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Where She Belongs

Chapter 5

As we are walking over to the bed, there is a loud knock on the door. "Your meals, Mr. Cullen." My butler Thomas says.

Fucking cock blocked!

I huff and go open the door taking a look back at what appears to be a relieved Isabella standing by the bed. Well honey, enjoy it while you can because soon enough those luscious lips of yours will be wrapped around my cock.

Thomas pushes the cart with our meal and begins setting it up on the large coffee table.

"Come Isabella and have a seat. Let's eat our meal before we begin." I motion towards the sofa. My words seem to sink in and on que you can see the nerves roll out in waves across her face.

Thomas has brought a fulfilling looking meal of roasted chicken, vegetables, and rice. That's good; my girl is going to need her energy.

Before he leaves, I stop him. "Thomas, there is no need for you to return for our empty plates. I will just put them in the hall. Don't bother coming to the room again unless I call for you." I will not be cock blocked by another meal. I know we skipped breakfast because I don't usually require it, but I think we will also skip our evening meal. We have a lot to do, and I won't be interrupted again.

"Eat up Isabella. You need your nutrition." I say eyeing her thinking of what I need.

Patience. It will happen soon enough.

We eat in silence. Isabella is certainly gobbling down her food.

"When is the last time you ate?" I ask her feeling a little concerned.

"I think maybe two days ago." She answers.

"Two days! It's been two days since you ate? Why didn't you say anything? I would have let you eat." I am quite astonished at learning this.

"Aro didn't let us eat much. He said nobody wants a fat woman." She says as she puts her fork down and just stares at her plate. It's as if she's remembering his words and feels as if she must obey them.

Not!

"Fat? You are way too skinny as it is. Besides, I don't want anyone to go without a proper meal no matter their size. I'm sorry Isabella. Aro shouldn't have done that. That is wrong. Was he like this with all the girls?" I'm really curious as to the state he has kept these girls in now.

"Yes, there were some girls that were just a little bigger than me that he would feed even less often." She says with a sniff but seems to keep the tears at bay.

"That's wrong. I want you to eat at least three meals a day, and if you are hungry in between then I expect for you to let me know. I think you need to gain weight anyway." She seems surprised that I am allowing her what normal people get to eat every day. I guess though in a way, her position isn't exactly normal. It's not like it's my fault.

So much for skipping another meal.

I decide that I want to know a little bit more about her. "Tell me, Isabella, how long were you at the orphanage?"

"Six weeks."

"Six weeks? So, your parents recently passed away?" I guess all this is harder on her than I thought.

"No. I lost them seven years ago. They were hit by a drunk driver. I had been staying with my great aunt until she died. Then I went to the orphanage." She answered, not looking me in the eye.

I decide to let it go that she's not making eye contact. I can sense what a troubling subject this is for her. I can be nice when I want to be.

"Did any others escape the fire at the orphanage like you did?" I ask.

"Six of us."

I'm getting a little suspicious here. "How many girls did Aro have while you were under his care?"

"Six."

That son of a bitch.

I guess what's done is done. I had no idea how he obtained his girls, but of course, I knew it wouldn't be legal anyway. Not that anything any of us do is really legal. That's just how it goes. I hate it that she may have been treated badly, but she's in better hands now. Soon, I will be too.

I decide to let her sit for awhile. You know let her stomach settle and calm down a bit before we head back to my bed.

I wonder how far I should take it today. We might just do everything or just a few things. I can't quite make up my mind. I'm sure I will be left satisfied no matter what. Well, I'll make certain that I am satisfied.

I'm kind of glad that they didn't make her pleasure anyone while she was there. I mean I hate that they got to see her glorious naked body and that Aro violated her with his fingers. But, at least I know that all of her firsts and lasts as well, will be with me.

Isabella will probably start her crying again when we begin, but I'll just have to try to do my best to put that out of my mind. I wonder if I should threaten to punish her if she continues to cry. No, I guess not. Not now anyway. I guess it would probably be too soon with all that she's gone through. However, she will do something for me, after all that's one of her purposes. I am not a very patient man.

It seems to me though that she would enjoy anything she does for me. After all, I am an attractive man. Most women love my disheveled bronze colored hair and my sea green eyes. I know I have a good physique. I work out a lot, and I'm not overly muscled like my brother Emmett.

Speaking of Emmett, I know he will be totally appalled when he finds out about Isabella. Hopefully Jasper hasn't told him yet. Emmett lives his own private life, out of the family business, and he seems to object to almost everything I do. I know his wife, Rosalie, will be a total bitch about this.

It seems my girl is starting to get drowsy. Well, she can sleep later. She has some things or rather some big thing to take care of.

"Isabella." I stand as I speak and look over to where she is sitting. She looks up at me with nervous eyes.

"Why don't you use the bathroom." I motion to the bathroom door. "You have five minutes."

She goes into the bathroom, and I hear the lock click. I'm going to have to get that lock removed. I can have it replaced once I know I can trust her. I'll allow her this for now, but not next time.

I go ahead and kick off my shoes, remove my slacks, and my button down shirt. I'll leave my boxers on for now, however temporary that may be.

I carefully hang my clothes over my desk chair and check my watch. It's been six minutes. I'll need to get Isabella a watch as well.

"Time is up. Come on out here." I tell her as I knock on the door.

Two more minutes pass and she is still in the bathroom. I have not heard noise or movement from her. I know she couldn't have escaped because there is not window in there.

What the hell is she doing in there?

"Isabella, come out right now!" I demand.

I still do not hear any movement or noise.

Great! I'm going to have to bust open my own fucking door!

"Isabella, you have one last chance before I knock this damn door open. Come out now!" I yell.

Two more minutes …. nothing. Can't say I didn't warn her.

It takes me one swift kick to open the door.

I find her curled up in a ball on the floor in the corner of the bathroom. She's rocking back and forth and whispering something that I can't quite make out.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to time my breathing so I can calm down. I'm madder than a Baptist preacher at a strip club. I want to slap the shit out of her, but that wouldn't get us anywhere right now. This is why I wanted to have a normal conversation with Jasper about punishment and rules, but no, he had to go all lovey dovey. Why doesn't he just wear a fucking peace sign around his neck?

Seething …. "Get up!" I udder through clinched teeth. When she still doesn't make a move, I grab her arm and yank her up.

I shove her out of the bathroom and roughly deposit her on the couch. I make one more attempt to reign in my anger. It's not working very well.

"You disobeyed me Isabella. I told you your time was up and to come out, but you didn't. You refused to do something I told you to do. If I remember correctly … which I know I do … I believe I told you that there will be consequences for disobedience." I sternly say and notice that she is looking down.

"Look at me when I speak to you!"

She looks up at me and the stream of tears has once again started. That's not going to help her this time.

Damn it! I was so fucking ready for my release and now I've got to punish this insolent girl. I have no fucking idea how I'm going to do this.

"I'm so…sorry." She cries.

"Yeah, well you will be."

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It's short, I know. The good news is I'm almost done with the next chapter and hope to have it loaded pretty soon. There will be more action in the next chapter. Ok, so let me know what you think of this chapter. I can take it … I hope. Just go ahead and review, I'll be fine.