Chapter 11

*Alright, this chapter has some slightly dark lemons, and next chapter will be even more black lemons. You've been warned. Don't cry to me later…lol*

I knew that Jake would not give up easily on me, especially after I told him Edward was with me. He was smart enough not to come chasing after me that night when I told him to stay away.

Part of me wished he had come charging in like a white knight, especially when my head was underwater, but Jake would not have won the fight. As much as I hated it, I decided to let Jacob go. I still loved him, but I belonged to Edward. I couldn't deny that. I went into the mode of "good girl" for Edward, determined not to mess up and anger him, hoping that would bring MY Edward back to me for good.

Maybe if the pain of Jacob was removed, or healed, everything would be alright. This is the only plan I had to try and fix Edward. I searched online under every abuse website, I even tried to recall things Charlie had told me about abusive relationships. I was way out of my league here. I wanted to ask a psychiatrist for advice, but I was afraid of Edward finding out. And I was afraid to ask him.

I brought wonderful grades home to Edward and I was very rewarded. Once, when I got a 96 on a difficult exam, I got to make out with Edward on the sofa for 45 minutes and then he followed that with an amazing massage. He never crossed the line into real sex, yes, he was sensual and touched me all the time, but he never pushed me. It was like the old days when Edward would not consider intercourse in fear of harming me.

I missed Jake…and then…sometimes I didn't. I began to feel like there was something wrong with me. I couldn't make up my mind and stick to it, to be faithful to one man. I felt bad…guilty…wrong. But when I behaved and performed as Edward liked, I was praised and celebrated…I wanted that feeling more and more as time passed. I didn't want to risk losing it and making Edward angry with me again.

I was walking a tightrope…desperate not to fall.

The police never located any clues or leads to find Charlie. They checked in with me all the time to let me know what was going on. They always apologized, saying Charlie deserved better. They said they were still trying…and that they wouldn't give up.

Weeks had passed and there had never been a peek at Good Edward. I knew I was still with "bad" Edward. But I didn't consider him bad anymore. He was strict…and tough…but he cared for me. He doted on me and never let me feel neglected. He dedicated every minute of his life to me.

Thanksgiving came and I thought I'd be sad with no real family around. But Edward turned a family holiday into a romantic little evening, complete with turkey and all the trimmings. Candles…a violinist playing just for us…my homey little kitchen never looked finer.

Since the sink incident, nothing bad had happened between us. Edward told me that he was proud of me for trying so hard, for having faith in him again. He told me he loved me….and that he was glad HIS Bella was back. I cried, so happy to hear those words. And he held me and kissed me. I clung to him, never wanting to let go.

Jake stopped calling and that hurt me, even though I had no right to expect him to keep chasing me. As far as he knew, I had kinda dumped him for Edward. He should have hated me. I hated me.

Edward had once broke up with me and left town, trying to protect me from his world.

Now I understood that. I was doing it now to Jake. It was hard as hell and I sympathized with Edward for what he had tried to do for me.

Edward seemed to be pleased with me but I didn't feel worthy of that. I felt like I was acting when I was "being good". I knew sooner or later, I'd screw up and show him my flaws. I would let him down. And THIS Edward, you don't let down.

Where is my Edward? Is he alright ?

It was December and Forks became a winter wonderland. Edward loved the snow. He looked like a sexy Jack Frost while playing in it, that fire red hair in the glowing white world.

I could hardly take my eyes off him and that made me an open target while we had snowball fights. He never hit me in the face and for that I was entirely grateful.

He cheated, always too fast to be caught by my slow balls. I didn't care. He was a teenager in those moments and I loved seeing him this way.

"Come here, snow angel.", he took me by my blue mitten and kissed it. The snow was gently falling around us. We were the only fools outside in the street at the moment.

He started slow dancing with me right in the middle of the empty street in front of my house. I couldn't help but be seduced.

We were nose to nose and he closed his eyes, nuzzling me.

"Are you cold, my love?", he asked quietly, concerned about me.

"No.", I said honestly, "I guess I should be, but I'm not."

"Good.", he kissed my nose, twirling me around as I giggled like a child. He brought me back to him and I was warmer than before.

"I thought you hated cold, wet things…", he reminded, placing a small kiss on my lips.

"And I'm dancing.", I pointed out.

"Yes.", he looked so happy, "I'm glad to see you have…expanded your horizons."

I didn't know what to say to that. It sounded like a compliment.

"I love you.", he said, kissing me again…more passionately than before.

"Well…this is CUTE!", a voice said a distance away.

We turned…and there was Jacob, scowling at us.

"Jake.", I frowned, feeling ashamed of myself at once. I moved away from Edward, looking down at my boots. Edward narrowed his eyes at me and that killed me. Then he turned his attention to Jacob.

Walking up to Jacob fast, Edward scared me.

I chased after him, grabbing his arm, saying, "No, Edward, don't!"

He shoved me away and I fell on my ass. Thank God there was lots of soft snow to land on.

"What are you doing here, Black?", Edward sneered, so close to him now, "Fancy another haircut?"

Jake's hair was hidden under a black knit hat but I was sure it was grown in a bit, but still short.

"I came here to see my girl.", Jake said as I got up to where they were facing off.

"MY girl.", Edward growled, "She was NEVER…yours."

"Please don't fight!" I tried to interject.

"SHUT UP!", they both yelled at me.

Well…damn.

"I just want to talk to Bella.", Jake informed coldly.

"Well, tough.", Edward crossed his arms, "No one talks to Bella without my permission."

Huh?

"Is that right, Bella?", Jake looked at me, his eyes like a stranger's.

Edward looked at me, waiting, his mouth a hard line.

I had enough trouble. I didn't want Jake getting hurt, which he was so close to right now.

I looked down and gave a nod, not speaking to him.

And Edward laughed.

"You, see, Black.", Edward said smugly, his nose in the air, "Bella has always been mine. You can try to steal a watch but that doesn't make it YOURS. Now scurry away like a good little pup."

Edward turned and grabbed me by the arm, taking me with him. Jacob didn't like that.

"Get your fucking hands off HER !", Jake shouted and grabbed Edward by the shoulder.

Edward spun around, with the grace of a ninja, and punched Jacob right in the nose.

Jake went flying and I screamed, fearing him dead. A vampire punch in the face should have killed him.

I ran to him as he laid on his back, not moving.

"Jake !", I screamed, looking at him, afraid to touch or move him at all, "Jake, are you alright?"

I was afraid to look at Edward behind me. I knew I was fucked but I was more concerned about Jake right now.

"No, please!", I begged God as I saw Jake's nose turn purple and swell right before my eyes.

"JAKE !", I shook his arm, "WAKE UP, come on ! Open your eyes!"

And he did !

He looked at me…and for a second, smiled at me. I was smiling at him, glad he was alive.

"He hits like a girl.", Jake said, his confident smirk lit up like the sun.

"Can you get up?", I asked, gently taking his arm, ready to help.

"No problem.", he began to sit up and I was so relieved.

He was on both feet but his nose looked broken. I knew Edward could've done much worse damage than this.

"Here.", I scooped up some snow and balled it, "Put this on your nose, it's all swollen!"

"Your boy is pretty pissed off there.", he muttered to me, thinking Edward couldn't hear us…a distance away.

"You provoked him." I said, "Why did you grab him?"

"HE GRABBED YOU !", he yelled to me, his eyes confused and worried.

"Tell me the truth, Bella.", Jake took both my arms into his hands, "Do you WANT to be with this guy ? Or are you being forced?"

"I'm not being forced to do anything !" I cried.

"Bella, you're afraid, I can see it!", he realized.

"No, I'm not.", I lied, tears coming to my eyes, "I want to be with Edward. We worked things out. He was here for me when no one else was."

I knew this was wrong. I remember Edward telling me he had to lie and be cruel to dump me when he did, to do what was right for me. I found myself in that position now.

"Bella,", he took my hand and pulled me behind him, "Come on, come with me. He can't MAKE you love him."

I wondered where Edward was. I knew he was behind us, standing there, watching. He wanted to see me handle this myself. Was I making him mad ? Would I be hurt tonight?

"I DO LOVE HIM !", I yelled, pulling away, "Go home, Jake ! It's OVER ! I don't want you anymore! I never did!"

I ran away from him and right to Edward. I heard Jake saying, "I know you're in trouble, Bella! I'm not going away !"

"Can we go inside now?" I asked, hugging Edward tight to me, not daring to look at his face.

"We certainly can.", he answered with no bitterness.

He walked me to the house and opened the door for me. I was inside and taking off my hat when Edward closed the door, not bothering to lock it. I peeked out the window.

Jake was standing there, right in the street, arms crossed, not leaving.

Edward helped me get out of my coat and gloves. I knew I was in deep shit. I was just waiting for him to say it.

But he didn't say a word.

He walked away from me, silent, and went to the kitchen. I heard cabinets opening and closing, with an attitude. I heard a pan hit the stove with a big BOOM !

I came to the doorway, afraid.

He looked like he was starting to make dinner and he wouldn't even acknowledge my presence.

Slamming things around with every move, it hurt me to see that the love and approval he had for me only minutes ago…vanished.

I felt like a child. And I was about to prove it.

"Are you mad at me?", I whimpered, hating myself.

Edward huffed, ignoring me.

"I was just scared…you hit him so hard.", I said in my pathetic voice.

"Bella", he didn't turn to look at me while he withdrew a large knife from the wooden block and began chopping vegetables, "Get away from me. Now."

I let out a little sob and ran up to my room, throwing myself face first into my bed.

He didn't look at me or speak to me for a week after that. But he was always there, acting like I didn't exist. To me, that was worse than if he had hit me. Every night I tried to talk to him, crying, to get a reaction…but he was too good at acting like he was completely alone, sitting on my sofa, reading or doing some other household task.

Edward always knew what to do to make me feel like the guilty one, the wrong one, the one who always begged him for forgiveness. He played me like a master, knowing when to push…and when to deny me…when to shout…and when to caress. It didn't take long for him to make me his in every sense of the word.

He kept asking me to move in with him at his place. I kept expressing my need to stay here in case Charlie was found or came home. I felt like leaving here meant I was giving up on him…and I couldn't do that.

Then, one night, after we came home from a New Year's Eve party, we found the house on fire ! It was totally consumed, the firemen told us. Nothing was left. The entire house was gone.

Everything I ever owned…gone. The last place I lived with Charlie…even my faithful old truck was a casualty.

Edward held me as I cried, and was so sweet to me. The firemen spoke to him, more than to me, telling him an investigation would be done to see what started the blaze. Edward gave him his home phone number, along with cell phone numbers.

Then, the next thing I knew, I was being carried out of Edward's Volvo and into the Cullen mansion, his lips kissing my head as I cried, exhausted.

I dreamed of being in Edward's arms now…if he would come and get me out of this cold, wet fucking hole and save me, I would trade my soul to the Devil.

"Edward, please come…", I croaked out, hoarse…my voice gone with all the screaming I'd done.

I was silent now…nothing left. I was laying on the floor of the hole, eyes almost closed from total exhaustion, fighting the urge to sleep.

I closed my eyes…a tear falling out of my left eye. I pictured Edward lying beside me, like when we were in bed together, smiling down at me with so much love…so much adoration. Would I ever see him again?

When I opened my eyes again, it was light, the dark gone! I had missed the sunrise this time and had no clue what time it was now.

I heard a car door slam closed outside. My body was slow to respond like my mind wanted to – to jump up and stare up, waiting for my God to appear.

Trying to sit up, I was dizzy and weak. My throat felt bone dry and I wondered how long I went without water since the storm ended Saturday.

I felt around, like a drunk, so disoriented, I was on all fours, trying to crawl.

"Ed-", I really had no voice at all left, but I tried to gasp it anyway, "Edward…"

Am I dieing ?

I coughed and it hurt like hell but still I looked up, searching for him.

He stepped up to the edge and looked down at me, a superior look on his hauntingly beautiful face.

He wore jeans and a long sleeved white shirt, looking so pristine and ready to be on the cover of GQ. And I was wet and filthy and mute, deep in a black hole.

"Jesus, Bella," he frowned, "You look like HELL."

I wasn't sure I could get to my feet now but I hissed out, trying to speak, tears spilling out of my eyes when I could no longer plead with him.

Putting a hand to my throat, I gagged and choked again.

"Have you an answer for me, Bella?", he looked bored up there.

I nodded and tried to stand up but I was just clawing into the mud wall again.

"And?", he asked, looking away, over the grounds around him.

"YES!", I squeaked out as loud as I could. It sounded sickly and weak.

"Looking at you now, I'm not sure I WANT you anymore.", he stuck the knife right into my heart.

I was crying…and it was hurting my chest more. If he left me again, I would die. I knew that.

I tried to say the word three times before a whisper of it got out.

"Please?"

I wanted to say so much more…but my voice went hours ago. I remembered some of my sign language and made the signs for "I love you.", putting my fist to my chest, then crossing my hands over my heart and pointing a shivering finger up to him as he watched me.

And his eyes were still so cruel. All I could do was wait.

He reached over next to him and took something into his hand. It was the shovel! He stuck it into the pile of dirt beside him and smiled down at me, about to throw it in.

I put a hand up, sobbing in voiceless gasps as I waited for the dirt to land on me. It was happening. He was going to bury me now.

"Just kidding.", he said from above and stuck the shovel in the ground out there.

I saw a shadow and then heard a large SQUISH sound next to me.

His breathing and voice were close…I turned the other way and he was standing in here with me now!

"God, this IS scary, being down here.", he commented as he lifted my body up into his arms, not caring about the mud all over me.

I sobbed like a baby, clinging to his neck with a death grip, covering every inch of him I could reach with dirty, cold kisses.

He gave a little laugh, saying, "You missed me, huh?"

I cried harder, shaking all over and clutching him tighter to me.

"Alright, baby", he said in my ear, "Let's go home."

He leapt up straight into the air as if he had wings and landed on the ground outside the hole. I let out a wail, so relieved to be out, that birds flew out of the trees around us.

"Shhhh…", he carried me, "I've got you. Everything's going to be alright."

I blubbered without care of the noise I was making. Edward didn't worry about it, either, he seemed to know we were all alone.

I lost track of where we were going, I wasn't paying attention to that. But then he sat me on the ground and tried to move away.

Anguished cries came out of me, grunts of fear as I clutched onto his once white shirt.

What was he doing ? Why was he trying to put me down and leave me?

"Calm down, CALM!" his face turned serious again and I tried to quiet down.

"Let go of me, Bella.", he frowned at me.

I did and he stood up, going over to a sprinkler that kept the grass alive. He unscrewed the sprinkler part and had the hose on its own now.

Then he came back to me and began removing my sneakers, then my socks.

"Ugh!", he winced, "You're FILTHY !"

I just blinked, new tears mixing with the dirt on my face as he undid my damp jeans, pulling them off my legs. I was too out of it to care now, but I thought he was going to take my virginity right here in the middle of the cemetery! I gasped, trying to calm my crying as he pulled off my panties too.

"Disgusting.", he said to himself as he removed my shirt…then bra. I was already so cold and now I was really freezing. I didn't even seem to care about being outside nude, maybe a chance of someone seeing me. My brain didn't register that, it was too busy with other problems now.

My teeth chattered again as Edward got the hose and stood over me, turning it on.

"My dirty girl.", he grinned as the ice water rained down over me, "If you think you're getting in my car like this, you are SADLY mistaken."

I screamed out, feeling water in my mouth, spitting it out instantly, coughing. The water was shockingly frigid and I just put my arms around my body, quaking.

"Don't just sit there, wash yourself off!", he ordered as the mudwater ran down my face, the hose water pointed at my head.

I put my hands up to my hair and tried my best to pull my hair back, digging the soil out with my fingernails.

"That's my girl.", Edward commented, coming about me with the hose, spraying my breasts then down my stomach into my crotch. Instinctively, I closed my legs but that angered Edward.

"Open your legs!", he demanded with a tone of dominance while he sprayed the water there for a decent amount of time.

"Those legs are never closed to me again.", he informed, then he brought the nozzle to my face. I choked on the water, my eyes had mud in them now.

"Wash your face.", he said, sounding amused. I wiped every inch of my face and cried out, hardly able to stand the temperature of the water for another second.

"Good girl.", he approved, and the water turned off.

He came back and picked me up, and we were nearing the silver Volvo a few feet away.

He opened the passenger door and moved the front seat up. I saw in the back there was a large fleece blanket spread out on the seat.

"Yes, lay down there.", he placed me inside and I let out a satisfied groan. The blanket was so warm, almost heated.

"That's right.", he smiled at me and then another blanket just like it was being placed on top of me, even warmer than the one I laid on.

"UGGGHHHHH!", I sobbed, cocooned inside, clutching it against me as I shook harder.

"My poor baby.", he leaned in and kissed my forehead, "We'll be home in a few minutes, I promise."

The car door closed and Edward was in the driver's seat in a flash. We were moving fast and classical music played. All I could do was shiver and cry…and thank God.

"Hang in there, sweetheart.", Edward tried to soothe me from his seat, "Two minutes."

I think I closed my eyes, enjoying the heat. Then I was awakened by Edward lifting me out of the car, the blankets still around my body.

"Edward…Edward…", I kept whispering, clinging for dear life…my savior…my angel.

Once in Edward's bedroom, I felt safe. He laid me down and gently peeled the blanket off my body.

"It's okay.", he said softly to me, "I have the heat turned to 85 degrees. You won't be cold."

I did feel very warm even without the blanket, nude. He dressed me carefully, in my softest, warmest pajamas. He put my soft socks on my feet and towel dried my hair with the utmost gentility.

He tucked me into his bed and laid about five blankets over me, my arms underneath. I didn't say much at first and just wept while he cared for me. He fed me some warm chicken soup and gave me a medical examination, just to be sure I was alright. All my vital signs seemed fine according to Dr. Edward and I finally felt myself start to relax a bit.

"Edward…", I could now speak in a little voice just above a whisper.

"Yes, love?", he was easing me onto my back now, taking away the pillows that had propped me up before.

"I'm sorry.", I heard myself saying, "I'm sorry…"

"Shhh…", Edward carefully turned me so I was laying to my side, facing him.

"It's over.", he said with a caring voice, "I want you to go to sleep now."

"I love you…Edward…I love you…", I said weakly, tears in my eyes.

"I love YOU Bella.", he came in and kissed my forehead, a deep, long kiss.

"Please don't leave me…", I shivered again, in fear, not due to cold, "Stay with me…"

"I will.", he looked into my eyes, his full of sorrow, like he was really sorry for leaving me in that grave.

He sat on the bed with me and reached over to turn the lamp off. It was daytime but it was another gray day and the blinds were all drawn so in my mind, it went dark.

"NO!", I screamed, my voice straining, "TURN IT ON, TURN IT ON!"

Edward jumped, surprised by this outburst. He immediately switched the lights back on.

I was crying and Edward looked at me in wonder.

"The dark.", he realized as he stared down into my face, his hand caressing my cheek, "Right?"

I nodded, shaking.

"Alright, Bella, the lights will stay on I swear.", he said cautiously, "I'm sorry."

"Don't turn them off…please?", I pleaded.

"I won't Bella, I won't…", he looked super concerned and sad now.

I got my right hand out from under the covers and clutched his hand in mine, tight.

I would not be able to sleep unless I knew he was with me every second.

"I'm here, Bella.", he assured me with the most angelic voice ever.

It took me awhile to relax again. I kept thinking Edward would take me up on his demand for sex but he didn't make any moves towards that right now.

"What's the matter, beautiful?", he saw I was stressing about something.

"You said…", I began…then started again, "Do you really NOT…want me?"

He shook his head a half turn and let out a breath.

"How can you really think that?", he asked, upset with himself it appeared.

"You said.."

"When you are better, when you're rested and able to speak in full sentences…", he said, "Then we will make love. Not before. We will BOTH get hours and hours of pleasure from it. It shouldn't be more than a couple of days. Can you wait that long?"

He smiled.

I nodded, my voice gone again and my throat burning a bit. I smiled back at him and felt my eyes getting heavier…I tried to fight it…wanting to keep looking at that lovely porcelain face.

He watched me with a pleasant look on his face as my eyes kept closing and opening…then I drifted and my eyes finally gave in and stayed closed, the hands of sleep caressing me.

If only my dreams were not so frightening.

Edward was there, crying, with tears, begging me.

"Please don't, Bella.", he sobbed, "Don't sleep with him! You need to wait for me, I'll find a way to come to you and then you HAVE to KILL me! You don't have to do this!"

Then I saw Charlie…in his police uniform, on the side of the highway where his cruiser was found.

He pointed out into the woods about a hundred feet away from where he stood.

I've had this dream before but I never had the chance or the guts to follow up on it.

Charlie pointed and looked at me, his eyes concerned and anxious.

"Dad!", I called to him as he faded away. I tried to run to him and reach him, but my legs wouldn't move.

When I did get to move in my dream, I walked and the scene turned into the Cullen's kitchen. Esme was there, smiling, putting water into a vase, a bouquet of wildflowers on the counter at her side.

Edward walked up behind her, smiling, as if he were glad to see her.

"Just the one I wanted to see.", Esme smiled as she turned towards him, then back to her vase, "Did you ever ask-"

And then Edward attacked! He grabbed both sides of her face from behind and spun her heard around in one agonizing circle, a terrible scraping sound stabbing my ears, along with her scream, that ended as soon as it began.

I wanted to jump awake right then but someone grabbed my hand. Turning to look, I saw Jacob, covered with blood and stab wounds, his face disfigured from the open wounds there. His eyes were gone out of their sockets and I screamed out in a HOWL as he said, "Do whatever you have to do to get away from him, Bella. He's gonna kill you."

I was sitting up, heaving breaths in and out, feeling dizzy and paranoid.

"Bella!", Edward's voice was right there in my ear and I realized he was holding me tight, "Bella, shhh….shhhhh….it's just a dream, it's okay. I'm here. I'm with you."

I was crying, not sure which was real and which was the nightmare.

"Oh, baby…", he sounded so sad and regretful as he held the back of my head, "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…"

He spent every minute calming me down, taking care of me, and assuring me I would be alright. I missed school. He kept me in bed all the time, only letting me out when it was time for a nice hot bubble bath. He was always with me, he even washed me and shampooed my hair. Those couple days had gone by fast. I knew the day was coming that Edward would want me.

Part of me wanted that…and then a lot of me didn't and was afraid. The dreams never stopped, they just got more and more detailed and the messages became stronger and stronger.

I knew Charlie was trying to show me where his body was but I didn't want to face that.

I kept seeing Edward, destroying each member of his family. Jacob kept warning me to find a way out before it was too late.

Soon, I didn't sleep at all. I was afraid to. Edward didn't like it that I stayed up watching TV until 4am most nights. He even took the TV out of the house but that didn't make a difference. I would just lay awake, the light on every night all night.

I kept waiting for Edward to mention our deal. Then, one morning as I finished getting dressed for the day, he did.

"You look so much better, my love.", he observed as I brushed my hair.

"Thanks.", I felt myself blush while he moved his hand over the back of my head, touching the smooth hair.

"Do you FEEL better?", he asked, truly concerned, his eyes looking at mine in the reflection of the mirror.

I swallowed.

"Yes.", I said simply, my voice fully restored now.

He smiled.

"Good.", he touched my shoulders with both hands, giving a slight massage as I closed my eyes, unable to move. Would he do it now?

He nuzzled his mouth into my neck, moving the hair aside as he closed and opened his cool lips over the sensitive flesh there.

I felt his tongue and I gasped, feeling my body stiffen and my fists clench.

"It's alright.", he whispered with need into my ear, his tongue moving along the rim, "Don't be afraid. It's ME. You can trust me."

I let out a breath and his hands moved to my wrists, gently shaking my fists loose.

"Relax, love.", he suggested quietly, moving my hands until they were behind my back.

"Keep them there a minute.", he said in a deep voice, and from behind me, his hands moved up my legs…hungrily…then up under my blouse, his fingers tensely clawing along my ribs, clutching my bra but not ripping it.

"Uhhhh…", I heard myself moan as he explored my breasts, not damaging my bra.

Then he moved his hands down over my torso, along my stomach, and slipped them into my cotton yoga pants, easily they stretched to allow him inside.

I gasped a little loudly as both his hands fingered my vagina over the panties. He grabbed, squeezed…dug his nails in a bit. It felt so good and so wrong at the same time.

I let my head fall back on his shoulder, weak already as his ragged breathing sang into my ear.

He leaned his face against mine and I saw his eyes close, enjoying this as much as I was.

I kept my hands behind my back, as if they were tied up and that aroused me too.

Little whimpers were coming out of me as he worked his fingers up and down my inner thighs…then up and down my covered clit, the panties rubbing against it just made it rougher and feel hotter.

His hands withdrew and I almost pouted. I felt him unbuttoning my blouse…the first couple of buttons and I clutched both of my own hands, loving the feeling of them being "bound" and useless. I turned my head towards his neck and felt myself licking and biting.

"Oh, you little slut…", he purred in approval and ripped the rest of my blouse open with both hands. It was yanked off my arms and I immediately folded them behind my back, his slave.

I kept mewing, liking the way it all felt as he clutched my breasts, still inside my bra. He pushed them together and groaned out loud, then yanked my bra down, his teeth bit down on each strap on my shoulders, allowing the bra to rest at my waist as I peeked at my half naked reflection in the mirror before us.

"Yes", he breathed, "Watch yourself. Watch me play with you."

I let out a deep breath of want, opening my eyes and obeying him, watching his hands as they cupped my bare breasts, my skin so white, like his almost. My pink nipples stared back at me as his long, thin fingers went into his mouth, then came to rub around the areola in very wet circles.

"OHHH !", I felt my eyes widen as the sensation bowled me over. Then I focused again as he pinched the nipples, not too hard, just enough to make me wince a bit…and hiss out.

"Ohhh God, yes!", he said as watched me in the mirror as my back arched up, resting entirely on him behind me. I was on tip toes as he pulled my nipples upward, his eyes watching me so closely, loving my desire and obedience.

"I want you now !", he announced, and I felt my yoga pants being ripped apart all over, the cloth making a beautiful tearing sound as it was pulled off my trembling legs.

I screamed out, in ecstasy, loving the way it felt for him to want me this badly, tearing my clothes off like a savage. The Edward I always knew was so in control.

The panties went, too, with one quick rip.

"Edward !", I growled, in heat.

"Shhh.", he gritted thru his teeth and yanked my hair back, stuffing my torn panties into my mouth, "You can make all the noise you want…but no talking. Keep those in your mouth or I'll punish you."

Oh God, I am so fucking HOT right now ! Why does the cruelty turn me on so damn much?

"Bend over.", he shoved me down a bit until I was staring at my painted red toes. I would have tipped over, my hands still pinned behind me, if he didn't steady me by clutching my ass cheeks. Then he held my wrists, my whole upper half pointed down, my long hair hanging upside down all around my face.

"Don't fall.", he ordered as he shoved my feet further apart, my legs spread wide open. He held my hands possessively and I felt his lips and teeth on the spot right above the crack of my ass.

"MMMM", I muffled a cry through the cotton, clamping my teeth down into the damp panties so I couldn't lose them accidentally. They filled all of my mouth and a little bit of them stuck out.

"Don't worry, I'll take you again and again today.", he informed, "But this is how I want you FIRST."

And he plunged himself inside of me, entirely all the way in, a long, slow but deep stroke.

I felt a shot of pain and I screamed out loud, muffled and unable to form words.

"Relax!", he stayed still once he was inside me as I felt myself cry a little, "Relax…the first time is a little painful. It will pass."

I whimpered, trying to forget the pain. He stroked a finger gently along my clit and that felt very good.

"Shhh baby girl.", he cooed, "I'm here. I know you trust me."

"Don't move.", he said, "I'll be gentle this time."

And I closed my eyes as he began to move in and out…slowly at first, his voice moaning and growling in satisfaction as he took me.

"Ohhh Bella…", he whispered, "Better than I dreamed it…oh YES!"

I had stopped crying as time passed. It wasn't hurting so much anymore and the sounds of him, so pleased by me, made things more intense.

I even felt myself moving back up against him as his thrusts became a little harder and quicker.

"Oh Jesus !", he moaned loudly as I tried my best to participate, what with my position not being that steady for me to move much.

"BELLA!", he cried out.

I was making my own loud noises, screaming through the now soaked underwear in my mouth as his pace became fast and furious.

The sound of my ass cheeks slapping against his pelvis was turning me on so bad. And his cock slamming in and out of me was driving me to a place of pleasure I never knew could be so WILD!

I became a mute animal, grunting and growling as my owner rode me.

I didn't know what coming felt like, but I was sure I had. I forgot my own name and lost all sense of where I was. My body felt like it nearly died…then was jerking with lust.

"Good girl…good girl…", he panted, still fucking me mercilessly (although to him this was probably being gentle).

"Here I come, Bella.", he growled, "God, girl !"

And he held my ass to him tight as he screamed…and I felt hot liquid fill my pussy…and this was a wonderful sensation in my already tender vagina.

I yelled out again…liking the helpless sound of me crying out through the obstruction in my mouth.

I thought I heard Edward shout, "Fuck!" but I wasn't sure…I was out of my mind…loving it.

He panted and withdrew from me, still holding me in place. I stayed in position, afraid to earn his wrath now.

"Good.", he stroked my ass cheek. His voice sounded out of breath.

"You're so good.", he praised me, keeping me in place and moving his hands all over my ass, groping and stroking softly, then clutching roughly. I just enjoyed it all…making all the noises I could without speaking. He gave a couple of light slaps to my ass, but they weren't hard like the night he spanked me on the dining room table. He had been angry then.

"Love that pink blush in your ass…", he said gently, and started to finger my clit, they were warm and wet with the juices inside me. It was so sensitive there I screamed out, closing my eyes as he worked the little strip of skin so fast, it felt like a vibration. I bucked and struggled against my will as he held me, making me come again and again.

He kept being gentle with me at times, then rough and demanding at others.

"You sound like a happy little girl.", he sounded like he was smiling.

And for a second, I felt happy. And then Jacob's face popped into my head.

"Come with me.", he grabbed my forearms and pulled me up, still holding my hands behind my back, his captive toy.

I grunted through my cotton gag as he passed the bed, leaving it behind. We were leaving the room as he said, "I'm not done with you yet. It may take DAYS for me to tire of you."

**More lemony goodness on the way…next chapter…well…dark lemons. Evilward is only getting warmed up.**

Love Winnd

PS The move Edward just did with Bella is called Prison Guard. LOVE IT !

See u soon !

PSS No, Evilward doesn't DO condoms…he he he !