A/N Many thanks to everyone who has read my first chapter, and especially to those who followed or reviewed. This is my first work on here, and it means a lot to me that people are reading and responding to it. This chapter contains my very first lemon I have written for purposes other than my own enjoyment, so as always I really appreciate any constructive feedback. I hope everyone likes this chapter 😊

And a Disclaimer, as I forgot last time: I don't own anything, I'm just playing around with Stephanie Meyer's characters.

Taken Away Chapter Two

"Welcome, my Isabella. I'm going to have some fun with you."

I gulp, yet my mouth and throat are dry. He is staring darkly, hungrily, at me through his bright green eyes, which makes a feeling of dread pass through me and nestle in my lower stomach. I know that right now he could do anything he wanted to me, with very little consequences, a dangerous position for a man to have.

However, there would be some consequences. Because I had never signed; I guess the formal parchment had been forgotten in favour of making me agree. They had no consent from me, and our community frowns a lot on things like that. I feel a small sliver of hope, that maybe I could get out of this. I had somehow gained the upper hand.

Edward's gaze did not make me feel like that however. He was still stood there in front of the door, just looking at me, like I was in a zoo or something. It made me feel awkward in my body, I didn't know how to stand, or what to do with my hands. It made me feel tingly.

Instead of staring back at Edward, I glance around the room. The big king size bed I had noticed at first was in the centre, with more rich tapestries on the walls either side. There is an open door, behind it I can make out some bathroom décor. There are no wardrobe or drawers as normally found in a bedroom, just on single cabinet with doors closed with a lock. In one corner there is something unidentifiable, black and leather and wood; I don't want to dwell on what sort of torture device it could be. Just behind Edward's left shoulder are some terrifying looking whips and straps.

At this point I decide to stop looking, and move my eyes back to him. Still staring, of course. Well, I suppose it has really only been about a minute.

He gives me a small, predatory smile, and moves towards me. "No need to look so scared, Isabella. I promise I won't hurt you."

Yeah right, that's probably what they say to calves before they send them off to the slaughterhouse. Warily, I watch as he brushes past me and sits down on the bed. It looked soft, in any other setting a man who looked like this waiting for me on a plush bed would be my wildest fantasy. How ironic.

He doesn't wait for me to sit down, but quickly makes all my hopes sink as he pulls out some parchment and holds out a pen.

"You were probably quite happy we forgot this, right Isabella? Unfortunately for you, we are very thorough. So, sign please. And remember this, you won't be able to pull anything with us, just in case you wanted to." He smiled at me with the exact same deceptively warm smile as his father.

I'm sure my face gave away how unhappy I was about having to sign after all, but there was no point saying anything. Defeated, I take the pen and sign my name. Edward looks it over, nods, and folds the parchment into his pocket.

He takes my hand, which is hot in his grasp, and looks up at me, saying, "Please sit. I would like to talk to you."

But of course, he doesn't let me sit down myself, but yanks on my hand over straight away, pulling me down to sit on the bed next to him.

Dick.

He is still smiling at me. "You know, I chose you personally. I think you're the prettiest girl in the town. I'm so – "

I cut him off. I can't believe how entitled he's being. Angrily, I said, "So you expect me to be grateful to you? You kidnapped me, but that's all okay because you think I'm pretty? The world doesn't work like that. In fact, I hate you, especially if you wanted to take me like this. I absolutely hate you, and that will never change you fucking, fucking … assdick."

He doesn't listen, instead he just sighs, and shifts to pin me down to the bed and lay on top of me. My arms are moved to be pinned above my head by his hands, his whole weight pressing down on me.

Into my ear, making me shiver, he whispers, "Fine. I wanted to talk, but you clearly don't want to so we can skip right along to the other part I have planned. I did want to make you enjoy it, I still do, but it'll really kill the mood if you keep yelling at me. Unfortunately, I have to do this. My apologies, sweet Isabella."

I open my mouth to ask what he was talking about, but he has already produced a gag and easily slips it into my open mouth. I struggle, try to roll out from under him, anything to escape, yet the most I can manage is a little wiggle. All I can do was glare at him as he moves above me, first tying one wrist to the bed, and then the other. I try to get away again when he moves off me, but his ties are too secure, and soon my ankles are also practically welded to the bed.

Realising struggling just makes me look pitiful, I decide to lie still, but keep up the glaring. He takes no notice of it anyway, but to relax completely would make him think I was okay with all this.

Suddenly, Edward kisses my ankle, I feel myself jump slightly but he keeps kissing up my leg to my hip, then up my side, then further up to my neck, staying there, kissing and lightly nipping the sensitive skin there. I hate the way he makes my body tingle from kissing me like that, the sort of tingle which goes straight to my centre and stays there in the form of desire.

"We'll fit you up with some nice new clothes," he informs me, and before I can process what that means he has already ripped my dress open at the side, and keeps ripping the fabric all the way down so he can take it off me completely. He's the first man to see me in my underclothes like this, I had always pictured it being on my wedding night with a man who loves me, and I definitely would not be tied up like this. I can't believe I am going to lose my virginity like this, with a man who doesn't even respect me.

If I felt shy in my underclothes, I feel even more insecure as he also rips these off my body. I'm left naked, and feeling incredibly vulnerable as Edward looks over my body intently. It doesn't matter what he thinks of you, I tell myself, you don't need him to find you attractive. I don't even want him to find me attractive. But that's a lie. I do.

"So sexy," he murmurs, kissing my neck again, this time trailing down to my breasts. The feeling of his warm, wet mouth as it closed over my nipple is like nothing I have ever felt before, the tingles it sends down to my core even stronger. Then a sudden burst of pain as he bites it, I cry out a little behind the gag in surprise, but he kisses away the pain before nipping it again with his teeth. This time, the pain is mixed with a pleasure and my body shivers. He smiles against my skin, and kisses across to do the same with the other nipple.

When he has finished playing with my nipples, now so sensitive that the slightest bite causes me to arch my back and have to bite back my own moan so I don't reveal to him just how good this feels, he kisses down my stomach in a fiery trail of tingles, down to the top of my naked vagina. He brings his hands up towards his face, moving his fingers up my legs so I have to resist trembling. I fail as he uses one finger to brush up between my legs, then down again, parting my lips.

"Looks like you're enjoying this quite a lot, Isabella, "he said, "so wet."

I feel my face get hot as he confirmed what I knew, that my traitorous body was enjoying this more than it should be. But I have no time to be angry, as he pushed one of his manly fingers inside me. I felt myself gasp in pleasure, the pain only brief and disappearing quickly. He adds another, the stretch almost uncomfortable but also feeling heavenly as he moved inside me. My breath came quickly. He makes me gasp again as he kisses me again, lower than before, and sucks gently on a spot which creates the best sensations my body has ever felt. I feel a pressure building in my lower stomach, my moans not being hidden by the gag anymore, when Edward's fingers hit a spot inside me at the same time as he sucks and kisses that other sweet spot, and the feeling explodes within me like a firework, a bright light emanating from between my legs which consumes my whole body. It feels amazing.

Edward takes his fingers out of me and gives one last kiss, then moves up again to kiss my cheek.

"That was an orgasm, Isabella. I assume you have never had one before. Here, with me, you will get many if you behave. But I still have more to show you for now."

I'm still breathing heavily, coming down from my orgasm, my eyes closed to try to process the things he just made me feel. Then, suddenly, a flash of stinging pain across my chest, followed by a snapping sound which registers with me a second later. I open my eyes immediately. Edward is standing over me with a small whip in his hand. He raises it again, and I feel myself flinch as it comes down over my stomach.

"Normally I would have you count the lashes," he said, "but as this is your first time, I'll let you adjust."

He flicks the whip again and hits my legs, and again, and then on my breasts again. He hits me about fifteen times in total, but I am glad he only hit that sensitive place between my legs twice. Both times, I let a whimper past the gag and he grinned evilly, but took mercy by hitting elsewhere.

"Now we have a dildo," he hangs the whip up on the wall and shows me a phallic shaped object, "We have many more of these in other shapes and sizes in the cabinet, as well as butt plugs, clamps, well anything you can imagine really. We'll be using the real thing today instead, but you will definitely get well acquainted with this in the future."

That doesn't look so bad I suppose, I definitely would have preferred a demonstration of that instead of the whip.

He then holds up a small black object. "This is a clamp. We can put it wherever, but they normally go on nipples."

He gets onto the bed again, holding the clamp, and grabs my breast, pinching the nipple lightly.

"Brace yourself," he said, before placing the clamp over my nipple and letting go. Straight away, the pain hits me, it was like an ache which would get worse, mixed with the stabbing pain of biting. Tears form in my eyes when he clipped one onto the other nipple, which he brushes away with his fingers.

Edward massages my breasts one last time, then raises himself up onto his knees on the bed, and unbuckles his belt. I'm holding my breath as he reaches into his trousers, and then pulls out his cock. I'm instantly intimidated, it's big, bigger than the dildo he showed me, but he doesn't seem to care about my worries as he is already over me and pressing his cock into my wetness. I bite my lip around the gag as he finds the hole and pushes forwards with a satisfied grunt.

Surprisingly, the stretch isn't very painful, at least not compared to the clamps on my nipples. He isn't gentle, thrusting into me fast and strong, sucking on my neck and also playing with my sore breasts, however my body is still enjoying it. My hips are moving up to meet his against my will, and I cannot help some of my moans being audible. He thrusts hard a couple more times until he sends my body spiralling again, while he pulls out and ejects a white fluid across my torso.

Edward rolls over next to me, both of us breathing heavily. He doesn't lay there for long, moving to untie my wrists and ankles which now have a red mark around them from the ties, and finally removes my gag, but places a finger to my lips to tell me to be silent. I couldn't speak after that even if I wanted to.

He said, "Wait here for a second. I'll fetch your new dress."

I watch him as he pulls up his trousers and walks over into the bathroom. I have to admit, he is a very attractive man. For a second, I feel almost happy that I had just got to have sex with this man. What the fuck, Bella? You shouldn't be happy about anything in this situation. What is wrong with me?

In my self-disgust I didn't pay attention until Edward was stood in front of me, holding a dress. It's red and gold, with a full skirt and rich fabric. I have never seen a dress which was as beautiful, let alone got to wear a dress this grand.

I take the dress and put it on, I like the way it fit my body perfectly and accentuated my curves, and made my boobs look amazing. Edward clearly likes it too, as he gazes at me with the hunger again, but then shakes his head. I immediately get a fear that I actually look ridiculous, but he clears up my worry when he speaks.

"I feel I've kept you long enough. You performed very well today Isabella, I know I will be very pleased with you. You may go to your room now, there is a guard outside who will show you the way. Goodnight Isabella."
Feeling unnecessarily hurt at being dismissed, I turn to the door and open it. A young, boyish guard is stood behind it, he nods at me and starts off. I follow as he leads me through more corridors to another door and shows me in, into my new room and life at the royal castle.