Chapter 4

A/N: Most of you are still on board. Thank you so much for your reviews and words of encouragement. This story is an HEA for Edward and Bella. If that is not what you are hoping for, then this is not a story you will enjoy. For those that are still sticking with this, here we go. This one has a whole lot more plot than smut. HUGE thanks to Pearly fox because she helped a ton with the end of this chapter. MASSIVE LOVE to littleashes17 for all her help and hand holding for my venture into dark romance. She's kinda awesome. Thank you to dawnbreaker8 and Luna Eclipse for pre-reading and their cheerleading, love ya'll too. As with every chapter this is not safe for work cause Edward is pretty naughty. All right, off we go.

After Edward carried through with every threat veiled as a promise, I was exhausted. I think I blacked out at one point because when I woke up, I was dressed again. There were still ropes around my wrist, securing me to the bed, and I knew that he wasn't going to stop tying me up anytime soon. I took stock of how I was feeling. Undoubtedly, I was sore everywhere, all from the large size of Edward, the electro wand, and the ropes coupled with the five orgasms I had. I couldn't be sure because I was clothed and my hands were unavailable to me, but I was sure that I had bruises and bite marks. It seemed Edward was all about marking me, and he did.

I jumped when the door slammed open, and I sat up in bed. Edward was carrying a tray loaded with food, and it was then that I realized I was hungry. I hadn't eaten in a while. He set the tray on the nightstand and came over to free my hands. "This is only so you can eat, and I will sit here the whole time, so don't get any ideas."

I rolled my eyes with my head bowed so he couldn't see and watched him unravel the ropes. When my hands were free, he grabbed my wrists, and massaged them, taking the ache away and making the blood return faster. I moaned at the sensation. Him touching me in this gentle way threw me for a loop. I looked up, his face still close to mine. His beauty made it hard to forget all the things he had done to me, even though it was merely hours ago. I dropped my eyes until he stepped away.

He pushed the tray toward me, chuckling. "You're not gonna go all shy on me now, are you?"

"I was always quiet around you, Edward."

"True, but that was before we both saw each other naked. Don't you think we're past all pretenses now?"

I shook my head and grabbed a handful of grapes. We kinda were, true, but I still had no idea what his end goal was. "So, do you just plan to hold me here forever? Someone will notice I'm missing eventually."

He snorted. "It won't be your parents. I'm sure they'll notice you're gone, but they won't be too torn up about it."

I looked at him, my eyebrows raised. "You know my parents?"

He smiled and nodded his head. "Baby, Forks is a small town. Everyone knows your parents."

I looked down at my hands in my lap, my appetite dissipating. "Yeah, they're good at hiding who they are."

"I know." My head snapped up to look at him. I narrowed my eyes because how could he possibly know? He leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs. "Remember that pain I told you I saw because you couldn't hide it? I'm willing to bet that it comes from them."

I nodded. I don't know why but I felt like I could confide in him, like he might understand that pain. He obviously had seen his share, or he wouldn't be like he was. "They fought constantly and never missed a chance to tell me how much of a mistake, burden, and ungrateful I was," I said, my voice shaking, a few lone tears leaking from my eyes. I angrily wiped them away. It still hurt that my parents showed such hostility toward me, but it made me angry that I still cared.

Edward was by my side in an instant. His arms around me and stroking my hair. It felt comforting, and I hated that I liked it. I hated that it felt right somehow to have his arms around me, holding me and calming me. "They are fucking wrong, Bella. They don't deserve someone like you. Despite the horrible way they raised you, you turned out beautiful. You're sweet, kind, and smart as hell."

"Why are you being so nice to me? I can't…" I frowned. "It doesn't make sense. You have me here against my will, but you obviously care. You can't have fallen in love with me when I was fourteen because that is so wrong. Not only that, but you couldn't have learned enough about me to want to be with someone who is almost half your age."

"When I looked at you then, I saw myself. My parents died when I was twelve. Besides the fact that they set everything up so I would be taken care of, there was no one to step forward and raise me. So, I went into foster care. Despite all the bad experiences and being treated as disposable, I was still kind and smart. Things happened though, and it ruined the person I was. I knew that your parents wouldn't do that to you, but you were about to go off to college. I couldn't stand the chance of you being hurt, so I took action."

"So you could hurt me instead," I blurted out without thinking.

His hand ran through my hair before his knuckles trailed a path down the side of my face, his thumb catching the apple of my cheek. "Have I hurt you, Bella? Really?" he asked, giving me that intense stare again. His lips were so close to mine, and I found myself staring at his lips instead of his eyes. "Tell me you were faking all the orgasms I gave you. Tell me you don't want me."

I took a deep breath and exhaled. I wanted to tell him that. I wanted to tell him to fuck off and let me go — return to the life I had before, where there was nothing to look forward to the next day.

Even though the crazy part of Edward scared me, I also felt strangely drawn to him. Maybe I could blame it on the crush I had on him, and say it never really died. Just more of a girl growing up and realizing you don't always get what you want. Sometimes things can't work out. Apparently no one shared that memo with him.

"I can't say that and be completely honest. I wasn't faking, and I can't deny that I find you attractive, but there are parts of you that scare me, and I don't want to be your prisoner."

"Why do I scare you? Do you really think that I would kill you or something?" He let out a throaty chuckle that reverberated all throughout my body.

I shook my head. "No, not kill me, but Edward, you can't deny that some of this is so extreme." He opened his mouth to speak, but I held my hand up. "I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy some of it, because I didn't tell you no this last time, but it's just…." I sighed. "You're so forceful and dominating."

He had moved to sit against the wall that the bed was shoved up against and I was sitting against the headboard. He was studying me, making me feel so exposed—vulnerable.

This man had seen every inch of me naked, and I spilled my guts about my parents, but he knew very little about me. The stuff he thought he knew was true, and it was easy to see on the surface.

I put up a good front, but no one knew the truly dirty shit I thought about at night. The things I would never admit to anyone. Maybe it was a by-product of my childhood and having parents that never really loved me, but I wanted to be consumed—devoured, completely taken over by my lover, whoever they may be.

He smiled and leaned toward me. "I'm that way because it's what you want. I can be sweet and docile when the occasion calls for it, but you don't want that. You want me to force you and push you, and you don't want to admit you enjoy it. We can play this game all you want, Bella, because I enjoy treating you like my prey, but you are not a victim. If I truly push too far, I will know, and I will stop because, besides what you think, I do cherish you."

"Then why tie me up, why force me to be here, why are you doing this?"

"Do you really want to go back home to be ignored by your parents, go to community college, and know every day will be the same for the foreseeable future?"

That right there was where the problem lay. I didn't want to go back to that. "You didn't answer my question."

"I already told you why, little girl." I could see he was getting irritated. It seemed he called me little girl when he was agitated and baby the rest of the time. "You. Are. Mine." He grabbed my chin, making me look at him. "You belong here with me, but you don't want to admit it or admit that you like it. So, until you stop trying to fight me, I will make sure you stay here."

I shook my head; this conversation was just circling. I stood up and he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "I need to go to the bathroom. Are you going to follow me in there too?

He chuckled and let go of my wrist. He shook his head, and I went to take care of things. I was able to survey my body, and I had bruises that looked like little circles made from fingers. I also had hickeys and half-moon shapes from his teeth. It looked brutal, but I couldn't think of a time when it had hurt. I had no idea I was a masochist, but the proof was definitely pointing in that direction.

I sighed, fixed my clothing, washed my hands, and went back to the bedroom. Grabbing more of the food he had brought in, I sat back on the bed.

"So," I started, swallowing the food in my mouth. "Am I just doomed to stay in this room tied to the bed forever?" He seemed to be studying me, but he didn't answer. "Please, Edward, if you love me like you say, then a part of that is trust. I promise I won't run. I wouldn't even be able to 'cause I have no idea where I even am."

"You promised before, remember? You take my kindness as a weakness, and I'm not weak." He stood from the bed and grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck. I wasn't expecting the sting of pain, and I grimaced. He let go of me and stepped away from me, closing his eyes. He looked like he was at war with himself.

"I'm sorry. I was scared, okay?"

His eyes snapped open, and that look that was so hard to pinpoint for me was back. I couldn't read him. Was he angry, turned on, calm, tense, mischievous? Edward stepped closer, his face inches from mine. "And you aren't scared now? You said you were?"

"I said parts of you scare me, and the part that wants to tie me up scares me. I don't want to waste away, sitting tied to this bed, waiting for you to fuck and feed me," I said softly. He didn't seem convinced, so I forged ahead. "I'll get fat."

He chuckled, and his hands fell to my hips, pulling my body flush to his. "No, I wouldn't let that happen. Do you know that kissing and having sex burns calories, especially with the way I do it?"

I pushed against his chest to get away from him. He wasn't letting me go. "I told you I like it when you fight me. Put a little more effort in it. Make me believe it, Bella."

"I'm not just going to be your little fucktoy."

He spun me around, my back to his front. His hand slid up between my breasts, and he grabbed my throat. "I think you will be, though. You want to stop thinking—resisting, and your little body will let me use you whenever I want. However I fucking want. All you need to do, sweetheart, is come when I order you to. You're going to be my cock-hungry cumslut," he whispered into my ear, his breath tickling the shell, causing me to moan. "Because you fucking want to. Because you're desperate for it—your little cunt soaking for me all the fucking time."

I shouldn't like the things that he was saying, shouldn't be getting wetter with every filthy word that came out of his mouth. I couldn't deny that he was doing all the right things and getting his point across. It was the way his fingers curled around my neck, the closeness of his body, and the words. It was all used to dominate and control me. The only thing in this scenario that I never fantasized about was being forced to be here, to be someone's prisoner, but nonetheless, it brought me to my knees—resolve crumbling with every second that went by. Edward's hand slid up to lift my chin, making me look up as he towered over me.

"You like me talking to you like this, don't you?" He chuckled darkly. "You're just a dirty whore, craving to be used for the only thing you're good for: to be fucked, to have your tight, little pussy milking my cock—desperate for my cum. I bet your ass would be even tighter, like fucking heaven." Leaning down, he captured my lips, biting the bottom one. I moaned and bit his lip back. He quickly swung me to face him, pushing me up against the wall by my neck. "Don't play unless you are ready for what I want to do to you, baby," he grunted. "You thought five orgasms was hard? Just wait until I bring you to the edge—over and over, and over, without letting you fall. Do you wanna be my toy?" His tone was hypnotic, lips enticing as I stared at him.

I closed my eyes because I had to be sure that I really wanted this. I had to focus. He was actually asking for permission for the first time. I had no illusions that he would do it even if I said no. Did I want that? Did I want to be used for his games? My body screamed yes at me, but my mind was more hesitant. I had no idea what I was even agreeing to, no idea what it would do to my mental state, but every fiber in my being wanted to say yes. Even though I wasn't absolutely sure and terrified to give him the power, I heard myself agree with my captor. "Yes, I do."

A/N: Well, there you go. Methinks that she is ready to stop denying what she wants. So, how do we feel? We know a tiny bit more about both of our main characters and we are intrigued, yes? Leave a review and let me know. See you back here next weekend!