Edward marched out of the large doors of Volterra into the glaring daylight. I squinted my eyes against the unexpected brightness as Edward tentatively set me down on my feet. I kept my eyes on the ground, not sure of what my new rules were and how I was expected to behave. I hoped he would make these clear to me.
"Are you ok Isabella?", his words were soft as he gently titlted up my chin to make eye contact with me.
"Yes sir, im fine, thank you".
He nodded stiffly.
"Can you walk?"
"Yes, I think so."
He didnt respond, just took my hand in his and started walking, pulling me along behind me. I had a feeling he was slowing his pace to match my shuffling one. I had no idea where we were going, never having walked along the streets of the city we lived in before. It was loud and big and I felt incredibly uncomfortable. We turned a corner and walked along a road that led into what appeared to be one of the shopping districts, people were everywhere, jostling each other and rushing around. A strange panic gripped me and I became convinced everyone was staring at me, that they knew all my dirty secrets, all the things that had been done to me. One man knocked into me roughly, pushing me sideways and nearly into the road, only Edwards quick reaction stopped me from literally ending up in the gutter as he grabbed me around my waist to steady me. My breath was coming out in sharp pants and I could feel my body trembling as I tried to calm myself down. I knew my panic was irrational, I had survived many trips in public before ending up with Mr Cullen, but my reaction was involuntary and uncontrollable, no matter how many times I told myself I was being stupid.
After steadying me on my feet, Edward stood infront of me and pulled me close to him, lowering his head almost to my ear.
"Are you ok Isabella, you're trembling. Are you cold?"
His hands started rubbing gently over my arms as if to cause friction to warm me up.
"I...I'm sorry.. Mr Masen... I... I..I'm being... stupid... Im sorry..." I was stuttering, unable to get my breathing under control.
"What is it Isabella? Whats wrong?"
He again tilted my head upwards with a gentle finger under my chin but I kept my eyes rooted to the ground in shame and an effort to control my ever growing panic.
"Its just... I..I... Mr Cullen... He didnt ever take me out.. I've not... Since i've been with him.. I only went to Volterra.. and... his home. Im sorry... Its stupid. Im trying Mr Masen I promise... Im ok... Im ok now...".
Tears were welling in my eyes as I was struggling with the panic and my pounding heart. I wanted to run, to flee this place and all these people. Or, failing that, curling into a ball out of sight would do.
"Ssshh.. its ok precious girl.. I've got you, no one is going to hurt you I promise... You're ok".
Edward's words were soothing as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me against his warm body. I pressed my face into his chest, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of him and found that it calmed me somewhat. His soft words continued in my ear, his voice was melodic and I could feel my body respond and calm itself.
"Its ok my beautiful girl... you're safe with me sweetheart... Shit, im so sorry Isabella, I sold the fucking car to... nevermind..." he pulled away from me slightly and raised my head up, I allowed my eyes to meet his tentatively.
"We're nearly at my apartment, its just across the road", he pointed in across the road but I couldnt make myself look, "two minutes ok, you can make it that far, right?"
I pulled back and swiped my sleeves across my face, grimacing slightly at the smeared mascara that appeared on it. I must look at mess! I nodded my consent to Edward and he gave my upper arms both a gentle squeeze before moving to my side, placing his arm protectively around my waist and leading me across the road. I kept my eyes firmly glued to the ground ahead of me to ensure no further repeats of my panic attack. Before I knew it we were going through a large set of glass double doors and into an elevator. Edward didnt say a word, just pressed the button for the 8th floor and leaned into the far corner, pulled me back into him, his arms wrapped firmly around me as his fingers trace lazy circles on my stomach over my shirt. I felt him press his face into my hair and inhale deeply, he groaned softly and pulled me back firmly into him. I could feel his blossoming erection pressing into my ass and a fresh, familiar panic rose in me which I managed to successfully quell. I had learned how to hide my emotions regarding all things sexual. His fingers spread over my hips, gripping slightly and pulling me tightly back into him, slightly grinding himself into my ass as his lips ghosted softly over my neck as his breathing slowly became more urgent.
Suddenly the elevator came to an abrupt stop and the doors opened with a ping. Edward groaned loudly, but it was definitely more frustration than arousal. He pushed me forward to raise himself away from the wall and took my hand as he strode past me without a look, pulling me along behind him as we made our way down the hallway. The decor was very bland, we could have been in a hotel for all I knew. Magnolia walls and a non-descript beige carpet were all there was to see as we passed numerous white doors. We finally turned a corner and Edward stopped infront of a door - 868. I would need to remember that. I committed the number to memory. Edward fished out his keys and fumbled with the lock, almost as though he was nervous.
The door opened and I followed Edward in as he flung his keys onto the small table inside the door. The apartment was surprised. Far from the luxurious decedence I was used to in Mr Cullen's sprawling estate, Edwards apartment was small and sparsley furnished. The doorway opened up straight into a living room with a large brown leather sofa and matching chair facing a television cabinet, curiously minus a television. There was a small coffee table and a bookshelf that apeared to be stocked only with DVDs and no books at all. I was irrationally disappointed to see this, I had been a keen reader before and although I no more expected Edward to allow me free time than I had Mr Cullen, the fact that he didnt seem to possess any books really drove the idea home that I wouldnt have any access to my one possible temporary escape from reality.
Edward stood silently next to me, hands in his pockets as i looked around the apartment. To the right was a small kitchen area in what appeared to be the corner of the living room. "Open Plan" certainly seemed to apply. The only redeeming feature about the apartment so far was the floor to ceiling glass on the far side of the room which gave an amazing view of the city below, but no doubt would give me vertigo if I got too close.
Edward walked further into the room, placing the brown bag he had been carrying onto the coffee table before turning back to look at me. His eyes roamed hungrily over my body and I immediately felt uncomfortable. The previous feelings of safety and comfort I had received around Edward seemed to disappear completely. I crossed my arms across my body, suddenly aware of the fact that the tight fitting t-shirt and denim shorts I was wearing left little to the imagination.
Suddenly Edward took in a harsh breath, my eyes automatically snapped to his and I was surprised to find a frown on his face. He looked almost angry, his eyes harsh as they continued to move over my bare legs. Suddenly the rose to meet my own.
"Come Isabella".
His voice was hard and final as he snapped out the command before turning on his heel and walking towards the only door in the apartment on the left side wall. I quickly followed him, not surprised to find myself in a bedroom. There was a high, king sized bed with cheap looking blue bedding. Dark wood tables sat at each side of the bed with a small lamp on each, an alarm clock sat on the table to the right. The right side of the room again had the floor to ceiling window, with blinds pulled back to allow the light to fill the room. On the opposite wall were two doors, one opened to reveal a small bathroom, the other was closed. I assumed it was a closet.
Edward stood beside his bed unmoving. I could still feel his eyes all over my body. I was unsure what he wanted, what was expected of me. So I kept my eyes respectfully downcast, staring at his shiny black shoes. I heard the shuffling of clothes then saw him place his jacket on the bed.
"Come here Isabella..."
Edwards voice was soft but left no room for argument. I looked up at him and his expression was expectant. I took the four steps forward to bring me within arms reach of him. His eyes still roamed all over my body as if he couldnt take them off me.
"Turn around".
I obeyed silently, turning so my back was to him. I felt, more than heard, him close the distance between us. The heat from his body hit mine and I had the urge to lean back into him. I resisted.
His hands immediately went to my hips, gripping tightly as he groaned. His hands moved up to my waist under the fabric of my shirt, them moved over the flat planes of my stomach on a slow ascent to my ribs. He trailed his fingers gently over them before softly fingering the underwire of the bra I wore. I felt the tips of his fingers just barely graze the underside of my breasts before suddenly continuing swiftly upwards.
"Arms".
He whispered the word into my ear, his voice husky and aroused. I obeyed, raising my arms above my head and he swiftly pulled the shirt off before discarding it on the floor.
With a loud groan he placed his hands firmly on my breasts over the bra, squeezing them both tightly as he pulled me back into him.
"Fuck... you are so fucking hot baby..." his voice was strained.
He gave one final squeeze before his hands disappeared to undo the bra. He removed it swiftly and it soon joined the shirt on the floor. His hands resumed their attentions on my breasts. He massaged them firmly, rolling the nipples between his fingers as he moaned into my neck. I felt his tongue taste the tender skin behind my ear before he took the lobe in his teeth, giving a firm nip before thrusting his hips into my ass. He dropped his right hand from my breast to my hip, pulling me firmly back against him as he rubbed his hardness against me through the thick denim of his jeans.
"Feel what you do to me baby... Fuck, I cant wait to be inside you... Reach back, undo my pants..."
He pulled back slightly to allow me access and I managed to undo the button and zip with fumbling hands. His hand left my waist for just a second before returning, gripping me tightly to pull me back against him. I could feel his hardness so much better now, covered only by the thin fabric of his boxers. He was grinding into me in earnest, right hand holding me firmly in place while his other hand had now given up massaging my breast and was now just squeezing painfully.
Suddenly he pulled back from me, so unexpectedly that I nearly lost my balance. He used my shoulders to turn me to face him. His face was flushed, eyes dilated and he was sporting an impressive tent. I kept my eyes from that area as much as possible, instead taking in the lean but defined muscles of his chest and abs. He was a beautiful man, but it didnt stop the bile rising in my throat at his next command.
"Strip".
He kept eye contact with me as he said it, an eyebrow raised as if expecting an argument. I was well used to humiliation and nudity now, it was second nature. But I had hoped - dreamed - that Edward might be different. That he might want me, not just my body. My heart sank as I swallowed down my pride and pushed down the shorts and panties and stepped out of them.
He stood perfectly still, like a beautiful statue carved in equisite marble, for just a few seconds before he pushed me forcefully backwards until my calves hit the bed He pushed until I fell back onto it. I led back, looking up at the ceiling as I could feel his eyes on my body again before I could hear him removing his boxers. His hands came to my knees, gripping behind them and pulling them widely apart putting me on complete display for him. He groaned again as he forced himself between my legs, my thighs parting to allow him access. I bit back a hiss as his hips pressed firmly into the angry wound on my thigh. I pulled my leg further away, successfully managing to remove it from contact with his skin.
He pressed himself against me, rubbing the tip of his cock against me. His eyes were firmly planted on my pussy as he grabbed his large, thick cock in his hand, placing it at my entrance. He was easily the biggest I had ever had but instead of making me happy, I panicked. The foreplay had been almost nonexistant and he clearly didnt intent to get me ready now. Before I could think more about it he thrust his hips forward forcefully, painfully entering me in one sharp thrust. I cried out but Edward didint appear to even notice. His eyes were fixed on where we were joined as he immediately began a punishing rhythm. The stretching and burning was beyond uncomfortable and I scrunched my eye lids shut, tears seeping between them, partly from the discomfort, but also from the utter desperation of my current situation.
Obviously feeling the lack of lubrication and not enjoying himself Edward pulled out of me while reaching into the bedside table and pulling out a small bottle of lube. He lubed himself up before forcing back inside me. It was less uncomfortable this time, and as my body adjusted and slowly untensed I opened my eyes. Edward's were still focused on his cock moving in and out of me at a thundering pace. He was a spectacular sight between my legs, the light from the wall-window behind him giving him an almost ethereal glow as he gave me a punishing fuck. His breathing was heavy, almost panting. He grabbed my legs again, then hooked his elbows under my knees, allowing him to go even deeper, his pace became even harder and faster, he was thrusting almost erractically. The loud slapping of our skin could probably be heard in the next apartment. Thankfully, after only a few minutes, he threw his head back, eyes clamped closed and he moaned out loudly as all the muscles in his body tensed and he thrust into me hard and deep one-twice-three times before freezing and groaning and cursing loudly.
After a few seconds he dropped my feet to the floor unceremoniously and staggered a step backwards, slipping out of me as he did. I could feel the wetness seep out of me onto the fabric below. I looked at him, expecting him to make eye contact or give me a command but he kept his eyes closed and raised a hand rubbing over his forehead roughly before he suddenly turned and made his way to the bathroom, slamming it behind him. A few seconds later I heard the sound of the shower turning on.
The tears came then.
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Ok, firstly I need to apologise for not updating in ages. Unfortunately my laptop died, literally and I lost EVERYTHING! Nightmare. I only managed to scrape enough pennies together to buy a new one now - I got it yesterday. Its purple! Anyway, i'd lost this story so had to use flagfic to get it back and read back through it to get myself back into the world of Isabella so please forgive any mistakes.
I hope you dont all hate Edward too much. Poor Isabella... I feel evil but, Edward just bought her, like you would a car, so he's not exactly a saint, right? Stick with it :)
Assuming this laptop doest die, regular posting will resume, although, the 3 or 4 chapters I had pre-written are lost so i've had to just write this one up from scratch and I will need to get writing the others so may not be daily until i've got a few more written. I will do my best though. Thanks for sticking with it, and especially thanks to those who have read/favourited/reviewed in my absence!