CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Isabella didn't think she would ever find sleep. After dinner she went straight up to her room and shed her dress as she walked into her quarters. She headed toward the shower and began the process of cleaning up as she thought back to what had conspired in the master's study.

Never had she been touched or violated in such a manner. Absently she reached back and felt the tenderness of her tight hole and cringed. Isabella stood under the hot water and waited for a moment of clarity. What was she doing? Master Cullen was a difficult man. He was rude and unjust and completely immoral. What was she doing with him?

Was she becoming one of those mindless women who allowed sex to take over her brain? The sex they had shared was animalistic. There wasn't anything loving or acceptable about it and yet it was magical.

Isabella thought about many things as she showered and wondered how she would ever find sleep. But when her head hit the pillow that night, she was out before she knew it. Master Cullen had certainly exhausted her. She didn't have nightmares to contend with. She didn't wake up at any point during the long night so when the sun peaked through her windows the next morning and shined directly onto her pillow, Isabella awoke peacefully and fully rested.

She looked around her quarters and sighed in relief. She felt happy. For the first time since she had arrived, she actually felt happiness. Isabella bit her lip and wondered what or where her next encounter with Master Cullen would be. He eyes glanced over toward the small table and she saw a foreign box lying upon it.

Full of curiosity, she quickly got out of bed and approached the box with caution as if it were some type of explosive device. Finding the courage, Isabella pulled open the lid and with baited breath beheld the contents.

On the very top was a piece of parchment. She pulled the paper up and read the one line aloud.

"You will thank me for this."

She looked down and saw a curious item. She pulled it out and briefly wondered what it could be used for and then when she realized what it was, she felt silly and completely embarrassed.

It was butt plug.

Isabella looked around her room silently wondering if she was being watched. She placed the object back down inside the box and closed it quickly. She hadn't the foggiest idea how to use the plug. Obviously she understood the mechanics of it but still she wasn't prepared to put the plug in by herself.

Isabella huffed and shook her head at the naughty box. She couldn't believe the audacity Master Cullen had to send such an item. She pondered what reason she would ever thank Master Cullen for such an invasion. The only reason she allowed the vibrator was because she was getting something far better in return but with this plug, there would be no orgasm to appease her; there would only be pain and discomfort.

Isabella covered the box with a piece of paper and searched around for some place to hide it. The last thing she needed was for someone to see it. She thought about the look on Mrs. Cope's face if she were to pop by and search through her things. Isabella knew it would be wrong but with how much that woman despised her, she wouldn't put it past her.

It was Saturday and normally Isabella would have the day to spend how she saw fit. She would check in with the girls and apologize formally to them for her failures from the past week and attempt to reassure Alice and Rosalie of their assured success in the future.

But what would she do after that? She longed to see more of the town and venture off toward the market in hopes of obtaining a few choice items but every single time she attempted to leave the house, her journeys were cut short unless she was accompanied by Master Cullen.

It would be something that Isabella would think about all morning long as she prepared for the day. But as she was preparing for the day, on the other side of the house Master Cullen remained sleeping. It was already well past eight in the morning and it was the first time Master Cullen ever slept in so late before. It caused Mr. Whitlock to worry.

"It's nearly eight forty-five and still no movement or word. Is it possible that he is ill? No, he would ring for me if that were the case," Mr. Whitlock said.

Mrs. Cope was scrubbing the counters while attempting to keep her wits as Mr. Whitlock expressed his concerns.

"Mr. Whitlock, he is far off worse than sick, I fear. But I cannot say anything on the matter or else Master Cullen may do his worst to me."

"What are you talking about? What do you mean do his worst?"

Mrs. Cope dropped the rag from out of her hands and shut her eyes tightly afraid that Mr. Whitlock would see her humiliating tears.

"I attempted to tell him how the governess is bad for this house. Bad for him and bad for Haven but he wouldn't hear of it. Instead he threatened my position here and told me that if I came to him once more on the subject, I would be terminated. I don't understand what that little witch is doing to pull the wool over his eyes but she is good and she is dangerous. Mr. Whitlock, you must believe me. There is something not right about that girl and no one seems to see it but me. She is immoral and loose. A true Swan, I tell you. Just yesterday, you can't even imagine what I had to clean off the girl's dinner chair. The most disgusting….inappropriate…"

Mrs. Cope worked herself into a frenzy just thinking about how she spent her Friday evening. Mr. Whitlock attempted to calm her but he didn't dare touch her. It would have been unfitting to touch a woman who was not his own with such an intimate gesture.

"She is trying I must say but do you really think she is such a problem?" Mr. Whitlock asked.

Mrs. Cope looked up into Mr. Whitlock's eyes, "She will ruin us all."

Mr. Whitlock had never seen Mrs. Cope so scared before. The new governess was definitely out of place and he had to agree that Master Cullen had been different since her arrival. Would Isabella Swan be the ruin of Haven? He wondered but then again, in his mind, he couldn't help but think that Haven was already ruined. He liked their traditional ways but being cursed with such an affliction, how could he not believe that Haven was in shambles.

Both Mrs. Cope and Mr. Whitlock's eyes caught something moving outside the window to the kitchen. It seemed that Isabella Swan had decided to take her chances once again and now she was moving up the path in the direction of town.

"What should we do?" Mr. Whitlock asked. "Master Cullen still has not awakened and I don't believe he would approve of her venture."

Mrs. Cope stared at the young governess dressed in blue and scowled.

"Nothing. Let the wolves have her."

And so they watched as her tiny frame became smaller and smaller until she was completely out of view.

The weather was becoming colder and Isabella was thankful that the dress she wore had so many layers or else she might catch cold. Something occurred to her while she was having her talk with Alice and Rosalie. Of course she apologized properly and reassured them of the coming week but as she went to leave, with one more look at their small faces, a very dramatic thought occurred.

Master Cullen hadn't used any form of protection.

Isabella could feel her heart skip a beat at the idea. She began to count on her fingers when her last period was so she could figure out the unlikelihood of conception. She snatched up her purse and decided instantly that a trip to town was needed. She would need to procure a pregnancy test and contraception for any future encounters.

Isabella wanted to berate herself on the stupidity of her actions but she had a long walk ahead of her and plenty of time for just that.

Master Cullen finally began to wake at half past nine. The clock on his bedside table told him how lazy he had been with his time. His body felt sore and head was a tad fuzzy but he was sure sickness wasn't to blame.

As Master Cullen prepared himself for the day, he couldn't think of anything but the governess down the hall. He wondered if she had opened the gift he left and what she thought. He wanted to go straight to her room and see if she had made use of it. Maybe he would reward her for doing so. As his hot shower poured over his body, he thought it would have been too easy to rub one out on his dirty thoughts alone but it wouldn't nearly be as satisfying as the act itself so he turned the water to cold and waited for the problem to go away.

As he was dressing, Mr. Whitlock came in to advise him of his schedule for the day.

"Mrs. Cope wished to know if you planned on taking a late breakfast or will you wait for lunch?"

"I will take fruit for now and a fuller meal at lunch. Has Miss Swan been down for breakfast?" Master Cullen asked.

"She was down and ate very little," Mr. Whitlock informed.

"Good. Where is she now?"

Mr. Whitlock thought back to her retreating form from the house.

"My apologies but I have not seen her since," Mr. Whitlock lied.

Master Cullen's brow furrowed because he could hear a hint of something in Mr. Whitlock's voice that told him that his valet hadn't been quite so honest with his statement. He turned and gave Mr. Whitlock a questioning stare.

"Please go and fetch her for me."

Mr. Whitlock bowed and retreated from the room with his eyes down. He knew she was not in the house so he began to think of what he was going to tell his master. He went through the motions of going to Isabella's door and knocking. He walked about the house knowing how fruitless his search would be but finally it was time to head back up and tell Master Cullen the bad news.

"My apologies sir, but Miss Swan doesn't seem to be on the premises. Perhaps since it's her day off she went into town," Mr. Whitlock offered.

The moment he said the statement Mr. Whitlock could see the change in his master's eyes.

"Went into town?" Master Cullen spit. "She hasn't been given privileges!"

"Yes, I know but maybe she doesn't know that. I…she does seem quite strong willed. Would you like me to get Black on the phone?"

"OF COURSE NOT!" Master Cullen bellowed. "Get my car ready and call Mrs. Stanley. She will know where the girl is."

Mrs. Stanley was known in Haven for knowing everything about everyone. She was the town gossip and if Isabella had been anywhere in town that day, Mrs. Stanley would know every inch Isabella walked while in town.

While Master Cullen was having his meltdown over the absence of his governess, Isabella had just made it into town. She walked down the street looking for a market. Every last person in Haven watched her as she went. Of course some had already heard about the new girls issues at Mrs. Morton's dress shop. Others had heard from Michael Newton how kind and sad the girl seemed. Every person had an opinion as they watched Isabella walk down the street in her royal blue dress.

At the very end of the road was the market and it was smaller than Isabella had hoped for. She wondered if a town like this would even carry the items that she needed. As she entered the store, she gave a polite hello while grabbing a small basket. The market only had a handful of people frequenting it that day.

Isabella began pulling various items into her basket as she went down the rows. Some cookies and chocolate, a few toiletries and finally she was able to reach the aisle that needed. The section was small and barely noticeable. No variety whatsoever but at least they were stocked with pregnancy tests. Condoms on the other hand were nowhere to be found.

Isabella sighed in disappointment believing that she would need to ask the cashier for help. Sometimes condoms were something kept up front since they were known as a higher theft risk.

Isabella slowly approached the cashier and handed her basket over to the clerk.

"I beg your pardon but I wondered if I could trouble you for some…condoms." Isabella cringed as the word came out of her mouth at nearly a whisper.

The older gentleman at the counter gave her a look before clearing his throat.

"Uh…Miss Swan…I know you're new to these parts but contraception has been banned for over a decade."

Isabella's mouth dropped and she could feel her skin become heated.

"What do you mean? That…that…that's not legal. You can't ban contraception."

The people standing nearby turned their heads in Isabella's direction. She could feel the audience she had procured and tried to calm herself. So pregnancy tests were allowed but contraception was banned? Just when Isabella could think that this town couldn't get any more backwards, it would prove itself up for the challenge once more.

Isabella made herself let the argument go and so with a mighty scowl on her face, she paid for the items and took the two small bags before leaving the market. When she exited however, she couldn't make herself walk back the way she had come so instead she continued on the path that would take her out of town.

Isabella had only made it a few hundred yards before being stopped.

"Miss Swan. Pssssttt. Miss Swan."

Isabella looked around to find where the whispering of her name was coming from. Off behind a great oak was an older man who was dressed very oddly. Isabella wasn't sure if she should entertain an audience with the stranger.

"I beg of you…Miss Swan. Please. I need to speak with you."

Isabella looked around once more and sighed deciding to go. She walked toward him and slowly the man came out from behind the tree.

"I'm Harry Clearwater. I was a friend of your fathers."

"Yeah…a lot of people around here seem to be that," Isabella said.

"No. Don't listen to them. They were not his friends. Whatever you may think you know; you don't know anything. Charles was a good man and he would not want you here. Please Miss Swan, you need to leave Haven. You are in danger. Your life is in danger the longer you stay."

Isabella pulled back and gave the man a look over once more. The town had many secrets and it seemed that the more Isabella found out the worse they came.

"What is it you're not telling me? Please Mr. Clearwater, my mind has felt like fog since the moment I arrived. I cannot believe my father was ever apart of such a community and I have only heard a handful of things about Haven. Please tell me what is going on here?"

Harry Clearwater looked around frantically knowing that he hadn't much time. He wanted to warn Isabella Swan because he knew that Charles would never have wanted her to come here.

"I am a part of something that I cannot speak of. A true horror story. When I broke the oath of my people and told your father that he needed to flee, they took everything from me. Charles left on my word and I know he would want the same for you. Don't trust anyone! Especially Mr. Black."

"Mr. Black? The sheriff?"

"Oh no. I mean Senior Black. He is far worse than Jacob. He will try to come for you. He will tell you things that will make you want to come but you cannot go." Harry reached out and took Isabella's hand in his own. "Please you must get out of here. You must leave…or else…"

"Does this have anything to do with the curse?" Isabella questioned desperately.

"No. No..no!" Harry was becoming impatient. "There is no curse! That's what I'm trying to tell you!"

Isabella was very confused. She wanted more information but Harry Clearwater seemed to be a little off. She wasn't sure if his mental status was to be trusted.

Harry's head shot back toward the direction of town and his eyes widen.

"LISTEN TO ME! DO AS I SAY!" He shouted before letting her hand go.

Isabella looked down and saw a car speeding through the town dangerously fast. Before she was able to make out that it was heading straight for her, she looked back and saw the old man gone.

Isabella dropped her grocery bags in surprise of Master Cullen's sudden arrival. It seemed as if only seconds had passed before he was here and out of the car.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!" He shouted.

Isabella huffed at his temper. She rolled her eyes before bending over to pick up the items that had dropped out of her bag.

"What's the matter with me? What the hell's the matter with you!" She shouted back. "I have done nothing wrong so why must you yell at me like some buffoon!"

"I told you that I didn't want you wandering of by yourself. I don't know how much clearer I need to make myself."

Isabella stood back up with the two full bags and sighed.

"I needed things. Were you going to drive me into town? I doubt that. Was Mr. Whitlock going to drive me into town? Most definitely not. I can't even find a phone in your house to call a cab so yes, I did walk myself into town. It was daytime and I have proven that I am more than fine."

"You aren't fine." He spit while towering over her. "Please. Things you needed. What cookies and contraception?"

Master Cullen shook his head in annoyance.

"Yes, cookies and contraception were something I needed and…" Something occurred to Isabella suddenly. "Wait a minute, how did you know I was trying to get contraception?"

Master Cullen rolled his eyes at her.

"You don't think your little shopping trip won't be the highlight in everyone's topic at dinner this evening? The town has a ban on contraception and the new Swan girl just made a scene about it. Of course I know all about it. God, what were you thinking?"

Isabella stepped back feeling herself get more irritated and she worried she might do something stupid like haul off and hit her employer in the face.

"Well…gee, I was thinking, silly stupid Bella who fucked her boss without protection. Maybe in the future she needs to be the brains of this…relationship because it seems her partner is not. I don't want to get pregnant. I…I'm pretty sure you don't have an STD so I mainly don't want to get pregnant and so once again, silly stupid Bella was taken aback when she learned that the town was enforcing some silly stupid law that she is sure is illegal but then again I've been falling down this rabbit hole for so long I'm starting to have trouble figuring out which way is up."

Master Cullen wasn't sure what part of her rant made him more upset. This certainly wasn't the place to conduct such a conversation and he would feel better once he was assured of her place back at his home.

"Get in the car," he said softly.

"Are you upset with me still? I'm not going anywhere with you when you're acting like this."

For Master Cullen, this wasn't up for negotiation so he pulled the bags out of Isabella's hands and ignored her protests as he flung the contents into the backseat of his car.

"This is exactly what I have been telling you. You can't go all barbaric on me every time you see fit! Just because you don't like what I have to say…"

Master Cullen easily picked Isabella up even with her hands pounding on his back and her voice screeching in his ear, he tossed her just as easily as the groceries into the front seat and closed the door.

Isabella tried to get out but Master Cullen had set the child locks on the doors and she pulled unsuccessfully on the handle until he came around and slid into the driver's seat. Feeling her efforts were in vain, Isabella folded her arms over her chest and stared out the window at the large oak tree that only minutes before Harry hid behind.

She had a lot to think over of Harry Clearwater's warnings but she was so mad at Master Cullen that his actions were taking precedence in her mind.

Master Cullen drove on toward his home feeling just as angry with Isabella as she was with him. He knew that the conversation that was about to take place would not be a quiet one so instead of driving toward his garage, he drove toward the back entrance of the maze. If she wanted to yell and scream like a child, she could do so in the maze where her protests wouldn't be heard except by him and him alone.

"Are you going to get out or do you need me to carry you?" he asked.

Isabella narrowed her eyes at him and bit on her lips to keep herself from saying one word. Master Cullen exited the car quickly and came around to pull her door open. Civilly, Isabella obliged and exited herself not wanting a repeat of earlier.

Master Cullen took her by the arm and Isabella pulled back in protest.

"You don't know your way in there like I do," He snapped back at her. "Do you want to talk or not?"

"Talk? Or yell?" Isabella said.

"Do what you like but we are not going to say anything to one another until we are in the maze."

Isabella sighed knowing that it probably would be best for the purpose of their conversation to put a few walls up between them and the outside so she relinquished and allowed him to show her the way.

Through the ivy covered brick walls they went. It seemed to Isabella that they went further in this time then the first time. She couldn't believe how intricate the maze was as she walked. It was beautiful and peaceful and definitely something she would need to explore on her own. So many twists and turns that it made her wonder if she could ever find her way out on her own.

Isabella took the time as she walked to go over some bullet points in her head for the conversation they were about to have. She began to list them off; for starters she needed him to understand how his behavior was unacceptable. Two, she wanted to know more about this Harry Clearwater. Three, they would definitely need to discuss contraception. Yes, that was her main focus because she would not allow him to take her again without some form of protection in place.

Master Cullen on the other hand was going over a list of his own in his head. He needed her to understand that walking about was unacceptable and from now on Isabella would be grounded to his estate. He needed her to understand that going into town without him by her side was out of the question. She didn't know how to handle herself in Haven and the last thing he needed was more of the town gossiping on the last Swan heir. He thought about these things briefly because he was constantly being interrupted by her beauty in that dress he loved.

Master Cullen brought her to a small dead end corner with every intention of reprimanding her loudly but when he finally turned to look at her, as she stood with a hint of blush upon her cheeks and the blue captivating against her skin; all words completely failed him. So he did what any man in his right mind would do in such a situation; he made sure words would fail her too.

It was supposed to be just a kiss.

One kiss.

But…things never seem to go the way they are planned.

AN: Thank you for reading and reviewing! I am so happy that so many of you have come to embrace this fic and even though it may make you feel uneasy, you continue to give it a chance. Thank you to everyone who has pimped this fic! It really means a lot to me.

Disclaimer: Story is mine, characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.