Disclaimer: I don't own anything we all know who does. I just like to screw with their minds.
AN: First and foremost a huge thank you to my amazing beta, SexyLexiCullen, for all her help in cleaning up this mess. Secondly, thanks to Mkystich for helping me get over the writer's block and WCing with me.
Also, big thanks to Ocsickgirl and Witchyvampgirl for discussing this story in the FB group.
I'm so sorry for the delay in posting, but I had a bad case of writers block. I knew where I wanted to go with this chapter but I couldn't get the words to do what I wanted.
***TCBS***
As they made their way into Charlie's house, Bella wondered if her new accessories were visible through her bra. Edward promised they wouldn't be seen, but she wasn't too sure. She realized just how well Edward knew her when he came back to the bedroom. The nipple clamps provided the amount of pain she needed. Edward also explained that if she was feeling especially anxious, she could pull on the jeweled chain that joined the two tweezer-like clamps.
"Relax, baby. No one can see the clamps. I promise. Don't you believe me?"
"Of course I do. It's just that this is so new for me, I feel like I have a neon sign pointing to my chest." A small smile crept up Edward's face at her admission.
"Trust me; they are invisible to everyone else, but you and me. And I promise that once I take them off, the tingling will feel like a treat," he whispered, just as they were walking into the living room where her father was waiting for them.
"Bells?" Charlie asked as soon as he came into the room. He knew that things couldn't be easy for Bella. He'd seen the news report that morning. Luckily, they still didn't have the name of the person who was suing Marcus, but it wouldn't be long before they were knocking on his door to harass his daughter.
"Charlie, good morning," Edward greeted. "I was hoping we could talk about a few things. The fact that the media has quickly become aware of the lawsuit, I know it won't be long before they find out about Bella and where she lives. Just like you, I'd like to do my best to protect her. So, I was thinking she could stay at my house. It's gated and no one can come onto the premises unless they have the code or are given access. Of course, you will have all access information..."
While Edward and Charlie continued to talk, Bella thought back to what happened that morning.
They had just finished getting ready for the day when Edward's phone rang. The caller ID indicated that it was Hamilton, and Edward quickly answered the call.
"Hamilton, what's going on?" Edward was anxious to know why his employee would be calling, especially since Hamilton knew he was on his way to the office anyway.
"I think you need to turn on your television. The actual station doesn't matter, but I have it tuned on to MSNBC."
Following Hamilton's suggestion, Edward quickly tuned into the news station. What they were greeted with caused Bella to gasp, and then quickly fall onto the bed.
"Hamilton, I'm going to stay with Bella today. Can you handle the office by yourself?" he asked the instant he saw how pale Bella's face had become.
"Not a problem, boss," Hamilton replied before ending the call.
"Baby? Are you okay? Talk to me." Edward was quick to sit next to Bella and try to soothe her.
"It's really happening, isn't it?" Bella asked in a whisper.
Edward quickly engulfed her into his arms, wanting to show Bella as much support as he could provide.
"Yes, love. I told you last night that Hamilton was filing the paperwork. He might've been able to file late last night."
"I know, but I didn't think the news would find out about it so fast." Bella pointed to the TV that was still playing the loop of Marcus Volturi being served a subpoena. She knew the media would eventually find out about the suit, but never did she think it was going to happen as Marcus was being handed the papers.
"Baby, Arizona is an hour ahead of us. Their courts opened earlier than ours did, and there are always Pap's hanging outside any one of the Volturi homes. Especially with the way that things have been with the brothers lately."
Edward then proceeded to tell her how there'd been some fighting with the brothers. They want to expand the business, while Marcus wants to stay put. He'd argued that expanding it would open them up to bigger problems, and he feared it would grow out of their control. Aro and Caius explained that Marcus was afraid to let them grow as much as he did.
Marcus was trying to keep them from having more power than him. One such argument happened so publicly that the paparazzi decided to stalk them for a while.
"But that says nothing about it being related to the family squabble. It clearly says he was being served with a sexual assault suit."
"That's exactly what it is. So, what's wrong?" Edward was having trouble understanding what was going through her mind.
Bella thought they were suing for mental and physical abuse, not assault; the wording bothered her. She had to take a few minutes to think of the proper words on how to express this to Edward.
"I wasn't raped, Edward. You said so last night. You said that I was still a virgin."
Trying to find an easy way to say it, Edward racked his brain for a minute before he explained it to her.
"Baby, even though I said Marcus didn't rape you, because his physical body part did not penetrate you, what he did was still sexual abuse. He took advantage of your young age and inexperience, and he touched your body in ways he shouldn't have." Edward held Bella as she began to cry in earnest.
Bella was angry with herself, upset that she was letting what was going on in the news effect her to the point where she wanted to cut. She didn't want to let the lawsuit cause her to fall back to old habits. She thought the best thing to do was to tell Edward what she was feeling to see if he had any suggestions. This was going to be her first time expressing her need in such a way, and it was making her a bit nervous.
"Sir?" she asked to get his attention.
Edward smirked. "Yes?"
While her tear-stained cheeks betrayed her bravado, he was proud that she was strong enough to ask for something, even when she was stressed. He knew she was having a hard time; he read her body better than she even knew he could. Edward could tell that she was close to losing it and needed her own brand of pain. He had just the thing, too.
"Could we go to the playroom?"
"I'm sorry…No, Isabella, we shouldn't. I don't want you to become dependent on the playroom. I want you to enjoy it, not see it as an escape. I have an idea, though, something that will help." With that explanation, he had gone in search for what she needed.
Bella was brought out of her memories when Charlie asked, "Have you spoken to Renee yet?"
"Not yet," she answered, her voice was just barely loud enough for Charlie and Edward to hear.
"Bella, I know how hard this is for you, but you have to include your mother. She is a part of this; she was the one that brought that man into your lives. She should also be here."
"I know that, Dad. But I don't know if she will be able to handle it. It was hard enough on our relationship when I told her about it at the Center. How do you think she is going to be now that it's becoming so public? If it weren't for Phil the last time, she and I might still not be on speaking terms. He's helped us both get through so much. Besides, I know how hard the reality of it all has been on her. I don't want to hurt her more. She is still my mother…after all."
Edward noticed that during her whole speech that Bella kept tugging at her shirt. He knew this was stressing her out so much that she was looking for the physical pain. In an effort to help her, he suggested that he be the one to contact Renee and explain everything to her.
Bella readily agreed and was even more grateful to have Edward in her life.
A few more topics were discussed; they panned out how they were going to deal with the media and the lawsuit.
By the time the couple left, they'd devised a plan that assured Bella would never be alone—whether it was Jake, Leah, Sue, or Charlie—someone would be with her when Edward couldn't.
Once Bella was done packing most of her clothes, Edward loaded her bags into his car, and they headed home.
***TCBS***
As soon as they got home, Bella went straight toward the kitchen with the promise to cook Edward a thank you dinner.
Meanwhile, Edward had gone into the playroom to prepare for the removal of the clamps. Keeping in mind that he couldn't use any toys—and with keeping his promise to put her on the St. Andrew's Cross the next time he had her in there—Edward thought about using a blindfold and making Bella use her other senses to relax and make herself more aware of where she was. Once he was done, he went into the kitchen to see how Bella was doing with dinner.
"How's dinner coming along?"
Bella turned when she heard Edward behind her, but she didn't expect him to be that close to her, which caused her to jump slightly.
He ran his hands up her torso until he reached the little chain; he pulled it, causing Bella to moan. She'd forgotten that she was even wearing the clamps.
By this point, her nipples were pretty much numb unless the chain was pulled. "Mmm, that feels so good."
"Answer me, Isabella. How is dinner coming along?" Edward asked once more. He could hear the huskiness in his own voice, too.
"It's almost ready, Sir. All I have to do is add the sauce." Bella was working hard to answer him while she fought the need to rub her thighs together.
That morning, before Hamilton had called, they'd discussed what was required of her. They were going to try to live in a twenty-four/seven relationship. Though, Edward also explained that he wanted time for them to just be Edward and Bella as well. Depending on the tone in Edward's voice, Bella would know what was expected. The command in his voice told her it was going to be a dinner between Edward the Dom and his pet.
While Bella finished up with her cooking duties, Edward went to the dining room table to clear it of anything that could become broken or stained by the sauce.
Minutes later, when Bella walked in, the table was down to the bare wood, and the two gold candles—that were usually in the center—were on the buffet.
Bella set the two plates down quietly. She was nervous as to what Edward had arranged, wondering why he would remove everything.
Edward sat at the head of the table, but his chair was not completely pushed in. Before Bella could move to sit in the chair to his right, he took a hold of her wrist. "Isabella, please stand in front of me," Edward instructed.
Doing what was ordered, Bella quickly stood between Edward's thighs. He reached behind her to carefully move his plate to the side, and then he lifted her up onto the edge of the table.
He then carefully slid her jeans off her hips and unbuttoned her blouse—ridding her of everything except her bra and panties.
"What have you made us for dinner, my pet?"
"It's...um... It's…Honey Pecan Pork Chops with Broccoli, Sir." Bella could barely get her mouth to work properly so that she could speak. The excitement was causing her mind to turn to mush. She knew that whatever it was he had planned for dinner was going to test her ability to think clearly.
"Mmm, looks delicious, thank you. Now, lie back, so that I can enjoy my meal." Edward helped to ease her down gently.
Edward positioned her legs, which were hanging off the table, on either side of his outer thighs. He placed his plate on her lower abdomen, where she could feel the pressure of his fork and knife working the plate.
"Wow, Isabella, you're a fantastic cook. This is amazing."
"Thank you, Sir." She worked hard to contain the smile; his praise was encouraging and made her feel elated.
With a fork-full of food, Edward made sure to scoop up some of the pecan sauce, purposely letting it drip onto Isabella's right inner thigh.
Leaning in, his tongue lapped at the savory, honey goodness—making sure his moan of appreciation could be felt against her skin. "It tastes even better with a hint of Isabella," he added, his lips never leaving her leg.
Bella bit the inside of her cheek to prevent the whimper that threatened to spill. Her need for him was growing, and she felt the wetness seep into her panties. The more Edward ate, more sauce would land on her.
With each drop, Edward's tongue and lips would follow.
When the last of it landed on the trim of her panties, he licked and then nipped at the sensitive skin there—almost causing Bella to flail and fall off the table—it felt so good.
To add to the teasing, Edward kept whispering about: how sweet the pecans and the honey sauce were, or how soft and tender the pork chops were, how it had just melted on his tongue.
He'd lightly ghost his hands up and down her thighs as he made to get more pieces, or he'd breathe against her wet panties—using the excuse that he was leaning in closer toward his plate.
By the time he was done eating his entire plate of food, he could see that her underwear was pretty much drenched, her breathing was heavy and erratic, her breasts were heaving, and she kept clenching and unclenching her hands. He knew she was ready; he'd brought her to the point of driving her crazy.
As Edward helped her to sit up and get off the table, he couldn't resist lightly touching her skin. He needed her to be hyper-aware of what his touch felt like on her skin, if his plans for the playroom were going to work.
Bella sat as instructed, so she could eat her own meal; however, as Edward helped push her chair in, he swiped more sauce onto his middle finger.
"Here…taste," he whispered, his finger a mere inch from her lips. "Tell me how wonderful, how sweet and flavorful…" Edward watched as his digit disappeared into her hot, little mouth.
Bella let out a loud, throaty groan, swirling her tongue to get the last bit of sauce.
The sight and feel of her lips had Edward flustered, but he masked it. "Eat your meal and then meet me in the playroom, Isabella." He made sure his demand didn't sound weak; his voice gave nothing of his lust away.
Bella agreed while her body practically trembled with anticipation.
The way his breath had teased her ear, the way his fingers had touched her shoulder . . . even the way he purred her name had her ready to explode without him touching her intimately.
***TCBS***
Edward was glad that he had his little solo session in the bathroom—jacking his dick to the thought of Isabella alone—while she finished eating.
It had calmed him, and it helped to alleviate some of his need because . . .
When Edward walked into the playroom, he saw that Isabella was ready and in position—just as he'd told her to be that morning.
Seeing what was displayed before him—Isabella's legs wide-open, exposing her pussy, her breasts pushed out, her nipples red and swollen from wearing the clamps—was making him hard all over again.
"Isabella, please follow me," he instructed and walked toward the St. Andrews Cross. "Raise your arms as high as you can and try to reach those rings at the top."
As soon as Isabella's wrists were within reach, Edward cuffed them tightly. "Now, spread your legs to line up with the rings at the bottom." Once her ankles were in position, he fastened those cuffs as well.
"What are your safe words?" he asked her.
Edward was going to make sure she remembered them before each session, and until they became a part of her.
"Green means I'm okay. Yellow means you're pushing my limits, but that I can keep trying, and red is stop," Bella answered, her voice strong and confident.
"Very good. Now I'm going to blindfold you. How does that make you feel?"
"Green, Sir."
"Excellent." He kissed her soft lips as he placed the cloth over her eyes. "The purpose of this is to enhance your other senses. I want you to be aware of everything: what direction my voice comes from, what touches your skin, what something smells like. And I want you to tell me the answers to each question I ask. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Where am I, Isabella?" he asked.
With her sight gone, she couldn't tell for sure, but he sounded like he was a few feet away from her and to her left. When she answered correctly, she couldn't stop the beaming smile from lighting up her face.
"Do you hear anything else?"
Now she could hear the soft beat of a song and the deep timber of the male artist. Again, he praised her for her accurate answer.
When something soft tickled the skin under her right breast, she jumped slightly, which earned her a stern reprimand.
"If you were paying attention, you would've heard me approaching and you would not have jumped."
"I'm sorry, Sir. It just tickled me," Bella began to explain, but she was cut off by a sting on her right thigh.
"What I have in my hand, Isabella, is called a Tickle and Whip. It has a small leather whip on one end and it has a feather on the other. For every answer you get correct, I will touch you somewhere on your body with the feather. For every answer you get wrong, you will feel the sting of the whip. Do you understand the rules of our little game better now, Isabella?" Edward quietly asked with a wicked glint shining in his gaze, although Bella couldn't see that—his enjoyment.
"Yes, Sir," she answered, her voice firm and strong.
"What do you smell?" He jumped back into the questions.
Taking a deep breath, Bella tried to decipher all the different scents in the room. Bleach and other cleaning products were the main ones she picked up first, but taking a second slower breath, she was able to smell something sweet, like fruit.
With another correct answer, she was rewarded with the feather tickling her nipple. The sensations were extraordinary; the lack of vision helped enhance the rest of her senses. Just then, Bella noticed the change in the song that was playing. It became more instrumental than the previous one, but it still had a male vocalist. She wasn't paying enough attention to really tell what the lyrics were about. Then again, her body was starting to feel overwhelmed with need and desire.
Edward rubbed something soft and wet against her lips. "Bite," he instructed.
Once she took a tiny, tentative nip, he asked her what she tasted.
"It's a piece of melon," she answered.
That earned her—not only a tickle on her other nipple—but a soft caress with the leather part of the whip against her swollen clit. She was so turned on, the whip glided easily, creating a nice friction, and she could feel the wetness dripping down.
Edward knew how aroused she was at that point. He decided it was a good time to change the playlist on the iPod dock and remove the clamps.
"Isabella, you have done so well, my pet. I'm going to remove your clamps now. This may be a bit more uncomfortable than what you're used to, but I promise to make it better."
When Edward removed the first one, the rush of blood to the area was so intense that a small whimper escaped her throat and tears threatened to soak the blindfold.
Edward was quick to put his mouth over her aching nipple and soothe it with his tongue while his fingers found their way to her wet pussy.
"Shhh, shhh. I know it hurts, my pet, but try to focus on what my hand is doing—how good my fingers feel pushing in and out of your sopping, wet pussy." His soft words and husky tone helped her redirect the attention like he suggested.
It allowed her to throw her head back against the horizontal beam of the cross that was just above her shoulders. She'd been so focused on what was going on between her legs that when Edward removed the second clamp, the pain she felt immediately intensified; she couldn't stop the painful scream from escaping her.
Redoubling his efforts on her lower body and taking the freshly exposed nipple into his mouth, Edward worked quickly to take her mind off of the pain.
Soon, her whimpers of pain turned into moans of pleasure.
Normally, he'd want silence from her. He usually wouldn't want to hear the sounds she was making—especially with the effect they were having on his body—but he let it go this time. He made a mental note to explain that in the future . . . he will not be allowing such sounds.
"That's it, my pet. Let go. Let me see you come all over my fingers. Let me feel you tightening and pulsing on them," he murmured against her left ear.
She could feel the heat coming off his body against hers, and in that moment she wondered what it would feel like to have his whole body naked and sweaty and moving with hers.
Never in her life did she think she would ever want to have sex with someone after what she'd been through; however, at this point she was almost desperate for it. No sooner was the thought in her head when she exploded all over his hand.
Her body shook and trembled; her chest heaved with the need to take in a deep breath, and her limbs felt like they would not hold her up had it not been for her being attached to the cross.
Edward worked hard to concentrate on Isabella and her body's reaction rather than his own needs.
Once more, he'd have to take care of himself, after he'd gotten her into bed. It was obvious that she lacked any energy to move, much less walk up a flight of stairs to their bedroom.
He quickly untied her and picked up her weak body before making his way to the stairs.
***TCBS***
Songs playing in the playroom, Junebug by Robert Francis; Sometime around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event, Sail by AWOLnation and Bullet with Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins.
AN: The dining table scene was never planned, it was just something that while I was writing to get passed the writers block came to me and well it was the key to unblocking my brain apparently. So I thought it appropriate to stay.
I've been asked if it is needed to read the original OS to read the story, and it is not. I will eventually be adding that to the story, most likely close to the end of it. I have planned four or five more chapters, but let see how that goes.
Recs:
He Shoots, She Scores by: WitchyVampGirl – if you haven't read this story yet I recommend you have Shamwow panties available when you do so. I was lucky enough to get to read the original OS that inspired the full length story when I was a judge for the TFA contest. Trust me you wont be disappointed.
The Gentlemen by: MasterAskim – Wow I don't know what to say other than this story has had me on the edge of my seat from day one. It is amazing, unique and intriguing.
Salacious by: Cutestkidsmom – this is also another one that blows my mind. There are points where you want to kill Edward for being such an ass and then other moments when you want to cry because he's hurt so much. Also what Bella's gone through and how she ended up alone is heartbreaking.