With each step toward Edward’s room I grew more afraid. I didn’t know what his punishment was going to entail. I knew it wouldn’t be any better than Charlie’s brand of punishment. I just had no idea if it could be worst, but I had a feeling it would. He didn’t need to hold back like Charlie had. Edward had no one to answer to.
He opened the door to the room never stopping as he pulled me into the bedroom. He stopped me next to the bed. He picked up the books he bought for me from the nightstand and walked over to a picture on the wall. He took the picture down revealing a wall safe behind it. He opened it then turned back to me.
“You do not deserve these Isabella. You will get them back when I decide.” He put the books in the safe and locked it before hanging the picture back up.
Then he turned me so he could unzip my dress then turned me back to face him.
“Strip, now,” he ordered.
I stepped out of my shoes and slipped the dress straps down from my shoulders. Then I slid the dress off and stepped out of my panties. I stood in front of Edward waiting for his next order.
His eyes were growing dark again as they traveled my body. I could see the anger and another emotion I had seen earlier when he was kissing me on the bed. He stepped forward and slid his arm around me pulling me against his chest while his other hand tangled in my hair pulling my head back so I looked up into his face.
“Do you remember on the sofa tonight Isabella? You said you were mine and only mine. Remember?”
“Yes Edward,” I knew my voice was shaky. “I remember. Only yours.”
“Well your outburst showed me that you don’t fully understand what that means. I think you need a lesson to prove that point,” he growled at me. His voice was so deep with anger and emotion.
“Before tonight is over there will be no doubt in your mind that you belong to me. You will know that I own you Isabella. I can do what I want with you when I want and you can never tell me ‘no’. When I say ‘jump’ your only response will be ‘how high’?”
He continued to drive his point home to me gripping me tighter against him.
“I will train you in every way and you will learn. Every time you make a mistake I will punish you. Every time you complain about your life I will punish you. Every time you display any emotion other than what I allow I will punish you. I own you and you will never be able to forget that.”
I couldn’t stop the tears from forming and rolling down my face. I knew crying made him angrier, but I couldn’t stop. I was terrified of him right now.
“Open your mouth to me Isabella,” he demanded as he leaned in to me.
I did as he said and he attacked. This was not a kiss. It was an assault. He held me against him in a vise and had my head in a death grip. I had no choice but to comply. He ravaged my mouth with his sucking my lower lip into his mouth and bit down hard drawing blood.
He finally released me so I could breathe and let go of me.
“Stay,” he ordered. He made me sound like I was a dog.
I didn’t know where he thought I would go. His family was downstairs. I was sure they would stop me from leaving the house and where would I run? Back to my father and brother? I had nowhere to run. He knew this. I knew this.
He went into the closet. When he came back out he had several ties with him. I guess I knew what was coming next. He threw all but one of them on the bed.
He pulled me back into the sitting room and over to his desk. He spun me around so my back was to him. He tied my hands together before turning me back to face him. He then unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the belt loops on his jeans.
“Tomorrow after we get your things from Charlie’s we will need to get the proper supplies for your future punishments.” He smiled wickedly as he made the next statement. “You can help me pick them out Isabella.”
“Please Edward,” I cried, “I’m sorry for yelling at you. You asked me what I was thinking. You told me to tell you the truth. I only did what you told me. Why are you doing this?”
He pulled me roughly against him. “Yes, I asked what you were thinking. However, your little outburst only showed me that you still think you have a choice and that you think you can be disrespectful towards me. Tonight is going to prove that you don’t have any choices and you will only address me with respect from now on.”
He pulled his chair out from the desk and sat down before pulling me down across his lap.
“Edward, please don’t do this,” I cried. “Please! I promise I’ll be good.”
“Oh I know you will Isabella. After tonight you’ll only want to be good from now on. I promise you that.”
On that last statement he started. He pulled his arm back and swung his belt. He whipped me repeatedly across my backside. I was already bruised from the two spankings I’d gotten from Charlie and James so there was no endurance even for the first strike.
I was screaming and sobbing uncontrollably. He never let up. After what seemed like forever he finally stopped. He raised me up and pulled me into his lap before standing. He carried me back to the bedroom and laid me on the side of the bed.
I watched with wide eyes while he proceeded to unbutton his shirt and jeans stripping down to his boxers. He then pulled me off the bed.
“Get on your knees Isabella,” he demanded. “Stop crying!” he yelled.
I fell to my knees in front of him gulping air trying to stop my sobs. He pulled his boxers down so that I was faced with his erection.
“Open,” he demanded. In that moment he sounded just like James.
I did as he said and he pushed his penis into my mouth. He gripped my head guiding my movements and I licked and sucked him just like I’d done for Charlie and James. I continued to work him and he tilted my head back to look up at him.
I still had tears streaming down my face. He was staring at me with my lips wrapped around his penis bobbing up and down at his direction when he suddenly pulled me off him.
“Oh God,” he whispered.
I didn’t understand. I knew he wasn’t anywhere near ready to cum. He pulled me up to stand and turned me away from him. I sensed him kneeling down behind me. He was inspecting the results of my whipping. I couldn’t stop the whimper and I pulled away from him as I felt his hand brush over my backside. I was in more pain than I had ever felt in my life.
He gingerly kissed each cheek before standing back up. I felt him untie my hands. Then he turned me back to him by my shoulders. He picked me up and laid me on the bed. My eyes were full of fear and I started sobbing again. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me next. I was shaking uncontrollably.
He looked down at me and reached to brush my hair back. I flinched before his hand made contact. He pulled back like I bit him. He sighed and went into the bathroom. I heard water running. He came back out and reached for me. I screamed in fear. I didn’t know what he was going to do.
“Hush Bella,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I cringed in his arms. I didn’t believe him. He took me in the bathroom and I saw the bathtub was filling with water.
My cries were getting louder again. I knew he was going to drown me. I remembered James talking to Charlie about the girl that couldn’t be trained.
“Please don’t kill me,” I cried as I stared at the bathtub in fear, “I promise I can learn. I’ll never be bad again. Please I want to be your wife. I want to make you happy.”
I thought I heard a sob come from him, but I knew that couldn’t be true. He would never be sorry for what he had just done to me. I refused to look at him. I was afraid of what I would see.
He stepped into the tub still holding me in his arms. I was too afraid to fight him. I was crying so
hard now I was having trouble breathing. He wouldn’t need to drown me. I was going to suffocate myself.
He sat down and laid me against him with my back to his chest. He turned off the water and wrapped his arms around me holding me while I cried. When I finally couldn’t cry any longer he reached for the bath gel and washcloth. He squirted the gel onto the cloth and started rubbing it across my shoulders and down my arms. He washed my breasts briefly and down my stomach to my legs.
“Pull your knee up Bella, please,” he asked softly.
I did as he said and he washed first one leg and then the other. When he was finished he turned the water back on and used the handheld shower attachment to wet my hair. He squirted shampoo in his hands and washed my hair massaging my scalp. He was still careful to avoid the bump from this morning. After he rinsed the shampoo he massaged conditioner in my hair then rinsed it out running his fingers gently through my hair to work out some of the tangles.
He let the water out then stood lifting me in his arms again. He stood me on the rug while he pulled several towels out of the cabinet. He quickly dried himself before wrapping the towel around his waist.
Then he turned me around and used one to dry my hair before working to dry my body. When he was done he took my brush from the counter where I’d left it before dinner and sat in the chair in the room setting me on his lap. He never spoke while he brushed out my hair. He worked gently to remove any tangles. I never felt a tug on my scalp.
When he was satisfied he’d removed every tangle he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. He used the hand under my knees to grab the comforter on the bed pulling it down.
He laid me toward the middle of the bed then removed his towel before climbing in with me. He pulled me into his arms and held me stroking my head.
“I’m sor-“ I started.
“Hush Bella,” he stopped me. “It’s ok. I swore I would never hurt you and that’s the first thing I do. Just go to sleep.”
He kissed the top of my head and continued stroking my hair as he hummed me to sleep.