call because she wanted explanations for things that happened while in New York. That conversation along with dozens of others that have been left unsaid in regards to events involving Edward is starting to leave a trail of pissed off family and friends in his wake.
“Edward’s the most volatile because he is feeling the full effects of his mating where as Isabella isn’t. They are certainly intense but not like Edward’s. They need to be equal otherwise, he is going to flip to the complete opposite and become fatally obsessed with her. Isabella is already affecting his ability to think clearly add to that the dangers facing them already that are insurmountable. His focus should be on solving the threats made against him and if we don’t find them…He will end up killing her before he can change her.
“Alice when did your visions start diminishing? Before or after they met?”
“After. I saw her clearly before then it got all weird.”
“She bears a gift then. What happens to your visions?”
“They disappear or show up in some sort of pop up book. Its really strange.”
“She can disappear mentally and she may be able to project.”
“Edward has always been the epitome of control in all aspects of his life. He is known to be on top of his game at all times, and he excels in any thing he dares to venture into. He didn’t lack confidence and that confidence got him where he is now. However he has lost total focus of everything. I worry he is already reverting.”
“Granted Isabella is his equal. She challenges him even if she is merely human, with an insatiable sex drive that matches his own. She is feisty, sassy, and full of spirit and can always hold her own. She also has a little hidden submissive side of her that bravely ventured out of her bubble to find the Master she often fantasized about which actually makes her one hell of a brave girl considering she is merely 18 years old.” Carlisle continued.
No one ever expected Edward and Bella to fall so hard for one another but the fact that they did was creating some serious waves in the vampire community.
Alice would say it is fate.
“So all you are saying is they are normal kids in love?” Rosalie still looks confused.
“The love these two have for one another is so deep that not even the most famous love stories of all time come close to comparing to the intensity that these two bring out when they lock eyes, and lips and probably when they come together sexually. I wouldn’t be surprised if the fucking earth moved.”
Edward Cullen no longer has control over his destiny as much as he wants to think he always had. He is now completely owned by the tiny human girl. His devotion, adoration, and desires for her are stronger than any human has ever experienced and are going to turn on him and begin to emotionally cripple him. It is bad enough he is forever seventeen. This is a dangerous situation that is brewing like a storm out of control, with no prediction for how or when it will end. Anyone that knows either of these two knows that the world would not be a better place without them.
Even if the Cullen family and friends have to go to extreme measures they will. Yes it will most likely piss off a possessive fierce bronzed haired six foot two vampire but they are doing it to save them…there was no question because to them it will be worth it.
Humans and Vampires are vastly different physically, but there is one thing they both have in common. The ability to love one another—and even though it goes against their very nature—the lion is very capable of falling in love with the stupid lamb.
In their case though the if it isn’t reciprocated in the right intensity the lion will not reason with the lamb and that is where the tragedy lies. In the history of any species combined, a love like this is definitely worth preserving to give both species the gift of witnessing such a love that will most likely never repeat again—ever.
There would be no sinking ships with a shivering Rose and a selfless Jack by her side floating in the frozen Atlantic sea as he takes his last dying breath to give his beloved Rose a chance to live instead of him.
No one that knew and loved Isabella and Edward were about to let a similar tragedy happen to them. Edward’s love for Bella has grown so deep, so fast, no one doubts that it is seared into the flesh of his cold dead heart—forever…and that is what brought everyone here tonight.
“They can’t have just vanished.”
“Listen, I think maybe we are all overreacting. Edward probably whisked her away to some tropical getaway somewhere.” Esme sighs.
“Yeah…not buying that. I believe the arrogant son of bitch has kidnapped her. What the hell is wrong with all you fang bearing bastards to encourage him to pursue a human girl for anyway?” Rosalie snaps. “She is a fucking kid!”
Carlisle chuckles and her eyes land solely on him with a fire burning behind them.
“Listen here mother fucker…if anything happens to her, so help me I will scream at the top of my lungs as to what really is going on here.”
Carlisle’s eyes narrow at her and he clears his throat.
“Rosalie that would not be very wise of you to do so. You may as well just walk into a room full of vampires and slit your throat if you want a similar result, because by the time the words are out of your mouth Vampires will be on you by the hundreds to shut you the hell up. I don’t mean to sound arrogant dear, but we are superior to your kind and your threats are a little weak sweetheart so let it go. If you despise us so much walk out my house and don’t look back, however, I am certain that it isn’t possible.
You have marked a vampire your mate, whether you want to accept that or not is up to you. Might I just give you a heads up in case you haven’t been told this, but usually vampires trump humans.
I wouldn’t blame my son if he drags you off to one of the rooms upstairs and makes his claim on his mate. In fact, I almost encourage it because I have to say sweetheart, you would make one stunning, deadly, ferocious vampire who could seriously kick ass and take a few names. Mark my words.”
His words shock her and she takes his threat seriously, as she sits down next to Emmett. She knows deep down she could never out them because of him. Her feelings for this man outweigh more than anything she ever felt before and it drove her insane that it did. However, it was what it was. Rosalie was into Emmett. Even if he was a bloodsucking beast from the pits of fiery hell.
“I know you care about Isabella but if I know my son, know this. When I came between him and her I nearly lost my head. I hope with all that I am that he would NEVER harm Isabella intentionally. I know that anyone that tries to come between him and her, will sadly pay with their life be them human or vampire. Trust me I have already suffered that after effects of that little scenario…I am lucky he didn’t burn my arm when he held it in his hands in a fit of rage.”
“He is going to turn her isn’t he? That is what he has done kidnapped her to make her like him!” Tears begin to fill Rosalie’s eyes.
“We aren’t that bad. In fact, we have some cool skills Rosalie. We may be frozen, but we still feel.” Alice chirps.
“Yeah? Like that faulty fortunetelling skill you got going on. I get that none of you are ashamed to be what you are and there is no reason to be. I get it really I do but I have taken care of that girl since she lost everything. She has never been away from me this long since she has been out of foster care! I fucking love her like my own kid and damn Edward for taking her and not caring about those that love her!”
“I don’t think Edward is thinking with a clear head, and Edward has never been one to worry what other’s thought. Not even me, and I used to have his utmost respect, even if it is not true anymore due to certain revelations but…we are here to figure out how to find them. I have to a few questions for Peter.” Carlisle turns towards him.
Peter sits there quietly chastising himself for even coming to this witch-hunt. Carlisle called it an intervention but Peter knew an interrogation when he saw one. He considered not coming at all, but he knew that was even more suspicious if he had opted not to show up at all. They would know he knew more than he was letting on and he tries to prepare himself for the onslaught of questions. He hopes his answers appease them all.
“I haven’t talked to Edward.”
“That’s bullshit and you fucking know it!” Ben yells over the room at Peter.
“Are you accusing me of lying?” Peter glares back at Ben.
“Where the fuck is he Peter? You know how dangerously close his life is in jeopardy lately. He has obviously gotten involved in some serious shit! You don’t think we don’t know about the Volturi? Demetri talks. A lot. Too much actually and that fucker has said that Edward is as good as ash when Aro finds his ass and I want to know why that is, and I am guessing you know exactly why.”
“Jealous asshole?” Peter glares at Ben.
“Fuck you.” Ben hisses.
“No thank you…as much as Edward considers you a friend I for one find your fascination for him a little strange. I swear to God I think you are a closet vampire fag who is in lust after your maker. Edward just refuses to see it for what it is.”
“FUCK YOU!” Ben crouches and hisses. Peter responds accordingly to the threat with his own guarded response.
“At least his lips weren’t locked on my throat! Look who the fuck is talking.” Ben retaliates.
“Oh you are jealous! Tsk, tsk, go ahead tell us all about your vampire boy loving fantasies that star your beloved Edward and you.” Peter mocks Ben.
Ben lunges and is stopped by Jasper before he can get to him.
“Calm down you two!” Carlisle interjects his hand gripping tightly around Peter’s arm to pull him back.
Once the room is calmed some but not fully, Ben’s thoughts go to imagining what Edward’s lips would feel like on his throat. He groans and questions his sexuality now.
This is just great!
Ben has no problem being with a female, but secretly Ben has a curious side regarding Edward and what it would like to be changed by him. Ben knew that the relationship between Edward and Peter was bound tighter than his own. He knew Peter was his boy and that irritated him to no end. Peter had not come into the picture until recently and his devotion to being Edward’s friend spanned the time of the last fifty plus years.
Their friendship was just that—a friendship. Ben however, was good at hiding shit from Edward and he never let on that he was in fact jealous that Peter got to experience having Edward as his maker.
It unnerves him when Alice’s eyes meet with his across the room. She gives him a sad smile, shakes her head barely assuring him it is definitely a no go. Edward is mated and to pursue anything other than friendship where Edward is concerned is futile.
That slight shake of her head answers his question. He may not have admitted his gay curiosity before...but now it was a confirmation he was in fact interested in Edward in a far too obsessive way. If he could have turned red, he would have but he was now over come with a deep sadness that it would never be.
He was here because he genuinely cared for Edward and it mattered to him whether he lived or died. If he had to, he would fight to the death for him. He was just that loyal.
“Listen I haven’t talked to him for a few days now. Honestly.” Peter lies right through his fangs. He was loyal to the one that gave him this life and he did not have to feel obligated to be loyal to anyone other. His camaraderie was with the one that gave him not only this life but did what he had to making sure that his beloved Charlotte would be by his side for eternity. That alone sealed the deal and he would never speak out against Edward’s wishes. What Edward wanted, Peter would never deny.
“Alice I know you have been subjected to a few glitches in your gift sweetheart but could you please for my sake as well as that of Esme and Elizabeth’s look for that boy and concentrate very hard?”
“I have been Carlisle…the only thing I can tell you is that Peter knows where he is.” Her eyes met with Peter’s and he wanted to rip her head off for outing him where he sat.
“You are sadly mistaken.” He growls out.
“You are sadly jaded if you think that Edward can protect himself from the onslaught of whatever shit storm he has created Peter. If you care about him at all then you will help us find him and protect them both. We are far better off to stick together as a family than to betray and lie to those who should really only want the best for them.”
“Okay that does it…start talking Peter or me, Ben, and Jasper are going to take you outside and introduce you to a little game we like to call limb chucking.” Emmett sits forward and waits for a response.
“I cannot or will not betray him, and you cannot force me to. Maybe if you all had a little faith in him then you would trust his judgment. None of you has any idea about the things Edward has dabbled into and what Edward does in his personal life is his business. Maybe he does that for a Goddamn reason. He doesn’t want his family involved!”
“Listen here…that is great for Edward…all I care about is that tiny little human he has managed to brain wash into taking off with him.”
“Last time I spoke to him she was with him of her own free will Miss Hale. As a matter of fact, I do believe she is actually given him power over her.” Peter said with an air of smugness.
“I am not talking about sex asshole.” Rosalie snaps at him.
“Trust me…it isn’t just their sex life she has given over to him. He purchases everything she needs, he selects her clothing, dictates what she is to eat and when, she has a custom made bracelet that keeps her tethered to his cuff with only inches of chain between them and she proudly wears it in public, and she spreads her legs when he demands it.” Peter is now pissed to the point he is not thinking about what he is saying let alone whom he is saying it to…but then again he doesn’t really know Rosalie Hale personally. Just from a sheet of paper, he has been gathering about her over the course of the last few weeks.
Rosalie came up off the couch and was on him so fast his eyes widen as she hauls back and punches him square in the mouth, shattering her hand in the process.
She screams out in pain and Emmett is up on her so fast pulling her into his lap and soothing her while Carlisle assesses the damage.
“You son of a bitch! Emmett kill him!” she yells and Emmett cannot help but snicker at his raging little human lassie.
Peter stands now and is near the front door ready to exit but it is Elizabeth that stands up and walks over to him before he makes his exit.
“Please tell him that we love him and we are so very worried about him. I just got him back and the thought of losing him again frightens the hell out of me. Please Peter.”
Peter nods and flees out the door running through the forested area just on the outskirts of the city until he reaches his car parked off a service road. His plans are to head back to his office to finish the reports that he has promised to email Edward but by the time he gets in his car he is soaking wet from the rain. Then suddenly, Peter hears a loud crash as something has just fallen or top of his car.
Fallen is not the appropriate word actually, it is more like aimed for him when he steps out to see some of the Volturi Guard surrounding him.
“Interesting little facts seem to escape you when you feel threatened hey Peter? It looks like its time for Aro to play interrogate the vampire. Guess who gets to play the vampire?”
Demetri smirks at Peter as he jumps down off the roof of his car that is now left with a deep dent in the metal of the roof.
“Felix you and Riley bring him to Aro.” Demetri commands.
Suddenly there is a stir of commotion and a fight ensues. There are more vampires around then there were just a moment ago. When the dust settles Peter finds he is the only vampire left standing besides the ones that saved his ass.
“Well that is just fucking great! If Aro wasn’t pissed off enough before….we have to go and slowly pick off the members of the guard? This is insane we are as good as dead.” Ben paces glaring at Peter who has just been saved by the skin of his fangs.
“You’re welcome Peter.” Emmett states towering over him staring into his eyes with nothing but intent. Intent to find out anything he could about his beloved arrogant pain in the ass of a brother. Emmett will not admit this, but he is a slightly scared for the little fragile human and his beloved brother.
S*h*h*h*h*h….
Edward’s POV
Can you feel me with you?
Do you dream about me as I sit here day dreaming only of you?
Tell me you feel it too.
Tell me you live and breathe for me.
Would you live and die for me as I would you?
I wonder what you dream about when you say my name….whimper and squirm in your sleep.
I wished I could fall into a deep sleep too…because if I could dream it would be only of you.
I bombard my thoughts with questions to get inside of her head. It doesn't help me and as I stand here over her sleeping form all I know is fuck the questions...I just....I just...need to be closer to her now.
She surrendered herself silently to my earlier scene and as intense as it was, the whole experience was damn near incredible for both of us, then before she fell asleep, she simply calls herself— mine
You are mine. Now and for the rest of time.
I watch and I wait for her to stir. To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that as something of a miracle because she is after all a human while I am a beast of a vampire.
Her exhaustion took over again. A cross between the temperature of the air on this island and the fact that my cock is insatiable in her mere presence is disheartening to me because both are literally wearing her the fuck out. All I find I want to do is fight off the voice of reason in my head, especially when it warns me that if I keep it up, I will kill her. I never thought I could love so fiercely that I could kill the thing I loved with that very same love.
Give her a break she needs to rest.
The feel of her hot flesh under my fingertip ignites my need to be back inside of her. I do not care that she is sleeping, and once she is mine she won’t experience sleep anyway, so I am going to take advantage of the moment.
This act I have played in, owned me. I found that when I slid inside of her while she slept was far too erotic to miss out on. I shift her leg up spooning my cool chest against her warm back. Just the slight movement of her legs sent a wave of her sexual scent out like a heat-seeking missile aimed directly at my throat.
I spread her hot wet lips and slid into the heat of her sleeping soul. I would never get enough of this. I move slightly and she shifts her weight settling him into her even further. Even in a deep sleep she settles safe and soundly and a content sigh escapes her.
I whisper words of adoration to pass over her ears and her heart keeps its steady beat. At first, she is unaffected in her slumber, nothing but a faint mumble of words that are not even coherent to even a vampire like me. I sigh and slide my hand around to slip it into her wet swollen folds.
“So wet for me even in sleep baby.” I murmur in her softly tousled hair that is just fucking everywhere with its long length.
“Hmm.” She hums and I nearly come in her. I fight holding it back and refuse to let go just yet. I can still smell sex all around me from our long night of sexual acts we have been engaging in, in this room. I can smell it mostly on her inner thighs and I lick my lips almost tasting us in the air as I spread her wide.
I wonder if I can get her to come in her sleep.
I think the probability is good that I quite possibly could. I utilize three surefire arousal tactics.
First, I slowly speak clearly and begin to tell her what my fantasies are, knowing very well that my voice sends her heart rate up.
My touch causes her skin temperature to lower a degree but her skin reacts to the electrical energy that connects us and my cool touch causes her skin to rise with bumps.
I begin a slow rhythm that would have her babbling unintelligible words as I pull out and push into her as if she were awake.
“That’s it baby, moan for your Master.” She whimpers and wiggles slightly against me. I find myself pushing into her with more fervor, driving it in good and deep and loving the fuck out of it when I do.
I continue to move in and out of her pulling her leg open even wider while I get a full view of that beautiful pussy as I look over her shoulder and watch my cock slide inside of her very swollen and saturated lips. The beauty of us coming together leaves me breathless as her body accepts my large girth and length like a fucking custom fit glove made just for me. Her hand moves slowly down and I watch anxiously to see exactly what she is about to do. I find now that I urge her on mentally to go with it. Imagine my surprise when she does as I had just asked with out uttering a word surprisingly still asleep. Her hand slips down between her legs and I feel the warmth of her fingers as the brush up the length of my cock as it slides in and out of her. Laying her leg down I lay the palm of my hand over the back of hers and gently guide her middle finger under mine to circle her already swollen clit.
“Naughty little girl.” I murmur. “That’s it…hard little clit wants to be stroked.”
I cannot believe that Bella is masturbating in her sleep…okay maybe she is not doing so directly and yeah maybe I did maneuver it but still…it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
She moans out and I cannot help but fucking grin proudly like an idiot. Her breathing is changing and her arousal in her sleep is increasing in sensation, so I make the conscious decision to slow down so as not to allow her to awake just yet. Bella has a tendency to talk dirty in her sleep and I am always up for hearing some of those naughty confessions. I mean she can really talk fucking dirty. I mean fuck…she uses phrases I never imagined coming out that sweet mouth of hers and she has stunned me once or twice.
I remember the first time she began to sleep talk while I was still buried inside of her.
“Oh Edward…fuck me…god fuck me deeper, harder.” Her teeth clenched at the time and she grunted the words ‘deeper, harder’ sounding feral and as it plays out in my crystal clear memory like I were reliving it all over again, I remember that is what sent me over the edge, I came like a fucking beast inside of her. Fucking Christ she damn well grunts of all things and it is the most adorable sound ever. She is so damn tiny, sweet and innocent and thank god she is mine.
“What if I am not naughty enough for you?”
Trust me she had naughty down to a fucking science. Some female vamps didn’t have anything near the same level and they had years of experience. Her naughty was naturally built in to her personality…and I don’t think she was even aware of how sexually enticing she could be.
“Show me how naughty you can be.” I whisper wishing now she were consciously aware of my words.
Her hand moves down to where we are joined like two puzzle pieces reunited from their separation. Then she stills my thrusting, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock and pulling it out of her, which I have to admit….rightly pissed me off.
“I wanna taste.”
I froze, my eyes shot up to look at her and I smiled when I found myself looking into her beautiful chocolate Bambi eyes, that were staring back at me; the pink of her cheeks matched the pink folds of her pussy after I had worked it over with my cock. Her face was flooded with the most crimson I had ever seen. My heart fucking swelled ten times its size.
And with that she stroked all of our arousal from my cock brought her hand up and licked the palm of her fucking hand from top to bottom and then proceeded to moan as I slipped back into her.
“No.” She sighed. “I want more.” She whined ending in a small pout causing me twitch.
“And you will have more.” I pull out reach down dipping my fingers into her and brought them to her lips.
“Suck.” I command but I know she would do it without the command.
Her hot little lips parted as I pushed my middle finger between her lips. Her moan did me in and I gasp because I didn’t even realize that I was on the edge let alone that I was already squirting in streams as I fill her with each subsequent squirt. The sensations that ignited my loins as it shot out of me was unreal but it found its home in her filling her until it spilled out the sides. We lay here soaking wet between us and all I can do is pull her closer still and never feeling like she is close enough.
We had been on this island for exactly thirty-six hours and I had yet to tell her what was going on or the real reason as to why I brought her here. When we arrived, she was out cold because the sedative I slipped her did its job.
Yes, I am not denying that I sedated Bella to make this easier. I had to get her to come with me after the first time she woke up on the plane livid and demanding answers all while threatening to jump out of the plane. It was just easier this way. She has no real sense of self-preservation and as much as I love her, I would stoop to the worst levels to protect her. Therefore, she can sue the fucking shit out of me later once I know she is safe. I don’t really give a rat’s ass about anything else….well actually that is a lie. I do give a rats ass about her submission and our agreement that has yet to of been fulfilled.
I realized that my time for stalling has just now run out. She is sore. I can see that her sex is inflamed and with just the slightest touch, I test my theory and sure enough, she winces out a faint hiss.
So yeah, sex was no longer a distraction at least temporarily until the inflammation goes down. Time to throw out my plan of action.
She keeps giving me those looks as if she is waiting. I know she is but I think I want to push her and see how sassy she can get and what my limits are as far as she is concerned.
She is using excessive force moving around the kitchen and I am so ready to adjust that little attitude of hers. She then has the audacity to cock her brow at me as she now stands in the kitchen mixing a salad. I could see the moment she was going to bring it up. I had no choice but to thwart her attempt.
“Isabella…I trust very few people in this world. You would be one of them. I need to explain a few things to you though…one would be why I dragged you out to a deserted yet fully equipped private island in the southern hemisphere.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“Private….you mean as in, there is no one else here on this island?”
Huh. I guess I forgot to mention that considering she hasn’t really been outside yet.
“Uh yeah.” I pull my fingers through my hair.
“If you could make one dream come true what would it be?”
“What does my dreaming have to do with anything?” I cut her off.
“There are few memories I have left of my father. One is very prominent the other few not so much but they are there. There is one though that I need to explain the importance of what I will eventually tell you. It is the one that counts because it directly involves you.”
Her brow furrows. “How could a human memory that happened to you over a hundred years ago involve me?”
“I am getting to that. Isabella you know you are my mate. We are bound for life although your will may be weaker because you are human I am not really sure. You need to know that what is mine Isabella…is yours. ”
She laughs.
“What is so funny?”
“Are you telling me I own a beautiful home in the forest in Illinois with a native American ranch hand who resides in a barn house, this tropically located beach front home, a penthouse in New York, a countache limo, and a car named Cherry…oh…lets not forget a burnt down BDSM club?”
I chuckle at the last part of her witty sarcasm. “More or less.”
“Well thank you Edward really but I have my own trust fund and I don’t need to take what is yours. I have a nice house that I call home and a Beautiful fucking kick ass car that puts yours to shame.”
My brows shot up in surprise.
“Oh you think so?” I narrow my eyes.
“I think so.” She lifts her chin defiantly.
Someone needs that sass smacked right out of her ass.
“We will get back to that at a later time…now as I was saying, what is mine is yours. It doesn’t matter and it’s not an option to ignore it.”
“You are being really cryptic. Why is that? Who broke into your penthouse? What were they after?”
I can see the gears turning in her head.
“Why exactly are we here? You said you needed to keep me safe and I get that, I do but don’t you think this is a little extreme. I mean can’t we just notify the police?"
“Absolutely not!” My voice was louder than I intended it to be.
I sighed, “I am sorry, but you have to understand that the Police are not an option."
“I think you are overreacting.”
“Not when it comes to you.” I growl. She is testing my last ounce of control.
“Okay I see that you’re still not willing to tell me shit, which is really starting to piss me off.”
“Oh Isabella….you need to check that tone or so help me.”
I narrow my Dominant eyes at her and remember we are not in the playroom. She doesn’t have her collar on and she is Isabella right now. The same sassy little smart mouthed girl that stood up to a six foot two vampire and called him on his shit in his office stood in front of me.
I try to give her more details…but she keeps distracting me.
“Listen…I know my behavior can be….erratic sometimes. I am not telling you it’s going to be easy I am telling you it is going to be worth it.”
“You are still making no sense.”
“Angel, you're dating an asshole…I don’t have to make sense.”
Her mouth falls open before a small smile graces her lips.
“What?”
“That’s a horrible thing to say!” she obviously cannot decide if she wants to be mortified or laugh.
“I make no excuses love. This is me love me or leave me.” I smirk, the seriousness of our conversation lightening further.
“You know damn well I won’t leave you because I love you.”
A smug grin creeps over my face when I hear those words from her.
“So then what is the smirk about?” I ask.
“Is that what we are…is dating?” an adorable little bitch brow raises on the left side above her big gazing eyes.
Huh. I never thought about it like that. What exactly were we doing? I hear her trilling laugh and she pulls me back into the conversation.
“Let me guess. Mr. Edward Cullen doesn’t date.”
If I could blush, I probably would be right now. “Uh….no I have never been on a date.” I mutter.
“Huh…even after all these years one would think that you had done just about everything on the planet.”
“One would think that yes. There is plenty I have yet to do, although I pretty much did everything that I truly wanted to and then some. I just…got bored.” I shrug.
“Back to the subject of why are we here?”
Oh yeah right.
“Are you done eating?” I ask.
She glares at me.
“There is a reason I am asking.” I hold my hands up in surrender.
“Yes.” She places her dish in the sink and turns to face me.
I can feel my jaw tense. She isn’t going to clean up after herself.
I look at her and my eyes go to the sink. Why would she do this? Doesn't it bother her?
Shut up...you can do this. I can get past this.
I reach out and take her hand scanning over her sexy form in the bikini and I cannot help but look back at the dishes. ugh!
Still so very fucking sexy.
“Climb on. I want to take you somewhere.”
She giggles as she hops on my back wrapping her arms around me.
“I haven’t had a piggy back ride in years. If someone told me I was riding a vampire last year I would have thought they were insane.” She smacks a wet kiss on my cheek.
I can’t help but smirk. I bolted out the door towards the setting sun. Once we got to my favorite location, I let her down. She looks at me with wonder and awe in her eyes. “It’s beautiful.”
I smirk and reply, “That it is. Come sit with me.” I pulled her up the steps and situated the pillows before I sat back, she climbs up on the outdoor lounge bad and nudges her ass between my legs pretty much laying the warmth of her back against my cool chest. I wrap my arms around her brushing my lips over her hair on the top of her head and sigh.
“Isabella…I never expected to find a soul on this earth that I would desire to spend time with, or for that matter have any real desire to get to know.
My role as a dominant is unwavering. I had no tolerance for any grey areas in regards to any of the relationships with any of my former subs. I made no real formal commitment to them they just knew that they had to be fully committed to me. They wanted whatever I was willing to offer even if it wasn’t all of me. They willingly submitted to me for as long as I saw fit and I was unpredictable. It could vary from an hour to an all night scene…but one thing was certain the didn’t lack for trying to make anything out to be more than it was. All my playrooms were designed with one thing in common. They had to withstand a certain amount of physical abuse that two or three fully engaged vampires could subject during a scene. Each had to handle the kind of kink a vampire could dole out on another vampire, so most of my equipment is beyond durable…however…there was NEVER a time that I would have imagined taking a human female into one of my playrooms and being able to maintain control of my beast because in all honesty it was his playroom too. I could let him out to play and every bitch I struggled to choose which one she wanted to be with more. None of the playrooms you have been in were ever considered or designed for what they have been used as of recently. Most certainly not for any sort of Vanilla relationship let alone a human. You are a Dom’s wet dream Angel, you came to me innocent, curious as a wide eyed kitten, beautiful, pouty, alluring and willing to do whatever you would allow them to teach you. But the bonus to you sweetheart is that sassy mouth of yours.”
I leaned into her ear and nibbled the lob. “I don’t know if you realize some of the reasons why Dominants choose their roles?”
“They like control.”
“Correct. So tell me Isabella why do you think I choose to be a dominant?”
“You want to control and be worthy of receiving it.”
I let my tongue come out and licked the shell of her ear sending shivers down her back.
“Not quite Angel.” I murmur.
“Well why?”
“I get off on punishing a bad little girl.”
Her breath hitches and she sucks her bottom lip in.
My voice is deeper and I growl protectively over her earlobe. “And there are times…when I will set you up for failure and if you fail me…I am sure you can feel how hard my cock is right now against your back. That baby is at the mere thought of some good old fashioned discipline scenes that play in my head.”
“I am anxious to see how long it takes you to pull us right out of a session for a time out and punishment…the fucking thought…shit… and I could get off so fucking hard on denying you an orgasm while I came all over that hot tight little body of yours…then I would start all over again."
“You know by now that vampire’s lust can last for months although I have never had that desire with any sub but fuck baby I could keep you tied up all year long and never tire of you…or that sweet little pussy of yours. I am being extremely lenient with you Angel. You have slipped a few times using my name without permission, or smarted off or dropped those eyes and don’t think I don’t know that last night you didn’t touch yourself while you were sleeping…but I know I can’t blame you for sleep masturbating baby…but I can tie those hands up the headboard tonight so as to prevent you from doing it again.
“Hmm…oh the thought.”
Her hands were moving over my thighs back and forth and I fought off the need to voice the loud groan.
“Here is the deal, I am keeping you here safe, until we determine who is after me and who broke into my penthouse…but while we are detained…that doesn’t mean we cant take advantage of the previous failed attempts to have a successful two weeks. What I am saying Isabella is that we were supposed to do our trial D/s relationship for two solid weeks twenty-four seven and I didn’t get that time with you without interruption.
I am a selfish prick who should have respected his submissives a lot more than he did. Their pleasure wasn’t my number one priority and with every Dominant the Submissive has all the control but it wasn’t that way for me and now I realize that my heart wasn’t really into it as much as I thought…well that is not totally true anymore because you have stirred something up deep down inside of me. I am certain there will be times when I act normal but right now is not one of those fucking times.
You are fucking consuming every part of me and in the end all that will be left is the beast…Yes Isabella…he wants to fuck you worse than ever…your too sinfully sexy and even though you are no longer a virgin your lack of experience still exudes out in pure innocence. I have never felt anything like I feel right now. I want to rip that suit off you…tie each ankle up to a eye hook and pound on you till you scream my fucking name till you lose your fucking voice. I plan to be everything you need. I am not asking…I am not suggesting…I am literally taking my two weeks you promised me and it starts this afternoon. I am going to train you to please me and in turn, you will be rewarded for pleasing me…and fuck I can’t wait to start over.”
I slid my hand down her thighs allowing one hand to slide under each knee and wrapped my hand around them. I gripped them tightly to reiterate I was controlling this and she would do as I said.
“Lift your hair.” I demand in a firm tone and she does as she is instructed.
“Good girl.”
I reach in my pocket and pull out her collar and a thick lock and put it on her quickly slipping my index finger through the ring and I tug it to force her to turn her head. “You know your safe words…please baby don’t disappoint me and use them…I know you can please me…now that you are collared that motherfucker doesn’t come off until our two weeks is up. Then Angel you have a couple of days to decide if you are going to be able to handle me as your Master.”
I leaned in and cupped her breast sliding my finger under the silky triangle that blocked me from what was mine and I flicked my finger and tore it away from her breast. Her nipple responded as I expected. It puckered and hardened further. “I suggest you try very hard to handle this Isabella because I kidnapped you once…I can do it for all eternity…No one knows where you are but Peter and Peter would never betray me.
I can feel the energy surging off of her and I know that what is happening between Isabella and I right now has nothing to do with a BDSM relationship.
This is me in my primal form and she will belong to me. It is known that in the early stages of the first humans they had become known as Cavemen. They existed and that is exactly what I think is the closest thing I can compare this too. They were more animal than man and you had to stake your claim on what is yours, care for her, love her, protect her above and beyond all things all the while you get the privilege to dominate the fucking hell out of her and if she is meant to be yours…she submits willingly.
I bit her lobe with the tip of my fang and a tiny drop of blood hit my tongue. My throat was raging and I regretted doing it now, causing me only to want more of her.
I gripped her knees again and spread her as widely as I could bring those luscious long legs of hers over mine to dangle off the sides over my own legs. She looked good opened up like this. I slid my hand down inside of her swimsuit bottoms settling my hand over the wetness of her soaked slit, the heat burning my cold palm. I tighten my grip some holding her pussy in my hand to show her I meant business. I wasn’t gentle. My other hand slowly crawls up her back as I reached up under her hair getting a good solid fistful of it and tugging it back to force her to look up at me.
I let go giving into my dominant side completely. I was ready to play and knew that this island would be ideal. The demands I would make on her would mold her to what I want and she will be mine in every way I deem fit.
“You will learn little girl…even if I have to break you to teach you…don’t doubt for a moment that I won’t. You will not deny me because you damn well know that you want me to fuck the living hell out of you as much as I want to also. I could have you speaking in tongue if I so choose…and yes my little Angel…I can teach you the language…he is waiting patiently…and soon you and he are going to have a chance to meet.”
I tug her head back farther.
“You are sore. We need to handle it because I cannot wait for you to heal. Open your mouth.”
She parted her lips and I engaged my fangs at lightning speed and sucked on my venom to get it flowing.
She drank it down moaning and whimpering the whole time.
“You like that don’t you baby….What’s wrong Isabella…why is your body trembling so much?”
“I’m sorry…”
“For?”
“I…I just..." She sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth chewing on it nervously. Her lip pouts out and she drops her fucking eyes. I hold my tongue for a moment because I want her to tell me. I already know but she looks so fucking worried that I will punish her and she couldn't be more right.
“Isabella...you know better...look at me.” I command.
Her cheeks only flood with more of her hot sweet blood making them a brighter pink. As much as I fought to keep my composure, I was going to lose this battle and grin like a cat that ate the canary.
"You just what?"
I was done with this bullshit and I pulled back my hand and let it go to lightly smacked her right across her swollen pussy lips. She jumped and whimpered out.
"I Came...I couldn't stop it....I swear."
My lips could not stop the movement in response to her little revelation.
“You are one naughty little girl...say it. What was it that made my Angel come just now?”
“Everything....” She let out a deep breath still panting for some much needed air before, her body relaxes back into me. “I could feel your pussy lips spasm on the palm of my hand when you were coming. Why didn't you yell or scream or moan?"
"I couldn't do anything...speak, breathe, talk...I was too far gone."
"Hmm....nice." I caress her cheek.
I think we started a little early…and the big bad vampire is a little thirsty...I don't want to waste what is between those legs...I got up and walked around to the end of the bed. Roughly grabbed her ankles and in one quick pull tugged her body down so that her ass was at the very edge. "Feet up next to your ass cheeks and grab your ankles." I dropped to my knees and inhaled.
Yummy.
"Isabella...tonight is the only night you are going to be doled out punishment at the end of our session. I am far too aroused to deal with punishments and my cock will not be denied its pleasure to deny you yours. I reached out and spread her lips and dove my tongue into the very center of her heat lapping up the flavor of both of us.I groaned out.
"Fuck we taste good together!" I nipped at her clit and she responded by bucking into my mouth further.
"Show me what I taught you."
Isabella reaches out and grips my cock and licked the head slowly before she was about to swallow all of me down her throat. I watch her work it in sheer fascination. She didn’t gag once and I was proud but a little sad. I shot a full load all over her tongue and over her lips and watched her lick it up like she was starving for it. It was unfucken real to see.
"Fuck that’s just so fucking hot."
She giggles.
"Find that amusing do you?"
I climb off her grip her hips and flip her faster than she can feel the movement before she realizes.
I push my nose into the back of her hair.
"How does that pussy feel baby?" Isabella groans out.
"Is that good or bad?"
She answered the question by pushing her hips back lifting her ass up like an open invitation.
I smacked it three times taking notice I cannot fuck her again she is too fucking red and raw so I then licked over the red heated flesh and pushed my teeth into her right ass cheek driving my pointed fangs to scrape but not break the skin. She yelps out a sexy yelp and I flip her over, as she giggles. I hover above her and disclose the one thing that plagues me more than anything as to why I am on a hit list.
“Isabella…I think I know why someone wants to kill me.” I brush her cheek with the back of my hand and kiss her lips softly.
“I am the richest man in the world and I have not one idea how I came to have this or where the fuck any of it came from.”
Isabella just stares at me as if I am insane….
Yeah I know…I feel the same way!
©Robshandmonkey~
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