CHAPTER 4

(Sun)

The next morning I put my new sleeveless dress on after rinsing out my panties. Edward came in and greeted me and said, "How nice I looked; how about we go up for breakfast?"

That day I spent most time on my homework and working out in the gym. While I was in the gym, I remembered the jet skis on the yacht and how to get to them. Okay, he usually gets up before me and showers, that will be my last chance to sneak away and if I got caught I was going to be in trouble but it was worth the risk. We watched the Lakers on Sunday night. After the game, I went to sleep just like last night with the two doors open between our rooms.

(Mon)

I was awake at 5 the next morning because I had been up most of the night waiting for this chance.

I pretended to be asleep when he checked on me. Fortunately, he didn't come too close to check on me. As soon as the shower came on, I added the cut off sweats went to the back of the boat. The gate was locked to go down a level that didn't stop me; I shimmied over the rail and down the level like I did when I was thirteen and stole the jet skis the first time. I leaned over the lip opened the door climbed into the freezing water unclipped the skis and floated it out. Put on my life jacket looked around and decided to head north. I climbed on and turned on the Jet Ski and away I flew.

EPOV

Back on the yacht, "Son of a bitch, she is really good; but damn she is in so much trouble," I screamed. I threw on my sweats, t-shirt, keys and gun to go after Bella. I ran to the back deck, unlocked it and went down a level and screamed at you, "Bella get your ass back here."

You turned, waved and hit the gas even harder.

I jumped in and got the other ski out. I was excited, I knew I had a chance to catch you; I had the newer, faster ski. Soon I was on the ski and coming at you.

"Bella, stop, turn around," I kept yelling. "Don't do this. Stop. Please come back I warned you a couple days ago." Within seven minutes of me yelling at you to stop, I was damn close to you. "Let's go back to the yacht," I said.

"No, I don't want to."

"You need to go back."

"No." Then you started making large sweeps across the ocean to avoid me.

"Bella, you have until I count to 20; if you don't turn the ski off, I will resort to drastic measures to stop you and keep you in check and protected until I can return you to your father." I started counting, "1,2,3….10."

"No, Edward. I won't. Just go away and when I get to land, I will stay away."

"15, 16,17,18,19,20. I'm sorry," you heard me say again. "But this is for your own protection," and within two minutes, I threw myself at you and your Jet Ski. I hit you fairly hard and we both flew through the air until we landed in the freezing ocean again. When we both resurfaced, I was in front of you and took your hands and handcuffed them together. The look on your face could have killed me; if looks could kill.

"Edward, don't do this."

"Sorry, Bella," I told you. "Two days ago when you tried to call for help, I told you the next time would be worse. Now move towards my ski." And I nudged you towards my ski. Once there, I undid one cuff and clipped the loose cuff to the back of my ski and I said, "Stay put."

I went to your ski and got the tow rope from the accessory compartment and attached it to your ski and then attached it to my ski. I climbed onto my ski.

You hollered at me, "You wouldn't tow me back, would you?"

"No, I won't though you deserve it." I leaned down, uncuffed you from the ski, helped you onto the ski. Finally, I ordered you to put your arms around me. You did then I handcuffed you again. "Behave," I ordered and as I started up the ski, I said, "Do you know how much trouble you are in?"

You didn't say anything; but you finally laid your head on my shoulder. I had to admit to myself it felt good; I was freezing and I was glad we were trying to share some of our body heat. When we got back to the boat, first I clipped the ski to the boat, I undid one of your cuffs; I helped you onto the boat and cuffed you to a chair. Ten minutes later both skis were put away and I was back on the same deck as you. I uncuffed you again and said, "Come with me," I pushed you upstairs towards your bedroom and bathroom. I then pushed you into your bathroom and said, "Put on dry clothes."

BPOV

I did. When I came out, he took one hand put the handcuff on one wrist. Then he pulled me towards the two twin beds and said, "Damn it." He turned me around and pulled me into the master suite and said, "Lay down."

I looked up at the headboard and said, "No, don't," and I tried to leave the room.

"Yes, I am. I told you I would take drastic measures," and he physically stopped me from leaving his room.

"Now, either you climb into this bed or I'll help you do it," and he pushed me towards the bed.

"Edward, no, I'm sorry. I'm begging you, please don't. I'll behave," I was almost begging and trying to leave the room. I sounded like the scared little girl, I actually was. I didn't want to be handcuffed to a bed.

"Sorry, but this is for your own good." He pushed me and I stumbled backwards until my knees ran into the bed and I fell down on it, Edward walked around to the headboard, I tried to get up but Edward said, "No," and pulled me up to the headboard. He looped the handcuff through one of the bars and handcuffed my other wrist up there.

"Edward, no please, I'm sorry. I won't do it again," and there were tears coming down my face.

"Too late, Bella. I warned you and now I'm going to go change into warm dry clothes. Don't go anywhere," and he walked into his bathroom. I lay there and within seconds of struggling I knew I wasn't going anywhere. I just lay there staring up at the ceiling. Edward returned and asked, "Do you want breakfast or anything to drink?"

"No, I don't."

"Fine, but stay put. I'll be right back."

"Like I can go anywhere."

"That's your own fault. When he came back he said, "Roll to one of your sides."

"Why?"

"Just do it." I did; I figured I was in enough trouble if I played nice maybe I would be released. He came up by the back of my head and pulled my hair together.

"What the hell are you doing?" and I started pulling on my hair but it hurt. "Don't touch my hair. I like my hair. Let it go. That would be a little extreme don't you think."

Then at my ear I heard, "SSShhhhh," and Edward said, "I love your hair; all I am going to do is get it out of your way and face." Then he combed it, brushed it, and braided it down my back and finally tied it off. "Much better," he said. "Are you sure you don't want any breakfast or a drink?"

"Not unless you are going to let me go."

"Sorry. I'll check on you in a little while." I just lay there and I must have fallen asleep because when I saw the clock again it was 11 am and I realized my hands were still attached to the bed and the whole morning came racing back.

I heard Edward say, "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Yes, please. He undid one cuff and went with me to the bathroom door. Edward turned and leaned against the door jam and looked into the bedroom and said, "I'll be right here."

I went to lower my panties and then I remembered I still had on no panties. Oh well, I went to the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and washed my hands. Edward turned and stepped away from the door as I stepped out of the door I turned to go towards the galley. Edward put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Sorry, Bella, back to bed."

"No."

"Sorry, you can't be trusted; go back to bed or I'll pick you up and put you back there myself."

"Fine," so I pulled away from his hand again and I got back in my bed prison. Edward came back up to the headboard and he cuffed me to the bed.

"I'll be back shortly with your lunch." As he left, he left me the remote for the TV and I started watching the news on CNN. Edward returned twenty minutes later with a tray. He undid one cuff from my wrist and then attached it to one of the headboard spokes. "Go ahead and sit up," Edward said, "but behave." So I did, Edward set the tray on my lap. Edward had made us tacos plus he brought me water too. I was on my third taco and part way through my second bottle of water when the taco broke and exploded everywhere on my dress, the tray and the bed.

I just laughed and said, "Thanks for the explosive taco."

"You're welcome. Let me help you."

I said, "I could do it myself, if I had my other hand."

"That's okay. I'll help; I don't trust you."

Edward first cleaned up the bed, he said, "Sorry, but the easiest way to get it off your dress,"

As I said, "Wait," he lifted the hem of my dress to shake it onto the tray and he got to see me without my panties on.

Edward became silent and just kept cleaning up the last of the food.

"Edward," I finally said as he moved the tray, "What's wrong, you have to talk to me? You have seen the rest of me naked so now you have seen all of me; what can I do?"

He set the tray down on a dresser and motioned for me to lie down so I did because he was going to recuff me to the bed. Edward lay down next to me, pulled me instantaneously against his whole body including capturing my lips. Then immediately pressed passed my lips and our tongues started a very demanding and fierce dance. He kept our bodies very tight to one another. Our bodies fit perfectly together even though he was a foot taller than me. I felt his very large and hard manhood pressing into my hips. Then Edward slowly must have found control from somewhere because he slowly pulled away from the kiss, he took my loose arm and moved it over my head. As he recuffed me, he pulled away from my lips and said, "I'm sorry but I…" and he got up and walked away.

An hour later, I was screaming for Edward and banging my wrists against the bed posts.

"What?" he said as he got to the door.

"Bathroom, please. I had two bottles of water with lunch."

"Fine," and he undid one cuff and let me get to the bathroom, Edward stood at the door again.

When I was done, I went to leave the bathroom to head back to my prison bed. Edward could hear me coming towards me and turned and said, "Put these on, please," and handed me my black panties. Edward then turned back around facing the master suite.

I slid my slightly damp panties back on and said, "Ready," and back to the bed we went. I asked as he took both my hands over my head, "Would you please just attach one of my wrists so that I can do some homework from here?"

"No, not today maybe tomorrow, I don't trust you."

"At least stay here and talk to me, I am bored."

"Fine," but he sat down on the love seat on the other side of the room.

"What's wrong?" I said. "You look really grumpy."

"Nothing, it's me. How did you get down to the skis this morning?"

"When I was thirteen years old, my father grounded me from using the skis. Early in the morning, when everyone was still sleeping, dad had locked the gate so I climbed over the upper level fence, and then went to one of the connecting poles between the levels slid down the pole. I leaned over the ledge since I am flexible. I opened the door and figured out how to float the ski out. I did put my life jacket on then rode away. They caught me easier and sooner than you did."

"Well, you have gotten better over the years."

"When did my dad replace the other jet ski?"

"Last year."

"Damn it."

"Good thing for me. By the way, can we do something about your underwear problem?"

"No, not unless you are going to take me home."

"Sorry."

"Then, sorry right back."

We started talking about classes again and forensics and a two hour debate started. I finally said, "Time out, bathroom break." I went and this time I just walked right back to my prison bed.

Once I was reattached to the bed, you said, "Bella, I am going to go marinate steaks for dinner then; I'll be back."

"Fine."

Twenty minutes later, we returned to our debate. Edward turned on the news for me and went to cook the steaks. "How do you like your steak?"

"Medium."

Edward returned with a tray. After he undid one cuff and attached it to the bedpost. He sat the tray in front of me and I had steak already cut up, salad and red wine. Edward sat on the couch and ate his dinner and we talked together.

I didn't make a mess with dinner and enjoyed my wine. Once dinner was over, I got to go to the bathroom again. While I was going to the bathroom, the way Edward was leaning I noticed something shiny in his waist band and as I finished washing my hand, I said, "Edward," and I came up behind him.

"What?" he asked.

"Is that a gun in your waistband?"

"Yes," he said.

"Am I in that much danger?"

"Bella, I have had it with me since you first met me."

"Would you shoot me if I didn't behave and tried to escape again?"

"No, it's our protection."

"But you aimed it at me on the bridge."

"I also put it away as soon as I realized it was you."

"I know. I just wanted to see your reaction."

"How about pjs now?"

"Fine," I was handed the t-shirt and then I went back to the bathroom and changed, came out and was cuffed back to the bed. We watched the Clippers on TV that night. We at least agreed on sports and I knew the rules and judging just as well as he did. We could both call the plays the teams should do. "Bella, how do you know so much about sports with no dad around?"

"Simple, I am competitive and so that rolled into me watching sports."

Then we watched the news at 11. After it was over, I rolled over and said, "Good night, I'll see you in the morning. Will you let me free in the morning?"

Within two minutes, I heard, "Maybe, we will see depending on how you behave. Good night." and the weight changed on the bed.

I quickly flipped to where he was at and said, "What the hell are you doing? You go across the way, there is no way I can escape being handcuffed."

A/N

Someone commented that she hadn't tried to escape anymore. She was just coming up with a plan.

Oh boy what will happen next. Review and then maybe you will find out. You all know I am kidding the rest of the story is almost finished being edited.

Oh boy it's Monday again.