Emmett had just left to pick up Rose at the airport, while Edward finished the last of his paperwork. He attempted to remain focused on the plans for the new club, while still contemplating his plans to make his brother happy. Pulling up the design plans for the club, he couldn’t help but smile in pride.
The name of the club alone meant so much to him, The Awakening. A place to discover and experience the dark sensual desires that exist outside the normal societal boundaries of acceptable sexual practices, wants, and needs. The response had been nothing short of phenomenal from the community that he had been part of for so long. There were a few competing clubs in the area, though The Awakening would be the crème de la crème. His new club would have a longer and more stringent application process, background check, and physicals, as well as substantial dues. The interior designer had submitted her designs and he was contemplating which one best suited his tastes and needs. They were detailed and included everything he had requested in their meeting, yet there was something off about them.
Running his hands through his hair he growled. “Damn it.” Pulling up the two designs that he liked the best side by side, he examined each with a critical eye. He was distracted a short time later when the front gate guard called and informed him that the limo carrying Ms. Swan had arrived and was on its way to his door. He set the designs aside and went to receive his guest, Ms. Swan. After pulling up, the limo driver jumped out to open the back door.
Edward called out as he walked to the door, “I’ve got it.”.
Grasping the handle, he pulled the door wide open. When he looked inside, all he saw was a pair of long, shapely bare legs. He held out his hand and a delicate hand grasped it. He felt an instant attraction that immediately caused arousal to pulsate straight to his cock. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced and concerned him due to his sudden lack of control. As Ms. Swan leaned forward to get out of the car, he was blessed at catching a glimpse down her blouse at her perky breasts, encased in a sexy, lace shelf bra that he knew was La Perla. When she straightened herself up, her silky chestnut brown hair fell away from her face, and he gasped. She was a beautiful angel, with a body made for sin. As he admired her, he imagined her spread eagle on his bed as he worshipped each and every delectable inch of her creamy flesh.
A moan escaped Bella’s lips as her hand was held by a guy who looked like sex on legs. He was tall, with broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw, sparkling green eyes, and full lips. She could almost feel them as they kissed down her body to her instantly swelling clit.
He gently placed a kiss on her knuckles, murmuring, “Hello, Isabella, I’m Edward Cullen.” Once he was done, he raised his head and looked into her warm chocolate eyes. “Welcome to my home.”
Bella had no idea what was happening to her. It normally irked her to be called Isabella, but when it came from those sexy lips, she loved it. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to get down on her knees and surrender right there in the driveway; as crazy as it sounds. Damn, she would look insane if she did. “Thank you so much for having me, Mas,” Bella stammered, almost calling him Master. “Edward. I mean.”
Edward caught her little slip-up, which made his cock twitch. Before he could even contemplate initiating anything with her, he had to tell her the truth about how and what he knew about her past. She had to trust him before she could obey him. “Come, let me show you the house and the room you will be staying in for the next two weeks.”
“Thank you,” Bella whispered.
“Richard, have Michael take Miss Swan’s bags to the Pearl Suite,” Edward instructed.
“The Pearl Suite, Sir?” Richard questioned. Each of the bedrooms in the home, other than the master bedroom, was named. When you had a home with seven bedrooms, it made it easier to determine which one was which. The Pearl was normally not used for guests, so it surprised him that it would be Miss Swan’s room.
“Yes,” Edward replied, as he placed his hand on the small of Bella’s back and ushered her towards the front door. He had planned to have her stay in the room two doors down from Rose and Emmett on the second floor before she arrived. However, there was no way he could be that far away from her. His own bedroom was the best room in the house, second only to The Pearl. To make his previous submissives feel adored, he created the room as a sanctuary. The place let her express her true self, to speak freely to him, hell to tell him to fuck off if she so desired.
Edward’s home had captured Bella’s heart. Despite being massive and elegant, each room was comfortable. He directed her out a pair of french doors to a deck that stretched across the entire back of the home. The view captured the private beach and lapping waves of the sea. It would be impossible for her to get tired of this view ever.
“It is stunning,” she murmured, closing her eyes to let the warm, salty breeze blow across her face.
“It’s exceptional,” Edward groaned. as he swept her silky locks from her face. He wanted, no needed to admire her angelic face. It is impossible to imagine someone abusing the trust which she freely granted? This overwhelming attraction he had to her was confusing to him. It was as if he had been sleeping all his life until the sight of her face roused him from his slumber. The Dominant in him was screaming to possess, control, and dominate her. There was another voice that he had heard before that told him to embrace her and to share not only his playroom with her but his entire life with her.
Bella turned and looked at Edward, then gasped. Instead of looking at the ocean, he was focused on her. His eyes held a commanding intensity that made her heart race and her pussy wet. Soaking in the warmth of his large hand against her cheek, she leaned her head against it. Since the incident, she had shielded herself from men, keeping them at arm’s length and never allowing them to touch her. And yet, here she stood, almost begging him to take her. Why? Looking deeper into his eyes, she saw something there, though she didn’t know what it was.
“Isabella,” Edward said, his voice gruff with want and need. “Let me show you to your room and let you unpack.” He needed to put some distance between them before he did something that he would regret.
“Oh,” she replied, taking a step back to put some distance between them since he was rejecting her. She knew absolutely nothing about this man, hell, he could even be married or have a girlfriend.
As Edward watched her withdraw from him, he resented how he must have sounded. He cupped both his hands around her face and lifted it up for her to see his face as he stepped closer to her. “Don’t pull away from me… We need to talk Isabella, but I want you to be refreshed before we do. Also, Rose and Emmett will be back soon and we need more time than that.”
Once more, Bella leaned into his touch and sighed. She could not help but lick her dry lips as she stared up at him. “I don’t understand what is happening here,” she confessed.
His undoing was seeing her perfect pink tongue come out and moisten her full lips. As he leaned down, he placed a small kiss on her lips, only intending for it to be one, but as soon as his lips touched hers, and he tasted the sweet ambrosia, his dominant nature rose to the surface.
Pushing her against the wall, he grasped her hands and pulled them over her head, all the while he ravished her mouth, claiming her as his and his alone. His tongue demanded entrance and when she opened her lips, he thrust in, dominating her tongue. Small moans of pleasure escaped her mouth as her hips began rubbing against his. As his lungs threatened to burst, he pulled away from her lips and kissed her along her jaw until he reached her ear. Taking her ear lobe between his teeth, he bit down, causing her to cry out. “Fuck, Isabella. Can you feel my desire for you?” he groaned, rubbing his cock on her thigh.
“Yes,” she moaned, throwing her head back. The fire of desire that had been dormant for over two years was rekindled by his touches.
“Look at me,” he commanded. Bella raised her head again and looked into his fiery green eyes. “After our talk, if you still want it, I promise you many hours of pleasure. Come, let me show you to your room before I take you right here in broad daylight for all to see.”
“Is that a possibility for later?” Bella asked, giving him a flirtatious wink. Before the incident, she had been courageous and flirty, she knew who she was, she didn’t overthink everything and she was truly happy at the feet of her Master. The role of a submissive didn’t mean they were meek, far from it. A submissive accepts herself or himself for who they are. They have the ability to talk openly and honestly about what is in their heart, and mind. A submissive continues to grow and sharpen their abilities. With their Dominant, they discover new ways to please and serve them. A successful submissive has the intelligence to think for themselves.
As soon as she turned, Edward smacked her on the ass. “Minx.”
Edward took her hand and began leading her towards the steps. They climbed to the second floor, where he explained the five bedrooms along with a large sitting room. Leading her up the next flight of stairs to the third floor, he pointed out his office, another sitting area, and finally, to the room, she would be staying in. “I named all the rooms so they would be easier to distinguish. This one is “The Pearl,” Edward advised, opening the door wide and directing her to enter.
Bella stepped through and gasped. The room was stunning. The white-painted shiplap boards covered the walls and the ceiling. In the middle was a large pale blue and white ceiling fan. The far wall had an arched opening with french doors that led out to a balcony overlooking the ocean. The oversized king bed was situated in the middle of the sidewall, covered in a duvet of crystal white with pale blue piping. In front of the bed, the wall had two white armchairs with a large ottoman big enough for two to share.
“The ensuite bath is through those doors, with a large walk-in closet,” Edward explained. “Make yourself at home and if there is something you would like to change or need, please let me know.”
“Edward, the room is beyond perfect. I can’t think of one thing I would change. I have never stayed in a room quite like this before, it’s exquisite,” Bella declared.
“Well, enjoy it and if you need anything, I am next door,” Edward advised.
“Next door?” she squeaked. How was she ever going to sleep knowing that he was so close to her? Damn, she hadn’t packed her vibrator.
“Yes,” he answered, giving her a crooked grin. “Why not take the opportunity to relax before Rose gets back.”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea. I didn’t sleep much last night,” she admitted.
“May I ask why?” Edward inquired, concern obvious all over his face.
“I was nervous about meeting everyone, and I never really sleep well, to begin with.”
“Is there a particular reason?” Edward questioned.
“I suffer from nightmares,” she whispered, ducking her head down, ashamed that she was allowing “him” to have control over her still, causing her to admit a weakness.
Edward stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his body. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest as she listened to his calming heartbeat.
“Isabella, don’t allow the past to dictate your future,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Now be a good girl and take a nap.”
Stepping back from his embrace, she felt lighter than she had since the incident. She felt like her old self again, allowing herself to be confident in what she wanted and not afraid of the what-ifs. Looking up at Edward, she smirked. “Are you going to tuck me in, Daddy?”
Edward’s heart skipped a beat. Fuck does this woman know what she does to my poor cock when she says something like that? Age play was one of the areas that he liked to explore with the right submissive. He didn’t want a twenty-four-seven little girl, though it was a huge turn-on to hear Daddy fall from their lips. “Have you been a good girl or a bad girl?” he asked, his voice husky with want.
Biting her bottom lip, she said. “Bad girl. A very bad girl.”
“Bad girls get their asses smacked,” he warned. God, he could imagine her across his lap, her bare ass waiting to be spanked until it was red.
“Fuck,” Bella groaned. This man knew what to say to make her squirm.
“You are a bad girl with that potty mouth,” Edward cautioned. “Now, get to bed.”
“Yes, Sir,” Bella whimpered, her eyes hooded with want and need. There was something about him that screamed domination. Damn, he would be one fine Dominant.
Before the last of his resolve disappeared, Edward turned on his heel and left the room. Walking down the hallway to his office, he closed the door and leaned up against it, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his need to march back to that bedroom and show her just what a bad little girl she was. Striding over to his Italian leather desk chair, he sat down and began to take deep cleansing breaths. He turned his chair and gazed out the large window at Plum Island’s forest.
His great-great-great-grandfather purchased the six acres of land two hundred years ago. He built the first home, which was destroyed in a major storm in December 1839. The next home was built and able to withstand the storm of 1851. His grandparents lived in the home until their death five years ago. His parents had built their home on the property when they got married forty-one years ago, matching the style and architecture of the other home. When he was born, he had been given the piece of land nearest to the point of the island. After he made his first million dollars, he began building his home, which had a view of the water on three sides. His estate was the largest of the three. He never second-guessed himself on why he needed such a large home. His company was on the fast track to being a fortune 500 company and appearance was everything. He enjoyed his solitude and the freedom to enjoy his dominant lifestyle, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about his future since Emmett had decided to get married. The love that was evident between Emmett and Rose was a thing of beauty. Edward had never been in love. He cared for his submissives during their time spent together, however, he never wanted anything more from the relationship other than the playroom. His mother always told him that love would come around when he was least expected. Edward was lost in his thoughts until he heard his phone begin to ring. Looking down at the screen, he saw that it was Emmett.
“Hey,” Edward answered.
“Edward. Did Bella get there okay?” he asked.
“Yes. She is settled in the room and is currently taking a nap,” Edward answered.
“That’s good. The girl doesn’t get enough sleep,” Emmett said. “The reason I’m calling is that Rose and I ran into a college friend of ours. Jasper Hale and his wife Alice are in town for a holiday and want us to go to dinner with them. Do you think you and Bella would be okay for a while longer?”
“Sure. I’ll make sure she is entertained,” Edward replied, as his mind began to race with how he could entertain Bella.
“Great. Tell her that Rose sends her love and will see her later tonight.”
Edward placed his phone back on the desk and began to think how he would broach the subject of his awareness of who she was and what had happened to her. Damn, he wished he could turn back time and had stopped the motherfucker from hurting her.
“RED! RED MASTER!” Bella screamed.
Edward jumped from his chair and ran toward her bedroom. Pushing open her door, he found her thrashing back and forth in the bed, screaming red over and over again. Rushing to her side, he placed his hand on her bare shoulder and urged her to awake. “Bella, sweetheart, wake up.”
Bella was trapped once again in her nightmare of that night. She was tied up to the St. Andrew’s cross and Master had a knife. He made cut after cut, all the while she continued to scream her safeword. His sinister laugh echoed through the playroom. All at once, a voice pierced through his laughter, blanketing her in warmth and security. Shooting up from the bed, she opened her eyes to find Edward by her side.
“Edward,” she whimpered.
“Isabella,” he whispered, reaching out and pulling her into his arms. She molded herself into his embrace and her warmth seeped into every pore of his body. He ran his hand up and down her back and it was at that moment he realized she was naked. When she finally stopped shaking, he leaned back, giving her a smirk. “Sleep in the nude often?” he questioned, with a lightness in his voice.
Bella had forgotten that she was naked, well, almost naked. She hated sleeping in clothes because they made her feel trapped. Grasping the sheet, she pulled it up over her breast, not wanting to show Edward the scars she carried because of that night. “Sorry to have screamed,” she muttered, looking down at the silky soft sheet.
“Isabella, look at me,” he insisted, and when she didn’t, he placed his hand under her chin and raised it so he could look into her eyes. “You don’t need to hide from me.”
“You don’t need to see my scars.”
“I do and I will if you agree to what I have in mind. But first I need to tell you about myself. You know that my name is Edward Cullen, and you should know that I am a Dominant. I have been since I was twenty, so, nearly eighteen years. I also own multiple BDSM clubs throughout the country, one of them being The Twilight Hours, located in Seattle,” he explained, watching her face for the second that she realized that he knew.