CHAPTER ELEVEN

There were many places in the Cullen Estate that Isabella had yet to experience. She was given the impression early on that any effort to see what was behind the many closed doors would be met with consternation. The one door that would have made her curious if she had happened upon it before today was located in a part of the house that she had not entered before.

On the panel to the left of the mystery door where Master Cullen ended his tour was a small keypad. Master Cullen opened the keypad and quickly tapped in a code that Isabella was not able to catch to store for later use. The dark wooden door buzzed and as Master Cullen pushed the handle to open. The room instantly lit up with the many fluorescence overhead.

Isabella's mouth slightly dropped open as Master Cullen let her pass to gaze upon his most prized possession. The long room held over ten different cars, some of which Isabella recognized and many she did not. She turned back to find Master Cullen still standing in his same place, watching her.

"And here I thought we would be taking a horse and buggy to town," she quipped.

"Not everything about me is old."

Isabella pursed her lips thinking of a response.

"To be honest, it's nice to know that there is something in this house that will make me feel like I wasn't dropped off by a time machine."

Master Cullen smiled to himself and muttered, "Just you wait."

"What?" Isabella wasn't able to catch his words. She had been so captivated by the shiny overpriced pieces in front of her to pay close enough attention.

"Which one shall we take?" Master Cullen asked.

Isabella furrowed her brow and cringed slightly.

"I wouldn't know the first thing about cars and which one would be sensible for a short ride. I mean…I imagine a good old Honda would do just the trick but you seem to be out of sensible cars."

Master Cullen walked closer to where she stood in the middle of his garage.

"These cars are sensible. They serve the same purpose as your Honda but manage to make the ride more enjoyable and comfortable. But, this isn't a trick question or another opportunity for you to diminish the way I choose to live. They all have the same purpose. This is about which one calls to you? Believe me, your choice holds great weight with me. It will tell me more about you then you could imagine."

Once again, Isabella was confused. She looked around at the cars and couldn't imagine what her choice could possibly tell him. She had no idea the importance of each car and could not understand how her choice could make a difference. It would be no better of a decision than if she tossed all the vehicles into a black bag and chose blindly.

Isabella turned from Master Cullen and proceeded to walk down the line to see what possibilities were before her. If Master Cullen really believed that her choice would be some kind of insight into her soul, then she really did need to choice wisely.

At the end of the line was a bright yellow monstrosity of a car. It looked the most out of place of them all. Beside the sleek and stuffy Richie Rich cars, this particular vehicle looked like something one would use to go off-roading in.

"This one," Isabella said with a soft point of her finger.

She couldn't wait to see Master Cullen climbing into the Goliath machine dressed in his sharp suit. The thought nearly made her laugh.

"I knew you would choose that one," Master Cullen replied arrogantly.

"Because you know me so well?" She challenged.

"I do."

Isabella rolled her eyes. "Just because you have a creeper folder on me doesn't mean you know me. You may know my bank account numbers and marks I received in grade school but you don't know the first thing about me."

"And yet I do." Master Cullen opened his hand to reveal a key. "I chose this key the minute we entered the room. I asked you to pick a car before you had a chance to really appraise your options. If I press the button on this remote and the Defender lights up, it will mean that I am right. Would you care to do the honors?"

He held out the key for her to take. Isabella sighed and took it from him. She was irritated because if the damn key did work on the big yellow monstrosity, it would mean that he did know her better than she thought and secondly, she would be wrong. Isabella hated being wrong.

She pushed the button and the yellow monstrosity lit up.

Master Cullen walked past and snatched the key from her hand. "I have to say, the color you turn when you're wrong is…most becoming."

Isabella felt her hands turn into tiny fists as she imagined violent scenarios in her head to wipe the arrogant smirk from off her master's face. She glowered at Master Cullen as she watched him hit the button once more before turning to the car just to the left of the bright yellow monstrosity.

"I thought you said we would take whatever car I chose?"

"I never said that. I asked you a hypothetical question and you answered. I can't be seen in town with this. The Defender was made for off-roading and should be used for such. This car is much more suitable for our journey today."

Isabella walked over to where he had the door held open for her, but before she slid into the seat she gave Master Cullen a challenging look and replied, "You know, your choice tells me a great deal about you as well."

"Really Miss Swan and what makes you think that?"

Isabella smiled knowingly.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours, Master Cullen."

He bristled at the use of that name and she knew it would irritate him almost as much as his antics irritated her. Master Cullen took a deep breath before closing the door and heading to the driver's side. He slid in causing the leather seats to crinkle under his weight.

"You first," He said.

Isabella looked around once more at the long line of cars before fleshing out her reasoning.

"Every car in here is ridiculously overpriced and extravagant. No one should need so many high priced cars when the house only holds two drivers. I doubt you would let Mrs. Cope take a spin…or I for that matter. You line your cars up in the order of either expense or how much you favor them, mainly because you figure that the farther they are from the garage door the less dirt or pollution they will be exposed to. Hence the reason you place the off-roading vehicle way up front. You wouldn't choose to take one of the fancy sports cars on an outing such as this because, I doubt you will get up to any miles per hour that would be sufficient for something like that. You wouldn't choose the Rolls Royce because that car is something a servant would drive and you are no servant. Which is why you would choose the Bentley. It's sensible and yet still eludes the perception you want to maintain to these townsfolk who you believe are under you and lastly, Bentley was a car that Bruce Wayne was famous for driving when he wasn't Batman and you are definitely more of a Bruce than a Batman."

Master Cullen kept his eyes on the road. Isabella could see the twinge of his eye which told her she was right, well in some part she was right. However, Master Cullen quickly comprised a rebuttal to shoot down her suspicions.

"Or…perhaps this is the car you drive the most when you run errands or go to work, hence the reason it would be closest to the door," Isabella teased.

Once again, Isabella was right even if she was being haughty.

"More the second than the first. Your observations would scare me if there were any merit to them," Master Cullen lied.

"Sure," Isabella replied self-righteously. "And your observations? How exactly did you guess correctly the car I would choose?"

The graveyard passed by them as they headed further into town. Isabella may have had some follow up questions to the discovery she made the night she was in the graveyard but her mind was busy with their current topic. Something Master Cullen took advantage of.

"You chose the car most out of place. You probably believed that the car you selected was the most inexpensive because you wanted to make a point that you disapprove of flashy things but you would be wrong. The Defender costs much more than the Audi. You chose the one you identified with the most because like the Defender, you too feel out of place. Not just here, no, you have always felt out of place. It tells me that you think very little about yourself. You put on this brave and challenging face but deep down, you're scared."

It was Isabella's turn to sit in her seat staring forward with the crease in her eye giving away her truth. She tried to tell herself that he was wrong but she knew deep down that he was correct in his assessment. She did feel out of place and it wasn't just in Haven either. It was something that Isabella struggled with her whole life.

It was a good thing that their journey would be quick. Isabella did not want to be left to her dark thoughts for too long. Master Cullen could see how his words affected her and he wasn't apologetic for it either. He believed it was high time she face some of her own demons rather than going around and pointing out his at every turn.

Master Cullen drove directly toward the main road and Isabella snapped out of her musings. The first thing she noticed was that there were no stop lights. Stores lined the road and she began to see the people for the first time. Her mouth dropped to free a gasp as she watched men and women bustling by. The men mostly wore suits and the women were dressed in long dresses with nothing reveling. If the dress was shorter, then it was accompanied with stockings.

"Okay," Isabella started to say something but stopped short to gather her thoughts once more. "Okay…okay…"

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"So…you…are all Amish or Mennonite. It makes sense…I mean it makes sense now. I don't really understand why you have these cars because I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to practice any kind of idolatry and your cars would be considered as such."

Isabella babbled on and on trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

"We're not religious. Well…at least I'm not religious. Some of the people in town frequent the local church but they aren't like this because of some religious affliction."

"Then you're under some kind of dome. Like that television show. You have no contact to the outside world and the people here are unable to leave…"

"Television show?" He mocked.

"Yeah…it's this box like object that projects various dramedy's or current events. People like to gather around it at certain times of day to be entertained by the moving pictures inside."

"You're not funny," Master Cullen glowered at her before turning in to a parking spot.

"I wasn't being funny. Look around. There is definitely nothing funny about this. These people have been drinking the Kool Aid for far too long. I don't know why they do this but thank god my father had the good sense to leave."

Master Cullen became enraged by her words. He reached out and grabbed her chin forcefully and turned her head to face him.

"That's enough! Your father was beloved by many people in this town and if he were alive it would kill him to hear his daughter treat his friends with disrespect because they didn't adopt what she so arrogantly believes is the right way of life. If we enter this shop and you say one negative or ignorant comment, I swear I will have no problem bringing you home and tanning your hide in a manner your father obviously dismissed in your upbringing."

He let go of his firm grip on her chin and Isabella felt her heart race. She knew she should feel anger at his threats but mostly she felt herself begin to tear up at the reprimand. Master Cullen was already out his door giving Isabella a moment to compose herself.

Slowly she opened her door and stepped out of the car trying to avoid Master Cullen's threatening glare. She met him in front of the car and walked a pace behind as he strode up to enter the dress shop. The bell rang on the door and Isabella let out a weary breath looking around at the odd clothing. She couldn't believe what she was allowing herself to be made up in. Each of these dresses looked like they belonged to the wardrobe department of Little House on the Prairie.

"Oh my god," Isabella whispered under her breath.

"What was that?" Master Cullen snapped.

"Nothing," She replied with a quick shake of her head.

Thankfully an older woman saved her from anymore interaction with the master as she rushed out in a long gingham dress with lace on the trim.

"Mr. Cullen! What a surprise. What brings you to my shop today? Do your daughters need more clothes?"

"Not today, Mrs. Morton. I'm here to help my new governess find appropriate clothes. As you can see she has nothing proper," he replied with the wave of his hand in Isabella's direction.

Mrs. Morton looked over at Isabella and smiled warmly.

"Isabella. Isabella Swan, my dear it is so lovely to meet you. I knew your father well and he was a dear man. What a honor that we should finally meet." She walked over and embraced Isabella's hands in awe.

Isabella didn't know exactly what to say. Since her father never mentioned that he hailed from this backwards town, it seemed odd to answer with a pleasant response however; Master Cullen's warning reminded her to be smart with her words so instead she gave Mrs. Morton a small shrug and smile in response.

"You poor dear…just look at you. You must feel so out of place. But don't worry, I will help you there. Just you wait, when I'm done with you, you will feel right at home here in Haven."

And she was never heard from again, Isabella thought darkly.

Mrs. Morton rushed Isabella off into the fitting room where she measured every inch of her. It was an odd affair since she was asked to strip down to her undergarments. When Mrs. Morton saw the underwear Isabella had been wearing she grasped her hand and told Isabella not to worry, she would be sure to help her find suitable under garments as well.

Once her measurements were taken, Isabella was shown a smaller room to wait in until Mrs. Morton came back with some dresses for her to try. Isabella stared at her body in the mirror wondering what was so off-putting about the underwear she had worn. It was cotton white and in many circles considered prudish but of course when it came to Haven, it was probably the mark of a harlot.

Isabella could hear the soft conversation between Mrs. Morton and Master Cullen while she waited.

"That poor dear. We heard all about her desolate situation. I tell you, Mr. Cullen when I heard what you did for that girl, it warmed my heart that you would go out of your way to see that a Swan be treated with so much respect. Charles would have been proud."

Isabella's eyes narrowed. Desolate situation? She wasn't in that desperate of a situation when she was in Washington. In fact, Isabella believed that her situation now was more desolate than anything else.

"Thank you, Mrs. Morton. I know you side with the Swans but my father and I truly did want to put an end at the feuding. We want what's best for the town and I have nothing but respect for Charles Swan so it would seem fitting that I care for his daughter any way I can."

Master Cullen slightly berated himself when dirty thoughts entered his mind on just how he planned to care for the girl. He watched as Mrs. Morton walked around and grabbed different dresses and he couldn't help but hand her a few of his choices as well. He knew what colors he would most like to see against that snowy skin of his Isabella.

Mrs. Morton came back in and began to help Isabella into the first set of dresses. The only positive thing Isabella could think was that the dresses fit her properly unlike her uniform. Mrs. Morton asked what she thought after helping her slip into the first dress and as Isabella looked at herself in the mirror, she felt shame. This was going against everything she believed in. Her face turned red and her eyes began to water. How had she thought this would be a good idea? She was trading in her dignity for what? For the dark deeds that Master Cullen would treat her with?

"Good heavens, dear. What ever is the matter?" Mrs. Morton didn't miss the tears. "There's no need to cry, Miss Swan."

Master Cullen, who had been standing outside the dressing room became irritated at hearing Mrs. Morton's words. What would Isabella have to cry about?

"Mrs. Morton. Is Isabella dressed?"

Mrs. Morton looked at Isabella through the mirror.

"Yes, sir. She is decent."

Master Cullen pulled back the heavy velvet drape and walked in to see Isabella standing in the blue dress he had picked out.

"You have a customer and I need a moment alone with my charge," He dictated.

Mrs. Morton looked between the two before seeing her way out. Master Cullen made sure that the curtain was closed shut before he continued. Isabella looked down toward the corner of the room not wanting to see the look on her master's face.

Master Cullen walked up and placed an arm around Isabella's small frame. Slowly he began to rub the palm of his hand up and down her midsection while she tried to not be affected by his touch.

"Why are you crying?" He asked softly.

Isabella didn't know how to reply. How was she to tell this man how angry she felt? How this stupid dress made her feel ashamed. What would be the penalty for speaking her mind, she wondered.

"It's a beautiful dress, don't you think? You look beautiful in it."

"I don't look like myself," She boldly replied.

"I disagree. I think you look lovely. You were lovely before even with those mannish pants doing nothing for you but now, Isabella, you look divine."

"Is…this place like Stepford?" She began shaking her head knowing that what was going to come out of her mouth next may cause Master Cullen to become frightfully upset. "My new theory. The women are turned into robots by their husbands and forced to dress like this and act a certain way. Are you trying to turn me into a robot?"

"This isn't a movie or some television show. The people in Haven act on their own accord and just because it is different, does not mean it should frighten you. You're so naive, Isabella. You think that you have experienced life because you went to a diverse college but you don't know the first thing about the world. You think that everyone here closes themselves off from the world and how horrible that must be but you're not assuming the right things about the town. Maybe if you allowed your mind to be open, you would find the answers to the questions you're not asking."

He had told her too much and he knew it from the narrowing of her eyes. It was not the best idea to supply her with too much information before she was ready to hear it so he needed to distract her. Slowly his hand traveled down passed her stomach.

"Let's see if there is something you can find to like about this dress."

Slowly he pulled the dress up and Isabella should have been aware of what he was doing but she was more focused on the newest puzzle piece he had just presented. She began to compile a list a follow-up questions but the questions instantly vanished from her mind the moment his hand dipped into the band of her white cotton panties.

Isabella was startled at her own gasp the moment he began to fiddle with her clit. She could feel Master Cullen begin to slide his finger up and down her slit to spread her wetness around. Isabella bit down on her lip and tried to remind herself that this was not right. He shouldn't get to control her like this. Treat her badly but make it right by pleasuring her.

"No," She groaned her protest.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked gruffly in her ear before plunging a finger inside her.

Isabella yelped loudly.

"Quiet! Or I won't allow you to finish again." He snapped.

Isabella shut her eyes tightly and felt her head fall back to lean against his chest while he continued to pump his finger in and out. She hated herself for opening her legs wider so he could gain better access but any more protests were far off from the horizon.

"Open your eyes." He commanded softly. "I want you to watch my fingers fuck you. Watch or I won't let you finish."

Isabella slowly opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. She could see his hand as it played with her sensitive center. She could feel her body begin to react in different ways. The hair on her arms rose up. Her nipples hardened under the confines of her bra. The visual of watching as he pleasured her was something foreign. Her past sexual endeavors were usually normal to the point of boring but this was something completely different. She managed a glance up when she felt Master Cullen's lips on her neck. He was so in tune with her that he felt her disobeying him and looked up to meet her eyes.

"You want me in you, don't you?"

She didn't try to resist the gentle nod her head had submitted to.

"What a shame," He said. "Until you can learn to follow orders, I will never give you that satisfaction. Eyes back down on my hand."

His tone left no room for augment. Isabella's eyes instantly went back to watching his hand and the stokes he was giving her. His pace quickened and she had to bite down harder on her lip to stop any sound from coming out of her mouth.

"Think about how great we could be. Imagine that! You're going to cum all over my fingers and feel amazing but you have no idea how amazing you will feel when you cum all over my cock."

Her breathes were quick and short. She knew it wouldn't be long.

"See how lovely this dress is. You don't think I know you but I do, my lovely. I can read your body better than you can." He paused sensing how close she was. "When you cum, say thank you, Isabella."

He thrust two of his fingers up deep inside her and pressed down on her clit with his thumb. Her head snapped to the side as she tried to muffle her sounds into the shoulder of her dress. Her body went rigid as it rode out the high. Master Cullen kept his fingers in place until he was sure she was finished. Slowly he slide his fingers out and dropped the dress back into place.

"I'm waiting," He stood looking over her shoulder into the mirror at her eyes.

She watched as her skin flushed. She gulped pathetically and let out a soft breath.

"Thank you."

AN: A whole lot of thank you's to mention! First I would like to thank Ipsita Chaudhuri and Jennifer Jennings for their pimping and amazing work on the banners they created for this story. I will be using them both to help promote on Facebook. Once again you can add me if you like on Facebook, I am under the name Ashley Victoria and the link is on my summery page.

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I truly appreciate all the kind things the readers have said about this story and their continued interest. I know that the story is getting a little more lemony and I have to blame my prego hormones for that. I promise to not let it get in the way of plot! I hope you enjoyed the update and will continue onward.

Disclaimer: The story is mine, characters are Stephanie Meyer's.