Disclaimer: We all know who owns the characters I just own the plot…
AN: First of all, I want to thank SexyLexiCullen for being an amazing person and agreeing to look this over for me. (and yes I am still squealing and fan-girling over it) Thankfully she liked the plot enough to want to stay on as my new beta. Secondly, Lisa at EBS needs to be thanked for being my boot camp drill sergeant, and for getting me to focus on this chapter, so I could have it to you all quickly.
WARNING: There is content in this chapter that can be a trigger for some. In other words, I do discuss a bit of what happened to Bella. It mostly takes place after the lime, so if you prefer to stop reading at that point I understand. Know that I lived through some of the events that are discussed in this story and I will try to not get too graphic with them.
If I don't post again before the January Drabble Wars, know that I will be working on the next chapter as soon as they are over.
That's it for now. I'm sure I will have more at the bottom… Enjoy
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When Edward arrived at his home, he had just enough time to warm up the take-out he'd bought from his favorite Italian restaurant. He was also able to select the outfit he wanted Isabella to wear in the playroom.
For her first time, he didn't want her to be completely bare. Edward knew that being naked would be pushing her limit. Today, however, he had a particular outfit in mind that he wanted to see her in.
And he'd hoped that —taking her worries into consideration—would reassure her of his love, and how much he cared about her well-being.
In the future, though, Bella being totally nude while in the playroom would be mandatory.
Just as he was walking out of the playroom, he heard the sound of a car pulling into his driveway. Wanting to give Isabella enough time to get to the door, he went into the kitchen to grab his food out of the oven before he answered. Since things had changed so much and so quickly, he knew she'd be nervous.
He went from thinking he'd never see her again, to Isabella declaring her feelings for him, and now she was to be in his playroom. The thought alone made his heart swell; he was filled with pure, unadulterated joy.
"Hello, beautiful," he greeted her as soon as he opened the door.
"Good evening, sir," she replied, keeping her head down and her tone hushed.
Edward couldn't stand not being able to look into her expressive, smoldering eyes.
He lifted her chin to meet her gaze. "We are not in the playroom yet, Bella. Please, don't hide from me."
The beaming smile she gave him was enough to show she understood. He wanted to have dinner with his girlfriend, not his submissive.
Edward ushered her from the foyer into the set dining room. "I have taken the liberty of getting us some Italian food. I hope you like angel hair pasta with roasted tomatoes and herbed chicken."
"I love it. Thank you, Edward. Italian is actually one of my favorite types of food."
Pleased with that reply, he set the plates down and they began to eat. They both made light conversation as they sipped the red wine he'd brought with him. He had no plans to allow Isabella to leave that evening, so drinking would give him the best excuse; he knew it was a bit shady, but he thought she would understand when he explained how much he desired to share a bed with her.
The relaxed, pleasant meal allowed the couple to discuss a bit more about what would be going on that evening. Edward made it quite clear. He'd set out an outfit for her, but she shouldn't get accustomed to wearing anything while they were in there. He also told her that if he wanted her in something, he would make sure to provide it. She wouldn't ever have to worry about doing anything.
Bella, in turn, explained how embarrassed she was about him seeing her bare form—all of the damage she'd done to her body—especially the latest scar, the one she'd inflicted on herself after Edward told her about finding Marcus.
Bella didn't miss the look of shame and guilt that quickly flashed through Edward's eyes, even if he tried to hide it.
"Edward, it wasn't your fault. I did this to myself, not you. I was the one who couldn't deal with my emotions. Even after you and Alice showed me a positive outlet… I still chose to hurt myself." Bella's gaze fell to her plate. "I just really needed to feel… I was so numb," she murmured in a whisper.
Edward dipped his head low to meet her eyes. "But if I hadn't looked for Marcus, none of this would've ever happened. No escape would have been needed. You wouldn't have felt you couldn't trust us."
Bella held his hand in hers, and they agreed to disagree, both knowing they'd always blame themselves.
Nevertheless, Bella was grateful. If she hadn't reached rock bottom, she wouldn't be sitting next to Edward—eating a lovely dinner—and they would have never professed their love for each other.
Edward felt immense guilt. She would have never left him—pushed him out of her life for six months—had he just respected her wishes, and never searched for Marcus.
As soon as they were finished eating, Edward stood to clear away the plates and informed Bella they'd be heading into the playroom when he returned.
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Edward escorted Bella into the playroom, showing her where all the toys were located, and what type of toys he would use with her in the future. He also explained how the whipping bench worked, even though she'd seen it used at Emmett's house days prior.
Edward showed Bella something that he knew she wasn't aware of—since she only could've seen it in pictures, never in actual use—the St. Andrew's cross. He'd promised her that the next time she would be in the room with him, he would bind her to it.
Bella blushed a deep crimson. There was no way Edward could know she'd seen her favorite porn star, James Deen, use it in one of the videos she'd watched. She was very excited and anticipated the next time they would be in there.
Edward went over a few other things that he thought were important for her to know about the room, and explained what they would be doing that evening.
"Isabella, tonight I will just be introducing you to . . . some of the more basic things that I've fantasized about doing with you." He stepped toward her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I've wanted to know what being inside that sweet mouth of yours is like." Reaching out, Edward traced her bottom lip with his thumb, holding back a groan at the mental image alone—fucking her hot, little mouth.
"I've also needed to taste you on my tongue," he whispered, his nose touching Bella's ear. It tickled and made her tingle below her waist, but she wouldn't dare make a sound, nor did she indicate his actions had any effect. "And bury my fingers deep within that sweet pussy of yours."
Edward could see how her breathing picked up at his descriptions. It was obvious she'd enjoyed his words, and he imagined she was picturing them in her mind as he said them.
With a final instruction to change from what she was wearing to the ensemble sitting by the door, he left her to get into his own gear.
Bella looked at the garment and wondered how she'd ever get herself into it. The black vinyl dress had a corset top with white lace fringe and the skirt ruffled out, but it looked like it'd be a snug fit.
It seemed so small and tight; she even thought it might not be her size.
As if Edward knew she'd be apprehensive, a note with a small bottle of baby powder sat next to it.
Isabella,
The vinyl will slip on easily if you lightly dust your body with the powder. It helps to absorb any perspiration that may be on your skin. Please, do not worry, my love. Alice told me your size, and I know it will fit you perfectly.
Love, Edward
Doing as the note said, Bella put the dress on quickly enough to get into a submissive pose—kneeling on the floor with her head down, a standard position—before he came back.
The moment he walked in to see her waiting for him in that sexy, sinful dress, his already erect cock became harder, his desires more demanding. His own vinyl pants were threatening to rip at the zipper.
Not wanting to waste any time, he grabbed the back of her neck forcefully, placing his other hand under her chin before firmly placing his lips to hers.
The vigor in his actions—the rapid enforcements—were shocking but exciting for Bella; she could already feel some wetness seep out of her.
"So fucking beautiful." Edward growled as soon he pulled away. "Do you remember what your safe words are, Isabella?"
She nodded, but that wasn't good enough for Edward. He demanded she answer him verbally. "Yes, sir. Green, means I am fine with what is going on. Yellow, is that it's pushing my comfort level, and it lets you know to proceed with caution. Red, is that you need to stop immediately."
"Very good, my pet," he praised, as he lovingly stroked her cheek.
Then, Edward helped her get to her feet and ushered her toward the bed that was in the room. As Bella inspected it more closely, she noticed it had loops on each of the posts with restraints attached.
Lifting her onto the bed, he asked to see what color they were on. When Bella assured him she was comfortable, he continued.
Edward proceeded to show her the black and purple heart shaped riding crop he was going to use on her. "Isabella, I want you to flip onto your stomach. I will then bind your legs to either side of the bed. Let me know if it gets uncomfortable for you."
Bella did as commanded, trying hard not to rub her thighs together. She'd already been warned, she was not allowed to give herself any relief. She was already having trouble keeping her breathing regulated and her moans at bay; his hands ghosting over her heated flesh demanded they be voiced. Unfortunately, she let a gasp escape when he lightly slid his finger over her moist slit.
"Oh, my sweet pet. You're wet for me, aren't you?" Edward couldn't help himself, pushing his finger inside her soaked pussy. His digit glided right in, due to her wetness, but it was a tight fit—caused an awestruck gasp to fall from Edward's lips. He'd need to use another finger, to prepare her body for when he'd bury his cock deep inside her. "Isabella, you're so tight…" His hand moved, very slightly in and out; Bella bit her lip to stop herself from groaning in pleasure. "I need to know." His eyes didn't leave his hand. "Are you a virgin?" Edward met her stare.
When she tensed, he wondered if she was afraid to tell him if she was, but what came out of her mouth was not what he was expecting.
"Yellow." Even if she wasn't a virgin, she wasn't ready to tell him that story—how a dildo Marcus abused her with stole her virginity.
"Do I need to stop touching you?" Disappointment marred his features, but his concern for her outweighed his desire. "You need to tell me what is causing you to say 'yellow'."
"The touching is fine...wonderful even, Sir. It's the line of questioning that I'm uncomfortable with," she answered in a low unsteady voice.
"We'll drop it for now, but know that we will be discussing this, Isabella." Not wanting to completely ruin their time together, he began to kiss all along her body. He immediately felt her relaxing and responding to his touch again. All of which spurred him on, wanting more and more, to taste more of her, touch every part of her—his hand itching to take hold of the crop. Isabella needed to feel his love for her in the only way she'd understand. He knew she wanted it, and he needed to give it to her.
When he finally felt she was back to the calm yet excited state she was in before he questioned her, he lifted the crop and swiftly brought it against her pert ass. He enjoyed watching her skin pinken in the shape of the heart at the end of the crop.
He placed an open-mouth kiss on that exact spot.
The feelings that were flowing through Bella's body were overwhelming. The sting of the crop was welcoming. It was similar to what she felt when she used to cut and after the conversation Edward almost started about her purity, it was very welcomed. The amount of desire that was coursing through her was more than she'd ever felt before. She wanted to have that familiar ache of need be relieved; she knew only Edward would be able to do that for her.
Bella had been so lost in her own thoughts and yearning that she was surprised to feel his tongue lick at her soaked core.
Edward's moan was louder than the one that she'd let slip. This was something he'd been dreaming about for months. He didn't bother with correcting Bella for her minor misdeed. She tasted better than what his imagination had conjured up. He lapped at her like a thirsty man stranded in the desert, one who came upon water for the first time in miles. His fingers were diving deeper into her body, curling and pressing on that spongy spot he knew would push her over the edge.
With just a few strokes, her legs began to shake, and he could tell she was close to falling over.
One final hard pinch to her swollen clit had her whole body convulsing, a scream coming from her mouth. She hoped he wouldn't be too hard on her for letting the sounds escape.
After giving her body a chance to relax, he released her from the restraints before commanding her to kneel.
"Isabella, I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. If this will be a trigger for you, you need to speak up now."
Instead of speaking, Bella just licked her lips in anticipation of tasting him. She was eager to finally have him in her mouth; she'd imagined it so many times while she worked for him.
Taking her silence as confirmation, Edward wove his fingers into her hair and slowly brought her face closer to his painful erection. With his free hand, he lowered the zipper of his pants and eased his hard length out of the tight vinyl.
"Open," was all he said before he pushed himself into her mouth, the tip of his dick reaching her throat.
Bella's eyes immediately began to water, trying and failing at not gagging.
"Breathe through it," he explained, although his own breath hitched at the sensation.
Bella worked hard at doing as he instructed, but found it difficult. When he eased himself almost all the way out, she took a deep breath through her nose. The only thing she didn't anticipate was him swiftly pushing back in.
"God, it's better than I ever dreamed. Isabella, your mouth is so warm and slick. Just the way I love it."
His words encouraged her; they helped. She was moaning, instead of gagging, every time his cock hit the back of her throat. She also worked diligently at swallowing down the saliva that began to pool in her mouth.
Bella noticed that Edward enjoyed it, too, since his own sounds became louder. So with that knowledge, she decided to use her tongue as well. Every time he would pull out of her, she would twirl it around his impressive length and lick down his shaft, and she used her hand to jack whatever she couldn't fit into her mouth.
"That's it, little girl. That's the way I like it…Just like that…ugh."
He knew it'd been a while since he'd gotten a release that wasn't self-induced. But he was already at his peak, which was surprising. He'd been trained to last a lot longer than that.
"I'm about to come, Isabella. You better swallow every drop, and lick my cock clean—or there will be serious consequences."
With a few more pulls on her head, Edward was spilling into her mouth. The taste wasn't as pleasant as she'd read about, but it wasn't all that bad either.
Once he was done, she swallowed it all down, and then licked the rest of him clean before releasing him.
Still holding on to her hair, Edward forced her face up to his, kissed her lips—hard. He put as much passion and gratitude as he could into the kiss.
"Good job, little girl. You follow instructions well." There was playfulness in his tone.
Bella beamed inside, but fought hard to keep her face composed. She was so happy at being complimented; especially since that was the first time she'd ever done that.
The look of concentration on Bella's face made Edward finally laugh out loud, as he helped her to her feet.
"Come on, my sweet little girl. Let's get you out of this outfit and we can go talk in my bedroom."
Bella remained silent but wondered why they would be going into his bedroom.
Edward picked up her neatly folded clothes and ushered her toward their new destination.
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After they'd both showered—where Edward gave her a sweet, slow release using his fingers—and Bella was once again dressed, he led her to the bed so they could talk.
"Bella, why did you call yellow?" he asked her right away.
"Because the question was making me uncomfortable." Her voice was meager, almost a whisper.
Since she wasn't looking at him, Edward gently took ahold of her chin between his forefinger and thumb, guiding her face back to his. "Baby, you need to tell me so I know what I did wrong. Please know that you can talk to me openly, honestly.
"I'm not a virgin, Edward." She tried to hide her face, but he held on tight.
Bella averted her gaze instead.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of, baby. It shouldn't make you uncomfortable to tell me that."
"It is... It—It's...Marcus...it's his...he's...he's the reason." She finally rushed out. Bella hated having to talk about sad things, especially after the wonderful experience they'd just shared.
Before his own brain could register, Edward was up and pacing the floor. He had to have heard her wrong. He would kill that bastard with his bare hands if he raped Isabella. Wasn't the mental abuse and molestation enough? He had to violate her sweet, perfect body as well? Just hearing
"I-I'm sorry, Edward." Bella's wails brought him back to the here and now.
"Don't apologize." Just as quickly as he'd stood, he knelt beside her and took her hand in his. "Baby, please, don't cry. I'm sorry I reacted so badly. I was just surprised. Can we talk about what happened?"
After the way he'd reacted, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to discuss it anymore; however, she knew it was best to just tell him everything now instead of when they were in court or in front of Hamilton.
"He never... He used..." she stuttered, finding it difficult to find the proper words to tell Edward, exactly how Marcus took her innocence away.
"Did he rape you?" Edward figured it'd be easier just to ask her a yes or no question until she could compose her thoughts a little more.
"No. He never actually penetrated me. He'd rub against me, and use a toy, but him physically, never." She sniffled.
Edward grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to clean her face. "Okay, okay. So now I know no toys. At least until you're more comfortable," he amended when the sides of her lips began to pull down in a frown.
"Have you ever been with a man?"
Bella shook her head no. "I've never physically been with anyone. That was even the first time I'd ever done anything like we did in the playroom. No one's ever tasted from me or I them."
A small smile crept up Edward's face. "Oh, Bella, baby. This is wonderful; you're still a virgin. A toy doesn't mean that you lost your innocence. Only physical intercourse could cause that. I must admit, knowing I will be your first, and your first for the things we've done this evening makes me so damn happy." He kissed her softly and sweetly before taking her hand in his once more.
"There is more that we need to discuss, but I think that was a hard enough conversation to have today. What do you say we go to bed?"
"Edward, I need to get home." Bella lightly protested.
"Nope. I called Charlie while you were getting dressed. You are spending the night here. With me. In my bed. I want to hold you in my arms." He gave her those sad, puppy eyes, making her completely powerless against him.
"Okay, fine, but I have nothing to wear to bed."
Faster than she'd ever seen him move, Edward pulled out a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers for her to sleep in.
While Bella changed again in the bathroom, he pulled down the blankets and prepared the bed for them to sleep. He couldn't wait to just wrap his arms around her and hold on to her all night.
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AN: May 2013 be filled with love and all good things for you all.
Recs:
If you haven't read any of The Storm Series by SexyLexi, what are you waiting for? Start with Quiet Storm and go on to the rest… I promise you won't be disappointed.
Seventh and Pine by: Iambeagle – The things poor Edward has to deal with on Thanksgiving and Black Friday will have you cracking up for hours… here is her summary… Eating food, drinking beer, and watching football are acceptable ways to spend your Thanksgiving Day. Wooing your niece's insanely attractive babysitter, however, is not. EPOV
Because of a Boy by: Cutestkidsmom – Yes this is a T rated story, but if you never read a T story again you must read this… The way the author shows the life of the families of those wonderful, special people with Autism is amazing. I know my description could never do it justice so here is hers…Edward is the son of an Autistic father. Bella is the mother of an Autistic son. What happens when their paths cross. Can they find peace and love with in the chaos. Rated T for minor language and some adult situations.
By Your Leave by: jonesn353402 – Bella is a widow and single mother who puts an ad in the paper to rent a spare room in her home for extra cash… The person who answers it might just help her with more than paying the rent… her summary is much better… *WINNER* Judges Vote SMYPContest 2012! Honorably discharged Sergeant Major Edward Cullen meets widow Bella Black and her young son Seth. The ad says room for rent, but maybe they have more to offer each other than just space.