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Where She Belongs

Chapter 9

Fucking phone! It always manages to wake me from a fucking perfect sleep.

"What?" I answer crankily.

"Nice to speak to you too." Jasper retorts.

"Whatever it is, can't it fucking wait?" I really want to go back to sleep.

"No. You've been putting off taking care of your business. You know I don't like doing this shit. I can't very well try to get out of it if I'm always in it, now can I?"

Ever since Jasper and Alice got married he's been trying to get away from the family business. Dad finally relented but only if it was a gradual process. Dad's careful about the vibe he wants to send out to those we do business with. If people think there is disharmony in the family then they don't want to do business with us. We can't have that.

"Fine, you fucking pussy! I'll be there when I get there."

"It better be sooner rather than later, you ass." The smartass answers.

Fucking great! I was going to have Isabella give me her first real blow job this morning. Now I have to wait. My cock and I are not too happy about that. Seeing her swallow my come last night was so damn sexy. I want to see her on her knees more often, and so I shall.

I decide to go ahead and get dressed before I wake Isabella up. I dress in my black Armani suit and shoes. I am always well dressed. After I put on my gold Rolex watch, I decide it's time to wake her. I grab her robe and make my way to her side of the bed.

"Isabella, it's time to wake up." I say as I stroke her soft hair.

She slowly opens her eyes and looks at me. I smile as she scowls at me.

"You can go back to sleep if you want after I leave."

"You're going somewhere?" She sounds a little hopeful.

Sometime soon she'll be really sad when I leave. Not sure yet when that will be, but I know its coming. It's inevitable.

Before I have a chance to respond there is a knock on the door. I answer, and Anita brings in our breakfast and sets up. She doesn't even glance Isabella's way. All my employees know that my business is just that … my business. They no better than to try and defy me. No one will help Isabella should she try to escape and if she does try to then they will notify me right away.

Anita leaves and I motion for Isabella to join me. She gets up and grabs the white silk robe that I placed on the bed when I woke her up.

As she sits down she asks me again. "Well, where are you going?"

"Let me be clear with you right now. I don't answer to you. You answer to me. Where I'm going is no business of yours unless I decide to share that with you on my own." I don't mean to be so harsh, but she needs to learn to knock off the attitude.

"Fine. What am I suppose to do while you are gone?" She looks up at me raising her eyebrow.

"I don't care what you do as long as it's in this room." I tell her and then think better of it. What if she were to tear apart my bedroom? I won't take it back now, but she sure as hell better not mess with my stuff.

"I have to stay in here while you're gone?" She asks in disbelief.

She sure is taking a lot of liberties in her actions. She's not the same scared, insecure little girl she was when I first got her. While I'm glad she's not so scared and insecure, I don't like her thinking she can decide what goes on here.

"Of course you're staying here. I can't believe you are even asking me this. You belong to me and you will do as I say." She must remember who is in charge here.

"Ok." She says in a defeated tone.

I don't mean to kill her spirit, but damn, she's got to learn.

"Look, I'm going to my office. I have some work I need to catch up on, but I'll only be gone for a few hours. I'll try to be back by lunchtime. Just watch TV, sleep, do yoga …. whatever."

"Ok." She repeats.

I don't like the way she looks. She looks as if she's going to crawl into her shell again and hide.

We eat in silence during the rest of breakfast. I call Anita back to take our dishes and she's here within two minutes. She's a quick little thing.

"I'm leaving now. I'll see you in awhile." I head out the door, step into the hallway and lock the bolt. It's one of the best locks there is. She's not getting out of this room, especially when I have the only key.

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I arrive at my office promptly at eight thirty a.m. Being the boss, I can come in at anytime I desire, but I would like to get back to Isabella as soon as possible not to mention get Jasper off my back.

I own Cullen Properties, a property management company. Most of the properties are owned by me under various aliases. We manage properties around the world, again mostly mine. Of course, I also conduct some of our family business from my office as well. I guess you could say for all intents and purposes that we smuggle guns. We bring in and ship out all sorts of illegal arms here in the United States, in Europe, Russia, and Asia.

We may deal in arms, but we try not to kill. However, if you double cross us or in some other way betray us … watch out because your number is up. That is exactly what happened to Carsova.

I spend some time doing a lot of paperwork. I sign approvals and give my o.k. to transfer funds where needed. I also spend some time on the phone checking in with our various property managers.

At a quarter of ten my secretary, Theresa, informs me that Aro is on the line for me. I wonder what the asshole wants.

"Yeah." I answer. I really have no reason to speak with Aro. Our business is done.

"I just wanted to check in with you and see how our Isabella is working out for you."

"My Isabella is working out just fine." I say very irritated.

"My, my, my, a little possessive already, aren't we?" He more states than questions.

"Well, she does belong to me now, doesn't she?" I retort.

He ignores me and continues on. "I just wanted to let you know that if you become unhappy with her, I would be more than happy to offer an exchange. I'm sure it wouldn't be hard to place her again. Even my employees wanted to get their hands on her."

I am more than irritated now. I am livid.

"I am not going to return her. I am more than happy with her, not that it is any of your business. If you know what's good for you then you won't call me again regarding Isabella. Are we clear?"

"Calm down, my dear boy. No need to threaten me. I just wanted to know how she was coming along. I want all of my customers to be happy, that's all." He says in a patronizing tone.

"If that's all, I have things to do." I hang up the phone before I give him a chance to answer.

How dare that son of a bitch call me about Isabella. She is mine. I would never give her up. It sounds as if Aro is a little too interested in her. I don't like it one bit.

I continue to finish some paperwork. Twenty minutes later, Jasper strolls in.

"Glad to see you're getting back to your job." He states.

"Yeah, well I had a monkey on my back."

He laughs a little then gets serious. "How is Bella doing?"

"Bella?" Where did he come up with this? Is he giving her nicknames already?

"Isabella." He says as he rolls his eyes.

"No, why did you call her Bella?"

"Because that's what she likes to be called. At least that's what she told Alice. Didn't you know that?" He asks knowing full well I had no idea.

I decide to ignore his egging on and decide to ask Isabella … Bella… about it later.

"She's doing quite fine, acclimating quite well."

He smirks. "I bet."

"She hates you already, doesn't she?" He questions.

"No. She's just getting use to me, that's all."

"Mmm Hmm." He hums out. "Right. You do know that you're not exactly easy to get use to?"

"Oh, and I'm sure Alice had an easy time getting use to you?" I remind him.

"I told you I made a mistake with Alice." He says very irritated. "I'm trying to stop you from making the same mistakes that I did. These girls don't deserve to be treated this way. How would you feel if you were taken from your life and basically told that you're now somebody's slave and are not allowed to make any decisions for yourself? How would you like to live in fear of doing the wrong thing and paying the price?"

"I don't make all her decisions." I gave her the choice to watch TV or sleep while I was gone didn't I? That's a choice … her choice.

"So, she's free to go?" He says as he cocks his head to the right like the fucking ass that he is.

"Look, if this is all you came to talk about then you can turn around and leave right now. I'm not discussing Isabella with you anymore today." I know he can tell by the certainty in my voice that I am dead serious. He better fucking know.

"Just know this. When you want advice on how to really treat her, and I know you will, then you know how to find me." He states and walks out.

Fucker. I thought he had business to discuss. That fucking sneak!

I take about fifteen minutes to calm and compose myself after my fucking dickhead of a brother left. I then return to the paperwork at hand.

Soon all the i's are dotted and the t's are crossed. I hand Theresa the paperwork on the way out and tell her to leave me a voice mail if she needs me. I don't want her calling my cell and interrupting my time with Isabella. I'll check the office voice mail later.

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I walk into my bedroom with a couple of deli sandwiches in the late afternoon.

Bella is lying on top of the covers on the bed just staring at the ceiling. Looks like fun.

"Bored?" I ask her as I set the sandwiches and cokes down on the table.

She gets up and walks over to where I am. "Yes, there's nothing to do."

Me. No, I better not say that.

"Why didn't you watch TV?" I have a large flat screen right on the wall.

"I don't really like to watch TV." Never met a girl that didn't like television.

"So, you just slept?"

"Only a little." She answers with a slight yawn.

"What else did you do?" I'm curious to know what she did with her time.

"Nothing. Nothing to do."

"You like to read books?" I remember her reverent touches to the books in the library.

"Yes." She answers simply.

"I can take you to my library later and you can pick some books out."

"I would like that. Thank you." She actually gives me a half smile.

We finish our sandwiches in silence.

"Why didn't you tell me that you liked to be called Bella?" I asked her as she took a sip of her coke.

"Because that's usually what my friends call me." The insinuation is in there that we're not on such friendly terms.

"But you just met Alice." How the hell does she become fast friends with her? They only spoke for less than five minutes if that.

"Yes, and she's the first friendly person that I've met in a long time." She smirks. She knows she's getting to me.

"I'll be calling you Bella from now on. Do you have a problem with that?" Go ahead, give me a hard time. I dare you.

"Suit yourself."

"Why do you give me such a hard time?" I get so exasperated at her attitude sometimes. I like her to have spirit, but not so damn negative.

"Why do you lock me up and keep me against my will?" She snaps back.

"Touché."

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Isabella … I mean Bella … and I are now in my library. I am sitting at my desk while I allow her to pick out some books. I told her to take her time.

Taking her time is certainly what she is doing. My library is two levels and she is walking back and forth looking at books. Occasionally, she will pick up a book and carefully flip through the pages. Sometimes she smiles at something she reads and other times she looks a little melancholy.

We take our dinner in the library and then Bella resumes her perusal of the vast selection of books. My collection is quite massive, but there is always room for more.

"Bella, feel free to take as many books as you would like back to the bedroom." See, I can be very accommodating.

"How hospitable of you." She seems to say facetiously.

"I think it is. It's better than sitting in there with nothing to do." She should be grateful.

"Yes, I guess so."

With Bella and me carrying an armload of books, we return to the bedroom. I decide to be even more 'hospitable' and allow her to read on the sofa for awhile. I watch her twist her hair as she reads and even see her lips lift up on one side in sort of a lopsided smile at some points.

I believe I am being very gracious by allowing her sometime to read before we begin tonight's festivities.

After what feels like an insurmountable time, I decide it's time to move on to better things … much better things.

"Isabella, mark your place in your book and come over to the bed." I tell her as I rise from the sofa and head to the bed myself. Damn, I forgot to call her 'Bella'.

I hear her sigh and do some shuffling, and soon she is standing before me beside the bed.

She is just so beautiful. I can help myself but to lift my hand and glide the back of it across the perfect porcelain skin of her face. I reach up again and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I have never had the urge to kiss her until now. But, I think I will save that for later. Sometimes a kiss can seem more intimate than even sex … well, sort of.

Tonight I want to undress her. I look at her and tell her with my eyes not to fight me on any of this. My hands go to the hem of her t-shirt and I ever so slowly begin to lift it up and over her head.

She now stands before me in a lacy, red push-up bra and skinny jeans. She looks divine, but the jeans have to go, but the bra just may stay. Her tits look so lusciously good spilling over the cups.

"Sit on the bed." I tell her and gesture behind us.

She quickly obeys, which I appreciate. I bend down, slide off her flip flops and throw them behind me.

"Stand." I command, and when she complies I make quick work of her jeans leaving her in her matching lacy, red panties. Magnificent!

I really want to devour her, but I have other plans for tonight.

"Take off your panties and sit on the bed with your back to the headboard." I order and watch her remove her panties and move robotically to the position on the bed.

I kick off my shoes and take my socks off and crawl on the bed to where I'm sitting in front of her.

"Keep your knees bent and spread them apart."

I hear a soft sigh escape her lips as she does as she's told.

"I want you to touch yourself." I tell her as I feel my cock tightening in my pants as I take in the sight of her pussy before me.

"I …I …I" She starts. "I can't."

"Yes, you can." Before I get upset, I decide to help her. "Give me your hand."

She reluctantly places her hand in mine. I take her hand and bring it down to her pussy.

"I want you watching this the whole time. Understand?" If she's going to learn, she needs to pay attention plus it's just a sexy site to see.

"Ok." She answers softly and looks down at our hands on her pussy.

I begin to rub them up and down her slit, but she's not yet aroused so it's dry. I take one of her fingers and one of mine and we enter her tight, warm walls. I have us lightly pumping them inside of her and little by little moisture begins to collect until our hands are nearly saturated.

"Now you can see and feel what it's like to fuck yourself." I'm getting so aroused that I can barely keep it in my pants.

I take our hands out and then insert just two of her fingers. "Fuck yourself Bella."

She stops and looks at me.

"Do it Bella. Fuck yourself. Watch those fingers pumping in and out of that pussy. That's it." I watch her fingers thrusting in and out as I stand up and make quick work of taking off my own clothes.

"Keep going baby." I say as I sit back in front of her and continue my vigil on her pussy.

My hand instantly goes to my throbbing cock. I start at my shaft and work my way up to the pool of leaking pre-cum.

"Take your fingers out." She's not going to like what I tell her to do next.

"Lick your juices off." She closes her eyes tightly and brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them.

My balls tighten in response.

"Put your fingers back in your pussy and coat them. I want a taste now." Bella does as I say and then brings her fingers to my mouth.

I take her fingers one by one into my mouth. Never has a woman tasted this good. "You taste divine. I can't wait until my mouth is on your pussy. Put your fingers back and keep fucking yourself."

As her fingers pump inside her, I run my hand from the base to the tip of my dick and start squeezing and thrusting furiously.

"Ahhh…" I let out in pleasure.

"Take your other hand and start rubbing your clit. I want you to come for me." I tell her as I pick up the pace even further.

She begins rubbing herself as instructed, and she can't seem to hold back a few moans of pleasure.

Just wait until that's my massive cock, baby.

I look up at Bella's face and notice her eyes are closed. That will not do. "Open your eyes Bella, and keep them on your pussy. Don't stop until I tell you to."

She opens her eyes and looks down at her fingers pumping in and out of her. I notice that she has picked up the speed on her clit.

I imagine Bella's plump lips wrapped around my cock, taking me deeper and deeper inside until I feel the back of her throat. I'm not going to last much longer. Not at all.

"Harder, Bella. Pump harder, rub harder." I yell out as I do the same.

When I see Bella's legs shaking uncontrollably, I begin thrusting faster into my hand. Now, I'm yelling out at my release.

"Oh, fuck Bella! That's it." I look into her pussy as I come and notice her coming as well.

What I wouldn't do to be inside her doing this. That will come soon enough. Yes, before long she'll be begging for it.

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Yeah … Edward's being a horny dick. I'm not sure if there were any steps forward this time. It will probably be next weekend before the next chapter is posted. Real life always gets in the way of the imaginary one. Please let me know what you think. I read and appreciate every single review I get. Thanks.