Bella Swan stepped out from the golden revolving doors of her office building with her shoulders bent against the cold. She pulled her winter coat tightly around her as the wind whipped through her chocolate curls. She held her hand out for a cab and waited. A bright yellow car pulled up quickly. There were some things you just had to love about New York. Cabs were one of the few. Bella slid into the seat and thought longingly of her tiny hometown all the way back in Washington. She had moved to a suburb outside New York almost three years ago when she had landed a job as a secretary at the advertising firm in downtown Manhattan while she worked on her degree at NYU. As soon as she graduated her boss had started moving her up the ladder. She was about six clients away from a partnership. The cab stopped in front of the bus station where she would have to finish her commute to her little house. It was big enough for company parties but small enough that she didn't get lost in there all by herself. Bella paid the cabbie and stepped out. She walked to check the schedule and started toward the ladies room before her bus came. She was two feet from the door when she felt a hand clamp down on her wrist. She looked up but her wrist was suddenly twisted and her gaze landed on it with a gasp of pain. The rather large hand on her wrist tightened painfully making her gasp again.

"Don't look up or down. Face straight ahead and don't speak." A threatening voice said as her wrist was twisted again getting the hidden point across. They crossed the parking lot quickly without attracting any attention. Bella was too scared to do anything. It was all she could do to keep her feet moving instead of passing out from shock and fear. She was shoved roughly into the backseat of a silver Volvo. She didn't see the license plate. She picked her head up and looked out the window at the passing street. Suddenly the man pulled over into an empty bar's parking lot. The door was yanked open behind her. She felt the man hold her in place so she couldn't look at anything but the abandoned bar. A black cloth was wrapped around her eyes and her wrists were tied together. She bit her lip to stop the protest working its way to her throat. Her wrist still hurt.

"I'm going to put your seatbelt on and you're not going to make a sound back here unless I tell you to. Got it Bella?" He knew her. The fact terrified her. Who was he?

"I asked you a question Bella. Do you got it?" He punctuated his query with a painful jerk of her wrist. Bella inhaled sharply against the pain.

"Yes" She said through gritted teeth. Her voice quivered and she wanted to hit herself.

"Good girl, Bella. Keep it up and you might even get a reward." The man said. He reached over her to grab her seatbelt. He pulled it tightly across her, skimming her breasts. She fought the tingling between her legs bitterly. She hadn't gotten any in a while, but that was sick. The car started moving again, fast. Bella fell asleep with the motion of the car lulling her to dreams of home and this man behind bars.

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"Bella!" A sharp voice broke through her sleep. Her afternoon came rushing back to her in one depressing blow. She snapped up in her seat and registered the fact that the car was stopped. Her nightmare was about to begin.
The man led her quickly into a building. She could only assume it was the man's house. She was led up a flight of stairs. She was so disoriented at this point that she stopped trying to memorize where she was in relation to where she came in. She was pushed against something hard. She decided it was some kind of pole. Her arms were lifted above her head and bound to another pole connected to the one at her back. She felt his hands on her calves and she fought the shiver making its way across her spine. Her legs were spread apart bound tightly to something behind her. The only part of her body she could move from the pole at her back was her hips. He must have realized this also because he then tied something around her hips, pulling them tight to the pole. His hands stayed at her hips for a moment and Bella could feel herself heating up at his touch. The buttons on her coat were suddenly being undone. Her arms were still bound so there wasn't anywhere for it to go. Or so she thought. She drew in a sharp breath as she felt the arms of her coat being cut away. The coat fell to the floor with a dull thud. She felt something cold on her thigh. It was a pocket knife. Her skirt was split and joined her coat on the floor. Her legs were beginning to shake with fear. She felt hands at her stomach and almost shuddered. Her shirt met the same fate as her other things. Bella stood humiliated, bound in nothing but her black stilettos and the purple lacy lingerie her mother gave her as a gag gift. She had a pile of laundry at home that needed done. The purple set had been the only clean thing she could find this morning. She heard footsteps and realized the man was leaving. What was going on?

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"Did you have plans tonight Bella?" Bella started awake at the sound of the voice. Bella couldn't believe she'd fallen asleep like this.

"Now, now, Bella. Let's not forget our manners. I asked a question." She felt him pinch the inside of her thigh, hard. Bella gasped quietly.

"No." She answered. She silently applauded herself for her steady voice.

"Good girl Bella. " He laid a tiny kiss on the spot he'd pinched and it went straight to her core. The shivers were back. And the heat.

"Now, I've realized I haven't been such a good host. My name is Edward. You're going to need to remember that, Bella. Say my name Bella." He commanded.

"Edward." Bella said softly to avoid any more pain. A small kiss was placed on her stomach, just above the waistband on her panties. Bella felt herself get a little wet. She swore at her body in her mind. She'd never felt more betrayed, and by her on body.

"That wasn't so hard." She felt his hands skimming over the straps on her bra, quickly finding that they were removable. At least, it wouldn't be ripped, she thought to herself. The straps were removed. Bella felt his hands reach around her back. She repressed another shiver at his touch. Her bra was unclasped and joined the pile on the floor. She could feel tears beginning to brim behind her eyelids. She could almost feel him looking at her chest and it sickened her. She got a hold of herself quickly. Bella was determined not to let him see her cry. A hand skimmed over her breasts quickly, barely there. Then his hands were cupping her breasts tightly. He began to knead them and Bella's nipples tightened. He felt it and began rolling them between his forefinger and thumb. They were rock hard before he spoke again.

"Can you feel how hard your pretty little nipples have gone for me, my little whore?" Bella almost gasped. No one had ever called her anything of the sort. She was too insulted to speak. Edward gave her nipples a hard tug making Bella gasp in pain. She also felt herself give the first actual drip into her panties.

"Yes." Bella replied through gritted teeth. Edward continued stroking her breasts. She felt her stomach tightening and knew she needed his attention elsewhere, though she'd never ask for it. He seemed to know it though. His hands drifted south along her sides and stomach.

"Now, I need you to tell me that you're my little whore, Bella." He reached up and gave her right nipple another hard tug to remind her of her options.

"I'm you little whore." Bella said, her voice quivering.

"Good girl, Bella. You're right. You are my little whore. You deserve a reward, don't you?" Edward said quietly He ran a single finger up her clothed slit. Bella's breathing got heavier. She wished despite herself that she could move her hips to get more.

"You want me to touch you, don't you Bella?" He asked softly moving his finger again.

"Ye...es" Bella answered shuddering. Edward murmured another good girl and began rubbing circles into her through her panties. Bella could feel herself dripping down her legs. He picked up the pace and she could feel herself tightening already. Edward seemed to know it too. He abruptly stopped as soon as she was close enough to taste it.

"Now, my Bella, I know you want me to make you come all through that sexy thong of yours, but you're going to have to ask for it like a good little whore." Bella shuddered, but knew if she didn't she would explode. She was so close.

"I need to come, Edward. Please." She whispered knowing his name would work.

"I'm going to make you scream my name my Bella." He said softly as he began to work her over through her lace. She could feel it coming almost too soon. Her core exploded.

"Edward!" Bella screamed as she felt herself coming hard. He continued his ministrations until she was breathing almost normally again.

"Good girl! Now, Bella, my little whore, I am going to make you scream again." Bella felt Edward untie the tiny little strings holding her thong on her hips. Bella was getting hot again. It wasn't fair, this effect the monster had on her. It wasn't right.

"Umm, you look delicious my little whore. I've never seen such a pretty pussy." He said with a slight edge to his voice. Her blood pooled in her stomach again and he hadn't even touched her. Suddenly she felt him blow on her exposed lips. Bella couldn't repress her shudder this time. She was dripping now.

"Feel how wet you are for me. Only for me, right my Bella?" He punctuated his question pinching her lips together over her sensitive clit. Bella cried out from the pain.

"Yes! Only for you, Edward!" She said quickly, hating it. The pain quickly made her ripping wet. She needed more. He growled low in his chest and began to tease her wet opening with his fingers. He plunged three fingers deep into her weeping cunt without warning and Bella cried out. He pressed her clit with his thumb as he picked up the pace, finger fucking her faster, harder, and deeper. Bella felt her stomach tightening again and took a shuddering breath as it closed around her. Edward reached with his other hand and pinched her clit again, sending her over the edge. Bella remembered to call out his name again as she came harder than ever all over his hands. He kept fingering her as she came down from her high. When her breathing returned to normal Edward slipped his fingers out of her. Bella was still blindfolded, but she could hear a small sucking noise.

"Mhmm, you taste amazing Bella." Edward said. Bella shuddered and felt herself get wet. Again. Bella couldn't decide what was wrong with her. She was getting off harder, faster, and all out more than ever for a man who was holding her hostage and raping her.

Suddenly Bella was pulled out of her self-hating musings by Edward's lips at her throat. He made his way down her neck, pausing to bite down softly on her shoulder and collar bone, to her breasts. He placed small kisses all over her rather large mounds. Bella shuddered violently as she dripped down her legs. Bella gasped as he ran his tongue over her nipple, hardening it instantly. Bella hated the effect he had over her body. He bit down on her nipple and Bella was literally gushing. He continued to the other nipple. Bella was struggling to contain the moans that wanted to break through her throat. She fought it bitterly determined not to give him the idea she wanted this. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Edward moaned around her rock hard nipple sending the vibrations straight to her weeping core.

"Are you wet enough for me yet, my Bella?" He asked pulling away. He reached a hand down to see for himself. "Mmhmm, you're soaked for me Bella." He continued kissing his way down her body. He dipped his tongue into her belly button and she couldn't hold back her moan if she wanted to. She was extremely ticklish and her belly button was just one of those spots that everyone has that sets her off. Edward paused and she could feel his smirk against her skin before moving lower. He brought his tongue from hip to hip making her shiver. He dipped his head lower and brought his nose skimming over her bare mound. She couldn't fight the shuddering whimper that escaped her. He stopped and raised his head. She could feel his chin rest on her skin and assumed he was looking at her. She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning again at the pressure he was unknowingly creating just with his chin there. Suddenly he lowered his head again and quickly ran his tongue straight from her ass all the way up her slit, pausing to circle her opening. Bella gave a shuddering moan at the feelings running through her body. She wanted more than anything to stop her sounds and her body's reaction to Edward, but she simply couldn't. Edward ran his tongue over her clit and she sighed at the glorious friction the simple movement created. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked on it roughly making her yelp. He let go and thrust his tongue up inside of her without warning. He ground his tongue around feeling every part of her until he found what he was looking for. Bella cried out feeling him hit that spot deep within her. He pulled his tongue out and she whimpered. He threw it back in harder right into her spot making her cry out again. He did it again and again until she was sure if she wasn't tied up she would fall over from the pressure building in her stomach. He pulled his tongue out once more and thrust his forefinger in instead simultaneously biting down on her clit.

"Edward!" Bella screamed her voice breaking. She slumped against her binds. She had never come that hard. He affected her like no one else and Bella was having a hard time convincing herself to hate him and calm her body down. She was suddenly wishing he had come up to her in a club or bar and asked her to dance, or bumped into her in the streets. She wished she could know him. She wished he would have done such amazing things to her body after meeting her, with her consent. It was unfair and sick, but she couldn't help feeling something for the man who could make her feel things like this.

"You look a little worn out, my little whore. I think you need to rest. Oh my, look at the time! It's already eight. How time flies, as they say." Her hands came loose from the upper bar and Edward lowered them slowly in front of her. Then he ran his hands down her thighs to untie her legs. She wobbled even though she was still bound around her waist. He grabbed her calves and held her tightly until she was steady.

"Hold absolutely still. Don't move a muscle, not one." His voice was suddenly threatening again. Bella knew immediately that he was back in kidnapper mode. She understood why the silent threat was applied soon enough. He stepped away from her. She heard his footsteps as he moved away, opened some sort of drawer, and came back to her. Then he untied her hands but held them above her head.

"I am going to let go, but keep your arms up my little whore or I'll have to punish you." He threatened. He let go and waited a moment to see what she would do. She was too scared of him when his voice was like this to try anything. He reached up and slipped something through her hands. It settled and she realized it was a tee shirt. It fell to the middle of her thighs. She tilted her head a little. He was either taller or wider than she imagined him. Edward reached around her and undid the tie at her hips. He seemed to know she would fall and bent to scoop her up under her knees bridal style. She put her arms around his shoulders unconsciously. Her head lulled to this side and landed on his shoulder, but Bella was too worn out to care that she was virtually snuggling her kidnapper and rapist. He only walked about two steps before he laid her on a bed. She realized quickly that she had been tied to a bed post. It must be a fairly large four poster bed to have a post like the one she was tied to. She felt him push her head down onto a pillow and slide blankets on top of her. She immediately turned on her side to face him and her hand crept under her pillow out of habit. She sighed. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, his threatening demeanor vanishing.

"I won't tie you up, but you can't try to get out of here. Good night my Bella." He said softly. Bella nodded once. She wouldn't be able to get far anyway. She had no idea where she was. At the moment she was incredibly tired and couldn't be bothered to move if she wanted to. She was warm and relatively safe for the moment. She fell asleep just as she felt the mattress sink lower on the other side of the bed. She felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips and squashed it. She may not be able to hate him, but she wasn't going to like him while he was holding her hostage either.

A/N: So I know this is a little weird, but I promise I'm going somewhere with it. This is my first attempt at anything smutty. What did you think? Honest reviews help! Please? Advice, critiques, thoughts, feelings, everything accepted gratefully except flames!

*~*Twister Tease*~*