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Edward is trying with all his power to stay away from Newton Outfitter's, but Jasper seems to have other plans for him.

Chapter 4

Resistance is Futile

EPOV

I tried with everything that was inside of me to stay away from Newton's and Bella, but Jasper wouldn't have it. Every damn time I turned around, he was sending me there to get some kind of bait or something equally ridiculous.

I was standing looking over all the different types of life jackets when Bella walked into the store. She didn't even notice me and I tried not to notice her. I hadn't really paid attention to her body the last time I was in here, but now that I really had a chance to look, I took the shameless opportunity to. She was rocking the fucking curves.

I watched as she rounded the corner and bent down to pick something up off the floor. Her ass was well displayed and greatly appreciated. I estimated her to be about a size fourteen. I had fancied the idea of a thicker woman, but never had one. Tanya and the rest of my baby girls had always been on the thinner side. I tried to help them gain weight by adding weight bars and different things to their diets, but it never seemed to work. I assumed their metabolism was too high and burned off all the access during one of our scenes.

Bella, on the other hand, had a nice round ass, a flat stomach, thick hips and thighs. I looked up as I analyzed every inch of her body, noting the ample chest she had too. She wasn't showing anything, but you could tell she was a good D cup through her T-shirt. In that moment, all I wanted to do was rip the shirt open to have a look at the cleavage I knew she had. I would give anything to see the mounds of her creamy white chest.

I casually adjusted my now semi hard cock and cleared my throat in the process, alerting her of my presence. She stood up and turned around, looking at me.

"Ms. Swan," I said trying to get control of my voice that now sounded slightly higher than usual.

"Mr. Cullen," she said blushing.

I had to clear my throat again. The blush ran down from her cheeks and disappeared into the collar of her shirt, sparking thoughts of seeing her naked and wondering how far the blush actually went. I turned on my heel and left the sporting goods store. There was something far greater that had to be tended to.

I hopped in my car, slammed the car in drive, and squealed out of the parking lot. I was doing a solid hundred and one as I rounded the small curve before slowing down to actually make the turn into my driveway.

The whole way, I thought about Bella and images of her in all types of outfits. Ones with pigtails in her hair and school uniforms, but then there was ones where she was naked lying before me. Oh, her naked was the best.

I pulled into the garage and quickly pressed the button, shutting the garage door. Once the car was off and the door was shut, I released my cock from it's confide. I closed my eyes and let visions of Bella's curvy body play behind my eyelids as I grabbed my rock hard member.

I used the pre-cum on the head as lube and stroked my shaft as the visions of her played out.

I could see her standing in a room at the college with her back to me and her skirt, like the catholic school girls wore, showing off her thick thighs. Her hair was divided and tied with ribbons in pigtails. As she slightly bent over the table, I could see the pretty little pink panties she had on underneath the small skirt.

"Does Daddy like?" she purred.

"Daddy wants more," I replied.

Bella turned around and hopped on the table, spreading her lushes thighs for me to see her. She took her hands and ran them down her thighs, rubbing them around and coming closer to the spot I so desperately wanted to be.

"I've been a bad girl, Daddy," she said.

"You see, I was at school when the need hit me after seeing you walking down the hall, but you couldn't be bothered. So, I took things into my own hands," she said looking down at her hands.

"I couldn't wait and used my hands to pleasure myself, but I shouldn't have because all of my orgasms belong to you. Daddy, I'm so sorry to disappoint you, and I know I need a good spanking for what I have done."

"Yes, you do," I replied walking over to her.

"I still yearn for you. It didn't help," she replied.

"Let me see," I said rubbing my hands down her thighs and into her pink panties.

"Hum, just like I thought," I whispered. She was wet and swollen already; I slid my fingers into her core, gathering her juices.

"Baby Girl, is all this for me?" I asked.

"Every last drop," she moaned as my fingers stroked her walls.

"Why didn't you tell Daddy you needed some attention?" I asked.

"I was afraid you would get mad at me. I hate disappointing you," she sighed.

I removed my fingers placing them in my mouth.

"You did disappoint me, Baby Girl, but don't worry. After your spanking, it won't happen again," I stated.

She nodded, knowing now was not the time to speak or have an attitude. She had misbehaved and would soon have her spanking.

"Turn around," I demanded.

She hopped off the table, turning around, once again to put her full ass in my view. I lifted her small skirt and rubbed her ass cheeks.

"Who do your orgasms belong to?" I asked still rubbing her ass.

"My Daddy," she replied.

"That's right, and did Daddy give you permission to have an orgasm without him?" I asked landing a warmed up spank to her left cheek.

"No, Daddy," she whimpered a little.

It wasn't a hard smack, just enough to prepare her body for the harder ones to come.

"Will you ever do it again without my permission?" I asked.

"Never again, Daddy, I promise," she replied.

"Good," I said.

I spanked her five times after the warm up. When the last one hit, Bella moaned, causing my already hard cock to twitch. I wanted to thrust into her so badly, but I had to punish her first. And, I wasn't going to reward her for not following orders.

I decided that I needed help with my climax because she had already had one.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said.

"You're welcome, Baby Girl. Now, on your knees. Daddy didn't find his release today, and he is in terrible need," I said looking at her.

She fell to her knees in front of me and worked my dick out of my pants. It didn't take her long to place my hard cock into her warm mouth.

"So good," I moaned as her tongue swirled along the head of my cock.

I watched attentively as she sucked, licked, and worked her mouth up and down my shaft. I pulled her pigtails, forcing her to look in my eyes as she continued to swallow my dick.

"Such a good Baby Girl," I cooed.

"You make Daddy such a happy man," I grunted as her teeth scraped the length of my shaft.

"Just like that Baby," I grunted as she did it again, causing me to cum down her throat.

I sat back in the seat, completely spent and feeling guilty for even allowing myself to indulge in the pleasurable thoughts of being her Daddy. I know it was only a fantasy, but I didn't want to be that person anymore.

I stomped in the house, cursing Jasper for once again being right. But, I was bound and determined to prove him wrong.

~MFIR~

The next couple of weeks were relatively uneventful. I called Jasper and told him I wasn't running anymore of his errands. If he wanted a new life jacket, he was going to have to march down to Newton's and get it himself. He laughed at my expense and hung up. I hadn't heard from him in weeks, and a part of me was beginning to get a little nervous about that. He said that Bella was good for me, but what if he also thought Bella was good for him too? He was currently without a Baby Girl, and I didn't want him corrupting her, nor did I want him to have her.

I had to go to the store to get something when I passed Newton's. Bella was walking from the store to her rusted old truck when she tripped and fell. I quickly whipped the car into a spot and rushed to see about her.

"Are you all right?" I asked rushing to her side.

"Yeah," she whispered.

"Are you sure because you fell pretty hard," I said trying to help her up and look her over at the same time.

"I'm sure. This isn't my first rodeo," she said dusting her sweat pants off.

I looked at her attire and noticed, once again, that she wasn't showing off her assets, but trying to hide them.

"This is so embarrassing," she said not even looking at me.

"I'm a klutz. I fall all the time. If I wasn't so stupid, I would have seen the damn hole in the pavement."

"You're not stupid," I replied.

"You're not stupid," I whispered.

I couldn't believe she considered herself stupid for falling down or tripping over the hole in the pavement. We've all had moments.

"I am," she sighed.

I stood there, shocked.

"Apparently, everyone is right about me not being able to do anything. I can't even walk to my truck," she sighed again.

"Thanks for helping me up," she said walking away from me.

I stood there, still speechless. Was her self-worth that low? Did she really think she couldn't do anything?

I turned on my heel and headed back to my car. I gathered the things I needed from the store, but was still concerned about Bella. The majority of my time was spent thinking about her and shamelessly masturbating to images of her being my Baby Girl. I felt so guilty that I had. But, what if she could benefit from some aspect of my lifestyle? Maybe not the punishments, but could she gain the confidence I felt she needed?

It was that very moment that I decided I would find out everything I could about her. What she wrote? Why she wrote it? Was she lonely? And, most importantly, if she loved herself and knew that she was somebody no matter what. I was now a man on a mission.

I called Jasper to tell him my latest revolution. I didn't call him to hear him laugh me under the table, but apparently, there was something extremely funny about me wanting to learn more about Ms. Swan.

~MFIR~

The following week, I spent my afternoons watching Bella coming and going from Newton's, and every day, she walked passed my car with her head down. She didn't display signs of being an overly confident person. She would often bump into others because she wasn't watching where she was going. Of course, sometimes I thought people could have moved out of her way instead of insisting she move from theirs.

I watched Bella for several days and noticed how she dressed. Bella was a beautiful girl, but she never took pride in herself. She never wore makeup or fixed her hair. It was always in a ponytail. She either wore yoga pants or sweats, and her T-shirts were rather worn and tattered. I was quite shocked that Newton's wouldn't require her to wear something better to work. She was always clean and relatively neat, but still took no pride in herself or body, whatsoever.

I was startled by the knocking on my window. I rolled down my tinted windows to see Jasper standing there, smiling.

"Homework," he asked, opening the passenger side door.

"Something like that," I replied.

"Learn anything yet?" he asked.

"Lots," I replied.

"She doesn't have much of a self-esteem," he mused.

"I can tell," I said watching her through the windows of Newton's.

"You should go in there and talk to her," he said nudging my elbow.

"Yeah, maybe," I said.

"Why are you acting all shy? This isn't the dominant I know," he stated.

"I don't know," I replied. I didn't know why I wasn't making my move. With all the others, I had approached them right off the bat, learning about them by dating. When I finally told them about my lifestyle, they already liked the way I treated them. So, it was a no brainer for them to stay, and our relationships would progress into the Daddy and Baby Girl relationship. I never went in guns blazing, and I always gave them a choice to be with me once they learned about my lifestyle.

"Go," Jasper demanded.

I climbed out of the car and walked into Newton's. I stood at the counter and waited for Bella to come around. She walked over to the counter, not even looking, and bumped into me.

"Sorry, I …" she stopped.

"It's okay. Hum … I was wondering if you would like to have coffee with me?" I asked.

"Hum, I don't know," she replied biting her lip.

"What's there to know about? All I want is coffee and maybe to get to know you. I don't know that many people in town, and with my new fishing hobby, I need a friend like you," I said trying to get her to come along.

"We don't have a coffee shop, per se; we could go to the diner," she said still worrying, biting her lip.

"Stop with the lip thing," I demanded.

Her biting and licking her lip with her tongue was driving me wild inside, and if she didn't quit, I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from kissing her.

"Okay," she whispered letting go of her lip.

"When do you get off?" I asked my inner perverted male snickered at the pun.

"In five minutes," she replied.

I decided to wait while she excused herself and did a couple of things around the store.

"I'm ready," she said gathering her things and walking over to me.

"Good," I said walking behind and trying not to watch her ass sway as she was walking. I stepped in front of her and opened the door, allowing her to pass in front of me.

We didn't say anything as we made our way down the strip of stores. The diner was on the end. I opened the door for her again. I caught up to her and lightly placed my hand at the small of her back, guiding her to a booth.

I stopped and waited for her to slide into her spot. Once she was in her spot, I walked to the other side and slid into the bench seat across from her. I picked up the menu that was in the between the napkin dispenser and the salt and pepper.

"So, tell me something no one knows about you?" I asked looking over the menu briefly.

"Oh, umm, I don't like Nutella," she said.

"Well, that's interesting. Why not?"

"I don't know," she said.

"Tell me something everyone knows?" I asked.

"I'm the police chief's daughter," she said as the waitress came along to take our order.

"What can I get for you guys?" the waitress asked winking at Bella.

"I will have a coffee with cream and sugar," I said looking over to Bella.

"I'll have a hot chocolate," she said.

"Let me know if you need anything else," the waitress said, leaving the table.

"Tell me something else about you?" I asked leaning back against the seat.

"There's nothing to tell," she said leaning back in her seat.

"I would like to know more about you, but I won't learn if you don't tell me," I stated calmly. I couldn't understand why she wasn't being more open. We had had a better conversation the first day I met her.

"You're not interested," she said folding her arms across her ample chest.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

I hadn't given her any indication that I wasn't interested in being her friend or anything.

"Because the other day at Newton's, you said hi and then left like a bat out of hell," she said getting a little hateful.

I probably turned a little red.

"Uhm, the other day in Newton's, things became very difficult for me to handle," I stammered.

God, what was wrong with me? Sex never embarrassed me before. Why, all of the sudden, did it embarrass me to admit to Bella that the reason I left was because I needed to relieve the pressure in my pants?

"What would be difficult to handle in the middle of a sporting goods store?"

"Someone in that store does things to me and makes my body respond; so I had to leave," I said, confidently letting her know.

I was too far gone when it came to her to go back now.

"Oh my God, you're gay," she said looking wide eyed.

"What?" I asked.

"You're gay," she stated.

I sat there, dumbfounded. How did she get gay out of the whole exchange?

"It figures. Men are like parking spaces: all the good ones are either taken or gay," she sighed.

I sat there staring at her. She was rambling on.

"What's it like being with another man? I've read slash fan fictions, and let me tell you, they are HOT," she said slapping her hand over her mouth.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized.

She had a red glow from her conversation; obviously talking about sex embarrassed her.

"I'm not gay, but I have been with a man," I said.

I don't know why I told her that last little bit of information. I was always honest when asked, and maybe that is why I went ahead and told her.

"What was it like?" she asked slapping her hand over her mouth again.

I chuckled.

"I'm so sorry. I'm curious. I just wanted to know, but you don't have to answer that. Just ignore me," she tried to explain.

She was now as red as a fire hydrant.

"Talking about sex embarrasses you, doesn't it?" I asked.

She nodded.

"How about we shelve that discussion for another time?" I asked.

With her being as red as a pickled beet, I figured I wouldn't get any information out of her on the subject, and I wasn't ready to divulge all my secrets.

"So, tell me about your writing," I said.

She shook her head, telling me no.

"Okay, do you want to know about me?" I asked, and she nodded. The conversation about me being gay must have stolen her tongue.

I told her vaguely about my parents, my last girlfriend, and how Jasper was my best friend. We talked briefly about fishing and all the ways you could cook a fish. All in all, the evening turned out rather interesting,even with me still not knowing anymore about her than I already did.

We parted ways at her truck, and I asked her to go with me for coffee tomorrow.

~MFIR~

We had coffee every day for weeks. I learned all about her parents, and how she didn't have any family left. When she told me that, I confided in her about my own situation and how it was so similar.

I asked her about money and how she manages working only part time at Newton's. She replied with 'I manage and I got a little insurance money from my parents.' I didn't know if she was struggling or how she was making it. I assumed her father had paid off the house before he left, but there was a good chance she had worked more at one point to have accomplished this.

It was pretty apparent that with her clothing options, housing, and vehicle options that she rarely spent money on anything. Even when we had coffee, she would always pay for hers, which was absurd, but she wouldn't ever let me cover her coffee. Hell, I even tried to sneak and pay while going to the restroom once. While I was in the bathroom, she had taken care of it.

I figured she was possibly very independent or didn't know that when a male asks you to coffee or dinner, he usually pays the bill. Both were highly likely at this point.

We were sitting at the diner, and I was secretly plotting another way to pay for her beverage when she pulled me from my thoughts.

"I think I might go back to school," she said looking at me.

"That's great. Do you know what you want to do?" I asked.

She wanted to find something, and I would help her anyway possible.

"No, I don't really have any aspiration except maybe one day of becoming a writer."

"You don't have to go to school to become a writer," I said.

It was a fact. Hell, some of the best never did a day of college, and some had even quit school. It just depended on if you wrote something that was of any interest.

"I know, but my grammar is really bad, and I need help," she sighed.

"That's what editors are for anyway. Ernest Hemingway couldn't spell worth a damn, but he was a damn good writer."

"I know, but my stories," she stopped and didn't finish. This was one topic that was off limits with her. I tried several times to engage her in conversation about it, but every time, she would clam up.

"What about your stories? You know I would help you, don't you?" I asked.

"I know," she sighed.

"Look, I can't help unless you tell me about them. I promise I won't judge you because of them. I know it has taken a lot for you to even tell me about writing because a lot of people give you hell about it. I won't though. I don't care what you write per se, as long as you are happy doing it," I said reaching out to grab her hands, feeling the electric shock I felt every time we touched.

"I want to be better now, not tomorrow, and I can't get into Creative Writing without taking the pre requirements for the class."

"Yes, you can, if you have the professor's approval. Which college are you planning on going to?" I asked. I taught Creative Writing and was the only professor on campus who did. So, the approval would have to come from me, if she went to Peninsula.

"With a professor's approval," she repeated what I had said, and her eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

"Yes, now what college?" I asked, smiling. I was still holding her hand and stroked it back and forth, hopefully encouraging her to open up more.

"Peninsula," she said.

"Consider it done. The new semester starts in a couple of weeks. I expect to see you in class," I said winking at her, which caused her to giggle. It was the best sound in the world. She didn't giggle or even laugh often. Something had come along and destroyed this beautiful girl's happiness, and I was going to do everything to put it right again.

A/N: All right … Jasper that sneaky dog sending him to Bella. Edward still feels guilty for imagining Bella that way. He will come around, I promise. Bella isn't a strong one in this story. She has a very low self esteem and low value of

herself. This is the way I want her, and she is me here. Mike has beaten her into the ground with lies. The rejections she receives from people and constantly feeling like she's nothing are what contributes to her lack of worth. Edward wants to build that up because that is what he does with his Baby Girls. He helps them met their potential. As always be kind and review.