CPOV

That was the most tortuous thing I have ever done. Not to Isabella, but to myself. My God, her responses to the pain I caused her was exquisite. She writhed and hissed and cried out from the pain at my hands which brought her nothing but pure pleasure, and I wanted to do nothing more than to pound my rock-hard dick into that perfect tight, sweet pussy. I shudder now at the thought, and my dick at the moment is so painfully hard, I don't think I could even bare to touch it, to bring myself to release, without it breaking off in my hand.

I am standing in the hallway, between my room and Isabella's sub room. I have to rearrange my offbrary now that I have a permanent submissive, I need my own bedroom. I'm leaning against the wall, thinking about what kind of bed Isabella might like.

Isabella, laying in my bed, restrained, with arm and leg restraints. Me pleasuring her with a dildo in her pussy, while I pound into her sweet little tight ass. SHIT FUCK! SO NOT HELPING MY SITUATION!

Just then, Jasper comes out of his room. He, I and now Isabella, have the only bedrooms on this floor. His room is set up much like mine, basically a study with a walk-in closet and en-suite.

He looks down the hall and sees me and tries to stifle a laugh at my painfully obvious situation going on in my pants. He is dressed in grey suit slacks with a matching vest but no suit jacket, with a black shirt, but no tie, with the cuffs just barely turned up to only show his wrists. He has always been a very attractive man. When we first met, his standard style of dress, reflected his Texan roots, but now that he had become a professional, he has stepped up his game as far as his taste, yet still remained more casual.

He started walking towards me, his arousal hit my nose before his manly scent of leather saddle soap and a bit of pumpkin spice.

"You didn't ask her for release?" He asked me. I only held my head down, closed my eyes, before swallowing back the venom that was pooling in my mouth, before shaking my head no.

"Would you like me to help you with your situation?" He said pointing down at my nether region.

"No, Jasper. I thank you kindly for the offer. But I think you and I need to make it a clean break. I have my mate now, and you have yours.

"I understand old friend." He said placing a hand on my shoulder.

"But Jasper? I start.

"Yeah Carlisle?" he replies

"Can you help me to the shower, I don't think I can walk at the moment." We both laugh at my admission. But he takes my arm and bring in over his shoulder and wraps his arm around my waist, as if you were supporting a man with a limp.

"I would actually think you could use that thing as a cane, I mean its stiff enough." He joked with a roaring laugh.

"You know Carlisle, you have to have blood ACTUALLY running through your veins, in order to get blue balls." He said still laughing.

"You know fucker, I think you missed your calling, you should have been a fucking comedian, instead of a psychologist." I said to him as he props me at my bathroom door before turning on the cold shower for me.

"So, when are you going to get together with 'Mistress She-pup?" I asked him, trying to take the focus off me.

"I would like to take her on a date this weekend, and get to know her better. Find out exactly how she feels, having her mortal enemy as her imprint/mate." He told me.

"Well I have the phone number for the Clearwater residence. I can text it to you later. Are you headed back to the hospital now?" I asked him.

"In a couple of hours. My shift starts a 3pm. I was hoping to talk to you a little about what happened at the hospital with Bella and her father, since I won't be here for the dinner. But we can discuss that at a more convenient time." He tells me with a smirk, and a slight chuckle, still referring to my ever present situation.

"You know I CAN help you with that, without laying a hand on you." He tells me.

"Yeah, how?" I ask him.

"Emmett, in a tiny polka dot bikini, fucking Old Quil Atera." He said. As the words came out of his mouth, my face turned into one of horror and disgust all at once. And my dick immediately deflated. With that Jasper roared into laughter, and I pushed his ass out of my bathroom.

"You are a disgusting fucker." I say to him as he runs out of my room at vampire speed. I start the shower out at cold just to ease the initial discomfort, then I switch to a hot shower to clean myself, before drying off and dressing in jeans and an Aerosmith t-shirt.

I go downstairs to find Esme making chicken salad and cutting up fruit for Isabella's lunch.

"What do you think of my Isabella?" I asked Esme. I have always respected Esme's opinion and often seek her perspective.

"Oh Carlisle, I think she is a very lovely girl. Though I can't begin to understand her, and your lifestyle choice. As long as you both make each other happy, that's all that matters. She's a very polite and thoughtful young lady. Now I don't know if she was being genuine or a kiss-ass when she called me 'mommy', but I can tell you it made my heart leap."

"I don't think she was being kiss-ass, Esme. I think she genuinely sees you as a mother figure. Something I don't think she's ever had. From what her father told us, she has been the mature parental figure in both households, and craves someone taking care of her, without ulterior motives." I tell her.

"In that case, I will do whatever it takes to make her healthy and happy. You know she's extremely underweight, and looks like she hasn't been sleeping properly, with the dark circles under her eyes." She says to me.

"Yes, Esme. I'm aware, which is why I couldn't leave her in her current living situation without knowing firsthand what she would be going back to. I get the feeling, she blames her Dad, for not getting her out of the situation she was put in with her mother and mother's boyfriend. She's also been bitten, by a vampire and had the venom sucked out so she wouldn't turn. I'm not sure how or why, but Jasper and I intend to find out." I told her.

"I do need your help with something, that is your expertise." I told her. Can you redo my Offbrary? I'd like to have a bedroom, eventually for Isabella and myself to share. I don't intend to fully claim her as my mate, until she is of legal age, so you have a couple of months. I don't want you to take away from your regular work." I tell her.

"Carlisle, really!?" She says excitedly. "Oh, it would be my pleasure to do this for you." I knew she would, anything to do with decorating the house, she was all in.

"Do you know what colors or furniture you'd like?" She asked me.

"Esme, I don't really care, but I would like you to get Isabella's opinion and input." I tell her.

"And what should I do with your study?" she asked

"Well I'd like to hold off on that at the moment. If you need to box up the books, I'm fine with that. Let's see what Jasper does, with his imprint and mate. If he indeed moves to Seattle, then I would like to just move to his suite. If not, then I can move it to the second floor, or even the basement." As the words came out of my mouth, a brilliant idea came to mind.

"Actually, is it possible to build a staircase from my suite to the basement?" I asked her.

"Yes, I can, but why?" She asked me.

"Can we go see the basement now?" I ask her

"Sure, let me put this away." She puts the chicken salad and fruit in the fridge and washes and dries her hands. She grabs a key off the hook in the laundry room and we head down the stairs off the kitchen. She flips a switch that turns on the light, as we enter the stairwell, and I see the basement leads down and at the bottom there is a small landing, and then a door. She unlocks the door, and pulls the chain of an overhead light, I see to an unfinished basement. In one corner there are boxes of her swatch fabric samples, books, carpet samples and other items related to her Interior design business.

"Oh Esme, I didn't mean to put you out of your storage space."

"Nonsense, Carlisle. Those actually belong, with the other stuff in the attic. I can move that out, with no problem.

"How large is this space, Esme?" I asked her.

"It's 2500 sq ft." She tells me.

"Is it possible to build walls, to have a main bedroom, with ensuite, a separate gym and an office?"

"Yes Carlisle, I can do that. The only thing I ask is that you purchase the materials, the labor is on me." She told me.

"No, Esme. I am hiring you as an Interior designer. I want a full bill, this is your business, your expertise and time. I would never…" she interrupts me by putting a finger over my lips.

"Nonsense, Carlisle. This is my home too. Though I wanted to put in an indoor pool. Whatever you need this for, for you and your mate, I am willing to put the time in for you and her." She tells me. She then grabs my arm, and we walk to the other side of the basement.

"This is where your room is, 4 floors up. In order to build a staircase from your room to here. It would go through mine, since your suite is directly above mine, and Emmett's and Rosalie's which is directly below mine. However, if I build a winding staircase, starting in Bella's closet, it will only go through, the closet in my office, which I only use for material storage space, which also can go in the attic, no one else's rooms or closets will be disturbed. It can end here, which can be the gym area." She tells me. She then rushes over to her box of things in the corner, and pulls out a sketch pad. She is truly a genius when it comes to designing. She begins to explain her vision as she sketches.

"I take it you want to make one of those playrooms, like in the movie Fifty Shades of Grey." She says with a smirk. I look at her with wide eyes.

"What, don't look at me like that. That Jamie Dornan is a hot piece of ass, I've seen it three times, and can't wait for the sequels." She tells me as she continues to sketch. "Yeah, I can see it now, you as Christian Grey, and Isabella as Anastasia." We both laugh. Then she shows me the sketch.

"So, if we bring a stairwell down here into the gym, it wouldn't look odd. Then through here, instead of an en-suite, we make a pass-through bathroom, that can be accessed from either the gym, or the playroom. We can place your offbrary here, and even an additional small bedroom here if you like."

"It's perfect, Esme. How soon can you get started?" I ask her

"Well that depends. For construction, I usually sub-contract Sam Uley. If you don't want them envolved…" I interrupt her.

"Wait, you work with the wolf pack." I ask her.

"Well, yes. They are the best construction firm in the Olympic Peninsula. I'm actually really looking forward to getting to know Leah Clearwater. She is going to school for Interior design, with a minor in business management, according to Sam. You know she's his ex-fiancée. They were getting married, until he imprinted on her cousin, when she came to help with the wedding. This is the first time she's been back on the reservation. She immediately left and went away to UCLA. She gave all that up to stay on the rez to marry Sam. After everything, she just up and left for college. None of them ever thought she would come back, until her father took ill. She was so pissed off when she saw Emily was pregnant, she phased, then her little brother phased, right in front of Harry. That's what caused his heart attack." Geez, she was spilling all the tea, on the wolves.

"Esme!" I exclaimed. "I've never known you to be a gossip. And how is it, that everyone is so at ease with the wolf pack? I didn't know you all knew each other so well."

"Oh Carlisle, get with the program. This is the new generation of wolves. This isn't Ephraim Blacks pack. We still have the treaty, but they also understand, mating and imprinting. They've been wanting to talk to you about the treaty as a matter of fact. With Sam imprinting on a girl outside of their tribe, and a few of the other imprinting on regular humans, I explained to them, that imprinting is much like vampires having and claiming a mate. They would like to add an addendum. So, you and Jasper may want to act as representatives and meet with them soon, if you wish to change Isabella." She told me.

"Speaking of, I need to get Rosalie's punishment over with before the other's get home, and get back to her. Thanks so much for this, you can hire whomever you need. We will talk about interior design once you start the construction. I'd like to get started as soon as possible."

I looked at my watch. It was now 2pm. The kids would be home in about an hour and a half. That gave me time for Rosalie, and to get Isabella up from her nap and have lunch.

I go up to my office and Rosalie was sitting staring down at her hands. She pointed to a letter she had written me. I walked over to my desk and sat to read her letter.

"Dear Carlisle:

I would like to start by apologizing for disrespecting you and your mate. That was not my intention. However, I still would like you to consider my position.

You are right, I do take advantage of the fact that I have found my mate and the love of my life. I still can't help the fact, that you will be putting Bella at a disadvantage.

You are taking away her chance to live a human life, to get married and have babies. To grow old surrounded by children, and grandchildren.

That is all I have ever wanted out of my life. I feel that if I was given the choice. I would not have chosen this life. While I know you felt you were saving my life by bringing me into this existence, I would have rather you left me to die in the street.

That was it. I had read enough. I didn't need to read anymore. I was already aware how she felt about this existence. If she truly felt that way, I was prepared to end her existence right then and there, if that's what she wanted. I balled up the letter and angrily threw it in the trash.

"Was it your intention to piss me off more than you already had, Rosalie?" She looked up at me with confusion on her face. I know she wanted to say something, but couldn't with her missing tongue. She finally shook her head no.

"You are still, the same self-centered, self-righteous bitch you have always been. Do you ever consider anyone else's feelings other than your own? How do you know, that's what Isabella wants? Have you even gotten off your high horse to even ask her? No, you already made up in that pretty little head of yours, that she was human, and didn't have an opinion, and if she did, she didn't share yours. So, you had no intentions in giving her a chance to get to know her.

And what of Emmett? If there was no you, do you realize that there may be no Emmett either. And he seems to be quite happy, and quite pleased with this existence. Now, I am prepared to end your miserable existence right here and now, if that's what you want. I am sick of your attitude regarding this. You know as well as I do, a mate would follower their soul to death. So, if I end you know, would you want me to end Emmett as well? I would be surprised if he didn't ask me for it, he would surely find his end, shortly after yours. Is that what you want?" I said to her sitting directly in front of her, on the corner of my desk. She then thought over everything I just told her. I see an amalgamation of emotions play out on her face. Then, I finally see resignation on her face. I see venom tears well in her eyes. She slowly raised her head to me and shook her head no.

"Now, Isabella is here to stay, unless she no longer wishes, or until she orders me away. She now owns my soul, and I will take out, anything, or anyone that stands between that. I am not asking you to be her BFF. All I ask, is the same respect…" I stop and think about what I am about to say. Because this bitch doesn't respect anyone.

"I only expect you to be cordial to her, not disrespect her or upset her. While she is very fragile, and not just because she is human, but because her life has not been easy. She does not know what its like to have a family that cares about her. Anything less than that, I will reevaluate your continued stay with this family. Isabella is in the room right next to us sleeping, so I will meet you in your and Emmett's room for your punishment, in 1 minutes, as not to disturb her." She nods her head and rises from her seat and walks out the door.

I walk around the desk and take a paddle from the drawer. I go down the stairs to her suite and find her positioned over the arm of the love seat in her sitting area. She is only in a t-shirt and a pair of panties. Because this is parental corporal punishment, and she is a married woman, I would never require her to be completely naked. Besides, Rosalie holds absolutely no sexual appeal to me in the least. Though she is a very attractive woman, physically, her foul attitude and self-centeredness, makes her completely unappealing to me.

Though I had hope after her change, she would be a suitable mate for Edward, however, they were like oil and water. Though for the life of me I couldn't understand why, to me they were two spokes in the same wheel. I take a long unneeded breath, remembering that after this, I then had to deal with that Ass-hat.

"6 warm ups, three on each cheek, and 20 spanks with the paddle." I told her. She can only whimper. "Emmett will replace your tongue, and take you to hunt when he returns from school."

I give her the 6 warm up spanks with my hand. I then take the paddle and begin to bring it down onto her ass once, before I hear the strangled screams of Isabella.

OH MY GOD! Did I leave you with a Cliffy? Bad writer. (Slapping my writers hand in my mind)