Heya guys, hopefully I will soon be getting a beta, then you can get more every week than I can give you! Or at least an idea helper. :D
So, let us continue. This chapter has A LOT of flittering POV's between Edward and Bella, so you're EPOV lust should be satisfied. I decided to do this because it means that I can show the madness of this situation versus Edwards lust and how closely they are linked. And AT LAST another lemony chapter. :D Enjoy. Don't worry though, the next chapter will be back to BPOV, I just fancied a change. Let me know how you like it.
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My head was spinning as Edward shoved me into the house.
ABANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO ENTER HERE.
"Bella," he growled. The room went quiet; the tension between us was electric. His lips curled up, a snarl escapes his lips, feral and angry. I stepped backwards and he rushed forwards to grasp my shoulders.
"Actually, first of all, I want to have a little fun," he hissed, throwing me to the ground. My head cracked against the sideboard and I yelped in pain, but kept my eyes open so that I could keep him in my sight. He disappeared from my view instantly though and I heard a harsh laugh from behind me and I whirled around and saw him next to the small black box that was embedded into the wall. What was he doing? He opened the black box and flicked a switch inside of it. The house instantly went pitch black and I couldn't see anything.
His presence was around me, everywhere. "Edward?" I yelled, my voice echoing too loudly in the hall. I heard a chuckle from beside me and I span around, trying not to fall off balance. He wasn't there. But I could barely see, all I could make out was the pale skin on my hands and arms. He must have been moving too fast for me to make out, because he was pale too. White as marble.
I stumbled backwards and began to run through the house, feeling the way forwards with my hands. I ran straight into a wall. Clever, clever Bella.
"You're mad Bella," I heard a velvet voice murmur in my ear. I was pressed into the wall by his body and I felt a shiver of terror and excitement go up my spine.
"No I'm n-"
"You're mad Bella."
I felt him disappear from behind me. I turned around and saw a light coming from under a door. I suppose it was better than being stuck in this terrifying darkness. I ran towards the door, tripping over something on the way. The door swung open as I fell against it. I looked up from the floor, seeing that I was now in the kitchen.
I got up, looking around wildly. This was his sick twisted game of cat and mouse, trying to hunt me down….then what? I hoped he didn't mean what he said in the car.
I stalked over to the counter and threw open the draw, finding a torch. I looked in the other draws because there may be knives inside. All in false hope though, for there was nothing left. I slammed the drawer shut again and turned the light off, walking out of the door slowly, armed with my torch. I flicked it on and heard something flit past me to the right. I didn't swivel round to face the noise, because I knew that it was him. I flicked the torch around, my breathing heavy, looking for something, anything, I didn't know what.
I heard a chuckle behind me and began to panic. I stood, statue like for a minute, shining my torch everywhere, trying to keep my breath under control. You're not mad Bella. Just frightened. My torch ran over the front door. I steadied my shaking hands and ran towards the door. I managed to get there without being stopped and wrenched open the door with my shaking hands. I ran out into the cold air and flung my torch down the driveway, seeing a flash of white going after it. I hid behind the wall as the speeding Edward ran after the torch.
I can't believe he didn't realise. I swung backwards and ran inside, slamming the door behind me. I fumbled with the lock and clicked it shut just as a bang resounded on the other side of the door. The door was thick and metallic, so it would take him at least a minute to break through. I heard another bang and a fist shape pounded into the metal.
I turned away, trying to ignore the pounding in my chest that resonated in the door. I ran up the stairs, and heard another bang. It sounded like metal splitting. I ran faster down the hallway, trying to ignore the ripping sound from downstairs. I tore into Edwards's office and locked the door behind me. The walls were tremendously thick here, to keep other people out, so I was protected for a while. I leant my head against the door, my hair falling in front of my face, catching my breath.
I heard silence from outside the door.
"Bella. Let me in," a smooth voice said.
"As if," I replied, laughing hysterically.
"Bella. Let. Me. In." He commanded, his voice harder and louder.
I sat down at the table and picked up the phone from the table and hurriedly typed in 911.
This number is not recognised.
Damn. 999.
Hello, this is Emergency Services. What do you requ-
"Police, hurry please!" I hissed. I noticed the clock on the wall read 11.30pm.
Calm down, miss. What can we do?
"There is a man outside this door who is going to rape and or kill me," I whispered down the phone, shaking.
Keep calm miss. Men are on their way. Keep yourself in a locked room of you can. We'll trace your locations.
"Just hurry," I said, putting the phone down. Men were on their way. Thank God.
I couldn't hear anything outside the door, but could hear someone downstairs, cluttering about in the hallway.
"Bellaaa, you are going to regret that," I heard him chimed through the thick walls.
I crawled under the desk and curled up into a ball, shivering. A single pound on the door shattered the wood and I saw Edwards's shiny black shoes enter the room. My eyes were open so wide I thought they would pop, as his knees bent down and his smirking face appeared.
"Hey," he said, his voice like an angels.
My heart beat too fast. My head span.
BLACK.
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EPOV:
Eurgh. Silly Bella had passed out.
I knew in my head this was wrong. What had I done to make her run away? Was she that unhappy? Should I just let her go?
Don't be ridiculous Edward. She can never leave you.
The police arrived an hour ago; I told them that my drunken girlfriend had made a prank call. They regarded her passed out body on the sofa, and the bottle of wine next to her and laughed with me. They left as soon as they arrived. I was too good.
But now, my sleeping angel was on the sofa, her hair tangled and her face paler than mine. Poor Bella. But did she have to keep defying me? I would show her now. That SHE was MINE. Implements lay on the coffee table next to the sofa where she was strewn. Her nightmares had laid her in a stance that looked as if she had been dropped from a great height, her hair mussed and her limbs complicated. If it weren't for the slow rising and falling of her chest, I would have thought she hadn't survived the drop, by the bruises and cuts on her skin.
She was waking, I heard her moan. She looked up at me, her eyes blinking rapidly, trying to assess the situation. She could tell I wasn't happy with her. And I wasn't. I was furious.
"How could you run from me Bella?!" I yelled in her face. She whimpered and scuttled backwards onto the sofa. I sat down on the cushion and pulled her tiny ankle towards me. She struggled and kicked, but it was useless against my enhance strength. A human versus a vampire? Don't be stupid.
I swung Bella over my lap. She frantically kicked and screamed profanities at me. "Bella, I'm going to give you the punishment you deserve. You are acting like a fucking spoilt little brat, so you shall be spanked like one."
Her body tensed. "What?"
"You heard me. Now shut up and accept your punishment, like a good girl."
I yanked down her jeans and underwear with one fell swoop of my arm and was greeted with a sight I had been yearning for. Bella's ass, readily mine. Waiting for the bite of my hand. I grinned and ran my fingers over the pale flesh for a second, before feeling her shudder. Was I that repulsive?
Anger flared up again. My hand rose and slapped down onto her pale skin, with moderate force. Well, moderate for me must have meant extreme pain for her. She yelled in pain and arched her back and kicked her legs in protest. I kept my hand going in a steady rhythm, loving how quickly her ass went from white to a fiery scarlet. If she struggled I focused my spanks on the tender tight thigh area, where she yelped even more. I carried this spanking on for at least half an hour before I landed one final wallop onto her bright red buttocks. She was beaten by this point, her head hung over my legs, sobbing in agony and embarrassment.
I heard her sigh and relax a little over my knee. I smirked and leant forwards, to retrieve the paddle from the table. I hesitated and took the belt in my hands. I handed it to Bella, who looked confused and scared.
Oh how I loved her fear.
"You must hold onto this. If you drop it or put your hands back then I will use it. Understand?" I snarled, hoping my aggression would scare her more.
Her shaking hands gripped the menacing belt tightly and her eyes shut. I reached towards the paddle again and gripped the wood, loving the feeling of the smooth wood in my hand. I ran my cold hand over her burning backside and chuckled as I raised the paddle up. I landed the wood on her cheek and she screeched in pain. Sorry my darling, you should listen to me.
Five more hits and a small bruise is appearing on her ass, I smiled gleefully at this. She struggled as the sixth crack landed and her hands slipped off the belt.
I grinned and laid the paddle down.
"Get up Bella."
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I couldn't help it. I dropped it. That damn paddle made my ass set on fire and now, it was bruising, I could tell it. That final whack sent convulsions through my body and my fingers couldn't grasp the thick leather anymore.
"Get up Bella."
I hung over his lap, dejected and went to pull up my underwear. His hand stopped me and I shed my trousers and underwear from my ankles. Tears ran down my face and he led me around the sofa and shoved my torso down over the chair.
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I manoeuvred her chest down onto the back of the sofa, so her ass was firmly planted while still being open to my will. Her white cheeks were blazing red while small black flecks were cast over her occasionally. I brought the belt up to her ass and she began to sob again, her small chest racking with sobs. I rose up the belt and-
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THWACK.
The belt lashed across my backside and I screeched in pain. The world turned black for a second before everything went clear again. Another lash of fire spread across my buttocks and I collapsed over the sofa, howling in pain. I expected another lash when-
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I stilled my hand and stared for a moment at the bleeding lines across her buttocks and her sobbing frame. She was beaten. But I wasn't satisfied yet. I landed one last slap from my hand to her buttocks and she whimpered in pain. I ran my cool hands over her burning skin, but wrenched her thighs apart at the same time.
"Ed-dward?" she stammered, confused.
I chuckled quietly to myself and ran my hands up her sore thighs. I leant forwards and placed her hands on the edge of the sofa. I held my palms over her hands and whispered in her ear.
"Move these and I will hurt you."
She shivered and I grinned to myself. My hands went back to wandering around her body. But I needed to arouse her first. I leant forwards again, my chest on her back and let my hands creep up her shirt, under her bra. The feeling of her breasts in my hands was wonderful, I felt totally in control. I pinched her nipples ruthlessly and she let out a moan.
Fuck. She was dia3bolical.
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He was fucking diabolical.
His hands were running over my skin, cooling it down.
God, it was so hot.
His hands pinched me hard, drawing a prolonged moan from my lips. Eurgh. I was disgusted with myself. His hands disappeared and began running up my thighs. I wanted so badly to remove my hands and force him away, but I was afraid of the belt again. And secretly, I was enjoying this. His hands forced my legs wide open.
"Stop, please!" I begged as his hands ran over my centre. I arched in pleasure, loving the feeling of his cool fingers on me. He shoved three fingers inside of me and I could feel the wetness dripping down my legs already.
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"Stop, please!" This was just a plea to get me inside her. So, I did my best to please and entered her with three digits.
God, she was so wet. It was literally running down her thighs. I had to lean down to lick it off. I ran down her body and slid my tongue up her thigh, loving the taste of her sweet honey. She was beautiful. I could see her face was strained to keep her hands on the sofa.
I kept running my tongue up her, still pumping away at her with my fingers. I flicked my tongue on her clit. She moaned loudly. I chuckled to myself and hummed against her sensitive area again. I continued to pump my fingers faster and faster until my hand was basically a blur and my mouth was licking, biting, sucking at her clit. She was writhing in an uncontrollable way now, and her legs were beginning to weaken. I held her legs up with my shoulders-
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God. I was in heaven. His hand was moving so fast; it was the best thing I had ever experienced. And his rough treatment of my clitoris was crazy, who knew I could ever experience pleasure such as this. My legs were weakening and I felt his body prop me up.
I was so close.
He bit down on my clit and I exploded. My head whirled in release and my body writhed in pleasure.
On the comedown I realised I had let go of the sofa.
I looked back at him and saw he had stood up behind me and was licking the remains of my mind-blowing orgasm from his fingers. His eyes cast over my hands and he turned me around quickly, He smiled for a second, then I found myself being hoisted over his shoulder and walked out of the room.
I struggled weakly, before realising it was futile. Edward raced through to the 'playroom' and I tensed up immediately. But he had already spanked me, and surely he wouldn't make me bleed. But he had already drunk blood tonight, his eyes showed me that.
I was dumped in a wooden chair by Edward before briefly he was back in front of me, carrying rope. "Don't move Bella."
"You think I will move? I'm guessing this is for moving my hands?" I asked, sarcastically. Edward raised my arms onto the armrests and tied them down quickly.
"Yes, this is for that. And partly for running away," he replied. He pulled my thighs up and tied my legs down around the chair, so I was wide open and exposed for him. I looked away and shut my eyes, not wanting to look at what kind of torture he had planned for me.
He was gone for a minute or two and my mind had time to think for a while. What was he going to do? He couldn't do much more…
He reappeared and had some item in his hand. It was a large white tube with a white ball on the end. What was….wait. I knew what that was. What was he doing with that? He moved the item between my legs and turned it on. The vibrations against my clit immediately sent waves of pleasure through me and I groaned in desperation. "I'm going to rip as many fucking orgasms from your sweet pussy that you will beg me to stop," he hissed, smoothly.
I blinked and my hips gyrated, but I was unable to break myself free. One. An orgasm tore through me powerfully, but the vibrator didn't let up. In fact he could still turn it up by five levels. Then the vibrations got faster and my hips thrusted wildly. But I would not scream. Not for him.
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This was so hot.
Her hips were thrusting violently forwards and I moved the vibrator up to the penultimate setting. She screamed. She had kept screaming since the third orgasm. I had ripped at least seven from her so far. Women were amazing in their ability of multiple orgasms. I envied them for this. I had taped the end of the vibrator to her stomach, so I could sit back and watch as she couldn't control herself and kept on coming everywhere. The seat she was sat in was dripping with her juices.
I had torn off her shirt a while ago and her breasts were bouncing with the force of her thrusts. "P-p-please s-s-stop Edward!" she stuttered, through the pleasure, which I imagined, had turned painful a while ago.
I chuckled and moved towards the vibrator and turned it up another notch.
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The waves of pleasure had soon turned to aching pain after the third orgasm. I was yelping against the pumped up vibrations as Edward turned it up. My body was wrenching and wretching in agony and my pulse was so fast I thought my heart would burst from my chest.
"Please! Stop! Stop! I'm g-gonna..." I trailed off, coming again. This time the orgasm was painful and the vibrations were excruciating against my centre. God, it needed to stop.
Edward leaned over and turned the vibrations off. A wave of relief washed over me and I looked up through my hair at Edward, who was un-taping the toy.
"Thank you," I breathed. His face was right next to mine as his fingers peeled the tape from my stomach smoothly. His beautiful eyes looked up at me and he smiled genuinely. His lips were so close to mine. Gosh.
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I wanted to kiss her so much right now.
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"Will you behave Bella?" he asked, voice quiet. He sounded different, he sounded sincere. "Because you know you can never outrun or outfight me. I am a vampire Bella. I am designed to kill."
"Yes. I will behave. Can I just ask one thing, Edward?" I said, as he released my legs.
"Depends what it is," he replied, starting to cut away at the rope that held my arms with his teeth.
"I would only ask that I could be able to go outside of this house every now and then. I think I am going mad in here."
"You may go out with my escort. If you ever feel the need to go out then tell me the night before and I shall not go to work," he replied, standing up. He held out a hand and I took it and pulled myself up. My legs were shaking still and I leant against his shoulders for support. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and helped me limp to my bedroom.
"Get some sleep now Bella," he said, helping me to lie down on the covers.
"But, I don't want to sleep now! Not while you're in a mildly good mood!" I said, indignantly. Edward chuckled and looked me dead in the eye.
"Then get dressed and come downstairs when you're ready. We'll have a midnight feast," he smiled widely and walked to the door. "I'm glad our differences have been sorted out Bella. I only wish for us to be on civil terms. You are a servant, but it doesn't mean that I can't be…..fond of you."
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God how I love her.
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I nodded as he walked out of the door. He must have been fond of me to torture and abuse me?!
Haha.
What a life I had. Have. Eurgh.
I got up and walked to the wardrobe, opening the white door slowly. I shut the door, not wanting to wear proper clothes right now. My legs ached still and I had bruises all over me. I flung open a drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe and chose a pair of pyjamas. The bottoms were red and white gingham shorts, that ended halfway between my hips and knees and the top was a small black vest. I donned a massive black hoody over the top that hung loosely over my body, keeping me warm. I pulled on a pair of fleecy bed socks and walked out of the room into the bathroom, to bathe some of my wounds.
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She was so beautiful. And I meant what I had said. I was fond of her but I think she was starting to doubt her real purpose here. She knew she wasn't a slave. I think.
But I had shown her not to run away from Edward Cullen. If she tried anything again I would carve my initials into her skin, I think.
I took the pasta from the saucepan as I heard her running water upstairs. Probably washing off that sweet blood of hers. I was surprised at myself for being able to resist her. I suppose I was used to her scent now.
I filled a bowlful of pasta for her, and removed a canister from the fridge for myself. I filled her a big glass of water and poured a small amount of whiskey for myself. Alcohol was a luxury for vampires. While we couldn't eat or drink real food, we could feel the effects of alcohol in our stone bodies. It gave a tingling, mind-blowing feeling. My brother, Emmett, used to say that alcohol, blood and sex went hand in hand for him.
I smiled at the thought. My family would have to visit us soon, I missed them all greatly. I started to hum gently to myself, thinking of home and Bella. Sweet notes left my lips as I rebottled the vintage whiskey.
"That's nice."
I turned around to see my angel leant against the doorframe. Her face was freshly scrubbed and her hair was brushed, she looked gorgeous. I gestured to the plate of pasta on the table and she sat down obediently. I sat down opposite her and raised the blood to my lips just as she raised the water to hers. I smiled down the table at her and she smiled back.
Good. I am happy.
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It's a strange life. At one moment I was all for hating Edward, for defying him even if it cost me my life. But now, sat here with pasta and blood, our opposite clash seems to be resolved. Strange.
I am….happy.
