AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Well good news is I am posting this chapter early; bad news is that I'm only posting it early because I wanted to respond to the mixed bag reviews I received on the last chapter. I knew when I started writing this story that it may not be everyone's cup of tea; I was prepared for some people to hate it. Hence, the abnormally long Warning that I post at the beginning of every chapter. The funny thing is I was braced for backlash after Chapter Thirteen, never in a million years did I see this chapter gain so much disfavor. Don't get me wrong I love hearing what you have to say; in fact it used to bug the crap out of me when the English teachers used to grade me on grammar over content. So even though some of you feel that this story is abusive or unrealistic that is your opinion to have. I do think however that there are millions of other stories on this site that you may find more suited to your tastes. I myself have read far more controversal stories then this one on this website but I know that if it gets too deep I can always choose not to read it.
For those who think that Bella is soo immature or ungrateful or that Edward is a tyrant and holds ridiculous expectations of Bella, then I say that it is great that you feel those things. This is a three-part series and my main focus is to show the evolution of both of these characters throughout the series.
Thank you again for taking the time to read this story I appreciate your reviews and story adds and favs. Here is the one foreshadowing I will part with, if you feel you are already having a hard time dealing with the story content then get out now, because I can tell you that you will hate the last chapter of Part Two. For the rest of you onward ho!
WARNING:
This story may contain content that could offend readers. Story will surround storylines involving acts of dominance such as domestic discipline. This story will not contain BDSM. This story has will have spanking themes in later chapters. The following story will use mature language. This story has already been written and will contain character death in future follow ups. Lemons will not occur right away and not in every chapter this isn't Fifty Shades of fun. Please do not read this story if you think you may feel offended by the discussed themes.
Story is mine; the characters are borrowed from Stephenie Meyer
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I had sat on the edge of the dock for nearly a half hour; this was not exactly how I pictured spending my Sunday afternoon. I was chilled to the bone and I actually started shaking. Great maybe my ass would become frost-bitten and fall off so I could just hand Edward my ass and be done with it. I had on no coat, just a t-shirt and jeans with sandals. I had tried warming my toes up and yes I knew what kind of stubborn ass I was being. It had been almost an hour when I finally decided to give up and go in, as I was standing up my leg instantly stiffened and the next thing I knew I was in the lake.
If I thought I was cold before it was nothing compared to how I felt now. My body was stinging like millions of tiny needles shot through my skin. I came up for air, trying to swim myself over to the dock. I was gasping, my lungs felt like they were on fire. I can't believe I had fallen into the lake, come on Bella, how clumsy do you have to be.
As I was pulling myself up on the dock I could see Edward charging at me, running down the hill at some kind of super speed. He reached me before I could pull myself out of the water.
He reached down and grabbed a hold of me underneath my arms and managed to pull me up to a sitting position on the dock. I was shivering and shaking. He instantly pulled off his shirt and then proceeded to pull off my shirt.
"What are you doing? I'm not about to get naked here." My teeth rattled out.
"Bella put my shirt on." He commanded. He pulled his shirt over my head and it did marginally help. I was so cold that it hurt to walk; my legs were stiff so Edward lean down and picked me up. We got back to the house in no time. Edward marched us up to his bedroom and began stripping me of my clothes. I was afraid he was going to punish me right here. But then he started stripping off his clothes, was he going to have sex with me?
He turned on the shower, I know I was literally freezing my ass off, but all I could focus on was Edward walking around naked. He walked me into his massive shower, the hot water blessing me with its beautiful gift. Edward's shower had three different nozzles all shooting out water at different angles.
He started off with shampoo, massaging it tenderly into my scalp; his amazing fingers had once again left me in ecstasy. He then continued on with soap, meticulously washing every bit of me. I happened to notice that he paid careful attention to certain areas, which currently had me panting. He wrapped his arms around me and began kissing me softly at first, but as his tongue entered; his kiss became frantic and unforgiving.
I could feel him harden, his granite member pushing into my stomach. He weaved his hands in my hair pulling me closer. Well if this is how Edward was going to react to me standing up to him, I take note. He dropped to his knees and gently spread my legs open. When Edward started sucking on my clit I had to put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. My legs could barely hold me up; he took notice and pushed me back to the tiled bench.
I sat myself down and he continued his magnificent work. At this angle he was able to push his tongue inside of me; he placed one finger inside stretching me a little. It was a tad bit uncomfortable but I think my body just needed to adjust to it. I could hear him moan, it sent my clit vibrating. I think my moans were out doing his, I started to pinch my nipples readying my body for the impending orgasm I was about to receive. His mouth continued to do magical things, he started inserting two fingers, stretching me a little further, that didn't feel nearly as good as I had hoped. I cringed and tensed my body; he took notice and pulled them both out returning to one. Oh yes that's the spot. And then he completely stopped. I looked down at him in shock.
"Say yes to my compromise and I'll give you your orgasm." My mouth was hung open.
"Are you bribing me?" I said outraged.
He ran his tongue up my slit, sucking on clit once more for good measure. He placed a finger on my magic "yes" button, moving it around. "Oh god yes!" I moaned, that's why I called it the "yes" button it could make me say yes to anything. He smiled a winning smile and assaulted me his finger pushing in and out, his tongue sucking and softly biting and he reached his other hand up to pinch my nipple all this became the perfect trifecta to my shattering orgasm.
My head fell back against the tiled wall and I sat there in pure bliss. Edward came up and sat down beside me he was still hard as a rock, I pushed him back and straddled him. I started kissing him hovering ever so slightly over the tip I could feel it barely grazing my sensitive skin.
"I love you, Edward." I said softly. I looked in his eyes and could see all the love in the world in them.
"I love you more than anything, Isabella Swan." I nodded my head and proceeded to gently push myself down on him. I hadn't even put the tip in when he realized what I was about to do. He grabbed a hold of my hips and stopped me. "No, Bella. Not like this."
Instant rejection. Just as I had feared. I paused for a moment feeling the horrible emotion fill me. I pushed off of him, standing up. My eyes full of tears, thankful for the shower to immediately wash them away. Edward took ahold of my wrist trying to bring me back to him, "Bella." I tried again to pull away from him. But he was stronger and he forced me into a hug.
"What's wrong with me? Every time I try for more you push me away. Why are you even with me?" I whimpered.
"Bella, I don't want the first time we make love to be after a fight. I don't want to make love to you when you are still unsure and I can tell you are. I don't want you to do something in the moment and then regret it."
"But I love you, I'm sure I'm ready. If we keep waiting then eventually you'll get tired of me." I felt the size of an ant.
"Baby did you hear what you just said; you only want to do this because you're afraid I'll move on if we don't start having sex. That is crazy, I'm not going anywhere. But I am sure not going to have sex with you because of your fears. Because that is all it will be, sex. I want the first time to be perfect; I want to show you all the love I have for you. Honey, it will happen. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you. There will be love-making, there will be fucking and there will be baby making. I promise, just be patient."
"Baby making" I said the word with trepidation.
"Eventually we'll want to have kids." He beamed.
"I can't think of that now, just the idea of something that big coming out of that hole freaks the shit out of me. I'm still trying to figure out how you're going to get that thing inside of me." I shook my hand toward his now soft penis.
"I noticed you tensed a little when I added a finger, you will stretch and it will hurt a little but I'll be here to help you through it."
I looked up at him confused, "Are we talking about a baby or sex?"
He laughed a little, "Both, I guess."
"Ok now you're starting to scare me." I shivered.
"Sweetheart it will be fine; we don't have to worry about any of that for a while." He kissed my hair. I won't have to worry about that for a while! Just how long was he planning on keeping me a virgin? Great news on the baby front, there was no way I was ready for that.
He turned off the shower; I was pretty pruned at this point. But the loss of the hot water had me suddenly shivering. Edward wrapped a towel around me and gave me another to wrap around my head. He ran to my room real quick, butt naked in towel and came back instantly with clean undies and pajamas the kind I used to wear before I tried seducing my boyfriend. But they were at least the warmer kind. We both got dressed and he led me to bed.
"Baby, why don't you take a nap while I make something for us to eat?" I snuggled down in his covers, trying to wrap myself up. He kissed me on the head and left.
I tried for a half hour to get to sleep, but I couldn't get warm enough. I finally gave up and wrapped myself in a blanket and headed downstairs. Edward and Carlisle were talking while Edward was stirring something on the stove.
"Honey, what are you doing up?" Edward inquired as I approached the kitchen.
"I couldn't sleep, it was too cold." I pouted.
He walked over to me and felt my forehead. "Your burning up, you probably have pneumonia." He assessed.
"Don't get all over dramatic, Edward. I know it maybe your profession but please leave it at the office."
He looked back at the stove; Carlisle must have known what he was thinking, "Go take care of her Edward, I'll finish the soup and bring it up."
He nodded and thanked Carlisle. Taking me by the hand he pulled me upstairs. He put me back in bed and went to the bathroom. He came back with a thermometer and proceeded to place it in my ear, it beeped and it read 102. He shook his head placing it on the side table and climbed into bed with me.
"I guess you're not coming to work tomorrow."
I started to protest, "I'll be better in the morning."
"Consider this your punishment; did you think I was going to forget how you acted earlier?" I scowled at him. "So one day and it erases my infraction?" I raised an eyebrow.
"If you are not down to 98 degrees tomorrow evening then you will stay home another day and so on and so on until you get better. As for your "infraction" I will allow this time off from work to serve as fulfillment with the understanding that if you ever decide to speak to me in such a manner again I will not be so lenient next time."
"I thought you could only punish me if I violated some form of safely or a health code violation?"
"If you remember correctly, I said health, safety and overall well-being. When you decide to yell expletives and throw tantrums then that falls under overall well-being. You could have calmly talked with me instead you threw a tantrum. You are twenty-two years old, when you start acting like a mature woman then the punishments will stop, until that happens it will be a part of our life."
I rolled my eyes, I knew I should continue with our little debate but his body heat was finally helping my shivers go away so I snuggled in promising to continue this conversation later.
Not only was I not able to go to work on Monday, but my stupid body hung on to that damn temperature long enough for me to not return until Wednesday. You have no idea how long that feels when you have to sit around all day with no one but Alice to keep you company. Carlisle and Esme didn't stick around to help save me, they took off to Tuscany. Alice as she informed me was being such a dear to look after me and keep me entertained, however her idea of entertainment greatly differed from my own. Let's me just say on a side note, kids, if you are thinking of being stubborn and want to try to hold your ground to make a point then please don't do it near a freezing lake around fall or winter.
It felt good to arrive back on set on Wednesday, even though I was a tad bit nervous to see how people may react to my presence since the Lauren debacle that went down last Friday. So far people had greeted me warmly and it didn't feel like the gossip mill ran out of my favor. I decided to try to talk with Magda first; she would tell me if there was any concern.
"There she is. We missed you the past couple of days, of course you know there were rumors running wild about you." Oh no don't panic, just find a way to diffuse them.
"Oh really, how bad?" Locate the threat for proper extermination.
"Well some people said that Lauren hurled hot coffee at you and you spent the weekend in the burn unit." I couldn't stop my eye roll, some people were so sensationalized.
"Others said that she made you sit there while she poured it on you."
I had to stop her, this was ridiculous. Well at least it was all rumors about Lauren and not about Edward overreacting. "Magda please tell me you didn't believe this. Yes coffee was involved but it was cold and she backhanded it not hurled." I laughed. I finally felt free of the threat my whole body relaxed.
"Of course I know it wasn't true. Kenny told me the truth and set people straight when they tried spreading those horrendous versions." She sat me down on the work bench and brought me into a half hug.
"Bella, I know that people in this business can be horrible, but no person should ever have to endure what you had to. You weren't the first I know to be put in a position like this and unfortunately you won't be the last. Edward is a good man, you should have said something. I could see the hurt in his eyes when we showed up at his trailer that night and finally told him all that had gone on. Of course we know it's not any of our business but we couldn't allow it to keep happening to one of our own. I hope you can forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive Magda; I appreciate you standing up for me when I wasn't strong enough to stand up for myself. I just didn't want people to think I was weak. I kept feeling like I could handle it, but I couldn't. If you don't mind me asking, who is this "we"?"
"Well of course word spread fast, Carl knew that you were friends with me so he came barreling in here when he heard. He was adamant that we needed to do something. I was surprised to say the least you know how cranky he can be I never thought he'd care about anyone other than himself. But we grabbed Kenny on the way since we knew that he had witnessed the latest and marched right up to Edward's door. It was quite an event."
"I can't believe it. Thank you." I hugged her one last time and headed off in search for a bakery.
I located the pastries that I needed and set off to find Carl. He was sitting in the shade waiting for Emmett to figure out what he needed exactly. I walked up to him, handing him the box with the pastry.
"What's this for?" he grumbled.
"Thank you."
"I don't know what you're talking about?" he looked away.
I smiled a little, "That's fine, but thank you nether the less."
He opened the box and pulled out the pastry and bit into it.
"You know there are two in there maybe you wouldn't mind sharing." I said.
"Why would I want to do a stupid thing like that? Almost like a silly girl who allows herself to be bullied."
I huffed and narrowed my eyes, "Stupid thing? What about the man who puts on this front like he's a tough guy when he really is a big softy at heart?"
He pulled out the other pastry and handed it to me, "Here, silly girl."
"Why thank you tough guy." I replied. I smiled at him and he just shook his head and rolled his eyes.
I started to say, "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful…"
"You can stop right there Casablanca, I hated that movie." He said gruffly.
"How can you hate Casablanca? You're a filmmaker; it's like in your DNA." I said outraged.
"I'm not about to take film critic advice from someone who probably thought that Peewee's Big Adventure was the epitome of brilliant filmmaking."
I laughed, that movie scared the crap out me when I was younger. We sat and ate our pastries, bantering about decent films. It really was the beginning to a beautiful friendship.