Chapter 2
A/N: WOW! I was not expecting that response. Thank you guys so much! So, the first chapter was pretty short so I'm posting Ch 2 early. Here is where the warnings kick in so if you have to bow out, no harm done but don't flame me. Honestly, if you can get past this chapter, then you're golden for the rest of the story. I regrettably forgot to thank Ms. Pearly Fox for her help. She did a lot of editing and rewording for the first couple chapters. Thanks bb. As always thanks to dawnbreaker8 and LunaEclipse for prereading. LittleAshes17 helped with so much more than reading, I love you girl! Onto the naughtiness.
I was completely confused by his words. Welcome home. I pulled away from his hand and stared at him in shock. "What are you talking about, Mr. Cullen?" Dropping his informal name, and reverting to his formal name, was meant hopefully to remind him that this was so weird.
He looked angry, his mouth dropping to a frown, his hand falling from my cheek. Instead, he grabbed my arm tight, causing me to cry out in pain. "I told you to call me Edward. You are at my home, where you belong." He shook me gently.
"You're hurting me," I cried out, the tears springing forth. He let me go and got off the bed. I was getting really freaked out. This was so polar from the Mr. Cullen I knew. Gone were the friendly smiles and the careful professional jokes. "What am I doing here? I don't belong here. You need to tell me what is going on." I tried to fight against my bindings; finding a way out of this nightmare was my priority.
He stalked toward me and grabbed me by my throat, pulling me close to his face. His dark glare was intense and mesmerizing. "Yes, you do. You fucking belong to me now." My stomach fluttered in fear. He started pacing. He didn't seem to be really talking to me; it was almost an aside. "I wouldn't waste your time. I know how to tie knots really well."
"Kidnap people often?" I asked. I don't know why I said it, but I knew the minute it came out, it was a misstep on my part.
He came back over to the bed, stopping beside me. "You are the only girl I have ever wanted, Bella. You know I only desire you." He caressed the side of my face in a soft and loving way, like I was precious. I almost leaned into his touch, but reality caught up to me, and I pulled away from him again.
The look in his eyes was insane. Desperate, like he wanted me to know he was serious. He needed me to believe him. "You're fucking crazy," I spat out.
His mouth dropped into a frown again, and I knew I was making him angry, but this was too much. He grabbed me by my forearms, pulling me toward him again. He gathered my hair into one of his fists and pulled me closer until my lips met his. I was completely trapped. My hands were bound, so I had no way to push him away. I did the only thing I could think of and bit his lip.
He jerked back from me. I knew he was unhinged, and I should have expected it after biting him, but I was still surprised when I felt him slap my cheek. It wasn't hard, just enough to surprise me. "Don't test my patience. You haven't seen anything yet. I'm trying to be nice, but if you continue to push me, I'll show you fucking crazy."
Shrinking away from him, I tried to make myself seem smaller. There was no doubt that he could follow through on that promise easily. "I'm sorry," I said softly. I didn't mean to apologize, but it seemed the part of me that wanted to survive this rather than fight him was taking over.
His face softened, and he caressed my face again. I tried to not flinch away from his touch. "I know this is probably confusing for you, but I just want to love you." He rested his other hand on my thigh.
I blanched at his words and touch. Did he mean what I thought he meant? Surely he didn't mean sexually? "Edward, can you please just untie me? It's really uncomfortable. I promise I won't leave."
Edward seemed to think about it. He smiled at me, but it was that primal one again, and it scared me more than the crazy look in his eyes. He looked like a predator that had just zeroed in on his prey. "I can untie you, but you need to do something for me in exchange."
I was so unnerved. I had a horrible feeling because here I was, tied up in his house. What could I possibly do for him? "What do you want?"
"You need to agree first. Then I'll untie you," he said, shrugging nonchalantly.
"I can't agree unless you tell me what it is," I clarified.
"You're really not in a position to be making deals, Bella. That is the offer, take it or leave it."
My arms and legs were falling asleep, so I had no options. "Okay, I'll do whatever you want." His answering smile could only be described as gleeful. He quickly untied my hands and feet. I rubbed the skin, trying to get the blood flow back again. "What is it?"
He pushed me against the mattress. I was so confused that I didn't even think to fight him before he was straddling me, his legs on either side of my hips. He flicked the button open on my jean shorts and pulled the zipper down.
I struggled. "What are you doing?"
"We had a deal. Do you plan to honor that, or do I need to tie you back up?" He had the audacity to seem irritated.
"Please, don't do this," I pleaded.
"I just want to play with your pussy and make you feel good. I've waited for this since you walked into that class four years ago. Now I'm taking what belongs to me," he explained, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I shook my head, but I wasn't strong enough to fight him. I whimpered once he got my underwear off in one swift pull, along with my shorts. His fingers slid along my slick lips, and I started to cry.
"Fuck, you don't know how long I waited to feel your hot, little pussy." He moaned desperately, grounding his hips down, and I felt a hard bulge. Oh god, this was exciting for him. I wasn't a virgin, but this was the ultimate violation. I almost wished he would hit me instead of this. His fingers found my clit, and he gathered the moisture that was embarrassingly collecting and rubbed circles, and I gasped at the sensation.
No, there was no way this could feel good. I bucked my hips up, hoping to dislodge him, but it just caused his fingers to increase the pressure, and I moaned involuntarily. "Please, stop, Edward. This is wrong."
He shook his head and shushed me. His free hand slid under my t-shirt, pulling the cups of my bra down harshly. I groaned and tried to roll away from him. Edward just let his weight hold me down, not allowing me to move at all. He rolled my nipple in between his fingers, pulling gently on the tip. Heat collected in my stomach, and I felt so out of control. Closing my eyes, I hoped that this was just a nightmare; I would open my eyes and wake up in my bed, alone and at my parents' house. I felt a long finger enter me and my eyes snapped open. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet. Just as perfect as I expected." He growled.
My sobbing turned into moans, and I had no idea why this was feeling good. I was being held down against my will, with my ex substitute teacher violating me, and I was enjoying it. NO! Bella, it's a biological response. You are not enjoying this. My mind screamed at me.
A second digit joined the other, and he growled. "So, tight. I can't wait to be inside you." He groaned.
I started crying again. Oh god, he was going to rape me. Was I going to end up on the news as one of those people who was found murdered after being violated? Idly, I wondered if my parents would even show up to the funeral, let alone care, or would I just be one of those people the city cremated. I came slamming back to reality when Edward's thumb started rubbing my clit again, harder this time, while pumping his fingers inside me, curling up. I opened my legs wider and moaned.
"Yeah, you love this, baby," he grunted. "You're so wet for me." He pulled his fingers out of me monetarily and sucked one into his mouth, sucking it and licking it clean, moaning. "You taste so good, so addictive." The act was so erotic that I whimpered involuntarily. No, wrong, wrong, wrong. My mind wasn't allowing my body to betray me completely. He pushed my thighs further apart, exposing my wet center even more to his heated stare as his hot palms kept me spread for him. Edward leaned down, giving me one languid, heated lick from my entrance to my clit. He swirled his tongue around it, pulling my sensitive clit between his lips before sucking on it.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed. I had never felt anything like this ever before. My hips arched up off the bed on instinct, shoving my pussy further into his face.
He slid his tongue inside me and grunted hungrily, the vibrations from this heating me with a gush of arousal. Shock ran through me when he fucked me with his tongue. No one had ever done that to me before. I felt completely invaded by his tongue. He lapped everything up I had before he went to work on my clit again. He flicked it with his tongue and gently bit down on it. Oh, god, no. He's going to make me orgasm. I was so filled with shame that I was enjoying the feelings coursing through me. He bit my clit harder this time, and my body started to shake, and the walls of my pussy clamped down. I couldn't hold in the moan that ripped its way out of my throat as I came, hard. He continued to lap at my pussy, drinking every drop of me, even after my body went completely lax.
I felt aftershocks as my body twitched a couple of times. When he was satisfied with taking everything my body had given him, he lifted his head, my juices glistening on his chin. I couldn't look at him. He looked happy and satisfied, and I couldn't reconcile that with the man who had just forced himself on me. He got off the bed, went to the bathroom while I turned on my side, and cried into the pillow.
I felt the bed dip, and he was trying to make me face him, his voice concerned. "Did I hurt you? I tried to be gentle."
Not only was I ashamed, now I was angry. I rolled toward him and met his concerned eyes. They were completely sincere. No one was this good of an actor. Was he so deluded, so crazy, that he thought I wanted that? Well, it's kind of misleading if you're moaning your way through the entire experience. My mind screamed at me. God, maybe I was going crazy too, just like him. How did he seem so normal, every day, when he was hiding all this? "Physically, no, but I didn't want to do that, Edward."
His face fell a little, and I actually felt bad. How messed up was that? I wondered if he would get mad or continue to make me feel guilty. "You had an orgasm. You were drenched, Bella. I could feel how much you wanted that. You just needed to be convinced. You'll see you love me, too."
"How can you say you love me? You don't rape someone you love!" I shouted. I knew that was a mistake again. The fire that burned in his eyes scared me.
"Rape you! I'll show you rape!" he bellowed. "So, I try to make you feel good, made you come hard, and you accuse me of rape?" He fisted my hair in his hands again and ripped my t-shirt and bra off violently.
"No, Edward, please stop. I'm sorry. Don't do this." I could see that my pleading was falling on deaf ears. He grabbed me by the throat, cutting off my airflow, and ceasing my pleading. He pushed me down on the bed and started getting undressed, letting go of me. I jumped up off the bed, completely ready to run. He moved quickly to block me, and when I tried to dodge, he moved in the direction I was going. He grabbed the rope he had taken off my hands from the nightstand. "No." I pushed at his chest and kicked and hit, only to be slammed against the wall, the air knocked out of me. He took this opportunity to turn me around and tie my hands together behind my back.
"Why do you have to make me so angry, baby? I don't want to hurt you, but you won't let me be nice to you."
The soft tone of his voice and the agony in it, like it was hurting him to do this to me, broke through my armor and made my heart clench. I wanted to know who damaged this insanely beautiful man so much that he thought this twisted obsession and possession was love. Sobbing because I was really losing my mind, I wondered why he was so messed up. Hope was fading, and I was just so tired. There was barely any fight left in me to fend him off. I slumped my shoulders and dropped my head in complete defeat.
Edward dragged me to the bed, and I didn't even fight him. He pushed the top half of my body onto the mattress and pulled my hips closer to his. I heard the clank of his belt and his zipper. I forced myself to not react. His hand came down on my ass cheek, and I gasped and clenched the blanket in my hands. It hurt, but not in a way that was unmanageable. His fingers slid inside my heat. He chuckled. "You're wet again, baby," he whispered mockingly. "Tell me again how much you don't fucking want this, sweetheart."
I whimpered and refused to answer him. He dropped kisses along my spine before he thrust his thick cock inside me, stretching me painfully. "Fuck!" I screamed. I had only had sex with one guy, so I was still very new to this all, and it felt like Edward was huge. He didn't give me much time to adjust to him because he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in. His groan sounded so deep and masculine that I started to tingle. What the hell was going on?
"Holy fuck, your pussy was made for me," he snarled, digging his teeth into my shoulder, probably leaving a mark. I cried out in pleasure that flirted with the sting of his bites combined with his deep, hard thrusts.
Soon, the achy feeling subsided, and it felt different. I felt full as my walls clamped down on his cock without my conscious thought. He palmed one of my breasts and pulled my nipple. I moaned without even thinking of it — like a fucking whore. Once I stopped trying to fight him, my body completely took over, and she was enjoying every bit of this. My mind was screaming at me to stop, but I couldn't summon the energy. The sensations were too much — too good. I didn't want this to stop.
Edward's other hand moved, no longer holding me down, and he started playing with my clit. He was going to make me come again. I just knew it. In my mind, even though I told him to stop, he wanted me to enjoy this, and that I could rationalize that was really starting to freak out. "You're clenching and dripping all over my cock. I know you love this. Stop denying it," he whispered against my ear, tracing his tongue along it as his hot breath hypnotized me further into submission.
I closed my eyes and tried to shut my mind off. My legs shook as my stomach fluttered. Edward increased the pressure on my clit, and I cried out, my body feeling like it was shattering, my breathing erratic. The immense pleasure — insufferable heat spread through my entire body, causing it to feel like I was buzzing.
"Good girl, just like that. Come all over my cock, baby." Edward continued his thrusts, his pace increasing. I could only assume he was getting close to coming, more erratic — desperate for release. He surprised me by pulling out quickly, before wetness hit my ass. He groaned — guttural and raw. Oh god, he just came on me. I was horrified, but it was better than inside me since I was unprotected. I heard him rustling around before a damp washcloth wiped his cum off me.
"Now you're finally mine and I'm never letting you go," he breathed.
Without saying a word to him, I climbed into bed, covering myself with the blanket that was discarded on the mattress. I couldn't look at him and just curled into a ball, fighting back tears, wishing that sleep would just claim me so I could escape this nightmare.
A/N: So…there you go. How are we feeling? Anyone still there lol. Leave a review and let me know what you think! Until Saturday lovelies!