Beta'd by Sunshine My Love
I woke up early enough to take a shower before I woke Bella. Today was probably going to be another difficult day and I wanted to make a start on a nice breakfast for her. I knew she liked cheesy omelettes, so after a quick shower I prepared the ingredients and then went to wake her. She was laid on her back with her beautiful brown hair sprawled across the pillows. She looked so peaceful and I almost didn't want to wake her. I went and crawled up on to the bed and started peppering kisses all over her face, eventually causing her to stir.
"Isabella,"…kiss… "baby,"… kiss… "time for breakfast," I said, my kisses becoming wetter.
"Daddy, you're getting my face soggy," she cried, squirming and giggling. It was nice to hear her laughing.
"Time to get up. I'm making cheese omelettes for breakfast," I told her, making her gasp.
"Is it a special day, daddy?"
"No, baby."
"But then why do I get cheesy omelette? We're only allowed our favourite on special days if we've been really, really good for uncle Aro and uncle Caius."
I sighed. She was only allowed her favourite foods a couple of times a year?
"So what did you usually have for breakfast?" I asked, hoping her answer was something more substantial than cereal.
"Sometimes we had fruit and yoghurt, sometimes toast, and sometimes I got to have Captain Crunch. I like Captain Crunch daddy and pancakes too."
"Okay. I'll remember that," I chuckled. At least she didn't tell me she ate Fruit Loops everyday.
"Now that you're here with me we'll have different things for breakfast not just on special days, okay?"
"Okay. Can I have my favourite everyday now?" she asked, her big smile beaming up at me.
I laughed. "Not everyday, but sometimes. How about once a week?"
She frantically nodded her head making me think she would injure herself if she wasn't careful. It amazed me how one meal could make so much difference to someone. I guess when you can eat whatever you want for breakfast everyday like I can you take freewill for granted.
I gave her one last kiss on her forehead then got up to go start breakfast, telling her on my way out, to meet me in the kitchen once she was dressed.
Ten minutes later she walked into the kitchen wearing a pale blue summer dress that Alice had bought for her.
"You look very pretty today, Isabella. I hope you like the clothes that are in your room."
"I do, daddy. Thank you for buying them for me."
"Your welcome, baby, but it was my sister, Alice, that chose them. Now come sit and eat."
"Yes, daddy. Don't forget the ketchup, It's not the same without ketchup."
"Ketchup on your omelette?
"Yeah, silly. It's yummy."
"Okay, If you say so. Here you go." I passed her the ketchup bottle and watched for a while as she squeezed a large amount onto the side of the plate and proceeded to dip bits of the omelette into it before eating it.
"Isabella, we have a lot of things to talk about today, but I have some phone calls to make first. When you've finished your food I want you to go up to your room for a while until I come and get you."
"Okay. I've finished now."
When I looked, sure enough there was nothing left on her plate. She had eaten the entire omelette I had made her which was the same size as mine. She was either really hungry for such a small person or she really appreciated more freedom in what she was allowed to eat.
She left the kitchen table and went up to her room while I headed to my office to call Emmett. I told Little Bell where I would be and to shout for me if she needed anything since I was taking the baby monitor with me.
"Hey, Em."
"Hey, bro. How's it going?"
"Err, Okay I guess. She's doing well considering she had a bit of a break down yesterday. She started to panic about how she would be punished if she forgets the rules I gave her. The Volturi's used to lock her in a small dark room, Emmett. She was terrified."
"Shit, man. She okay?" Emmett asked, concerned.
"Yeah. I was able to calm her down once I assured her that I wasn't going to punish her the same way."
"Did you find out anything else about her life there?"
"Nothing, other than they were only allowed their favourite breakfast on special days. She was so excited that I cooked her a cheesy omelette she ate the entire thing. I'm hoping she'll tell me more today though."
"Did you take her to see mom and dad?"
I cringed remembering the unpleasant experience. "Yes I did, it wasn't pleasant. She got upset at being told she was going to see doctors. She freaked out saying they were scary. She didn't do too badly with mom, but that was over pretty quick because her hymen's intact. Again, with dad, she was scared, but it was only when it was time to take her blood and give her a shot that she really freaked out. That's when we got the most tears, screaming and shouting. The promise of chocolate ice cream seemed to help a little bit though."
"Wow. She really hates needles, huh? Do you think she had a bad experience with doctors?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe. She really wasn't impressed by the whole visit, but neither are a lot of kids. I have to remember that's how her brain works. It was hard to see her so upset and vulnerable."
"Well man, you're taking care of her and that's what she needs. Even if she doesn't always like it, she needs someone that will do what's best for her, care for her and show her how her life could be - how her life should have been. You're doing that, Edward."
"Yeah, It's just...I know how hard this is going to be. She's lived this way all her life, It's how she grew up and I waltz in to try and change her."
"Edward, you didn't just waltz into her life to change her. You walked in to save her from living a life forced on her. She would have been sold to some old guy on the black market who would probably abused her more than the sick bastards who raised her."
"This is going to be painful for her."
"I think it will be for you too, but in the end she'll be okay, and so will you. It will be better than her alternative."
"You're right, man. Thanks. I better go check on her. She's been up in her room a while now. Let Rose know I'll call tomorrow, I'm still not sure if it's a good idea to have her waxed."
"Yeah, I'll let her know. Now stop doubting your decisions and go check on her."
I told him I'd call tomorrow and hung up and went of to find her. Emmett was right. She was my responsibility now and I was going to help her they way I knew how.
I leaned against the doorframe just watching her. She was sat at the desk, up against the big window, overlooking a more isolated part of the grounds, drawing what she could see.
"Hi, baby. What are you up to?" I asked, walking over to sit on the bed.
"Hi, daddy. I'm drawing the trees, see?" She said, holding up her picture.
" Ahh, yes, that's very good Isabella. You draw very well. Do you like drawing?"
"Sometimes I do."
"Can we talk while you draw?"
"Mhmm."
"You know where we went when I took you to see Carlisle and Esme?"
"I don't want to go back there again daddy. I didn't like it," she said, looking up from her drawing.
"Shhh, calm down. We're not going there today, but I work there with Esme, Carlisle and my brother in law, Jasper." Alice and Jasper weren't married yet but I knew they would be some day.
"Does that mean you're a doctor too?"
"Yes, I am, but I'm a different kind of doctor. I help people with how they feel. If they’re always sad, or if something has happened to them, sometimes something scary, I help them." I sighed. This was hard to explain.
"But you don't give needle's, right?"
I chuckled, she really does hate those. "No, baby. I don't."
"So your Dr. daddy?" I laughed again.
"No. People call me, Dr. Cullen or Dr. Edward."
"Oh."
"We do need to talk about names, Bell. You’re the only one who calls me daddy, so when we're out in public, around other people you have to call me, Edward. Can you do that?"
"But, why?"
"Because not everybody is like us, they might not understand. How old are you, Isabella?"
"18."
"You were born 18 years ago, but in your mind you're still a little girl. Whereas other 18 year olds are grown ups now."
"Uncle Aro said I was special. That my daddy wouldn't like his girl to be a grown up."
Fucking Aro.
"You are special to me, baby, but it's normal to grow up, so not everyone will understand that you haven't grown up the same as them. That's why, unless we are with my family, or on our own, you need to call me Edward. You can't suck your thumb either. Why don't you go get your list of rules and write it down to help you remember?"
"Okay," she said, getting her list from the desk drawer and adding the new rule to it.
Now I had to get her to talk about all her experiences with the Volturi brothers. After her meltdown yesterday about being put in a dark room as punishment I knew I had to find out what else she had been through as quickly as possible without pushing her too much.
"Alright, let's go get you some juice and go sit in the den before we finish talking." I stood from the bed and put my hand out for Isabella to take and lead her down stairs where I sent her to wait for me in the den.
I got her a juice box and grabbed myself a bottle of water. I also grabbed my patient notebook and a pen to use as we talked as well as a separate notebook and pen for Isabella to use. When I walked into the den Isabella had sat her self down on the couch with her blanket so I sat in the opposite armchair. I planned to have a ‘session’ with her everyday, but as she wasn't one of my normal patients, I wasn't entirely sure how to go about it.
"Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Did you like living at the Volturi house?"
"Sometimes I did, but I like living with you better."
"I like it better too, baby. Can you tell me what you liked about it?"
"I got lots of toys and I got to play with my friends sometimes too."
"And what didn't you like?"
"When they were mean."
"Were they mean a lot?"
Isabella just nodded her head in response. She was starting to withdraw probably at some of the bad memories she had. "Can you tell me something they did that was mean?"
"We could only have baths once a week, but I don't like showers, daddy. I want baths everyday." I chuckled.
"Well, baby. Showers are quicker and sometimes we don't have time to take a bath."
"I know, but I can't play with my duckies in the shower and the water gets in my eyes," she whined.
"Who was the most mean to you?"
"James. I didn't like him," she finally mumbled.
"Why not?"
"He was never nice."
"What did he do?"
"Can I go watch TV now?" I had been waiting for her to avoid this issue; I had noticed she changes the subject when something makes her uncomfortable which this guy obviously did.
"No, Bell. I want you to tell me how James was mean." She just shook her head in response, casting her eyes down to the writing pad sitting on her lap.
"Isabella, look at me please," I commanded softly. She rose her head slightly just enough to peek through her lashes at me. I could see the tears beginning to form in them. "I know some of the things I ask you are hard to talk about, but I need to understand more about your life before you came here. Did he hurt you?" Again she just nodded her head.
"How did he hurt you, baby?" I was going to keep pushing to get what I could out of her. She was doing well so far, but I needed more information. She looked up at me like a lost little lamb, I could tell she wanted to come over to sit with me and even though I wanted nothing more than to go over to her and have her snuggle into my chest, I didn't.
"Isabella." After a few minutes of silence she finally answered when I raised my eyebrow at her.
"It hurt when he grabbed me."
"Why did he grab you?"
"He always grabbed me and it hurt my arm. He wasn't nice," she mumbled having her thumb in her mouth.
"And why did he always grab you?"
"Cos he said one day I would be his slut, and he was going to touch me here, and make me his, but I don't want to be his I want to be yours daddy," she said, her hand snaking down to her pussy. I resisted the urge to growl. Who the fuck was this bastard thinking he could touch her.
"Your already mine, baby. He won't ever touch you again. Did he hurt you anywhere else?"
"I don't want to talk about him anymore, daddy. I don't like him." I knew it was possible he had hurt her in other ways, but right now I'm not sure I could handle hearing more.
"Okay. You did really well telling me that. I'm proud of you." She gave me a hint of a smile no longer looking like she was going to cry.
"Are you going to tell me how to please you now?"
"We're going to talk about that yes, can you tell me what Aro and Caius told you about pleasing me?"
"Mhmm. They said that me and the other girls were special because our daddy's would come and take us home for us to please them so that they could take care of us."
"What did they tell you to do for me?"
"They told us to make your penis happy when it wakes up, daddy. That you would teach me sex incase there's something you don't like. You need to hurry up and teach me or you won't be able to take care of me," she huffed impatiently.
I sighed. There really was no avoiding this issue.
"Isabella, look at me please." I said learning forward in my chair. " Do you feel like I haven't been taking care of you?"
"No, daddy, you have. I'm happy you take care of me now."
"Good, little girl. I'm happy too. My point though is you haven't even seen my penis yet, but I'm still able to take care of you."
"Oh. But how, daddy? What about when it wakes up?"
"Baby. When daddy gets an erection, I can take care of it myself if I want too."
"Oh. You not want me too? Is it because I won't be good? Because I can practice, I can practice a lot. Please don't send me away. You can show me, you can show me how to do it like you do."
"Isabella! Breathe. I said I could take care of it myself not that I didn't want you to." Her face fell into a more ashamed look. "I will not be sending you away. I just don't think you're ready yet. But seeing as you're so sure and eager to learn, come here." I gave her a hard stare slipping into Dom mode when she seemed hesitant. If she was so eager maybe I could give her a taste and scare her off a bit. She did as I asked and came over to stand in front of me.
"On your knees." Again, she did as I asked, this time without hesitation. "Undo my belt and my zipper." I commanded gently, raising my eyebrow at her when she hesitated again.
Once she had undone my belt and zipper I slowly pushed my hand under the waistband of my boxers. Watching her reaction as I did so, I reached in to take out my hardening cock.
"Look at it baby… Is this what you want?" Her eyes went wide but she nodded her head enthusiastically. Not the reaction I was aiming for.
"It's so pretty, daddy. But how will it fit? It's so big," she said, causing me to laugh. No dick should be described as pretty.
"Don't worry. It will fit. Your muscles will stretch, but it will be uncomfortable at first until your body's used to it," I explained.
"How do I get used to it?"
"After the first time I push all the way in your muscles will start to relax and stretch."
"Oh. Can we stretch it now, daddy? So that I can be yours? Please, daddy, pleeaase?"
"Not today. You're not ready yet. And you're already mine, baby. You'll always be mine," I said, cupping her chin forcing her to look me in the eye. She wasn't ready, but neither was I. This was still a little weird for me and I needed some time.
"But, it's awake. How else will it go back to sleep?"
"Touch it." She gave me a big wide smile and tentatively touched the head of my dick with her finger causing me to hiss at the small touch. Thinking she had done something wrong Isabella pulled her hand away like she had been burned and started apologising.
"Shhh, baby. It's okay. It just felt so good, you didn't do anything wrong. Here. Try again," I suggested, gently grabbing her hand and placing it back on my dick. I helped her spread my pre-cum down my length before I let go of her hand.
"Move your hand up and down…That's it baby a little faster," I moaned, closing my eyes, tilting my head back in the chair. Her soft hands felt so good pumping me, I was so far gone at this point I wasn't even thinking about what was happening only how good it felt.
"Fuck Bell…Gently squeeze your hand…Mhmm, fuck that's it…That's feels …Oh god…so good." Before I could warn her, I was shooting my come all over her hand and my t-shirt with my orgasm. Fuck that was fast. What am I, fifteen? After I mentally berated myself for acting like a pubescent teen, I realised Little Bell was still on her knees in front of me.
"Yay, daddy! It's asleep again. Did I do good?" I smiled lazily at her still in a post orgasmic daze.
"You did great, baby."
Watching her whole face light up in response made me feel slightly less guilty as I realised I just let her give me a hand job.
"Now I'm sticky from when it spat at me."
Chuckling, I told her it was supposed to. I didn't tell her I should have lasted more than 5 minutes though.
"I'm messy too. Let's go take a shower."
"But, daddy, I told you I …"
"Yes, I know, you like baths not showers. But as I said earlier, there isn't always time for a bath. Come on. I'll help the water stay out of your eyes."
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