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Chapter 3

I carefully pull the covers back so I can ogle her smoking body before I wake her up. She's a little on the skinny side, but damn if she doesn't have a perfect ass. My shirt has ridden up on her, and I can see that bare ass. Thank God, I said no panties. I want the t-shirt off too, but the shower will take care of that.

I want to gently shake her awake. However, she's got to know that I'm in charge. Once she knows who has all the authority here then maybe I can be a little nicer.

"Wake up!" I exclaim as I give her delectable ass a little slap.

She quickly sits up and scoots all the way back against the headboard. She starts her shaking again. I really wish that would stop. I guess it will take time though. I just want it to be sooner rather than later.

"Now let me explain something to you." She looks at me with fearful eyes while I speak.

"First of all, I want you to understand that I expect an answer when I ask you a question. Is that clear?" I look at her expectantly.

"Y..ye…yes sir." She answers in a trembled whisper.

"Second of all, I expect you to do as I tell you to do. If I want you to do something for me then I expect you to do it immediately. No questions asked. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." She says and looks down. I can't have that. I grab her chin and raise her face up to look into my own.

"I expect you to look at me when I am talking to you, and when you are answering me. Do not look away from me. I want your eyes on me when we are speaking. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir." She answers and does manage to keep eye contact this time although a big, fat tear is running down her cheek.

"There is no need to cry Isabella. Have I hurt you?" I didn't give her a chance to answer this time. "No, I haven't, and I don't intend to unless it's absolutely necessary. The only reason it would be necessary is if you don't do as you're told. If you behave and obey me then you won't have any problems."

"Now, get up and take off your shirt, because we are taking a shower." Her eyes grow wide as she takes in what I've said.

"Chop chop, Isabella. We have a lot to do today."

I wait for her to get up, but she just continues to keep her back up against the backboard. She is trembling so much that you would think we were experiencing an earthquake.

I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to calm myself down. She's not moving fast enough, but I feel it may be too soon to punish her. So, I quickly step over to where she's sitting and grab her arm, pull her up and practically drag her into the bathroom with me.

Once we are in the bathroom I turn her towards me and lift her up and place her on the vanity counter. I lean in to where my arms are on both sides of her. I look directly into the shaking girl's eyes.

"When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it immediately and without hesitation." My hardened expression leaves no doubt to my seriousness.

I slowly remove my arms and cross them in front of my chest never taking my eyes off of hers. "Now remove your t-shirt." I tell her expectantly.

Her sobs are surprisingly quiet, but the tears continue to fall. However, she doesn't hesitate this time and quickly pulls off the t-shirt obviously fearing my reaction if she fails.

I have to remind myself how young Isabella is. I may be only twenty three, but it can seem like a lot to someone seven years your junior. Maybe that can work to my advantage. A sixteen year old will be less likely to fight or argue with you then say a twenty year old.

After the shirt is off of her, she quickly covers her breasts with her arms by putting them across her chest.

"No, no Isabella. Arms by your side. If I want to see your body, you will show it to me anytime I want."

"Do I have to do this?" She asks and my eyes harden, and then she quickly continues. "I mean, I've never showered with anyone or actually have anyone see me naked until all this happened to me."

That quickly got my attention. I didn't even think about others putting their hands on my property. I guess they would have seen her naked to check out the merchandise, so to speak.

"Has anyone touched your body?" I know she knows what I mean because I can tell by the look on her face.

"Y …ye..yes, but I didn't want them to. Please believe me. I didn't want him to touch me." She cries.

"Who? Aro?" I hope he was the only one. I don't even like to think of him touching her.

"Yes."

"Where did he touch you?" I ask quite upset now.

"Everywhere." She answers and begins sobbing.

I can't help it; I punch the wall so hard that I leave a hole in it. Damn!

I can tell my actions scare the shit out of her. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose once again trying to calm myself before I answer her.

"Isabella, it's ok. I know it's not your fault. I'm not angry with you. I know that there's nothing I could have done to stop it. From now on, I will be the only one to touch you. I will allow no man to put his hands on you. Do you understand?" Not only do I want her to know that she will be safe from another man's touch, but I need her to understand that I will be the only man in her life now.

"Let's talk no more of this. I would rather we take our shower now." And I would. I am ready to see the water droplets roll off her sweet little body.

I undress and start the shower. I notice Isabella's urges to cover herself, but all it takes is one stern look from me and she relents.

I hold my hand out expectantly and actually smile at her as she immediately puts her hand in mine. She is learning.

I have her get under the shower spray first and watch her hair darken from the water. I've also noticed she keeps averting her eyes from my body. My girl is afraid to look. That will change soon enough.

I have her turn her back to me. I begin to shampoo her hair. I shouldn't have to do this. Strangely, I want to. When she turns back to rinse the shampoo out, I can't help but take in a breath at the sight before me. Seeing her leaning back rinsing her hair with her pert tits pressed out in front of me is quite breathtaking.

Instead of using a sponge, I put some bodywash on my hands and started cleaning Isabella's luscious body. I start at her collarbones and make my way down her arms. I put more soap on my hands and this time I start at her ankles and make my way up stopping at her thighs. Yes, I saved all the best parts for last.

There is an intake of her breath and then she begins silently sobbing as I put my hands on her breasts. I squeeze and massage them, and then my fingers glide over her nipples. Damn, I just want to suck on them but I refrain.

I make my way down to her flat stomach and then move my hands up and down her back, finally stopping on her ass. Isabella has one fine ass. I greedily get my feel. Soon my hands are going around to her front where I really want them.

"Please, please don't." She begs me.

"Yes, I am. Now be quiet." I tell her sternly.

Yes, her sobbing and begging is quite disconcerting, but I can't let her think she gets to me. That would be like letting her know she has power, which she doesn't.

I have her back leaning against my front as I take both my hands and begin stroking her lovely pussy. Oh God, it's so warm.

I let one finger slowly wander in and she begins sobbing almost uncontrollably now. It really is a mood killer.

"Isabella, you are going to have to learn to control yourself. Luckily for you, I'm done cleaning you. Now it's your turn to clean me."

I don't complain when she grabs the sponge instead of using her hands. That will change soon enough. She makes quick work of washing me all over yet she ignores one place she certainly shouldn't.

Guess which?

I allow her this one concession because I have something planned for her that I intend to put in place tonight.

Soon we dry off and we walk back into the bedroom. It's now that I realize I have no clothes for her.

I quickly put on my boxers and a t-shirt and toss one to Isabella.

I didn't want to involve them this soon, but I will need to call Jasper. I need to see if he can get Alice to get some clothes together for Isabella. I am just not ready for this conversation, but I see I have no choice.

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This is a little harder than Edward thought it would be, but whose gonna feel sorry for him? I would like to thank all who have reviewed. I have read and appreciated every one of them. Some people would like to know if the story is going to be all in Edward's point of view. For now I plan on keeping it in Edward's point of view but that may change, so I can't give a definite answer on that right now. Thanks to all that are reading and if you have the time please leave me a review and let me know what you think. I have to say they are most encouraging.