Soft and smooth.
It planes delicately across her disrobed and raised ass.
She would have shivered in a previous life. But those days were behind her. She was pure now. A better version of her former self, for she had risen like a phoenix from the ashes. So much had changed. So much remained the same. She cannot see him. But she smells him, tastes him, senses him. He pads barefoot with a slowness of intent. The trail of worn leather follows him obediently, slick and flaccid across the floor. For now. It will come back to her. But she will wait. He will make her wait. On her knees. Hands tied behind her back in a bind that she could break by thinking about it. But she won't. For she never does.
He leans down with a human speed and cups her slender chin in his hand.
"Why, Isabella? Tell me why. I need to understand in order to command. You know that. You also know that I forbade it, did I not? I believe I was very clear on the matter. I know I left you with no doubts as to my meaning. And yet I come to find that you have deliberately defied me. You confess with your own mouth that you went. You went there. Alone. Unprotected and uninvited."
His voice is silkily soft. A sweet succulence she cannot bear.
"You will explain."
His hands leaves her chin and there's a mourning in her. His touch is as burning and all-consuming as it's ever been. One hundred years down the line and it's the first day in Forks High School all over again. He will forever be her addiction. Her poison of choice wrapped up in the sweetest of cures. He steps back from her now and she knows his eyes are burning as if he were in the change. That's how much she affects him to this day. The red-hot poker effect. Their passion expands across the breadth of time. It is legendary. But none know of their secret persuasion. None know that she leads in public and knees in private. All are oblivious to the fact that she shields in the light and surrenders in the dark.
"I thought I could persuade them. I thought I could make them understand. They were going to hurt you and I couldn't bear it. I couldn't stand by and wait for them to come. They cannot hurt me like they can hurt you. I had to go."
His hand swoops down to cup her chin once more.
His thumb traces the wide lines of her rosebud mouth and a groan rips from his throat.
"When will you ever learn, Isabella? When will you ever see yourself through the world's eyes? You are my greatest strength and you are my most blinding weakness. They know it. Everyone knows it. They wanted you to go. Which is why I forbade it. Why I expressly forbade it. They wanted to use you to get to me, with untold damage being wreaked upon you in the process. How many times must I teach you this lesson? You are but a century old. Still a foetus. You do not yet appreciate the tension that has existed in our world since its inception."
His hand slips from her chin once again and her senses bleed.
"The Volturi do not forgive and they do not forget, Isabella. Our confrontation with them all those years ago still scars their psyche with a growing force. Every day, they embitter themselves further. They are a patient tribe and they will not strike again without the adequate provocation. These whispers we have heard about their plans for me are but an insignificant speck of their overall plan. They wanted us to hear them, Isabella. They desired your reaction. Knew how you would think, what you would do."
He paces now and the controlled anger rolls off his bared torso like thunder.
"I warned you of this. But you thought you knew better. You assumed to consider yourself more educated on the matter than I who have lived through their reign when your great-grandparents still hadn't drawn their first breath. Carlisle told you. Esme told you. Emmett, Rosalie and Alice told you. But you did not deign to listen. You disobeyed me and betrayed my trust. But worst of all, Isabella, is that you did all this without the slightest consideration for our daughter."
His teeth are bared now and she senses it behind her thick blindfold.
"She knows nothing," he continues in a delicate cadence that sends ripples of apprehension through her. "I thought of her when her mother did not. Which brings us full circle to today. You have no explanation to offer other than you wilfully defied my instructions because you couldn't trust me to know the things you do not. We have these rules for a reason, Isabella. A compelling reason. A bindingly beautiful reason. You give yourself to me and I worship the ground you walk upon because of it. You submit to me and yet, you hold all the power. I know it. I love and learn with it. I revolve around it. I orbit you and you me."
The soft trail of leather leaves the floor and loops into his hands.
"But I cannot permit such wilful disobedience. Especially where your safety is concerned. I didn't tolerate it when you were a wisp of a human girl and I'm certainly not going to accept it when you are my creed and my wife. There will be no repeat performance of this exploit. You will never disregard my orders on this matter ever again. Your safety is not a gambit. Your life is my life. Your existence is my existence. I will not tolerate a scenario where that ceases to be the case. You deliberately misinterpreted my words of warning regarding the Volturi. You knew there would be consequences that rivalled those of the century behind us. You will not misinterpret my words now. I plan to be very, very clear with you."
He's as close as he can be without touching her now.
His scent invades her nostrils.
Her head bows further under his proximity and verbiage. Guilt is acidic within her as she truly understands the extent of her folly. A world without Edward was a world she could not coexist with. She knew she would throw herself to the wolves rather than live a day without him. Her selfishness and arrogance could have cost them both their lives. Her acceptance softens her naked body and he reads it like a morning newspaper.
"Your safeword, Isabella, what is it?"
Her scent changes as she whispers softly, her back arching in preparation.
"Anaphase, Sir."
She sees him nod in her mind's eye and knows the time has come before he speaks. The strap pools neatly in his hands and he readies himself to transform Isabella back to Bella and discipline back to pleasure.
"Rise for your punishment, Isabella."
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TBC
A/N: I don't know how long this will be as this is my first foray into Twilight fiction of this nature. Just a BTW: Edward is not going to be cold or abusive in this and Bella is not going to be weak or snivelling. This is a predetermined and consensual relationship between two strong ass people who've been alive long enough to know if it's what they want or not – lol!
Inks x
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