Chapter 8
Beta'd by princess07890
Bella POV
"Be good," Edward ordered sternly right before we descended the last flight of stairs. He had an arm wrapped possessively around my waist and I didn't think he was planning on letting go any time soon. When we finally made it to the bottom of the staircase, we were met with hesitant smiles. Emmett was the first to speak.
"Man, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I know I would have done the same thing if you charged for Rosie like that." He empathized. Edward's arm was suddenly tighter around me.
"Just don't touch Isabella without my permission." He warned sternly. Emmett nodded in understanding.
"So, why don't Rosalie, Esme, and I take Bella in the other room to eat?" Alice suggested jumpily. "I'd like to meet my new sister properly. The other day didn't quite go as planned…"
"That is because it was a very foolish plan." Edward snapped.
"Ok, so it wasn't one of my best-" Half the people in the room scoffed at her comment.
"Alright, it was stupid! But, we are all here now, and I would like to meet my new sister. Can we?" She asked again, using the puppy dog eyes.
"Sorry, but I've been given immunity to that look. It only works when Bella does it now." He announced proudly.
"Come on, please? It's just in the other room." She pointed out.
"Isabella is not leaving my sight." He answered.
"Edward?" I cut in. He looked down at me. "It really is just in the other room. The guys will be with you so there is no risk of another incident happening." I reasoned. "I promise to be good." Instead of the puppy dog look, I pulled the innocent little girl façade. He was silent for a moment.
"Oh, alright," He finally sighed. I smiled.
He brought his lips to my ear.
"I'm watching you, little girl." He murmured. I bit my lip and nodded. Just as I was about to walk over to Alice, I felt a light tap on my ass, making me jump slightly. I smiled slightly to myself.
I made my way over to Alice, Esme, and the drop dead gorgeous blonde named Rosalie. I had a feeling that, by the time I got out of this household, my self-confidence would be knocked down at least ten notches.
"Yay! Come on, come on, come on!" Alice jumped up and down like little girl with ADHD, who was also on crack. She grabbed my hand and practically yanked me into the other room.
"Hey!" I heard Edward warn sternly.
"I-I'm fine!" I shouted from the kitchen.
"Alice! Calm your shit down! You're going to pull the girl's arm off!" Rosalie exclaimed, yanking Alice away from me. I gave her a thankful glance.
"You're going to pull my arm off!" Alice shot back.
"Oh Alice…" Rosalie sighed. I chuckled at their exchange.
"Alright, enough bickering," Esme cut in. She was holding a tray with what looked to be cold cuts. "Thank goodness I made you something cold. If it were heated, we would have had to nuke it!" I looked past her to the kitchen table. It held various condiments and types of bread, fruit, and a pitcher of tea to the side. Smart choice; it's almost like she knew something would set us back. "I thought a buffet of sorts would be the best choice since I don't know what type of bread you prefer, lunch meat, condiments, etc." She explained.
"It looks really well put together for people who don't eat." I commented.
"Well, Esme works at the soup kitchen, and she's also one of the chefs down at the hospital where Carlisle works." Alice informed.
"Plus, you know there is this thing called the Food Network." Rosalie added smartly. I laughed at that. When Esme was done adding fresh ice to the tea, she returned to us.
"Why don't we sit down at the table?" She suggested.
"Alright," I agreed nonchalantly. I was, of course, the last to the table, due to their vampire speed. When I did get there, I pulled out a chair and turned it to face me. I straddled the stubby back of the chair and reached for a piece of Italian bread.
"So, Alice, how did you convince the principal not to mention anything?" I wondered while grabbing a plate.
"Let's just say I got spanked for it." She replied, looking down. My eyes widened.
"You didn't-"
"No! Of course not! I just flirted with him a bit…and…" She trailed off.
"And?" I urged.
"I might of…'accidentally' dropped my pencil and given him a glimpse of my panties when I bent down to get it." She admitted. My eyes widened. "It was just to get him to agree! He was stubborn, at first, and refused to break school policy." She defended.
"You still don't show your fucking underwear, Alice." Rosalie said, irritated.
"That is only to be viewed by your mate." Esme agreed.
"It's not like I don't feel guilty about it! I almost cried when I got out of there!" She exclaimed. Rosalie rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair. I grabbed some fruit from the bowl and added it to my plate.
"So, Jasper spanks you?" I asked, changing the subject. They all looked at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"All males spank their mates." Alice informed.
"Really?" I asked, a little surprised.
"Yep. They use old fashioned methods. That's not the only thing they do to punish us, though." Rosalie said smirking.
"What else do they do?" I leaned forward, interested now.
"That's probably something you want to discuss with your mate." Rosalie answered. "I would totally tell you, but Edward wouldn't like it." She explained. I sighed.
"Yeah, I'm in enough trouble as it is." I said. Alice smiled and shook her head.
"I can't wait to see what that man does when he takes you to school." She laughed. "He's probably going to be the most possessive of the men, and he's a mind reader on top of it!" She exclaimed. That caught my attention.
"Why would he be the most possessive?" I questioned, taking a bight of fruit.
"He has been waiting for you the longest." Alice revealed.
"Emmett found me right away, Jasper found Alice about two decades after he was changed and wasn't really searching." Rosalie said.
"I thought Carlisle was like 300 years old." I was confused.
"Well, you see, dear, Carlisle wasn't looking for a mate; he was looking for a companion, just someone to talk to and relate to. That is why he changed Edward." Esme chimed in.
"Edward knew what was missing from his life and longed for it. Having to be around happily mated couples all the time put quite a toll on him. He has been searching for you for nearly a century and, now that he has finally found you… I can't even imagine the possession and protectiveness he must feel towards you." Alice empathized.
"Well, now I kind of just want to give him a hug." I said.
"Just a hug?" Rosalie raised an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes, but was reminded of a question I had.
"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask about that… does it ever get easier?"
They looked at me in confusion. "I mean, I seem to be always lusting after him. Does it ever get easier to resist?" Their eyes flashed in understanding.
"Nope," They all said at once.
"If anything, it gets harder." Alice said.
"Definitely," Rosalie backed her up.
"Well, how the hell am I supposed to cope?" I exclaimed. "I mean, sometimes, it gets painful and, if it gets any stronger than that…what am I going to do?"
"You're not the only one." Rosalie said. "Emmett and I still have to meet in the locker room at times; it's the same with Jasper and Alice."
"The lust actually gets a lot stronger when you are changed." Alice said. I was almost finished with my sandwich.
"I think I need a drink," I said slowly. Esme was suddenly there with a glass of tea in her hand. I grabbed it.
"Thank you," I said, sipping it down eagerly. "I was actually talking about an alcoholic drink, though." I explained when I was done with the glass. "But, that tea helped a lot." Esme chuckled.
"Sorry, but I think we are fresh out of whiskey." She joked. I snapped my fingers.
"Damn," I said, mockingly. Alice and Rosalie chuckled.
"There are advantages in that area when you're changed, though." Rosalie said. I was desperate for something good right now.
"Like what?" I pried.
"Well it gets… really sensitive down there." Rosalie said.
"You mean like heightened nerves?" I interrogated.
"Yep. Every sense of ours is pretty much heightened and it can be an advantage to us in the, uh, bedroom." Alice cut in. This was a lot of information to take in. My fingers started to rapidly move, a habit of mine when I was anxious. My mom used to say it looked like I was playing the piano really fast.
I heard footsteps behind me and then felt hands on my fingers, stopping them.
"Why are you so anxious, little girl?" I heard a velvet voice ask from behind. I reveled in the sound of Edward's voice. I was instantly calm.
"I was, uh, just learning some information." I told him. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of my hand.
"What kind of information?" He asked.
"Just, uh, you know about the change."
"There is no need to be nervous." He soothed. I shook my head at his misunderstanding.
"It's not the change itself that I am nervous about." I said.
"Well, we will discuss it later. At the moment, I believe I've had as much time away from you as I can handle." He whispered, kissing the shell of my ear. I smiled slightly and stood up from my chair. I pushed it back in and spun around to hug him. God, I'd wanted to do that ever since the girls told me about his past.
"God, I didn't know you waited that long." I said into his chest. He chuckled.
"Well, I have you now." I wrapped my arms around his neck and reached up, lightly kissing his Adam's apple. My lips made a trail from his Adam's apple to his ear and I closed my teeth around the shell of it.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to fuck you on the table." He warned.
"I don't mind," I said as I lightly ran my teeth along the side of his neck.
"Isabella!" He raised his voice. "Do you really want to be fucked in front of my sisters and mother?" He asked.
"The audience makes it more erotic," I answered against his neck. I could feel his erection against my stomach.
"So help me Isabella, I will." He threatened. I sighed and backed off. I knew he wasn't bluffing. He sighed.
"Carlisle just got called to the hospital, and Emmett is taking Rosalie hunting. We will be leaving soon; I just have to get some things from my room." He told me. He took some keys out of his pocket and put them in my hand. "Wait in the Volvo." He directed. "I will be there in just a moment."
He kissed me on the forehead and left. I slowly turned to see the girls when, suddenly, I was tackled.
"Bye, Bella!" Alice hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe.
"Holy shit, Alice! Don't do that!" I shouted. I took a hold of her arms and tried to pry them of me. She finally let go.
"Oops, Sorry! Anyways, I'll see you at school!" She said. Suddenly, I was being hugged again, this time not as hard. Ugh. I didn't like being touched unless it was Edward. I started to panic a bit. I really hated physical contact, especially when it was by surprise.
"Um, c-could you guys not touch me?" I requested. Esme immediately let go.
"I'm sorry, dear; I'm just used to giving my children hugs!" She explained. Wow, she already though of me as her child. Well, that was endearing.
"Sorry I just… I'm not good with physical contact." I said. She nodded in understanding. She looked like she kind of knew what it felt like.
"Well… I should probably get going." I told them. I turned and walked towards the door.
"Bye, Bella," I heard Rosalie say. I waved from behind. I could have sworn I heard her say 'good luck', but I'm not sure. I stepped into the garage; holy shit, these people were rich. They had a variety of cars from Jeeps to BMWs. My eyes wondered the room, searching for the Volvo. I finally found it in the last row of cars. I walked over, having to squeeze some. The cars were tightly packed. I opened the passenger's side door and climbed in. I wondered what my punishment was going to be. I mean, what I did was pretty bad. Maybe, he will just give me a spanking. The thought didn't affect me as I presumed it would. All it did was send shivers through my body and wet my core.
"What are you thinking?" I heard from beside me.
"Ahh!" I screamed in surprise. I looked over to see that it was just Edward. "Oh, you scared me." I sighed. He smirked slightly. I wanted to say 'It's not funny, asshole!' but I decided I was in enough trouble as it was.
"The question," He reminded me.
"Oh, umm… why do you ask?"
"Because I can smell your arousal, Isabella," He answered, starting the car. Oh shit… I have to come up with a cover. I thought as he pulled out of the garage.
"I, uh, was just thinking about two nights ago." I covered. He narrowed his eyes.
"You will tell me the truth later, Isabella, but, right now, we are going to discuss what happened earlier." He said. I nodded nervously.
"Isabella, you will not question me again, and you most certainly will not try to stop me from doing anything if it's for your safety."
"I know. I wasn't thinking." I looked down at my lap.
"Well, think next time, because, if you do that again, I assure you that your punishment will be unbearable." He warned.
"It won't happen again." I whispered.
"It better not." He said sharply. He was just pulling into my driveway. He parked right next to the Harley.
He took a deep breath.
"Isabella, you will go straight up to your room and wait." He ordered. I nodded and opened the car door, stepping out of it. I walked up to the front door and glanced back. Edward gave me a stern look and pointed up to my room. I sighed and opened the front door. I walked across the living room, glancing at the clock as I did. It was 1:30. My dad wouldn't be home for another 5 ½ hours. I groaned and marched up to my room. I opened the door and went to sit down on my bed.
I waited and waited. At some point, I got up and started pacing. I was going more insane with each passing moment and checked out the window to see if he was still in the car more than once. He wasn't. I wondered if this was part of the punishment. Maybe he was priming me. The questions just kept playing over and over in my head.
Where is he?
What if he's watching me right now?
What if- and then I heard the door open. I spun around to see him shut and lock the door. He turned to face me, his expression deadly calm. He traveled over to the bed and sat on the edge.
"Come here." He told me. His voice was deadly velvet. I hesitated. "NOW!" He shouted. I scrambled over to stand in front of him.
"Strip." He ordered. Strip? I thought he was giving me a spanking.
I unzipped my jacket and pulled it off. I tugged my shirt up and off of my body, and unzipped my pants. I pulled them down and stepped out of them, leaving me in my black underwear and bra. I stood in front of him, waiting for further instruction.
"All of it." He ordered sharply. I reached behind and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them, too. He grabbed on to my arm and pulled me closer to him. He lifted me up and put me face down over his lap, positioning me so that half of my torso was hanging off. So, he was going to spank me.
"Why are you in this position, Isabella?"
"Because I questioned your superior judgment on my safety and tried to stop you from taking action." I sighed.
"That's right." He said. "Now, you will get 15 swats, Isabella. You are to count every one of them out loud. Those that you do not count will earn you an extra swat."
Smack! His hand came down on my posterior.
"One," I counted.
Smack! This one was harder.
"Two," My voice was uneven.
Smack!
"Th-three," I stuttered out.
Smack!
"Four," I whimpered.
Smack!
"Five,"
Smack!
"Six," The swats were getting sharper each time.
Smack! That one really hurt! I felt something else brew inside me though, and suddenly my core was soaking.
"Seven," I moaned.
Smack! This swat was the hardest so far. It really hurt, but it still, sort of, made me wet.
By number fourteen, I was a whimpering mess, clinging to his leg. I was trying so hard to fight back tears. Despite this, my pussy was still swollen.
Smack! The last one was so hard that I screamed.
"Fifteen!" I shrieked. This was a pleasant and unpleasant experience all in one. My pussy felt like it was about to burst. He pulled me up to face him. His face held a bit of astonishment.
"You're turned on by this, aren't you?" He asked. I whimpered and nodded slightly.
"You little masochistic vixen," He purred, making me impossibly more wet. "On your knees, now!" He growled. I scuttled off of his lap onto the bed.
"It's been too long." I heard him say from behind me. He lightly ran his fingers through my core. "Jesus, little girl; you're so wet." He groaned. He lightly tapped the tender flesh of my ass, while pressing on my clit.
"MMM, Edward!" I moaned.
"I'm going to fuck you now, little girl. Would you like that?" His voice was husky.
"Mmhmm," I answered. He abruptly slammed into me.
"Fuck!" We both shouted. It hurt like a bitch when he did it, but it also came with an immense amount of pleasure. It was the perfect balance.
"Harder!" I begged. He pulled almost all the way out and then slammed into me again.
"Like this?"
"Yeah!" He then proceeded to pound into me relentlessly.
"Ow," I moaned. Every time he went in, his hard skin slapped the sensitive flesh of my ass. I liked it.
"Am I hurting this sweet little ass of yours?" He put his hands on my ass.
"Yeah," I groaned. "Keep doing it." I told him. He rammed into me impossibly harder. He ran his nails over my back, heightening my senses and creating trails of fire.
"You little masochist," He grunted. "Can you feel it? Can you feel my balls slapping into your clit every time I ram into this tight little pussy?" He reached down and slapped me right on the pussy.
"Edward!" I scream.
"That's right! Scream my fucking name! It's the only one you will ever be screaming." He slapped my pussy again and it sent me right over the edge. I felt my walls clench like a vice over his thick cock and I came hard. Warmth spread all over my body and I saw black spots.
"AAHHH!" I shrieked. He didn't stop. He continued to pound into me mercilessly. I dropped down so my elbows rested on the bed.
"Isabella, my dirty little mate, you're so fucking tight!" He moved his hands to the front of my thighs, forcing me to meet his every thrust; the delicious sound of slapping skin filling the room.
"Ugh, I'm going to cum! Cum with me, little girl!" He growled.
"I can't!" I groaned.
"The fuck you can't!" He shouted. He moved his right hand to my breast and pinched my nipple between his fingertips. He led me to meet every thrust, pulling me by the breast. His other hand went to my pussy; he slapped it just like before. He was pushing me over the edge once again.
"I'm cumming!" I screamed.
"Come with me, Isabella." With one more thrust, my walls clenched around him.
"AAh! Isabella!" He growled. I could feel his cum dripping down my thigh.
"Edward! So good," I moaned in ecstasy. I felt Edward lift me up into his arms and pull me into his chest. My eyes drooped. He laid me down and crushed me to his chest.
"Sleep, my mate," He murmured, stroking my hair. I faded out.
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