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Chapter 12
Beta'd by princess07890
BPOV
"Come on," Edward guided me out of the passenger seat of his Volvo. I moved stiffly, careful not to let the slickness between my thighs escape.
It had been three days since he had set my punishment and they had been torture. I knew I would crack, I just didn't know when. It could be two seconds from now, two hours, anytime really. Every time I moved, no matter how I tried to stop it, I could feel it in my sex. The pressure was already unbearable. Most of the time that wasn't spent at school was spent in my room curled into a ball on the bed, unless Edward ordered me into another position.
Every time I would unconsciously press my thighs together, they would be forced apart by Edward's hands. I was constantly thirsty because of the abnormal level of fluids that were being discharged from my body. Not that the amount before my punishment wasn't a higher level of wetness than most humans, but during my punishment, my juices were running literally non-stop. Thankfully, Edward had let me wear a pad at school to make it easier, but, afterwards, I was allowed nothing but a towel under my body.
My feet dragged as he led me up the stairs and into my bedroom. I heard him shut the door behind me as I set my books down and began to strip. This is something that I do regularly, and will continue to do so in the future. When I was completely bare, I retrieved my clothes from where they had fallen, and dropped them in the hamper. I sighed as I made my way across the room, and got a fresh towel from the closet. I padded back to the center of the room, and spread the towel out on the bed. Without thinking, I plopped down onto the mattress, and felt every bit of it.
"Holy fucking hell mother of shit!" I cursed. I let out a loud growl of annoyance. A second later, I was being lifted into strong arms.
"Easy, piccolo compagno," (little mate) Edward soothed, as he smoothed my hair. Even though I was being punished, Edward had still been very attentive with me. He was still very firm on his ground, and stern with me, but caring at the same time.
"Make it stop," I groaned. I nuzzled myself into his neck, and dug my nails into his shoulder in frustration. The only thing that I could possibly compare it to is having a mosquito bite that you can't scratch. This was on a much larger scale, though, and itching wasn't the problem.
"You know I can't do that, Isabella." He responded firmly, softly placing me on the center of the bed. "You're going to have to endure it."
"But it's so hot down there." I whined. The constant arousal came with side effects. It was burning up down there.
"I can help cool it down, but I will not allow you to orgasm." He told me. Desperate for some form of relief, I agreed,
"Just please cool it down."
"Alright;" He climbed onto the bed, and put his hand on my hip, turning me to my side. I felt him settle himself behind me, and pull me to him, as he normally did. The only difference now was that his hand traveled down my body, until I felt him cup my fevered sex.
"Ah!" I gasped. My stomach coiled into knots when he slid his middle finger between my swollen lips, effectively cooling it, but, it also caused my pussy to gush out more fluid.
"Ugh, you're soaking wet!" Edward groaned. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. While his hand cooled my sex, it made enduring the pressure and arousal so much harder. I knew I was going to have to tell him to stop; as amazing as it felt, I knew that I couldn't come.
"Oh, god," I let out in a weak, shaky voice. The feeling of Edward's erection against my ass pushed me to my limit.
"Take it away, take it away, I can't handle it," I rushed out. I peeked down to see him slowly pull his hand away from my swollen pussy. I had been so wet that I saw sticky trails of arousal from my pussy to his hand. The temperature relief was short-lived as I felt the heat rush back to my core, making it feel as if Edward's cool hand had never been there. I was going to crack if I didn't calm myself down. If I didn't find some form of release, I was going to end up doing something very stupid.
I pushed myself off of the bed and stumbled over to my bedside table. I opened the top drawer and pulled my iPod out. Music was the only way I could think to calm down, without pain. With shaky hands, I unraveled the earphones from around the music player, and growled in annoyance at their tangled state. After finally getting them untangled, I put them in and turned on my iPod. I searched until I found my Seether playlist, and set it to play all. I made my way back around the bed, carefully settling into the position I was in before. I decided to put some space between us so I could cool down. I forced myself to focus on the rhythm of the music. It did help, a little bit, over time. I took deep breaths, and silently mouthed the lyrics of the songs, distracting myself further.
After a while, I began to miss Edward. I needed skin-to-skin contact. Very carefully, I turned over, and reached for his hands. They found mine more than the other way around. I pulled myself to him, wrapping my arms around him as best I could on our sides. I rested my head on his chest. I could feel myself getting worked up again by this simple exchange, so I again, forced myself to focus on the music. That was easier said than done, since he was rubbing my back. I knew it was meant to be a comforting gesture, but it aroused me more than anything. I refused to break contact, though.
…
"Bella! Come on, get up!" I heard. I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, not wanting to be disturbed. Abruptly, I felt a sharp smack on my backside, causing me to yelp. "Now, Isabella." I realized it was Edward, who was now speaking a bit more firmly.
"What?" I whined, flipping onto my back, and then into sitting position. I slowly lifted my eyelids to see a sight of seduction and beauty personified. Edward was standing at the side of the bed, naked, and fully erect. I immediately started to feel that familiar pressure in my core, along with more collecting wetness between my thighs.
"Edward," I groaned, quickly looking away. "Come on, that's not fair. Would you give me a warning next time? I'm being tortured enough as it is." I said, completely serious.
"Now, now, none of that now; you have a job to do," He told me, reaching over and pulling me from the bed. He set me on my knees in front of him, so that I was face-to-face with his manhood. My arousal sky-rocketed.
"Oh," I gasped at the sudden shock in my core. I peeked down between my legs to see that I had already started to drip onto the floor; great.
I sighed and decided to get down to business. My lack of release aside, I loved making him feel good. I looked forward to these parts of the day for that reason.
The sexy sound of his moans filled my ears as I began to suck him off. This had been a routine for the last three days. Several times after school, I would do this for him.
"Ugh, just like that, Isabella," He moaned, grabbing a fist full of my hair. He began to guide me along his length, softly at first, building up speed and power until he was full on fucking my face. I gurgled around his dick, which only egged him on. He growled when I forced my throat to constrict around him as he shoved his cock down my throat.
"Shit, little girl, you feel so fucking good around my cock," He grunted. I moaned around him at his words, causing him to fist my hair even tighter.
"Fucking do it again," He ordered, and I did. He growled and fisted my hair in both of his hands. I loved when he pulled my hair. Wanting more, I did something that drove him crazy. When he pulled back, I lightly scraped my teeth along the underside of the head.
"FUCK!" He roared, once again ramming himself into my mouth. I couldn't control my gag reflex that time. He eased up a bit after, one hand letting go of my hair. He patted my shoulder in apology, before going back to fucking my mouth. I wasn't sure if it was possible to cum from just being incredibly turned on, but I was about to test that theory. I whimpered around him, close to an orgasm of my own.
"Ugh, Isabella I'm close!" He told me. "Swallow all of it." A moment later, I felt his cool cum shoot down my throat. I swallowed, enthusiastically, and then sucked him until he went soft, for the moment. He pulled out of my mouth and then grabbed my hands, pulling me up for a hug.
"Thank you," He whispered. I whimpered, still close.
"Edward, is it possible to cum without being touched there?" I asked nervously. He immediately pulled out of the hug and looked me straight into the eyes.
"You will not cum, Isabella." His voice was hypnotic. I nodded slightly, trapped in his gaze. I don't know how long he kept me there, but, eventually, his gaze moved to the bed behind me.
"Go lay on the bed on your back." He directed. "I will call for Charlie and your dinner." He had been doing this quite often. I honestly think it might be because he is repulsed by human food, and he doesn't have to smell it as much if it isn't cooked in the house.
When we heard the police cruiser in the driveway, I followed the routine, and put on my pajamas. My pajamas usually were just a pair of Soffe™ shorts, and a long sleeved shirt. I was thankful for Charlie, because, if it hadn't been for him being here at night, I wouldn't have been allowed to wear clothes to bed. It would be much harder to hide my cuts that way. I just had to figure out what to do when he went to his next fishing trip.
"If you come, I will hold you on edge for so long with no release that now will seem like it was a pleasure cruise." Edward warned.
"I know," I sighed. "Hey, will you please get me some water? I have no idea why I'm so thirsty all of time." I wondered sarcastically. He nodded and disappeared, ignoring my jibe.
Tuesday…
Today was no better than yesterday. If anything, it was even worse. My punishment was getting insane. My pussy was sore without even being touched; I could think of nothing but sex, and I was irritable. Very irritable. I tried not to snap at Edward, as that would be disrespectful, but god I felt like I was on someone else's period!
"Edward, do we have to go to school today?" I whined. I was miserable, and definitely not in the mood for social situations.
"Yes, Bella, we do. We are already most likely going to miss Friday." He pointed out. I got off of my punishment on Friday, and we would probably be very busy for quite a while…
"I know, bu—"
"Not another word, Isabella. We are going to school." He said in a tone of finality. I knew then it was best to be quiet.
"Now come here. Be a good girl and suck me off."
Mmm, breakfast.
…
The beginning of the day wasn't so bad.
Alright, maybe I'll get through this. I thought. I must have jinxed myself because the very moment after I thought that, my ears were assaulted by nasal voices.
"-ou two are so cute together!" I heard.
"I know; Edward and I make the perfect couple. I know it's early, but I'm already searching for a wedding planner. He gave me his class ring! Look." That got my attention. My head snapped over to where Lauren and Jessica were standing. Sure enough, there was a ring resting on top of Lauren's boob-job. I knew it wasn't Edward's, though.
"Oh, hey Bella," Jessica said, pretending to have just noticed me. "Did you hear the news? Edward gave Lauren his class ring!" She exclaimed, them both jumping up and down.
"I highly doubt that. Like I said, he likes real girls, Pinocchia. Or is it Pinocchio? Is your vagina implanted too?" I asked Lauren, mockingly. I heard a gasp to the side. I glanced over to see Rosalie with wide, impressed eyes, and Alice trying to hold back her laughter.
"You bitch! Just wait until Edward finds out about this." Lauren hissed.
"Let's find out shall we? He should be here any second." I smirked. I saw hesitation in her eyes.
"How dare you talk to her like that; she's Edward's girlfriend! Why don't you just give up? He. Doesn't. Want. You. It's so obvious you're throwing yourself at him." Jessica sneered.
"Are you talking to me or your boyfriend over there?" I shot back, gesturing to Lauren.
"What's your deal?" Lauren shouted. "You can't accept that Edward is just using you as a stepping stone to get to me?"
I pretended to be hurt, and right when they didn't expect it, I lunged. I'd had enough talking, and my fuse was very short that day. First, I threw a fist right under Jessica's ear, causing her to shriek in pain. I then slammed Lauren against the lockers, holding my arm against her throat. I was really irritable; it didn't take much for me to snap. I used my free hand to pry her hand from my arm, and hold her wrist in front of her face. Her eyes watered from the pressure on her throat.
"It would be so easy to snap your wrist right now." I mused, grasping her boney wrist in with both my hands, still keeping my arm against her throat. She started to make choking noises.
"Aww, do you need air?" I asked in a baby-ish, mocking voice. She tried to use her voice, but it came out as a gurgle.
"Listen, bitch, I'm really not in the mood to play right now. Edward is not yours, and will never be yours. Get that in your head right now, or, I swear to god, I will snap your wrist in front of all of these people and choke you until you see black." I deadpanned.
"Pl-e-ea-se," She struggled.
"Do we have an understanding?" I questioned fiercely. She began to turn purple, so I let up a bit.
"Yes!" She gasped, blood rushing back into her face. I let up and stepped back.
"Good." I said.
"You might want to ice your neck. Oh, and don't bother calling the cops. My dad is the chief of police, and I'd get out of it pretty quick; then, I'd hunt your boney ass down." I threatened. She was still gasping for air.
"Same goes for you," I said to Jessica, who was still clutching the side of her head. Weakling.
I suddenly felt arms surround me, and lips at my ear.
"Come on, baby," Edward murmured, letting me go some but keeping his arm around my waist. He pulled me down the hall, and out the door, leaving the audience of people behind us. He towed me to the Volvo. When I got a look at his face, he looked pissed. He picked me up and set me in the passenger seat, and then shut the door. He walked around to his side, and then got in, slamming the door after him. At first I thought he was mad at me until he said,
"If those girls persist, I'm stepping in. I'm not opposed to hitting females when it comes to them bothering my mate."
He stuck a key in the ignition and then tore out of the parking lot.
"You don't have to do that. I can take care of myself." The car suddenly jerked to a stopped, sending shockwaves through my core.
"Ah!" I gasped. "Edward, please!"
"It is my job to take care of you, Isabella. Do you know why? Because you belong to me; you no longer belong to yourself. You have absolutely no say in what happens in your life. It is my job to take care of you." He repeated.
"Edward, please!" I reminded him of my problem. All this talk about belonging to him was REALLY taking a toll on me. I was going to cum if he didn't stop. I was hunched over, trying not to touch myself.
"Then don't question me again." He said, simply, starting back down the road. I spent the rest of the drive trying to calm myself.
When we finally got to my house, I practically jumped out of the car. I rushed up the stairs as fast I could, and, carefully this time, plopped down onto the bed. I turned to lie on my stomach, and I rested my head on my hands.
"What's the rush?"
"What do you think? I'm fucking horny." I groaned. I heard him swallow.
"Watch it, little girl. If you keep using language like that, I will fuck you. And you still wouldn't be able to come." He warned. "Now, strip."
Wednesday…
Today when I woke up, it was unbearable. I immediately begged Edward if we could stay home. While, I saw a battle in his eyes, he still stood firm on his ground about not missing school until Friday. This was the longest week I've ever been through and I desperately wished I had a time machine to skip the next two days.
I begrudgingly forced myself to get up and I trudged to the bathroom. I made my shower quick, not having the energy to even wash my hair. I got out and applied the body make-up as always, and then walked across the hall to my room to get clothes on. Edward pouted as I re-covered my body.
"You're too beautiful to cover up." He mumbled. I wanted to say "I wouldn't have to if we stayed home!", but decided against it.
...
"Come on, mio prezioso,"(My precious) Edward pulled me out of the car when we were parked. He then pulled me against him, bringing his lips to mine. He sucked my top lip lightly before pulling back slightly and then coming in for more. I felt his hand slide down slowly from the small of my back to my ass, squeezing roughly. I moaned in his mouth as his tongue pushed past my lips. I couldn't help but tangle my hands in his hair.
"Mmm, Edward," I moaned around his lips. "Don't torture me," I begged, even though I didn't want to stop.
He pulled away.
"But it's so fun," He joked softly. He leaned in, planted one last kiss on my pouting lips, and gave my ass a light squeeze before pulling away fully, grabbing my hand and leading the way.
People stared as we walked to class, some in fear, some were impressed, and some sneered. They probably remembered the encounter from yesterday. Edward glared at the males that stared, effectively causing them to shy away, even the jocks. I would have giggled, if doing so wouldn't send jolts down to my heat.
…
The day was a bit easier than the last because people for the most part stayed out of my way.
Edward's arm tightened around me when we entered the world history classroom.
"Do it, I dare you." He said menacingly under his breath. My eyebrows knitted together.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, squeezing his hand comfortingly.
"Nice ass!" I heard, and then saw someone's hand shoot out to touch it. Before the hand got halfway, it was stopped by a paler, smoother one. I finally found the owner of the hand, Mike.
"How fucking dare you, you son of a bitch!" Edward's voice gave me chills. Mike attempted to pull his hand away, but it was an empty effort. Edward had it in a vice-grip.
"Let go man!" He shouted.
"Never even think of touching her like that again. She is mine. You got that, little boy?" Edward checked, squeezing his hand so hard that I think I heard a crack.
"Let go, douche bag! Don't get so upset over some cunt." He grunted in pain. That must have done it. Edward let go of his hand, and then punched him in the stomach, then the crotch. Mike fell to the ground, holding both places.
"If you ever insult her like that again, you'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of your fucking worthless life." Edward spat. "Most likely dead," He muttered as he pulled me from the classroom. My lips were pursed from what Mike had said.
When we reached the car, Edward pressed me against it and then crushed his lips to mine.
"That bastard is going to die." He growled when we broke apart.
"Can I help?" I asked only half-joking.
"Most definitely," He answered. He took a deep breath and then pulled away from the car, taking me with him.
…
I cooked that night instead of Edward calling for food like he had been since my punishment started. He sat there, at the dining room table, enjoying the view of me cooking naked. The only thing he would allow me to wear was an apron to protect from the grease of the hamburgers. It didn't take long for me to prepare the meal of hamburgers and baked fries. I was done within 30 minutes. I sat the hamburgers in the microwave to keep them from losing heat so fast. I was about to remove the apron, when Edward interjected,
"Keep it on."
I removed my hands from the tied strap at my neck and raised an eyebrow at him. We suddenly heard the police cruiser. I felt hands under me and then looked around to find that we were in my room.
"Damn…I'm still not used to that." I whispered.
"Go on, get your clothes on." He said the words as if they were the filthiest words on the planet. I followed his forced order.
...
"This is good, Bells," Charlie appraised, taking a bite of his hamburger.
"It's just hamburger," I shrugged.
"Well, I burn water." Charlie compared.
"Yep, we all remember your famous charred pancakes." I chuckled. He smiled and took another bite of his burger.
"So…Bells…" He started. Oh no, what did he find out? "Some people have been seeing you around with a boy." He cut to the chase.
"Oh…that's my boyfriend." I answered simply. It felt weird saying "boyfriend" when I knew it was a lot deeper than that.
"Boyfriend?" I heard him gasp.
"Yeah…" I said slowly.
"You've only been going to school for a month, Bella," Charlie tried to understand.
"And?"
"You already have a boyfriend?"
"Yep, ever since the first day of school," I told him the truth. His eyebrows shot up and he took another bite of his burger.
"Jeez, Bells."
"Yep, he's awesome." I smiled.
"You guys aren't, uh, you know…" He insinuated.
"Why? Is there something wrong with that? I'm almost eighteen, dad." I stressed.
"You're too young to be doing those things, Bella," He said a bit angrily, but I knew it was the father and police chief side of him coming out.
"I'm. Almost. Eighteen." I emphasized each word. "In almost a week, I'll be a legalized adult."
"Well, I want to meet him." He said.
"Alright…I'll bring him over this weekend." I shrugged.
…
"Ugh," I groaned as I climbed the stairs. I guess Charlie knew now. Edward was lying on my bed when I got there. He had his arms open for me to come over. I smiled lazily and laid down beside him, his arms embraced me.
"Hmm, we're going to have to do something special for your birthday." He murmured. As I felt wetness coat my thighs once again, I said,
"Please tell me is has something to do with both of us being naked and writhing." I begged. He chuckled.
"I think there will be plenty of that," He pulled me closer, allowing me to feel his erection. He put his lips to my ear.
"Now come on, baby, you have a job to do," He emphasized by thrusting his hard-on into my stomach again.
Mmm, dessert.
Hey, guys! I hope I lived up to your expectations. The next few chapters will be pretty lemony. The big reveal will be happening soon, so keep your pants on! So what do you think they should do for Bella's birthday? What do you think some of her presents should be? Tell in your REVIEW!