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Where She Belongs

Chapter 8

Isabella and I have been home for awhile. We ate in my dining room. I had to show her that I am civilized despite what she may think. Eating in the dining room is a good start. Right?

While we were gone I had a new lock placed on my bedroom door and the lock removed on the bathroom door. I won't be going through that again.

We are in my sitting room of my bedroom, and we are doing absolutely nothing. The awkwardness and uncomfortable silence is stifling.

I decide to break the silence and start a conversation. I want her to know that sex isn't my only concern. I can talk to her without making salacious comments.

"So, Isabella, what was your life like in the orphanage?" I can immediately tell by her facial expression that that was the wrong question to ask. She actually looks a little angry.

"What was life like? Are you serious?" She asks incredulously.

"Yes, it's a simple question. Can't you answer it?" Give me a break; I didn't put her in that orphanage.

"It's hardly a simple question." She says looking at me with disdain.

I can't imagine it is was that horrible, well, at least until the time of the fire. "Tell me about it."

"It was horrible. We were treated like the mud beneath their shoes. It was only slightly better than being under Aro's care, if that's what you want to call it." Her hardened tone shows her hatred for Aro. I will just assume it's not directed towards me.

"How did they treat you?" My curiosity is really piqued now.

"Let's just say I believe 'Ms. Hannigan', which we liked to call her, knows Aro. I believe she's the reason I'm here." She says straight out.

"What is her real name?" I would like to know who is responsible as well.

"Sandra Cope."

I need to steer the conversation away from this right now. Even though I hate the way she was taken and that she was exposed to an actual fire, but I can't deny that I'm happy that she's here.

"At least you're in a better place now." I'm trying to assure her.

"Am I?"

"Of course you are. What kind of question is that?" She's definitely in a better place than that blasted orphanage or with that sadistic Aro.

"I am not any better off now than I was at that orphanage. At least then I wasn't somebody's personal slave ordered to perform sexual acts against her will." She laments.

"You are not a slave." The way she is feeling is totally unfathomable.

"What would you call it?" She asks with her eyebrows raised.

"Being my girlfriend." I told her this once before. Any woman would be happy to be in her place.

"So being your girlfriend means doing what you say and pleasing you sexually whether I want to or not."

"I guess so." Well, it's true.

"So basically …. a slave?" She says in a triumphant tone.

"I'm not going to be treating you badly. I'm not going to beat you."

"Really? Because my backside says differently." She replies snidely.

"Look Isabella, I'm not setting out to hurt you. You just have to behave. We'll be able to get along quite comfortably, and life will be good for you if you just listen to me." There. I think that's well said.

"I don't have much of a choice here. However, I doubt life will be good for me if I am here against my will." She's looking me directly in the eyes now. She's getting braver. I can let her speak her mind when we're alone together. I'll have to make her understand that later.

"Would you rather be in the orphanage? I thought you hated it there." I mean hell, she said herself that it was only slightly better than being under Aro's care.

"I would rather be there than here. At least then I could have bided my time until I was eighteen, and then I would have been out of there. I mean I'll be seventeen soon. Wait … what's today's date?"

"September 15th." What could be so important about the date?

"Oh … " She says looking down and looks as if she's going to cry.

"Why? What's wrong?" I ask afraid she's going to burst into tears any moment.

"My birthday was two days ago. I'm seventeen now." She speaks in a monotone.

"You didn't know?" Hell, Aro said she was sixteen. That means she turned seventeen right after she became mine.

What do I do? Do I have a party for her? No, she wouldn't want that. She's not even happy being with me … yet.

"No. I didn't know. The date was the furthest thing from my mind when I'm being held captive and sold." She's getting quite a temper now.

"You know you might want to take your tone down a notch or two. It also wouldn't hurt for you to remember who you are talking to." I know this is upsetting for her, but she needs to remember her place.

She lowers her tone, but it doesn't soften any. "How do you expect me to act? How do you expect me to feel after everything that I've been through?"

"Look, I realize you've been through a lot. You are here with me now, like it or not. I know you've been hurt, but now your life can be better with me. I won't let you go, so you need to get used to life here. This is where you belong. Do you really think you're life would amount to much without me?" Maybe that's a low blow, but it's probably the truth.

The tears come. I feel a little bad, but I won't take it back.

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What I'm fixing to do will probably fall into what she thinks is 'slave' treatment. However, this is part of the reason she is here.

"Isabella, undress. We're taking a shower."

She cringes, closes her eyes, and takes in a deep breath.

Come on, it's not that bad.

I watch her open her eyes as she turns away from me. She begins undressing.

I internally shutter when I see the bruises she is sporting on her backside. Maybe I did use a little more strength then I thought. I didn't think it was that bad, but the bruises are definitely more visible now which explains why I didn't notice them earlier.

I start taking off my clothes. She is totally bare now but has not turned around. I guess she is waiting for my direction before doing anything else.

I feel guilty about the bruises but it's not going to stop us from showering together. She still has to fulfill her duties to me.

"Come on Isabella, let's go." I hold my hand out as she turns around. She ignores my hand and marches on into the bathroom.

"Isabella, just because I let you talk freely earlier doesn't mean you can get away with anything. You need to watch your attitude." I told her sternly.

I can tell she's a little nervous and scared now. She gets like this every time we get naked.

I start the shower and we get in. Once again I wash her first. I enjoy soaping up my hands and gliding them all over her wet, sexy body.

Damn, she's so fucking beautiful and she doesn't even know it. It feels like every part of her luscious body was made just for me. For my hands. For my mouth. Yes …. just for me.

I spend an inordinate amount of time soaping up her sumptuous tits. I squeeze and flick her little pink hardened nipples. Whether they're hard from the shower or from me, I don't care. I just like it.

I glide my hands up to her collarbone and then slowly down her back. She may not want to admit it, but I really think she's starting to enjoy all my ministrations.

My hands curve over her delectable ass. I just can't help myself and take one finger and run it along the crack of her ass until I reach her pussy. Then I just have to jab my fingers in and feel her warm wet walls. One day I'm going to have to taste her. I'm sure it's just as tasty as the rest of her.

I don't give her any release this time, and of course, she seems relieved of that. Women … I don't know if I'll ever understand them.

Now it's her turn to make sure that I am spic and span. I hand her the soap. "Your turn."

She soaps up her little hands and sets the bar on the soap container. She starts at my shoulders and then moves her hands down my chest to my six pack. She then goes around to my back.

I can tell she's holding her breath as she soaps up again and begins putting her hands on my ass. I've got a great ass. I know this.

"Don't neglect the front." I remind her as I point at my very prominent erection.

As she runs her hands up my shaft, I decide that she's going to spend a little more time here today. In fact, she won't stop until I want her too.

"Keep pumping me. Get me off." I think I see her roll her eyes, but I can't be sure.

She's remembered her lesson from last time. She's pumping me regularly, giving me the little squeezes that I like, and then gradually increasing her speed.

This time I decide to add to her lesson.

"When I tell you too … Ahh God … I want you to get down on your knees and swallow everything that comes out of me." It won't be long now.

She pauses infinitesimally and looks up at me. She wants to say 'no', but she knows better.

"Now." I demand.

I hold out until she is on her knees. I can't help myself and as soon as her lips are wrapped around the head of my cock, I come and I come hard.

Wam … Bam … Now I'm spent.

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Oh, Edward! Three steps forward and three steps back. It may take awhile for anything to get through his thick skull.

The next chapter? Well, I'm not sure when that's coming. I've had a little less time to spend on the story lately, but I'll do my best to get it out as soon as I possibly can.

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