Edward bit back a cry of despair as they drove up to the club.
It was charred beyond belief, the structure barely standing.
"My God in Heaven," Bella whimpered at his side.
"Stay here. Don't get out of this car—" he turned to her and gave that look "—I mean it. Don't you step a toe out of this car."
He gave her a quick peck on the lips, another swift warning look and exited the car.
If anything happened to her—if Tim was around . . .
His neck and shoulders tensed and something inside him said to lock the doors, so he did.
She'd be safe for now.
There were police milling about, fire fighters, and Rose, Emmett and Jasper were speaking to various individuals, filling out reports.
Alice was missing.
Edward strode up to Jasper. "Where's Alice?"
"At home. I had Carlisle come over to keep an eye on her," Jasper replied.
"I'll drop Bella off there and be right back."
Jasper nodded, Edward got back in his car, and right as he was about to depart, an officer rapped on his window.
Edward rolled it down.
"We can't let you leave, sir," the officer said.
"I'm taking her home real quick and I'll be right back—you have my word," Edward told him.
The office nodded and waved them on.
When Edward glanced over at Bella, he could see why the cop let them go.
Bella was sobbing uncontrollably, and looked ready to burst into screaming fits.
"I'm taking you to Jasper's place. Alice is there, and my good friend, Carlisle. He'll keep you both safe until I get back to you," he told her.
She shook at his side, silent; her fear was palpable.
"I don't want you to go back there," she whimpered.
"I have to."
"But if Tim . . ."
He reached over and placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed.
"There are police all over the place. If he did this, I'm sure he's long gone," he said in a reassuring, gentle tone.
She shifted toward him. "No, he'd stay. He's sick like that. He'd want to watch."
"And what would you suggest I do as part owner of this establishment? Hide? They need to inform me of the particulars of what's happened. I need to be there," he reiterated.
"Will you text me and tell me what's going on every chance you get?"
"You know I will."
She hooked her fingers at the first set of joints over her collar and hung them there as if it was strangling her.
"It'll be fine. I'll be back soon, and you and Alice can visit." His knuckles popped on the steering column and the wheel made that squeaking leather sound when he turned too sharply, which he had. He was jumpy but trying to hide it for her benefit.
She was probably right. Tim might be responsible, and might be there lurking, observing, and probably whacking off over it while remaining hidden in the shadows.
But he couldn't think about that right now. All he could focus on was making sure she was safe and out of the way.
"You know Tim's there—that's why you're dumping me off somewhere else," she murmured, her head down, eyes cast on the floor.
"Bella . . . It doesn't matter. You need to do this for me," he said.
"Why? Why can't I be with you? I'll be sick with worry over you. I won't be able to talk to Alice—I'll be a nervous wreck, praying for you, watching my phone, crawling out of my skin to get back to you!" She was breathing so hard, she was close to hyperventilating.
"Sweetheart, take a deep breath."
She did with a stuttering gasp.
"Now, close your eyes." He pulled up into Jasper's driveway.
After her eyes were closed, he leaned in close and stroked her back. "I'm inside you, right now. Breathe into it—let the image stick in your mind—the way I felt moving inside your tight cunt."
She shivered and blew out.
"Good. I know you feel me still there. It tingles, and it takes over your mind and then your body." His hands roamed down her spine and she melted into his touch. The way she shaped herself into his hands was mesmerizing. Beautiful, glorious creature . . . "I want you to go inside, visit for a few minutes with Alice. Find out what she knows about the club, and then you lie down and rest. If you can't sleep, then I want you to journal for me. Write until you can't write any longer, and then try to rest again. If you still can't rest, then you are to eat something and visit with Carlisle. He'll keep your mind occupied. These are your instructions. Got 'em?"
"I do, Sir."
"Good girl—making me proud as usual," he lilted. He kissed the tip of her nose and she offered a weak smile in return.
"I'll miss you every second. I'll worry, but I trust you." She exhaled in a pitiful little whimper.
"I'll miss you, too, every second as well. I love you. Do as I ask, and we'll both be much better off. We'll get through this," he said and then he was out of the car, helping her inside.
He shared his instructions quickly with Carlisle, thanked him for keeping an eye on his girl and he was off, back to the club.
His heart about ripped out of his chest when he saw Emmett huddled over, tucked into Rose's arm. It was obvious he was crying. His entire mammoth frame was shaking.
He squared his shoulder, set his jaw and stepped out, ready to deal with whatever they told him.
"Edward," Jasper waved him over.
He walked over and paused when he heard the firefighter mention the words, "Burned female body."
"What did he just say?" Edward asked Jasper.
"Apparently, they found a woman screaming, locked in the ladies room. They got the door opened, but she died shortly after. She was cut in her femoral artery with a severe gash also on her forehead. She was attacked." Jasper paused. "And before she lost consciousness, she named the person responsible for harming her and the fire."
"Let me guess . . . Tim?"
"Yeah, but that's not all," Jasper said, turning to the side for a little privacy.
"Turns out he's a silent owner in another BDSM kink club, and he was pissed their business wasn't thriving like ours was. He's not a sadist at all. The man's completely psycho."
"You got him?" Rose's voice carried.
"Tim?" Edward jumped and whirled around.
"Yeah, they caught him!" Rose and Emmett rushed right over to their side.
"How? Where?" Jasper said through a cough.
The smoke was still lingering in the air.
"Oh my God! Don't freak out, but he came to your place," she told Jasper. "The police were watching it just in case, and when he came to the door, Carlisle immediately started throwing punches. Alice called 911, and the police in the vicinity took him into custody right away. He's been hauled off already," Rose said. "That officer over there just told me. He has more details. You might want to go to talk to him." She pointed at a squat blond man, on his CB in his car, rambling off facts as quickly as possible.
Edward pulled out his phone, called Bella right away.
He had to make sure she was okay.
"Edward?" she answered after the very first ring. "Are you hurt?"
He chuckled. "No, I'm fine. The question is, are you all right? Did Tim touch you?" His chest tightened and he wheezed at the very thought of Tim being anywhere near her.
"No, he never even saw me. I was lying down like you told me to when he came to the door. I didn't know what was happening until Alice came into my room and was dialing for help." She exhaled. "I know it probably sounds weird, but I was relieved."
"Why would you be relieved?"
He could hear her smile in the her breath and the way her voice started off all sweet and light. "Because I knew Tim was away from you, and now we knew where he was. I hoped that maybe this time we'd get him."
Two officers were approaching. "Hey, I've gotta go, but I wanted to see how you were doing. I'm so glad you're okay. I'll be home soon, hopefully. Love you."
"Love you, too."
They ended the call and Edward was set on the task of filling out all sorts of paperwork, being told where they would go from here, what needed to be done, and the list went on and on.
Insurance would contact him very soon.
When they were finally done giving their reports, Rose, Emmett, Jasper and Edward almost huddled in the parking lot together.
"I'm done with this business," Jasper began. "I want out. Whatever money I get from insurance, I'm using it to build a future for Alice and me. No more clubs for me."
"I was thinking the exact same thing," Edward replied. "It was fun, and I loved it, but it's not for me anymore. I don't need this."
Emmett grinned. "Not me."
"What?" Edward's brow furrowed. "You were the ass trying to get out of this business. You didn't want much to do with it at all until Rose came along."
Emmett nudged her. "Yeah, and she brought it back to life for me—showed me what it was supposed to be like for me. We love it. Rose and I just talked about it—we'll be opening up a new club with a broader mix of clients. We want more femdoms, people that are heavier into the lifestyle, sadists, masochists, you name it, we'll welcome them. We've already got several ideas to work from." Emmett grinned.
"Sounds good, man. I wish ya luck," Jasper said.
They all shook hands, Rose thanked them profusely for giving her a chance to even be involved in the club, told them how much they'd changed their life, and they all parted ways.
Edward drove behind Jasper and the second Bella was back in his arms, he whispered, "We're eloping this weekend. Tell me you're good with this."
She kissed him and melted into his hold. "Sounds perfect, only, can I at least pick my own dress, Sir?"
He chuckled. "Do any damn thing you want as you long as you wear my collar and say I do."
She smiled and his entire body lit up and became so warm and gushy, he thought he might need her to carry him back to the car.
The wedding two weeks later was a simple affair. Only Rose, Emmett, Jasper and Alice were in attendance, and Vegas nightlife was loud and interesting.
Though Edward didn't want to leave the room much, and Bella . . . Well, she didn't have much of a choice, now did she?
She was very often tied to the headboard, gagged and naked, dripping as she mewled in a pleading tone for her release.
Edward could barely keep his hands and teeth off her.
She was so marked, she practically had to dress in a nun's habit to exit the room.
Another good reason to stay in.
"Please, God, now!" Bella arched and whined.
"Tell me again first—who owns you?"
"You do, Sir!"
"And is this straight sex? Just about a dick in your tiny cunt?"
"No, n-no, Sir," she stammered, her head lulling from side to side.
"It's more. Tell me how much more," he said, his fingers probing her G spot while he yanked on the chain attached to both her nipples with his teeth.
"It's . . . Oh, gaaaaaawddammit! Please!"
"Uh uh. Tell me . . . You may not come until I hear the words." He couldn't get enough of hearing her say what this meant to her.
"It's you. It's me. It's a deep connection no one can break," she said as if by memory. "It's what I was searching for, what I craved."
"But you don't crave it anymore? Shame . . ." He tugged really hard on the chain and she squirmed then made a strangled moaning sound.
"I do. So much."
"All the fucking time, Sir. I want you endlessly."
"Why? Isabella, I need to know why," he coaxed.
She swallowed hard, her head tipped back so she was staring at the headboard. "Because I love you, and you do things to my body no one else ever could. You understand me, Siiiiir," she slurred at the end as he prodded that G spot even harder.
"And what did it do to me when you used to fight me and pretend you didn't really want to be a beautiful submissive woman?"
"You said it almost broke you inside," she answered.
"Because you love me, Sir."
"Because you are everything to me. You gave me a soul—never forget that. Now, do you think you deserve to come?"
"Mmhmm." The pitiful sound and the feeble head nod were all he needed.
"How many times?"
"As many as Sir will allow," she said, swallowing and gripping hard at the ropes around her wrists.
"Are you ready for me? Ready for my thick cock to nestle inside you and take over?"
She thrashed for a moment then spread her legs as wide as they would go. "Yes, God! Please!"
"Such a sweet little whore, begging for it. Opening her legs for her Master. I'm pleased you've made yourself available to me this way and are dripping already. Makes it so much nicer this way."
He released the clamps on her nipples simultaneously. She gave an expected appreciative moan of pleasure and he dipped his head down to taste her gushing sweetness, rather than suck at her tits.
They were already red from earlier when he'd bit them after he flogged and fucked her so hard, she fell asleep almost directly after.
Now she had her energy back, and it was time to push her a little further.
"You want my come? Say it," he growled.
"I do, Sir."
"You want it inside your pussy?"
"Yes," she said.
She was ready.
He pushed himself up and rammed himself inside her engorged tissues.
"Jesus Christ!" she burst out with a yelp.
"Let's talk kids," he said, her head almost hitting the headboard with how hard he was pounding her.
"Oh, God," she moaned, but it sounded pained.
"Is your pussy too sore?"
"No, Sir. I'm green."
"Then what? You don't want to talk about a family?" He ran his tongue across the seam of her lips and they parted as she released a sigh.
"N-no, Sir, we can talk about it, but I'm not ready to have them yet."
"Why? You love me, I'm gonna take care of you. I want you at home, not working, and I want you pregnant. What's the problem?" He rubbed his chest across her tender nipples and she moaned even louder, her eyes sliding up in her head.
"I c-caaan't think when you're in me like this, Sir."
"Yes, you can. You just answered with a damn essay about what I mean to you and why this isn't simply fucking for us. Now, tell me what's in your heart. You love me?"
"You know I do," she said, her eyes suddenly glaring at him like this was not a subject he should ever tease her about.
"You like kids?"
"I do, but . . ."
"Isabella . . ." He pulled out and she choked on a whimper and stared at his glistening cock in disbelief. "This better not be about your parents. I'll handle them."
"I want my mom to at least be on good terms with me so she can know her grandkids," she blurted.
He smiled and ran his hands across her inner thighs then pinched his way up to her clit.
She gasped when he pinched the bundle of nerves. He stared at the gorgeous pink organ.
He smacked it with the flat of his fingers.
"She will be."
"How?" Her back arched off the bed as he gave another smack.
"Wanna come first and then I'll tell you?"
"No, Sir. Tell me now, please," she said, barely above a pleading whisper.
He stared at her. Such a magnificent angel at his fingertips, and all he could think about since she said "I do," was how to get her pregnant and to quit working.
"She talked to me last week. I told her we were eloping, and she was happy for us," he began.
"Bastard—why didn't you tell me?"
"Bastard am I?" He slipped three fingers inside her and pumped in a slow, exaggerated motion, making sure to drag right over that G spot.
She tightened predictably.
"Bastard's don't give orgasms, do they? And do they want children with the women of their dreams?"
"No." She narrowed her eyes and kept them trained on his fingers.
"Well, what should we do with this naughty girl? She hurts me by not wanting my babies and doesn't trust me to take care of her, involve her parents with grandkids, and—"
"I'm already pregnant," she said, biting her lip directly after.
"What. Did. You. Say?"
She swallowed, blinked and went motionless.
"Answer me now," he said, voice soft but firm.
"Are you mad?" Her eyes misted.
"Mad?" He grinned. "You're arguing with me about kids when you've already got one inside you? Are you doing this on purpose to get punished?"
"Spanked," she corrected.
"You like those spankings too damn much," he teased.
"I do. You fuck me really hard afterward and then you get really cuddly," she said, beaming at him. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just thought honeymoon first, and I found out right after the club had burned down. I was waiting for the right time." She tried to shrug, but her arms were stretched out too much for that. "Please tell me you really do want this, and you weren't just messing with me."
"Bella—mind kink is one thing, but this—this is important to me. I wasn't messing around." He dropped several kisses onto her lower belly then sat up and released her hands.
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"No, but men don't usually ask for kids, Sir." She handed him her wrists since she knew he'd want to massage them, kiss them and attend to them.
He lavished affection on them, stroked them and the conversation slipped into where to go from here.
"I want you to quit working," he said.
"I do, too."
"Yeah, I . . . Well, I like the idea of being at home so I can be there for you whenever you need me," she admitted.
"That's my girl." He rolled her into a straddling position. "Ride me."
"Excuse me? Did my Master just tell me to take control?" She smirked.
He smacked her ass. "Now, little miss smart-mouth."
"With pleasure, Master." She exhaled with a lush, erotic sound and when he fondled her breasts she almost orgasmed.
"Are they sensitive because of the pregnancy?"
"Yeah, I think so," she said, eyes trained on his. "But I didn't want to say anything because even though it hurts some, it feels so goooood."
She rolled her hips deeper, pushed on his chest and he gripped her hips. Even though she was on top, he still controlled her speed, her angle and put her where he wanted her.
"We'll have to change some things so I don't hurt you," he said.
"Mmm . . ."
Her eyes were closed and she appeared totally zoned out.
"I'm talking to you, subbie."
"Shhh . . ."
"Shit, you did it. Now . . ." He rolled her off him; put her on hands and knees. This was it. Now or never. He reached over to nightstand, grabbed the lube and that anus was his.
She never yelled so loud, and he never loved anal sex this much until it happened with his wife.
He'd make sure they had more first like this—with a lifetime to come of fantasies to unravel, it would never get old or boring. And it would never be simply fucking again. It was more. She was more.
And because of her, it all mattered more than ever.
So, there you have it. Thank you so much to my pre-readers and beta, Shenaniwhatagans.
I appreciate all of you taking a chance on this story, reading, reviewing and rec'ing. I learned so much by writing this one, and I'll never forget the friendships I've made in the process.
I went back and fixed some issues in the first few chapters, and down the road I'll probably do another edit of this story and tighten it up even more; fix the remaining things that are off. For now, I'll just apologize for any inaccuracies I had at the beginning of the story. I was still in the early stages of learning about this amazing lifestyle, and continue to be in awe as I continue to expand my knowledge. It truly takes my breath away…