Bella and Edward lay entangled in Edward’s playroom bed as time stood still. As a way of getting to know each other, they played a game of twenty questions. It surprised Edward at how many interests the two of them had in common. Damn, why didn’t they meet sooner? Yeah, they lived on the other side of the country from each other until recently. Then he had a thought that upset him. Had he already failed her?
The change in Edward’s face caused Bella to become concerned. “What’s wrong?” she asked, rubbing the frown lines that had to appear across his forehead.
Knowing that this relationship wouldn’t work without his complete honesty, he sighed deeply. “I should have sought you out when I came to Seattle to revoke his membership. You were also a member of my club, and I should have ensured that you were okay. I am so sorry.”
“Edward, what he did wasn’t your fault. The membership process was one of the most stringent in the area. Some clubs I checked into before coming to The Twilight Hours, didn’t even have a simple physical requirement. God knows what goes on in those establishments. You flew all the way across the country to give your vote in person. That means you take responsibility, as the owner, to ensure that they adhered to the rules that were set forth to by all the members.”
“But I should have personally sought you out to see if I could do anything for you,” he muttered.
Bella slowly began her feather-soft caresses over his face, storing to memory every inch. He wasn’t just good-looking on the outside, he was good on the inside. He was being truthful and had been trustworthy during their time in the playroom. She needed to be the same because she wanted this relationship to last. “I wouldn’t have seen you. By the time I got to the hospital, I had lost a significant amount of blood. Some cuts were deeper than the others, which is why some scars are so grotesque.”
“They are not grotesque,” Edward said, looking down at them. Yes, they were scars, but they didn’t take away from her beauty.
“We will agree to disagree on that issue,” she shrugged. “After the surgeons finished stitching me up and a blood transfusion, I was in my room trying to come to terms with what had happened when his parent’s attorney showed up. He advised me that the police would do nothing about the attack and that I needed to keep my mouth shut or certain pictures would be released to the media.”
“WHAT!” Edward growled, not believing what she had to endure after the vicious attack. “Where was your family?”
“My parents died when I was a senior in high school,” she choked out. “And I don’t have any other living relatives.”
“Oh, baby,” Edward cooed, pulling her closer to him. “Who took care of you after they passed?”
“I was eighteen and since I was legally an adult, I was able to remain in our home,” she explained.
“But who was there to comfort you when they passed?” Edward asked.
“Rose and her family,” Bella answered with a smile. “They tried to get me to move in with them. However, I wanted to stay in my home. So when his attorney threatened me, I knew I couldn’t face people seeing pictures of me in the playroom. Not that I am ashamed of it, but because people would take them out of context.”
It is unfathomable that someone would do such a thing to you. “It was you who were injured,” he growled. His mind devised a plan to bring him and his family down. He knew who they were and they may think they are an elite echelon, yet they were nowhere near as rich or powerful as he was.
“He comes from a very powerful family and prestige and reputation mean everything to them. I knew I didn’t have the resources to fight them, so when they offered the agreement, I accepted,” she shared, feeling lighter to have told him her secret.
“What was the agreement?” Edward inquired.
“If I kept my mouth shut, I would receive a large lump sum payment,” Bella murmured. “I know I can trust you not to repeat this conversation. Rose knows a small portion of it, but she doesn’t even know the extent of my injuries. She was on holiday with Emmett at the time of the attack. By the time she returned, I was already out of the hospital and the agreement had been signed.”
I did not shock Edward that they had used that tactic to shut her up. “So you were all by yourself in the hospital?”
“Yes, and his attorney was very aggressive,” she answered, moving even closer to him. She could feel his body shaking and his heart was beating faster. He was clearly upset. “Are you upset with me?”
Kissing the top of her head. “Of course not, but that motherfucker and his family are a completely different story.”
Bella couldn’t help but smile at his outburst. They had only known each other for a few short hours, yet she could see herself falling hard for him. She could feel his protectiveness for her each time he touched her. This was what Rose didn’t understand. The connection between a Dominant and submissive. This is what she had been missing all these years. Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly.
“Wow, I didn’t know I had a wild animal in my playroom,” Edward joked.
“Sorry about that. I was nervous about meeting everyone, so I skipped breakfast,” Bella confessed.
Pulling away so he could look at her face. “It is after five in the evening and you haven’t eaten all day?”
“Yes,” Bella replied, lowering her eyes.
“Eyes up, little girl,” Edward commanded. Damn, he just put her through a strenuous scene, which entitled her to burn lots of calories. When she looked up, he could see she already knew her mistake. “I will not punish you because we have not formally gone over our limits and signed a contract. However, this will be your one and only warning. You are to consume three healthy meals per day. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” she mumbled, tears threatening to escape her eyes.
“Better. Now let’s get up and get out of here. We need to shower before Rose and Emmett get back because, baby, we smell like sex,” he chuckled. “Then you need food. Do you want to go out or stay in?”
Bella thought for a few moments. “Stay in, but can we eat on the deck?”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea. I will have Mrs. Cope prepare us something, and maybe we can go over some paperwork while we wait,” he said. He could hardly wait to get his collar around her gorgeous neck. He needed to call his jeweler and see if he had something that would be good enough for her. She deserved only the best.
“And we need to talk about what we are going to tell Rose and Emmett, if anything,” she muttered. This was so new and she didn’t want to hear the third degree from Rose.
Edward reached out and stroked her arm. “Hey. We are doing this together and if you want to keep it between the two of us, I will go along with that.”
“Fuck!” Bella groaned as her pussy quivered at the thoughts of how he could satisfy her.
“Later, I promise,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. We should leave before I decide to keep us here all night.”
Walking naked, hand in hand, they left the playroom. Edward knew if they showered together, it would lead to another round of sex and time was getting away from them. “As much as I would love to shower with you, I think we need a few minutes alone to center ourselves.”
“I think that is a great idea,” Bella confessed.
Edward leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Damn, so fucking sweet. God, please go.” His resolve was melting by the second.
Bella gave him a wink before turning to walk toward her room, making sure she wiggled her hips. God, it felt so good finally to feel like her old self again.
Edward had to grab a hold of the doorjamb to keep himself from following her down the hall. He felt like an addict, and she was his fix. When she had finally disappeared into her room, he finally was able to let go and head to the shower. God, he loved his shower and he couldn’t wait to share it with Isabella. It was large enough for three people, with frameless glass partitions and doors. Large slabs of marble were used all over the floors and walls, even the built-in benches. It had two wall shower heads and one rain shower head centered in the ceiling. Standing under the rain head he allowed the water to flow over his body. With one hand on the wall, he reflected on the fantastic afternoon he’d had with one of the best submissives he’d ever met.
Damn, it shocked him when she admitted she hadn’t had an orgasm since her last Dominant/Submissive relationship. After the attack, she had not been in a relationship with anyone, but she still adhered to the rules that were standard in her community. Isabella Swan was born to be a submissive. Then a thought hit him that made sense of the confusing feelings he had been feeling since the moment he touched her hand. They were destined for each other. The realization of this fact made him weak in the knees. He had already told her he wanted to try a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, and then it hit him. He didn’t just want to try; he wanted that type of relationship. In society’s eyes, their age difference would raise a few eyebrows. He was thirty-eight, almost thirty-nine next week. Something he hoped his family would forget about with all the pre-wedding activities. Bella, no, he couldn’t call her that; she was his Isabella, was twenty-two, a sixteen nearly seventeen-year difference.
As a multi-billionaire, he had been named one of the city’s most eligible bachelors for five years running. Since he only had submissives, it was rare to see him with the same woman more than a few times. When he needed a date for an event, he would have his submissive go with him. The paparazzi would go crazy yelling out how long they had been dating, if they were going to get married and if they were living together. News coverage of the vultures was tame to what they were in real life.
Over the next two weeks, the paparazzi would be everywhere, except here on the Cullen Compound. Edward had the best security company in the world G4S. They were a UK-based ex-military security company that protected the wealthiest families globally, as well as providing other security needs. He had electronic and physical security guards stationed at the gate, at his parent’s home, at his home, and his office. Isabella had already said that she didn’t know if she wanted Rose to know about them. How long did she want that? He didn’t want to avoid her. Damn it. He wanted the fucking world to see that she was his and his alone.
“Edward,” Bella called out. She had finished her shower, dried her hair, and dressed in a short white lace baby doll dress. When she slipped her feet into her favorite pair of Louboutin Rosapetra jeweled sandals, she felt sexy. She couldn’t wait to see Edward’s expression when he saw them—deciding on not wearing any makeup other than a thin application of mascara and lip gloss. Spraying herself with her favorite perfume, she headed out to find Edward.
Walking next door to his bedroom, she sighed at the sight of his massive bed and the room’s overall decor. Unlike her room, which was light and airy, Edward’s was in a dark color palette. Deep shades of the blinds and wooden ceilings give it a mystical charm. Damn, it was so fucking sexy, just like the man who slept here every night. She couldn’t help it when her pelvic muscle clinched at the thought of him naked on the massive bed.
“Well, shit. I just ruined my panties,” she muttered. Wandering towards the sound of a shower, she walked into the gigantic bathroom. Her new condo had a fabulous master bath, yet this one made it look like a bathroom at a Motel 6. She loved everything about it, from the double marble top vanity, enormous sunken tub situated in front of a large window overlooking the water, and the shower. Oh my, what a shower. It was large enough for at least a half-dozen people, though it had just one right now. Edward. The man was a god, no, he was something better. He was a Dominant, a Dominant who could be trusted. This was what she had been looking for and hoping for, for such a long time. She knew Rose would question the quickness of what was happening between the two of them. However, Bella’s heart and soul knew that Edward would never harm her. He had told her he was a strict Dom, something that she needed and craved.
Edward had been so lost in his thoughts, so much so that he didn’t hear Bella call out his name. Turning off the water, he turned to see her standing in the bathroom dressed in a short white lace dress. A thought hit him like a wrecking ball, Bella walking towards him dressed in a long, white lace dress carrying a bouquet of flowers. Her eyes glistening with unshed tears and a smile full of love. “HOLY FUCK!” he thought. Where did that come from? He had never wanted to be married. His life was full of work, family, and his lifestyle. There was no room for a wife. Shaking his head, he reached for the towel and began wrapping it around him, never taking his eyes off Bella.
Bella gave him a mischievous smile as she raked her eyes over his entire body, spending more time on his thick, hard cock. Fuck food. She wanted to feel him inside of her again. She was so wet. She could feel it dripping down her legs.
He stepped in front of her, grasping her hips and pulling her up against his towel-covered cock. “Do you think it is polite to watch someone as they shower, little girl?”
“No, Sir,” Bella answered, biting her lip.
Damn, did she know what biting her lip did to him? Leaning down, he captured her mouth in an all-consuming kiss, his tongue delving deep into her hot mouth, mating with hers. She hiked her leg up over his hip, aligning her pussy to his dick. Breaking from her lips, he kissed and nibbled along her jaw to her ear. “If I rub my finger along your heat, will I find it wet for me?”
“Yes, so wet,” Bella moaned.
“Hmm, I need to make sure,” he advised. As he continued to kiss, nibble, and suck the sensitive skin of her neck, he reached down and flipped up her dress. When he got to her lace-covered pussy, he found it was in fact wet. It was dripping. “Oh, little girl. Are you dripping your hot cum on my floor?”
“Sorry, Sir,” she groaned, as she clenched her pussy muscles.
Edward slipped his finger under the lace and stroked her swollen clit. He could feel the heat of her tight hole and his cock twitched at the thought of being buried balls deep. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she cried, her orgasm on its apex, ready to explode to a million pieces.
“Whose orgasms are they?” he asked, his voice husky and hot against her skin.
“Yours, only yours. Please, Sir,” she begged.
Suddenly, his finger left her pussy and his lips left her neck. Taking a step back, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. “Yummy,” he said. “But I want you hot and needy when we go over our limits.”
“But,” she began, so aroused that she knew it would take just a pinch to send her over the edge.
Edward raised his eyebrow at her. “Do we have an issue?”
Bella lowered her eyes. She was hot and bothered, but he was right. Her orgasms were his to give. He was her Dominant and he had shown her in the short amount of time together that he wouldn’t take advantage of her. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Better,” he said, taking her hand. “Come watch me dress, and then we will work on our limits until dinner is ready.” They walked hand in hand into the bedroom and into his large walk-in closet. It was made from dark rich wood and had enough hangers, drawers, and shelves for every article of clothing.
Directing her to a large cream ottoman, he helped her sit. As soon as her ass was on the plush stool, Edward took off his towel, giving Bella a full view of his enormous, erect cock. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing that he had been as affected as she had by that kiss. He turned and picked out a pair of grey slacks, slipping them on, scant any underwear.
“Commando?” Bella explored.
Edward looked over his shoulder and gave her a crooked grin. “Well, you could lose those wet panties and we would be even.” After making that comment, he went back to getting dressed. When he had finished buttoning up his shirt and slipping on a pair of his favorite Italian loafers, he looked in the mirror and tried to tame his hair. He got his unruly locks from his grandfather. He once told him it was what made his grandmother fall in love with him. Chuckling over the memory, he ran the brush through his hair one last time before giving up. Turning back to where Bella was sitting, he found her standing with a naughty smile on her beautiful face. He watched as she closed the distance between her lace panties dangling from her right index finger.
“I would say we are even, Sir,” she said, then turned to walk out of the closet, leaving a stunned Edward.