Edward was hurting.

Really fucking hurting.

He cradled his hand tentatively to his chest as he made his way along the sidewalk for the short journey to his apartment. He knew he'd been an idiot to try to take things so far with Rebecca but fuck, he did not deserve that torture! Carlisle Cullen had broken all four fingers on his left hand, he knew he needed to go to the hospital but really, what more could the doctors do than tell him his fingers were broken, which he already knew well enough.

He took the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one, taking a deep drag and letting the familiar warmth of the smoke comfort him. What a fucked up night this had been. Edward knew he had a problem. He knew he needed to stay away from that club but he couldn't… he was hooked. And it wasn't the slut Rebecca who had got him hooked, she was just the only one who'd shown any real interest in anything further. Fucking cocktease. No, it was Isabella. He'd noticed her the first time he'd visited Volterra. Small, slight, unobtrusive in a way that nearly made her disappear into the background in a dark, heaving place like Volterra. It was her quiet but striking beauty that had pulled him in though, it couldn't be ignored. That's why he kept returning, to torture himself with something he knew he could never have.

Isabella was off limits. The burly security guy Emmett had made that clear when Edward tried a little hands-on flirting a while back. He was told in no uncertain terms that the girl belonged to Carlisle and he only allowed those he gave explicit permission to be able to lay even a finger on her. Maybe that was what had sparked his unhealthy obsession with her – the very fact that he couldn't have her. He'd always been prone to aiming for the unattainable. But fuck, the sight of her tonight in that beautiful lingerie made his cock perk up despite the pain and humiliation he'd suffered earlier. And right infront of Carlisle! He thought for sure that would be his final mistake and Cullen would just pull out a gun and end his miserable life. Thank fuck he didn't notice. Or, maybe he just enjoyed to torture his victims in every way.

Edward was pulled from his disturbing thoughts when he arrived at his building. He made his way up to the 15th floor via the stairs as usual – the elevator having long since packed up. He needed to get out of this shit hole. As he unlocked the door to his apartment he could hear his neighbours screaming at each other – again. The womans screeching made him wince, such a fucking unpleasant noise. His mind flashed to little Isabella. She was a nervous little thing, didn't even make eye contact with anyone. He doubted she'd ever raise her voice to everyone. Yeah… she was an obedient little thing for sure. His cock strained uncomfortably in the confines of his jeans at the thought of controlling and dominating that hot little thing. It will never happen. Forget it...

Edward had never had an official dominant/submissive relationship as seemed to be the popular thing these days. He didn't see himself as a "dominant" and certainly wasn't the type to follow a set of rules or a contract. Fuck that. He just expected his women to know their place and do as they were damn well told. His father had raised him to believe that a womans place was wherever her husband told her it was. And Edward didn't see any reason to change his beliefs. That's why he liked the club. The women there would do exactly as you told them, within Cullen's rules. If he told her to get on her knees, suck his cock til he came then swallow everything he gave her she would do it with a smile on her face.

Unfortunately, in the real world he found that relationships didn't seem to work the same. At 28 years old his longest relationship was just short of 6 months with Tanya. She was beautiful and thankfully dumb as shit. It was why it took her longer to realise she didn't like doing as she was told. In the end he ended things with her abruptly after her incessant whining about him not treating her "the way she deserved" drove him to want to kill the bitch. He'd had a few other flings, most ending quickly after the first night of fucking. Most girls liked to be dominated in the bedroom he found. Tied up, talking dirty, a bit of rough handling. But, then they expected him to do as they told him the rest of the time. Not a fucking chance. The last girl he dated, Leah had screamed at him calling him a "sick pervert" amongst other things. Stupid bitch.

So, Edward went to the club. He was happy there, satisfied with the pleasure the girls provided him and confident in the way things worked – he gave the orders, they followed them. Why couldn't that happen in his everyday life? And what the fuck was he going to do now, he couldn't return to the club after tonight. Could he…? Carlisle hadn't said he wasn't welcome back, just said he was teaching him a lesson.. Thank fuck he'd got off with just the broken fingers. Edward wasn't homophobic – each to their own an' all but fuck, he did NOT want that dudes cock in his mouth. He'd never considered it before but the very thought of it when Carlisle threatened…. The panic that overtook him was the most terrifying thing he'd ever experienced. In Edward's mind, he got off lightly with just the injured hand.

He made his way slowly to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of beer from the fridge. That's about all there was in there anyway. After a bit of trouble he managed to get the top off the bottle, his left hand pretty much useless and now throbbing uncomfortably. After a seconds thought he went into the bathroom and pulled out some Tylenol, popping two into his mouth and washing them down with a large gulp of beer. After a seconds consideration, he swallowed another two pills in the same fashion. His hand really fucking hurt.

He picked up the pile of mail he'd stepped over on entering the apartment and carried it into the living room, dropping it on the coffee table as he sat down heavily on the couch. He sighed as he looked through it. Bill. Bill. Bill. Junk. Final bill… Same shit, different day.

Deciding against opening it Edward swallowed down the rest of his beer before making his way into his bedroom. He fell into bed, still fully clothed and was asleep with in minutes. Stinking of beer, sweat and cigarettes and sure to wake up feeling like shit the next morning.

Some rather naughty lemons coming up in the next chapter… Be afraid! Haha!

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