AN: Guys summer school sucks. Being a Chem major suck donkey balls as well but what can I do. Enjoy this and I'll be back on Monday.
Procedure
""It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be."- Sarah Dessen
"I want you to belong to me in every way possible. Can you handle that Isabella?"
"Yes Mr. Volturi, I can handle that."
He grabbed my face roughly in his hand and jerked me forward, his lips devouring mine, our breath mingling together, his tongue dueling with mine forcing me to surrender underneath him; to yield to his strength.
I relaxed my mouth and let him control the kiss taking cues from his body, his hands slid into my hair stilling my neck, his nails piercing into my scalp. He pulled back from my mouth and stared at me, his eyes roving over my face his thumb running over the apples of my cheeks.
"Hanno dimostrato di essere il mio perfetto abbinare piccolino. Speriamo che continuiate a essere.," he whispered the words at me, but I had no idea what the meant.
"What does that mean sir?"
His eyes roamed over my face again, his fingers caressing my skin.
"Nothing, now there are a few things we need to discuss so come here sweetheart."
He grabbed me by the waist hoisting me up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me in place.
"If we are going to pursue this relationship Isabella there are some changes that are going to take place."
"Like what sir?"
He stroked my back and ran his fingers along the inside of my thigh before he answered.
"Well to begin with I would be more comfortable if you lived with me."
I immediately felt the frown come across my face. I liked having my own space, something that belonged to me exclusively, not having to depend own anyone solely to provide for me.
Living with him meant that I would be completely dependent upon him for everything. He would provide everything.
Food.
A roof over my head.
I would have nothing that would be just be mine.
He smoothed out the skin that had creased in between my eyebrows and kissed me softly on the forehead.
"Do you object to my request Isabella?"
It came off as a simple question, but the timbre in his voice let me know he would not be pleased if I said I didn't want to live with him. So I phrased my objection the best way I knew how.
"I do not object, but I am curious to know how this situation will work. In exchange for being here constantly what I will be providing you with?"
He pulled away from me sharply and squeezed the hand that was in between my legs around my thigh.
"This is not a business transaction Isabella," he said biting out the words. "You will not be providing me with anything in exchange for living with me. I wanted you here simply because it's safer then living in the city alone and my home is a fortress not easily penetrated by your average criminal."
His face had darkened, his anger overtaking his features making his nostrils flare, and had I been anyone else I would have cowered with that look being directed at me but I reveled in it. The power that exuded from this man's very being bubbled the blood in my veins and made me want to agree to anything he asked.
I draped my arms on his shoulders and tucked my hands into his hair caressing those glorious strands once again.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" he demanded.
"Yes sir I would love to live with you."
His eyes narrowed and the anger never left his face but as his hand relaxed it's death grip on my thigh and massaged the spot it hand previously been in I knew he was indeed pleased.
"Good. Now I had Genevera order some clothes in your size and I had them placed in your room, go and get dressed sweetheart we have an appointment to make," and he patted me on the thigh effectively dismissing me from the room.
I had one more question though.
"My room?" I said a little confused. "I'm not sleeping with you?"
He looked at me for a second then pushed his thick black hair over his shoulder before addressing me.
"I do not share my bed. Now go get dressed."
X
When we left Aro's villa it was in a stretch black town car, I had put on a nice soft thigh length dress that Genevera had ordered for me and let my hair flow down my back. It had always been annoyingly thin and long my whole life but with the way Aro couldn't keep his hands out of it I was beginning to appreciate it.
When we got to where we were going, the driver walked around and opened the door for us. Aro stepped out and extended his hand to me helping me out of the car, but before we could continue walking he pulled me to the side, out of the way of the driver and placed his hands on my face, cupping my jaw in his grasp.
"We're going to be running some errands today Isabella in preparation for this evening."
"What's happening this evening sir?"
He ran his thumb along my bottom lip before he spoke, "First your training," he said while he ghosted his fingers down the sides of my neck and down to the top of my bottom, "and then a…exercise if you will," he whispered with the hinting of a small smile on his mouth. He leaned forward and placed his lips dangerously close to my ear before speaking again.
"Tonight is just a demonstration of things to come," he breathed and he placed his hand on my bottom squeezing it roughly and I could only imagine the sight we made. Both of us indecently wrapped around the other, on a public street, his hand imprinted into my flesh for the whole city to see. I shifted slightly, uncomfortable with this outwardly forward public display but he only squeezed tighter.
"Be still Isabella."
He squeezed a bit tighter until I could feel my flesh burning in his grasp before he let go and placed a soft contrasting kiss on my neck.
"Come piccolino, I'm sure Chelsea is waiting for us."
X
When we walked into the building I immediately knew it was a spa and not one of those 'happy ending' lewd spas but one of those exclusive incredibly expensive spas where they put fruit and Aloe Vera in your pedicure water and the air spells so rich you could bottle it. Aro guided me to the back where the offices were, past the women sitting in chairs waiting for their appointments. He knocked twice on the very last door in the hallway before opening it and greeting the woman sitting behind the desk.
"Ciao Chelsea mi dispiace di averla fatta aspettare," he said to the woman sitting down and as soon as she recognized his voice she bounded out of her chair to embrace him effectively pushing me off to the side. She was an old acquaintance, that was obvious, but the familiarity they had with each other hinted at a relationship and a closeness that I didn't want to acknowledge.
They spent several minutes speaking to each other in Italian, Chelsea repeatedly throwing her long black hair over her shoulders, laughing obnoxiously at things that weren't funny and placing her hands on Aro's shoulders to get closer to him. I was about to clear my throat and interrupt them before I throttled her with my sandal when Aro stepped back and wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Chelsea this is my Isabella, tesoro this is Chelsea a dear old friend of mine."
She turned to look at me and she was the picture perfect representation of poise and grace when she stuck her hand out and proclaimed it was fantastic to meet me in her heavily built accent but when her eyes narrow critically assessing me up and down and with the very stiff handshake she gave I could tell she was anything but sincere.
But I could fake it with the best of them.
I plastered the fakest smile I owned on my face and leaned into Aro's arms fully before responding.
"It's great to meet you as well Chelsea."
"You are American no?"
I could hear the sneer in her voice but I let it slide as Aro pulled me onto hip lap to sit down.
"Yes I am."
I gave her nothing else, but that didn't stop her from asking again.
"And how do you know Aro?"
I didn't like the way she casually said his name, the way she rolled the r in her mouth, as if she knew him better than I did and was trying to bait me with it.
"Chelsea," Aro practically purred at her, "We have business to discuss remember dear?"
"Yes sir sorry let's continue."
I narrowed my eyes at her as soon as the 'sir' slipped from her overtly plump lips. He was not her sir. She had no right to call him that. I could feel my cheeks flushing in anger and barely heard Aro when he called my name.
"Isabella?"
"Yes?" my head snapped to meet his gaze.
"I asked if you would prefer Tuesday and Thursday or Monday and Friday."
I looked between Chelsea and Aro having no clue what they had been talking about.
"Whatever you think works best sir is fine with me."
I thought my answer would please him but I could feel his hand tightening on my thigh again. He leaned down toward my ear and spoke imperceptibly.
"When I ask you a direct question I want a direct answer Isabella. Do not try and pacify me with the response you think I'll accept because you weren't listening to the conversation."
I could feel the blood rushing to my face in embarrassment of him reprimanding me in front of Chelsea regardless of whether she could hear us or not.
"Now tell Chelsea what days you would prefer and remain attentive to the conversation from now on little girl."
I nodded my head slightly and looked back up to a smirking Chelsea.
"Tuesday and Thursday will do."
She nodded her head and began typing on the computer in front of her.
"Okay the standard treatment package includes nails and toes, a waxing every other week, a facial of your choice, body scrub and or massage and an optional haircut. Will all of this be okay with you?"
I nodded my head in acquiesce and Aro pulled out his wallet to hand his black card over.
"Bill her account on this card and make sure all of her attendants are female."
X
When we were finished Aro called Afton to bring the car around and while we were waiting ran his hand up and down my back slightly.
"Are you and Chelsea good friends?"
I hadn't meant for the question to come out so bitter and jealous filled but it was out there and I couldn't take it back.
He smirked at me, wrapped a few strands of my hair around his fingers and tugged faintly.
"Like I said before sweetheart, she's an old friend."
"Yes sir I know but she just seemed…I don't know very…familiar with you."
He chuckled lightly at me and kissed me on the forehead.
"Come piccolino we have another stop to make."
X
"Sì le prenotazioni per i Volturi."
We were sitting in the car outside of the Ora d'Aria one the most exclusive restaurants in Tuscany. Aro was speaking to someone on his cell phone next to me. My hand was firmly tucked into his, his thumb stroking back and forth across the skin while I adjusted my dress and looked down at my flat sandals wishing I hand chosen a different outfit to wear.
Ora d'Aria catered to the elite population. The top one percent who wore mink furs and heels made of alligator skin. People who spent thousands of dollars on purses they only carried once, and then there was me with my simple, cheap outfits and public school education, I was the antithesis of what they exemplified.
I pulled down the edges of my dress and flexed my toes in my sandals once more while Aro ended his call. He turned to me and brought my hand up to his mouth to lay a kiss on the soft skin.
"Are you ready piccolino?"
I nodded and when Afton opened the door we walked out into what I could only describe as a circus. Flashing lights and cameras littered every side of the entrance way and nearly eradicated my sight in the process. The flashes were so bright I could barely see the feet in front of me.
"Signor Volturi, Signor Volturi!"
"Who's the new girl Aro?"
"Come vanno gli affari Signor Volturi?"
"Can we get a statement Aro?"
They were vultures, invading our space and delving into his private life asking invasive questions, shoving their cameras into our faces all trying to get the money winning picture.
"Ignore them Isabella come, we have reservations."
We walked past the crowd and into the restaurant, away from the prying eyes. As soon as we approached the hostess's podium she was nodding her head profusely and directing us to a man in a suit with white gloves on his hands and a handkerchief thrown over his forearm. He lead us to the back of the restaurant, up a flight of stairs and behind a privacy screen to a sectioned off area. It appeared to be a cellar yet there was no dampness or wet smell in the air. There was one table in the center of the room that seated four people at most and the bricks lining the wall were littered with lit wall lamps.
He led us to the table and waited for us to be seated before he spoke.
"Enjoy your meal sir; I will lead the rest of your party up here when they arrive."
When the man left I looked towards Aro in confusion.
"Rest of the party?" I questioned.
"Yes, I'm expecting my brother and his wife."
"Marcus?"
He looked at me for a short while before leaning forward and placing his lips on mine softly.
"No tesoro, Caius."
I was interested in meeting more of Aro's family, of getting to know more about the man who was beginning to be such a big part in my life.
"Okay," I whispered out softly and tucked my head into the crook of his neck, breathing him in and nuzzling my nose into his skin. He kissed my ear, his lips ghosting along the ridge and I put my fingers on the inside of his suit jacket, touching his stomach feeling the strength and power beneath the fabric.
"I see you waste no time dear brother."
I pulled back sharply and leaned around Aro to see Caius and his wife standing in the entranceway, the maître d' standing off to the side of the couple who looked so much like each other.
I remembered Caius from the diner but he looked different tonight. His hair draped around his face, so blond and bright it almost looked white in the light. His pale lips held a smirk on them as if he relished in finding us in a compromising position. His suit screamed expensive and his shoes looked so shiny I could see the maître d' reflected in them.
"Ah dear brother it has been quite some time has it not?"
Aro rose to greet his brother and the two conversed for a while in rapid Italian while I took in the woman who had walked in with Caius.
She was beautiful, her hair bright and blond as well but undoubtedly thick. It fell down her back almost touching her butt. She wore a small black dress and her neck was decorated in pearls but she had a friendly disposition about her. Her eyes were a deep cerulean blue and when she smiled at me I could see the dimples that lived in her cheeks. She was gorgeous but didn't make me feel inferior. She was beautiful but very welcoming.
"Ah it is so nice to meet Aro's woman."
Her accent was heavy but it only added to her charm. She accosted me with a hug and I could do nothing but return it.
"I am Athenodora, it is mouthful I know, just call me Dora yes?"
I laughed a little at her exuberance.
"Okay, well hello Dora, I am Isabella."
"You are American?"
"Yes."
"Good good," she said and nodded her head quickly, "Aro need someone different."
"What do you mean someone different, different from whom?" I asked but before she could respond the men interrupted us.
"Come ladies let's sit we have food to eat and business to discuss."
We all sat down at the table and after the maître d took our order Caius pulled some papers out of his front breast pocket.
"I brought what you asked for brother," Caius said and he placed the folded pages on the table in front of both of us.
The air in the room shifted slightly. Aro sat up straighter and I could see his eyes darkening with each passing second.
"Dora sweetheart, go and tell that nice young man that we do not wished to be disturbed until further notice. I'll go get him when we've concluded our business."
Caius tapped Dora on the shoulder thrice and she rose from the table immediately to follow his requests. When she returned she sat back in her chair with her hands folded in her lap and her head slightly bent towards the floor.
"Now brother I gave you the standard agreement with the little stipulations that you wanted added in. It lists desires, limits and housing arrangements. It doesn't define a time or conclusion of your arrangement with Isabella but I figure if you decide when you want it to end then I'll add it in later."
My head snapped up when I heard my name being called, and I opened my mouth to speak when I felt a sharp nudge on my foot.
I looked over at Dora, her head was still down and her hands were still in her lap. There was no indication that she hand been the one to kick me until I saw her marginally shake her head.
Maybe it was a warning. Maybe she was denying that she had hit me underneath the table but either way I closed my mouth and kept to myself. I wouldn't say anything until Aro specifically asked it of me.
"Does it include a non-disclosing disclaimer as well?"
"Sì fratello, naturalmente."
"Good Caius very good; Isabella sweetheart?"
I looked up at Aro, his face was held no sign of the sweetness that had been there earlier yet I could see everything in his eyes. My sir was still there.
"Yes sir?"
"Caius has brought a document here that further details the parameters of our relationship, things we like, don't like and where you will be living. It states that whatever happens between us you are not allowed to talk about with anyone outside of the people in this room. Would you like to read it yourself?"
I probably should have said yes. I probably should have demanded to read it, gone through it with a fine tooth comb and then hired a lawyer to negotiate the terms that I didn't like.
But I didn't.
I trusted Aro despite the minuscule amount of time we'd known each other. I trusted him to make decisions that would not only keep me safe but that would also make me happy.
So I shook my head and pushed the papers back towards him.
"No sir I wouldn't. If you think the terms are sufficient then so do I."
He smiled at me. A full blown all teeth exposed smile and I preened internally at not having embarrassed him or myself in front of his brother.
"Alright dear well then I need you to sign this, Caius will notarize it and we can get home."
He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. His hand slipped beneath the table and caressed my thigh inching up towards my moist center.
"You've undoubtedly pleased me tonight little one," he purred into my ear as his tongue snaked out and licked the ridge, "This kind of adherence deserves a reward. Your exercise tonight will be infinitely more pleasurable."
His hand cupped my center and he grazed my slit running his nail over my clit softly. I had to bite back the moan threatening to escape from my lips.
"What do say we eat dinner brother, Dora has class early in the morning."
X
The drive back to Aro's villa was silent except for the classical music coming from the radio.
The walk up to the door was silent and the walk into the living area was silent as well. I was beginning to think I had done something wrong when he finally spoke to me.
"Isabella what happens tonight will set the tone for the duration of our relationship. I want you to go upstairs and change into the outfit that is lying on your bed. Tie all of your hair back and meet me back here in ten minutes on your knees in front of the fireplace. Your training starts tonight little one."
Translations
Hanno dimostrato di essere il mio perfetto abbinare piccolino. Speriamo che continuiate a essere: You have proven to be my perfect match little one. Let's hope that you continue to be
Piccolino: little one
Ciao Chelsea mi dispiace di averla fatta aspettare: Hello Chelsea I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
Tesoro: Sweetheart
Sì le prenotazioni per i Volturi: Yes reservations for Volturi
Come vanno gli affari Signor Volturi: How's business Mr. Volturi
Ora d'Aria: Name of an expensive popular restaurant in Tuscany
Sì fratello, naturalmente: Yes brother, of course
