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Chapter 6 **Beginnings**
**Edward
Cullen**
It was nearly eight a.m. when I checked my alarm, noticing that the
heavenly smell of bacon cooking had my stomach rumbling. Unable to contain my
sudden hunger, I quickly stumbled out of bed and took the world's fasted
shower.
Knowing, I'd be taking a quick jog after breakfast, I slipped on a black
t-shirt, a pair of khaki cargo shorts, and my trainers. I was downstairs and
ready to face Isabella in record time.
She was standing at the stove, dressed similarly to myself in a t-shirt
and a pair shorts. I couldn't help but notice her dark hair was wet from her
own shower and pulled into a messy ponytail. Isabella seemed so at home
standing there humming a tune while she hovered over a pan of scrambled eggs.
Standing in the doorway, I simply watched her, all the while loving how
comfortable she looked. Absentmindedly, she lifted one Converse-clad foot and
used it to scratch the back of her bare calf - this only emphasized the length
of her legs and put me into an Isabella-induced haze of yearning and lust. My
thoughts were so focused on the stunning girl in my kitchen that I was shocked
when I heard my name being called loudly from the breakfast nook.
"Morning Edward," Alice chirped from where she was curled up
in a chair and sipping at a mug of coffee. Isabella startled a little from
Alice's shrill tone.
"Oh… good morning, Sir," Isabella replied cheerfully before
turning toward me. Her eyes seemed to drink me in, and I caught her looking me
up and down. She gawked openly at me a bit longer than was appropriate. I might
have laughed at the obviousness of her perusal, had I not felt so smug. By the
time her eyes reached mine, a knowing smirk had spread across my face - it
wasn't hard to figure out that she was eye-fucking me.
A blushing Isabella huffed as though she were almost offended by the
implication of my gaze, but there was no denying it. I cocked a challenging
brow at her, daring her to deny that she hadn't molested me with her dark eyes.
As much as she tried to frown, I couldn't help but notice the repressed
smile tugging at her lips.
If that was the reaction I got for dressing casually, I decided I was
definitely dressing this way more often.
After our silent debate, she licked her lips then shook her head
admitting defeat and went back to stirring the eggs. When the oven timer and
toast finished at the same time, I was worried Isabella might become
overwhelmed.
"Alice… put the magazine down, and get up and help Isabella with
breakfast," I commanded sternly. Isabella's eyebrows shot up to her
forehead, and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth. Was it wishful
thinking, or did she look aroused?
No way - I was
sure I was mistaken.
Alice huffed petulantly before going over to the counter to take the pan
of hot biscuits from the oven.
Minutes later, Isabella had a feast sitting in front of the three of us
- bacon, eggs, biscuits, toast and sliced fruit, with coffee and juice.
"I know it's a lot, but I wanted our first breakfast to be special.
Unless you both want a big breakfast every day, I'll just do something simple,"
Isabella commented sweetly.
"This is fantastic, but I think on most mornings a small breakfast
will suffice," I agreed.
"Mmm, this is fucking delicious, Bella," Alice moaned
appreciatively. I fought the urge to scowl at Alice's use of Isabella's preferred
nickname. I had no right to be angry about it, but it was something I needed to
speak to Isabella about later.
The supplies Isabella requested weren't going to be delivered until
around noon, so after breakfast I encouraged her to go for a swim or check out
the stables while she waited. The horny perv in me hoped she'd slip into a
skimpy swimsuit and take advantage of the nice weather and warm water.
Unfortunately, Alice insisted they see the horses, denying me the
opportunity to add to my little bank of Isabella fantasies.
Once we'd cleaned up the kitchen, Alice dragged Isabella away, wanting
to show off Jasper's new horse, Little Darlin'. She was one of many retired
race horses our family had rescued. Some had been abused, and neglected so we made
sure to give them special care so they could enjoy the rest of their days.
Before deciding on a jog, I knew I needed to check on Dad. It turned out
he was doing well, and that he would need some surgery, but it wasn't cancer or
anything life-threatening. I honestly didn't know how we would have gotten
through if things hadn't turned out so well.
I sat for a moment just simply thinking about everything - Isabella,
Dad, Alice and Jasper's wedding, my postponed visit to Onyx with Emmett and
Rose, but mostly I thought about Isabella. I hoped I'd done the right thing in
putting those two together. Alice could be a bit overwhelming at times, so I
hoped she didn't put Isabella off with her feisty personality.
In the distance, I saw Alice helping Isabella onto 'Late Bloomer,'
Esme's horse. She was a good beginner horse, very calm and sweet, but images of
Isabella flying off and being trampled kept flashing through my mind. The
thoughts were probably irrational, especially with Late Bloomer, but I couldn't
help but worry.
By the time I'd run down to the stables, Isabella was already saddled up
and had Late Bloomer trotting around. My sister came out from the stables,
riding on her horse, Jem, without a care in the world.
I checked to make sure Isabella wasn't in earshot before I told Alice
off.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked, whispering
angrily.
"Riding my fucking horse, asshole," she quipped indignantly.
"You didn't ask me if you could take Isabella riding," I
pointed out.
"I told you I was taking Bella
to the stables. What did you think we were going to do?" she replied as if
I were the biggest idiot on the planet. Fuck her - she was pissing me off,
mostly because of the way she emphasized Isabella's nickname - rubbing it my
face.
"Are you coming too, Sir?" I heard Isabella question from
behind me. My face softened before I turned to look at her. I was about to say
no until I saw the hopeful look in her eyes.
You want to
ride with me, pretty girl?
"I suppose I can spare an hour or two. You girls go on, but wait
for me at the head of the trail, so we can take it together," I conceded,
loving the bright smile my words brought to my sweet girls face.
My own horse, 'Magnum,' was a beast. As tall as I am, I almost needed a
step ladder to climb up top. Several minutes later, I had him saddled up and
ready to ride.
Thankfully, Isabella and Alice had listened to my instructions and were
waiting for me to accompany them.
The trail was several miles long, and I didn't want to be out in the heat
too much, so once we reached the half mile marker, I insisted that we head on
back. Isabella agreed easily, mentioning that she was hungry again, but Alice
was annoyed. She wanted Isabella to see a few of the special places on the
trail - the wildflower meadow and the waterfall that emptied into a grotto-like
swimming hole. Both were worth the trip, but more than two miles ahead of where
we were. Besides, I'd have rather shown those things to Isabella while we were
alone than with Alice in tow.
By the time we got back, we were all sweaty and hungry. We each went off
to take showers, and while the girls finished up, I made us a few sandwiches
and some chips for lunch. Once they returned, I could help but notice the flush
on Isabella's face. She was glowing, like she'd just been freshly fucked. What were you doing in that shower, pretty
girl?
While we were eating, Isabella's supplies were delivered. I had them
brought to my now-empty office. Eyeing the wall that would serve as Isabella's
canvas, I tried to imagine what it might look like when she finished. Of
course, I was no artist, so I was certain anything I imagined wouldn't do
Isabella's work justice.
Assuming she'd be eager to get started, I headed mentioned that she'd
need to begin by prepping the room, so once lunch was finished, she and Alice
thanked me and went off in different directions - Alice to her room and
Isabella to my office.
Wanting to give her privacy to work, I went and tried to keep myself
busy. After I'd waited nearly four hours, she finally popped out for a break
and some fresh air. At that point, it was almost time for dinner. Thankfully,
Isabella noticed the hour and didn't return to the office, opting to make her
own way to the kitchen to begin looking through the fridge and pantry for
something to cook.
Alice was nowhere to be found, so I assumed she was probably off
somewhere private, on the phone with Jasper or something. Thankful to have
Isabella alone, I was ready to begin phase one of my seduction plan. This step
was important because I needed to regard Isabella carefully - gauge her
reactions to my slightest touch and every subtle suggestion or insinuation. As
much as I wanted to just drag her to my playroom, or even just to my bed, I
knew I couldn't, I had to be patient.
Patience - it was something I had to teach myself in the last few years.
I'd waited this long, I could wait a few more weeks… and if I played my cards
right, maybe days.
She was still standing there trying to decide what to cook when I
quietly came up close behind her. My mouth was mere inches from her delicate
neck. "After that fantastic breakfast, I'm excited to see what you come up
with for dinner," I complimented in a low, seductive tone. Isabella seemed
to shiver a bit. The temperature wasn't the slightest bit chilly, so I could
only assume her reaction was based on my proximity.
"I'm… s-so glad you liked it, Sir, and I appreciate you letting me
do this for you. It makes me feel a lot better to be able to make myself
useful," she replied, sounding a bit breathless.
"Well, Isabella, the
pleasure is all mine - I assure
you," I replied coyly. Since I was still behind her where she couldn't see
me, I studied her openly and without reservation. As soon as I noticed her bare
arms were covered in goose bumps, I couldn't help myself - with a feather-light
touch, I trailed the tips of my fingers over the pale flesh of her smooth arms.
Isabella froze. Quickly, I recovered.
"Are you cold, Isabella?" I purred.
"Uhh… n-no, Sir... I… umm…," she stuttered anxiously, trailing
off. Am I making you nervous, pretty
girl?
"What's for dinner? I'm starved," Alice interrupted excitedly
as she sauntered into the kitchen.
Isabella cleared her throat and moved away from me toward the fridge.
Quickly, she began pulling out various items.
"Umm… I was thinking of making some kind of Mediterranean pasta
dish with chicken and vegetables. Does that sound okay?" she asked
hesitantly, still looking flushed.
"That sounds perfect," I agreed, looking at Isabella hungrily,
wishing that she was the meal. I couldn't wait to feast on her pussy. I knew it
would be so sweet.
"I'm not picky," Alice chimed in, voicing her mutual
agreement.
"Okay, well, I guess dinner will take about forty-five
minutes," Isabella announced before focusing on the task at hand.
It didn't take long to realize that Isabella was a gifted cook. Her
grilled, honey-balsamic chicken with asparagus and farfalle pasta was to die
for. After eating way more than we intended, Alice and I both insisted that
Isabella make it again sometime. She blushed lightly at our praise, only making
me want her more.
Once we'd cleaned up after dinner, Alice bid Isabella and me goodnight
before heading up to bed. Happy to have some alone time with her again, I hoped
she'd stick around for a while before going to sleep.
I invited Isabella to join me for a chat. She seemed a bit nervous but
agreed, following me into the den.
I turned on a little music in the background, and then joined Isabella
on the couch. As much as I'd preferred to have my body pressed against hers, I
resisted, choosing to sit on the opposite end.
"So, how did you enjoy your first day here?" I asked
curiously.
"You have no idea how much I've enjoyed myself," she replied,
beaming at me.
"It's been nice to have guests, I must admit. The house has been
mostly empty this year - after my senate term ended, I had no need for most of
my live-in help. So now, I only have a couple of housekeepers who come in twice
a week to clean up, a landscaping company to maintain the grounds, and a horse
trainer who comes by four or five times a week to care for the horses."
"Wow, so you live alone in this huge place?" Isabella
questioned, sounding surprised.
"Not anymore," I replied coyly with a smirk. "Would you
like a drink?" I questioned, heading over to the wet bar.
Before she went to open her mouth to protest, reminding me of her age, I
clarified, "soda or juice?"
"Umm… a Coke, if you have it, please," she requested, sounding
relieved by my offer. Isabella it seemed had an aversion to alcohol. Rather
than call her out on it, I simply stored it away as something I could talk to
her about when we were a bit more comfortable with each other.
As I was pouring our drinks, it dawned on me that Isabella had stopped
referring to me as 'Sir' every time she opened her mouth. As much as I loved
the respectful way she spoke, I could only hope that this meant she was
becoming more at ease with me. Thinking of names, though, brought up the fact
that Isabella still hadn't given me permission to call her Bella. The thought darkened my mood slightly, but I didn't want
Isabella to notice, so I gave her my best smile.
Isabella stood to accept the drink I offered thanking me politely,
before positioning her plump lips against the glass to sip at the dark liquid.
Wanting to have composure, I forced the thoughts of Isabella's lips wrapped
around my cock to the back of my mind. I would need them tonight for when I
would lube up and fuck my hand. That was when my fantasies of Isabella would
run rampant.
Fuck, my cock twitched in my shorts and I had to force the naked
thoughts away again. I mean, it was one thing for me to slowly seduce my sweet
girl, and a whole other to gallivant around my house with lust in my eyes and a
tent in my pants.
"I have a few ideas for the painting already," Isabella
announced positively. Thankfully her words redirected my train of thought and
helped me will my cock to soften.
"Wonderful and I'm sure I'll love anything you do," I
complemented sincerely.
"Thank you. It's easy to be inspired in a place like this. You
already have some much beautiful artwork." She sounded so reverent, as
though her stay here was a gift from the heavens. It was certainly my dream
come true.
"I'm glad I could inspire you, Isabella,"
I admitted. Having no words the sweet thing simply nodded and finished the rest
of her soda.
"May I be frank with you, Isabella?" I asked, trying hard not
to sound as nervous as I felt.
"Of course, Sir." She replied.
I'm 'Sir'
again. My request must have caught her off guard.
"I couldn't help but notice you asked Alice to call you Bella, and
I…" I began before trailing off. I realized that anything I was about to
say was going to come off making me sound like a petulant child. I certainly
didn't want to give that impression. Isabella must have sensed my inner
turmoil, because she recovered for me quickly.
"You can call me Bella if you want, but… I umm… I like it when you
call me Isabella," she admitted,
anxiously before biting her lower lip. I smiled, and she continued, "I
mean, you umm… you treat me like an adult, and ask my opinion, and stuff.
Everyone else acts like I'm this fragile
little human. When you call me Isabella, I guess it makes me feel like…
like… I don't know."
She looked away from me, embarrassed and blushing beautifully. Even
though I was wishing that she'd finished her sentence, I'd never wanted to kiss
a woman more than I did in that moment. Briefly, I closed my eyes to gain my
composure.
"Isabella it is," I agreed, my voice sounding tight with desire.
Our eyes met at the same time, full of curiosity, questions, and definitely a
bit of lust.
If this
innocent girl knew how I wanted her, would she run?
I stepped closer to her, wanting to touch the delicate, pale skin of her
cheek bones, but before my hand could even close the distance between us, the
tall grandfather clock in my den struck midnight. Isabella and I both startled
at the sound.
"I guess I should get some sleep," Isabella suggested,
glancing at the clock.
I knew what I was about to do was cheesy as fuck, but I just couldn't
resist. "Goodnight, Isabella,"
I purred. Grasping her hand gently, I leaned forward and kissed the back while
gazing into her eyes.
Her breathing quickened and her chest was heaving, but she wasn't the
only one affected. Luckily, I was still wearing those thick cargo shorts, or my
cock would have burst through to get to Isabella hours ago.
"G-goodnight, s-sir" she stammered and turned when I let go of
her hand.
She was but a few feet ahead of me when I added mischievously, "One
more thing, Isabella-"
"Yes, Sir?" she whispered softly, looking so nervous and
innocent, biting her lip.
Inwardly, I crossed my fingers, hoping I didn't get slapped for what I
was about to do. I took a step forward and reached up to smooth my thumb over
her plump bottom lip until she released it from the confines of her teeth. A
small sound escaped her throat - like a whimper. Leaning forward until my lips
were almost touching her ear, I whispered, "Please call me Edward."
"Edward," she replied breathily, looking as if she'd just
tasted a new flavor on her tongue.
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