Author's Note:
Wow we are getting down to the end of Part one, you have no idea how anxious I am. I hope that you will want to continue on with this Edward and Bella. I think with my posting schedule as it stands right now. Part two will be posted up next Wednesday. Part two has been challenging of other reason which I will talk about later, but the chapters are much longer on average. I really have appreciated all of your reviews, especially when some of you have stated that this is one of your favorite stories right now. You have no idea how happy that makes me especially since a month ago I was almost too scared to post this at all. THANK YOU!
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 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 TWENTY
We arrived back at our apartment to find a gentleman sitting on our porch. Angela upon seeing the man whispered to me out of the side of her mouth, "Merry Christmas to me."
"Is one of you a Miss Angela Webber?" Wow maybe he was some kind of Christmas gift.
"I'm Angela." She said as she blushed.
"I have a delivery for you Miss Weber." He pointed down to the truck sitting in the parking lot. My god what in the hell had she been sent.
"What is it?" she asked tentatively.
"I was given instructions to help you set up your new Isoform mattress and bed set." Oh no he didn't. Angela looked at me in shock and then got a giddy smile on her face. "Well then right this way." She said as she bounced along to the apartment.
First class plane tickets. A brand new bed. Yes Mr. Cullen and I were definitely going to have words.
I set my stuff down in my room and flopped down on my bed after locating my cell phone. It barely rang once before his beautiful voice wrapped around me.
"Hello my love, I see you arrived home safely." He purred.
"I did, I would like to say thank you for the upgrade in tickets however that was highly unnecessary and I'm sure Angela would love to thank you for her new bed which is equally grandiose, but she is currently having a tad bit too much fun showing the poor delivery man her womanly wiles."
"Oh honey, this is merely the beginning, no need to waste your energy now. You will eventually learn to love being spoiled." He was so matter of fact that it kind of annoyed me.
"Oh sweetheart maybe you should just learn now that I do not plan on accepting anymore overly extravagant spoils. The bed is Angela's and I would never ask her to not accept it but I really need you to make an effort to not go so over the top in the future. And I plan on exchanging my first class return ticket for a seat in coach." So there.
"Bella why do you always have to be so difficult, you need to learn to just say thank you love of my life, when you treat me like the princess I am, it is then I feel your never-ending love for me." He was being dramatic.
"You know what Edward, it is a good thing you have such great screenwriters. If I were you I'd stick to acting."
He laughed and that was then end of that. I still had planned on switching my ticket; I needed him to understand that he didn't need to buy me gifts to have my love. We finished our phone call and I quickly packed a bag for my parents' house. I couldn't wait to see the look on their face when I walked through the door.
It was late Sunday evening, I was sure I was going to give my parents a fright coming home at this hour but I didn't want to wait until the next day. My parents lived in a suburb fifty miles out from Los Angeles, where my apartment was. Angela being the amazing dear she was, dropped me off; her parents lived out further than mine so at least it wasn't too inconvenient. By the time I arrived it was eleven pm and I was beat.
I rang the doorbell and I could immediately hear my parents bickering as to who would be here at this hour. As soon as the door opened my dad's jaw dropped and his eyes started to water. He had a difficult time with his emotions since my sister's death; now at days he would start to cry at the smallest things. My mom who had been standing behind him started screaming and pushed my dad aside throwing her arms around me.
"Yes the prodigal daughter has returned." I joked. I hugged my dad next.
"What are you doing here?" my mom cried out.
"Why? Would you like me to leave?" I kidded.
"Oh no no no, this is just the best Christmas gift ever." We walked into the living room and sat down, the nightly news playing in the back ground.
"Well you can thank my boss; he knew how important it was for me to come home for Christmas. I have to return on the twenty-eighth though, they still have more filming." I knew I should tell my parents about Edward and me but it didn't feel like something I should drop on them at Christmas. Also knowing my father, he would instantly start to wonder if Edward had laid a hand on me and I couldn't have him running off to Italy with a shot-gun in hand.
We spent an hour talking when I told them that I was exhausted and needed some sleep. I promised my mom that I would go with her the next morning to tackle the mall. Leave it to her to wait until Christmas Eve to buy gifts.
The next morning I slept in till ten-thirty, my mom came in and told me I needed to hurry we had a long day ahead of us. After a quick shower, I emailed Edward a brief message letting him know what I was planning on doing for the day and that I would call him later.
Of course the mall parking lot was treacherous my mom had managed to pick a fight with two different people within a manner of minutes over parking spot rules of etiquette. She split her list in two handing me three different items she needed me to pick up and with that we went two separate ways.
I had just bought the beer cooler she asked me to get for dad when I saw a store called Spenser's Gifts. I still hadn't found anything for Emmett and being the prankster he was I thought maybe I'd find the perfect gift in there. Spenser's Gifts was a novelty shop that had well just about everything. I was walking around when I ran into their how should we say erotica displays. I meant it when I said they had just about everything. At first I started to turn around but then something caught my eye.
In those next few moments, an idea sprung to mind as I looked upon a shiny pink vibrator. I don't know why but I looked around almost afraid that someone was watching me. Call me one crazy virgin but sometimes we do things that seem completely ridiculous but in our heads they make sense. If Edward wasn't going to pop my cherry then I'd have to literally take matters into my own hands. Maybe then he would get over this fear he must have.
I nervously made my way over to the cashier who instantly gave me a smile and raised eyebrow. Oh my god this was more embarrassing than buying pads. I paid cash stupidly concerned that Edward might find out otherwise. I threw the bag in my purse and hightailed it out of the store.
I think I may have been a tad flushed when I ran into my mother, but I shook her off with the excuse of there being too many people.
As soon as we got home I ran upstairs and through the pleasure stick in my closet, almost afraid that it would turn on any moment. I was staring at the closet door when my phone rang; I just about jumped a mile in the air. It was Edward. Oh god what if he found out. Silly Bella he's not going to find out.
"Hello" I answered shaky.
"Baby, you sound funny, what's going on." Man even when I'm seven thousand miles away he can already tell I'm up to no good.
"Nothing I just ran a flight of stairs so I'm a little out of breath." I giggled uneasy.
"Okay, well how was the mall?"
"Why do you want to know?" I may have said that a bit accusatory.
"I was just asking, are you sure everything is okay honey?" Pull it together Bella stop being such a spaz.
"I'm sorry, my nerves are almost shot, it was crazy at the mall. I didn't mean to take it out on you. I love you, Edward." I calmed myself down. After that we managed a fairly easy-going conversation until I needed to head down to dinner to which we said our good byes and I love you's.
Christmas had come; we had celebrated with having a couple of family members join us. I handed out gifts to my parents, souvenirs I had picked up in Italy. The cherry popper as I had come to call it still rested in my closet. Somehow it seemed wrong to use it on Christmas.
I waited for my parents to go to sleep and read up on properly sanitizing my new "friend" It was eleven thirty on December 26th. I sat there on my bed just staring at the cherry popper, my hands were shaking. I needed to talk to Edward; I needed to hear his voice.
It was almost eight am in Rome and when he answered, it was obvious that I had woken him up.
"Honey, isn't it really late shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I know I just needed to hear your voice. I'm laying here all by myself and I am missing you like crazy." I sounded desperate.
"Baby you'll be home soon, I miss you too. I have gotten so used to you lying beside me that this was the first time in days that I managed to get to sleep. I love you, Bella."
"I love you too, I miss your hands roaming all over my body, I miss you mouth sucking and biting on my nipples." Was I initiating phone sex? This actually might work.
"Mmm I miss that too." He was getting into it.
"Please tell me you're hard Edward." I picked up the cherry popper and started rubbing my clit.
"Only you can do this to my cock, are you wet baby?"
"Yes, I bought something that may help me out." I said shyly.
It was like you could hear a record scratch to a halt. "What do you mean?" Edward's voice rose.
I was suddenly scared to answer.
"Isabella!" he called. I stayed silent, like I was waiting for the T-rex to pass me by.
"Answer me, Isabella." With every call, his voice got more and more intense.
"I bought a vibrator, what's wrong with that?" I asked meekly.
"Why would you do that?" He questioned harshly.
I gulped. I was never happier to know that there was seven thousand miles separating us then in that moment. Blame it on distance for my bravery.
"I bought it so that I could de-virgin myself so then maybe you wouldn't be so hung up on that factor. Once it's over you can't keep giving me excuses."
"Isabella, if you value your ability to sit down, I suggest that you throw it away right now." He warned.
Did I say bravery? I meant stupidity.
"I'm not going to throw it away, I have made a decision and I am prepared to live with the consequences whatever they may be. And who knows maybe you'll thank me for this."
"Isabella, I don't think you are prepared to live with the consequences. First of all, you may break your hymen, but that doesn't mean you're not a virgin anymore. Women break their hymens every day during normal actions. It doesn't matter to me whether or not your hymen is or isn't in tack. You have not been with a man and I still plan on being the first and last. Secondly there will never be a time in our relationship when I feel that it is acceptable for you to insert foreign objects into your body for the sake of sex or pleasure. That being said if you do not do as you are told then I promise you the next time we see each other I will spank your ass so hard that you won't sit for a week and then after that week is up I will do it again just for good measure."
Cherry popper suddenly didn't look too friendly.
"But this isn't fair; you will never make love to me. You put my virginity on this stupid pedestal and you deny me over and over the one thing I want." I started to cry. I wasn't sure if it was because it felt like this man was never going to make love to me or if it was the fact that I was pretty sure our impeding reunion would not go so well for me.
"Bella it will happen, but not like this. Not with some piece of plastic. Throw it away honey." He seemed calmer.
"Okay." I sniffled. I heard him sigh into the phone. I picked up ex-cherry popper and tossed her to the ground I would have to throw out the trash tomorrow.
"So on a scale of one to ten, how much trouble am I in?" I had to know.
"It's bad baby. Go to sleep, I'll call you in the morning." He sounded so exhausted. I was exhausted to but I was also afraid.
"Do you still love me?"
"Yes baby, of course I still love you. Go to bed." I said okay and he hung up. I now felt even worse, it seemed like he was so disappointed he couldn't even talk to me. I cried myself asleep, hoping that he would be better in the morning.
I slept in till noon the next day; my bed had always been like a sanctuary for me. A safe place where no harm would come to me. I finally managed to get up and shower. I knew I needed to call Edward, but I was too nervous. I didn't have long to be nervous, Edward's name buzzing on my phone alerted me.
"Hello" I answered.
"Good morning honey." Oh good I was still his honey.
"Good morning." I think he sensed that for the time being he was only going to get one or two-word replies out of me so he took charge.
"Baby, I am very disappointed in you and your actions last night, but I want to discuss that with you later. Right now I need you to do me a favor and go to my house, there is an envelope with paperwork that I need you to fax me. It's in my upstairs office."
"Edward, I don't have a car, and I've never been to your house, I don't even have a key."
"I sent a car for you, this is highly important. I put a key on your key ring before you left. I wanted you to have it if there was an emergency. My address is 124 Beverly Park Circle, Beverly Hills. Call me when you get there so I can walk you through."
"Okay." I said confused.
"Thank you sweetie." With that he hung up.
I don't know why but it made me uneasy going into his house. I mean yea we were in love, but I had never even stepped foot on the property before. Of course my mother was all a twitter about how Edward Cullen movie star sent a car to pick me up.
When I arrived at the vast iron gate, I called Edward to get the code to let the driver and myself in. Thankfully he picked up on the first ring.
"I don't have the gate code."
"Its 0914" I punched in the code and the gates began to part. We drove up the long driveway, if I thought his house in Italy was impressive this just shadowed it. It felt monstrous; it had four high columns and stretched out with huge ground to roof windows. I think the reality of my future just set in and I was overwhelmed. I said a polite thank you to the driver and made my trek up to the daunting impressive door.
I put the key in the lock and opened the door to a cascading staircase, looking up I saw this beautiful stained glass dome overhead that shed in the light from the outdoors. I felt like Bell exploring the castle in Beauty and the Beast, it wasn't until Edwards's voice spoke that broke me from my wonderment. Oh that's right he was still on the phone.
"Bella, go up the stairs, go to the door on you far right." I did as I was told. I opened the door to huge master bedroom that might have impressed me if I didn't see what was waiting for me.
Edward walked forward and my heart stopped.
"What are you doing here?" I gasped.
"I came here to punish you." He was so calm it was scary.
"Are you crazy, you flew seven thousand miles to punish me?" My voice may have screeched slightly.
"It's actually only sixty-three hundred miles." He corrected me, " and it wouldn't matter if it was ten thousand miles I would come because I want to make it clear to you that no matter how far away I may be I will always be ready to correct your actions. I will always be here when you need me."
He crossed to the bench in front of the bed and sat down, waiting.
"So that's the only reason you came, for your pound of flesh." I accused.
"No that is not the only reason, but I will not continue until this is done. Come here."
Just like the first time I couldn't find my legs to make them move toward him.
"I am not coming to get you this time, and the longer you stand there the more upset I will be and the worse it will be for you." I walked slowly over to him and started to try to place myself for my impending doom. He stopped me, standing me in front of him. He began to unbutton my jeans and pull them down with my underwear. If I had been standing here for any other reason I might have been turned on. But alas this action just scared me more.
He placed me in position my pasty white ass on display for the world. "Isabella, why are you in this position?" he asked.
"Oh come on already, now I have to give you a dissertation too." I really needed to learn to control my mouth he began raining down harsh smacks. "I will continue until you answer me properly." My own stubbornness held me there, until it hurt so much I had no choice but to give in.
"Alright, Alright." I gasped out. He paused. "I…" I was confused. Just why again was I in trouble. "I don't know why I'm in this position honestly. I bought a product from a reputable store, a product I might add that many women and even some men have used throughout the creation of said products birth and yes I did plan on using this product as consumers often do with products they buy. However when my boyfriend expressed concern for product, I threw the offending product away. So no I don't see what exactly it is that I have to be sorry for."
Edward laid a hand on my ass, I immediately tensed. "What was your reason to buy said product?"
Oh crap that's right. I couldn't help myself, I knew I was about to regret it but I couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth, "Cherry popper had decided to man up and finish the job you started."
Oh crap instant regret. "Really so you feel that a piece of plastic will give you the pleasure you seem so desperate for?"
"I'm sorry, I was out of line, and I didn't mean it. But you're not exactly helping matters here with your constant refusal. Do you know what that does to a girl with already low self-esteem to constantly be shot down by her sexually advanced boyfriend?" I accused.
What he did next had me reeling, he took a finger and pushed it inside me, and he brought it out again and pushed it back then he added two fingers I let out a yelp it hurt worse than the spanking. Then he added three, I cried out, "Oww stop. Stop" He instantly removed his fingers. "That is why I haven't taken your virginity. My body sagged and I started to sob. What was wrong with me, there had to be something wrong.
He picked me up and held me to his chest. "I wanted to wait to come back to the states so you could see my doctor. Bella, since the first time I put two fingers in you I knew there was something amiss. If I had just greedily took what I wanted from you, you would have been in horrible pain. Do you think I want you to be in pain when we make love? I have tried to pleasure you in every other way, but your stubbornness has been my undoing. After last night I knew I couldn't wait any longer, because you were turning to drastic measures. I called the doctor from Italy and she is coming over first thing in the morning to examine you. I have been talking with her and she is pretty sure she knows what the issue is."
"I've never been fully examined before, Edward. I don't think I'm going to like some stranger rooting around in my who-ha."
"It will be ok, I will be with you the whole time if you like." He kissed me on the forehead.
"What happens if there is something really wrong and I can never have sex?"
"Bella, stop freaking yourself out. Whatever the issue, we will work on it together."
I called my mom to let her know that my errands ran long and that I was planning on crashing in L.A. not a complete lie since technically Edward's house and my apartment just happen to share the same county. I was crazy scared for what this doctor was going to tell me tomorrow. Edward could feel my tension and tried all night to relieve it with distraction, it didn't work and finally he gave up and put me to bed. Of course sleeping wasn't easy, but Edward held me and rubbed my back until he could hear my soft snores.