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Be My Sub
Chapter 1
Edward's POV
"Edward, are you sure you want to do this again?"
"Yeah Jasper, I'm sure. I know you don't understand my lifestyle choice, but it doesn't change the fact that I am a vampire Dom in need of a human sub," hasn't he figured that out yet!
"Why can't you have a vampire sub? It would be less dangerous for everyone involved," he looked at me with his usual disapproving glare.
"I have told you this before; I cannot totally dominate someone who cannot physically be dominated. If I wanted a puppy that would follow me around, I would get one. I don't need someone who is just pretending to be my submissive, I want the real thing," I grumbled and hit the gas pedal of my silver Volvo.
I wanted these interviews to be over with as fast as possible. Searching for a suitable submissive was getting tedious; I wanted to start living the life I have dreamed of for so long.
The only reason I brought Jasper in the first place was because it was his contact in Seattle that had arranged the interviews, plus his gift came in handy, but now I was starting to regret that decision.
I could already see several women sitting in the foyer awaiting their interview as we pulled into the parking lot. Instead of looking at them directly, I decided to wait until we were in private.
We quickly walked around the back through the private entrance of J. Jenk's office, where he was seated and waiting for us. "Good afternoon Mr. Cullen, Mr. Hale, we received quite a few applicants this time for your position," that was a polite way of saying sex slave.
"Have they all been cleared? Everyone is healthy, correct?" he warily nodded as his fear of Jasper reflected on his face. I wondered what he did to make him fear him so.
"Here are all the applications and medical reports," the papers shook as he passed them to me. Apparently, he was not just afraid of Jasper.
"Jasper," I nudged my head signaling to him to scan the room for just the right temperament. It was times like these that I was grateful for his gift to read people's emotions.
I passed him the papers and waited until he passed them back, after he had arranged them in the order that suited my particular needs.
"Avoid the last five, they are not what you are looking for," I nodded and removed the top four.
I was just about to pass back the discarded ones - two blondes, two redheads and one auburn haired - when the secretary knocked. J. was a bit short with her, until she handed him a new application. He quickly passed it to Jasper who nodded at me when he handed it to me.
I have to admit the young woman was quite beautiful. She was different from the rest. Her heart shaped face, long chocolate brown wavy hair and doe like orbs instantly interested me.
"So - which ones shall we move on to the next stage?" J. inquired.
"These five, Jasper will show them in one at time. You can go to lunch with your secretary," I handed him the forms of those that were rejected so that he could dismiss them on his way out.
"Jasper, once the others are gone you can start sending them in. Save the late comer for last," he nodded and followed them out, shutting off the lights before he closed the door.
We had planned it this way so the women would not be able to see me, but with my perfect vision I did not need the light. I heard J. dismissing the unwanted applicants as I shut the shades and sat in his chair that was safely hidden in the darkness.
With one swift knock the door opened, and in strolled applicant number one. She surprised me by not being afraid of the darkness. She stood very still with her head down, arms at her sides and palms pressed against her thighs awaiting my instructions. As all the rest, she was beautiful. Her sand colored hair was cropped short which fit her facial features nicely. There was a glimmer in her frosty blue eyes, but the thoughts she was thinking I could have done without.
'God, I hope he's not like my last Dom. Can I help it if I liked to be fucked when I have my period?'
Her ability to follow instructions was impeccable. The same could be said about her physic, but still I felt no desire for her, so I quickly dismissed her.
The next three fared no better, they were in and out in less than ten minutes. However, the moment the last one entered, I was totally blown away. Her scent set my throat ablaze; a flow of venom filled my mouth, as visions of her impending death flittered through my mind. I wanted her as I had never wanted anyone before. I wanted her in every way imaginable.
A hiss escaped my lips when for the first time in my existence my cock harden and was begging to be pleased. In 109 years, I have never experienced an erection, even when I was training to become a Dominant.
Amazingly, her thoughts were gentle, not disgusting as with a lot of sex-crazed submissive's.
'I hope he isn't too rough the first time around. I wonder why we're in the dark? Doesn't he want to see me before he decides? He probably will not want me anyway; I was too inexperienced for everyone else. Why should this time be any different?'
I read her application again and indeed she had never procured a Dom before. Forcibly, I swallowed back a mouth full of venom. Well, their loss was my gain.
"Take off your clothes," my voice had never sounded so husky and lust-filled.
Like a good sub, she obliged while never taking her eyes off the floor. With each piece of clothing she shed, my cock twitched against my now overly tight jeans I was wearing.
Painstakingly slow, she unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time before letting the red silk slide down off her pale shoulders letting it billow to the floor. Without pausing, she wrapped her arms around her back and unclasped the black laced bra, also letting it fall to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of black heels before undoing her black jeans. I suppressed a moan when she bent over to pull her jeans off her tiny feet. Even in the dark I could see the moisture pooling on her perfect pink sex that was almost bare. I actually preferred a little bit since otherwise it seemed a bit perverted.
The glorious sound of her blood racing through her veins was only outdone by the sound of her heart rapidly beating in her chest. Even though I could hear her breathing pick up, she was not scared, but instead excited.
"Walk forward," she did not hesitate, but walked unseeingly towards me. Her B cup breasts bounced slightly with each step. I licked my lips, they were perfect, and I wanted a taste.
'I've never done this before, I hope I don't trip.'
For the first time in my very long life - all 109 years - I wanted a woman. I wanted her blood, her body and for the first time in my life, I would not deny myself what I wanted.
"Stop, turn left, take three steps and turn right," again she complied without questioning me. I memorized each and every part of her naked skin as she moved. She was perfection in motion. With each step, her locks flowed gently around her shoulders and even grazed her pink peaks. I could watch her walk around naked forever and never grow tired of it.
My decision was made, she was the one. The burn in my throat flashed hotter the closer she moved towards me. It was a tie between whether I wanted to fuck or drink her more.
With her standing just three feet away from me now, it dawned on me. The searing in my throat was half the exhilaration, it's half the pain and half the pleasure that I always ultimately desired.
"Kneel," she dropped to her knees as I ordered and waited.
'He smells delightful,' she thought as she inhaled deeply.
In all the years since I was trained I had never done a trial run with someone, but that was about to change.
"Crawl to me," I whispered out.
She did just as I asked, on her hands and knees, and only stopped when she felt my parted knees against her shoulders.
'Should I move between them or wait? I should wait, he didn't tell me to do that.'
Inhaling slowly, I breathed in the scent of her arousal. She smelled too sweet and delectable not to taste her at least once. Stealthily, I slipped my hand between her legs without touching her parted thighs. A guttural moan escaped her perfect lips - that had formed a perfect O - when I slide one finger along her slit, collecting a sample for my taste test.
"Oh…Um…So Good," I almost laughed at her brain scramble.
Like a fine wine, I took a moment to enjoy the bouquet before I slid my finger into my mouth. Unbelievably, I found myself getting even harder as I licked my finger clean. It was getting more difficult to suppress my moans as her flavor lingered upon my lips. It was the first time I had experienced the taste of a woman, and I am fairly certain, it would not be the last time I tasted her. At that moment, all I wanted to do was prop her up on the desk and bury my face between her creamy wet thighs. I did not need a mirror to know my eyes were black with hunger.
The throbbing in my pants could no longer be ignored. I unbuttoned my jeans and listened to her body react to the sound. Her breathing was now coming out in slight pants, the delicious smelling nectar coursed through her veins even faster and the smell of her arousal penetrated my nostrils causing me to breathe deeper.
Her excited breathing became more labored when she heard me unzip my jeans. When I shifted my jeans down my hips allowing my cock to spring forward, she gasped at the sound.
'Don't screw this up Bella! He's giving you a chance for the life you want! Please him!'
"Open your pretty, little mouth for me," I breathed out the demand.
I nearly came just watching her lick her pouty lips once before she opened up wide. Again, she waited with her eyes closed, arms at her sides and mouth ready for me.
'He just had four others in here, how is he ready again so fast?'
I reached out and entwined my hands deep into her luxurious waves and with my guidance; she lowered her head until her lips were poised at my tip. I forced myself to remember my training. I couldn't very well crush her skull, now could I.
I had to endure watching vampires having sex with humans for a year in order to learn how much pressure was right. That was the longest year of my long life.
Before I even lowered her onto me, her tongue snaked out and licked the pre-cum that had pooled at my tip. I moaned at the feeling of her hot, wet, smooth tongue against my cold hard skin.
'Oh…tastes so good, not salty, but sweet - like honey," she internally moaned.
Slowly, I lowered her head until she wrapped her hot searing lips around my length. It would seem this was not only a test for her, but a test for me as well. The vibrations from her happy humming sent shivers from my toes to my brain.
'So cold…so good…like a honey and vanilla popsicle.'
To prevent myself from jerking my hips to meet her, I released her hair, grabbed on tightly to the chair arms and allowed her to work on her own accord.
'OH NO! He doesn't like it! If he liked it, then he would move or say something!' she panicked when I released her.
With my teeth clenched so tightly, it would be next to impossible to tell her I was experiencing the most wonderful sensations of my life. Again, I was fighting the urge not to fuck her tight little mouth.
Slowly, she started suckling on me. This small act had every muscle in my body tensing and relaxing, only to tense again. With each suck, she grew more confident and started sucking harder. Her delectable tongue massaged every inch of me and all too quickly, I found myself wanting to release desperately.
My unnecessary breaths became pants as she swirled her tongue around my tip before bobbing back down. A groan escaped my clenched teeth when she scraped her pearly whites on the underside of my cock.
The moment she wrapped her billion degree hands wrapped around me to stroke what didn't fit in her mouth, I made one small thrust. Feeling the back of her throat with the tip of my cock was my undoing. I didn't even have a chance to warn her before I exploded into her mouth and down her throat.
'Wow - didn't see that one coming, mental note: throbbing means he's ready to blow.'
When I could finally speak again, I rubbed her cheek with my thumb. "Isabella Swan, please…Be My Sub," I huskily whispered into her ear.
'Did he just…really? God, I am so confused! I thought he didn't like it.'
When she did not answer me, I realized my mistake and corrected it. "You may answer verbally," I demanded feeling a little frustrated with myself.
"I would like to call you Master very much Sir," I grinned with pride. Just knowing she wanted me without even seeing me, satisfied me tremendously.
The first time we had a viewing, we did it with the lights on, but that didn't work out well. The applicants did not care about pleasing me; they just cared about my looks. Just one more downfall to being a vampire, we attract and repel people at the same time.
'I cannot believe he actually picked me! I will make him so happy that he won't want me to ever leave.'
"You should be very proud of yourself, you sucked my cock beautifully. Tonight, I am going to send you an email with everything you need to do before we meet again to put my collar on your neck. Your application says you do not work or go to school, is that correct? Answer all my questions verbally until I specify otherwise," my voice was stern and inflexible.
'He really liked it!'
"Yes Sir," she answered calmly after resuming her head down position. Thankfully, last year I finished another round of high school and was now attending Seattle University.
"You were informed that I will come to the apartment I have procured for you at any time, correct again?" Frequently!
"Yes Sir," eagerly, she answered.
"J. will have all the necessary forms for you to fill out. Know from the moment you sign them you belong to me and I don't share," she shivered as my cold breath fanned out across her neck.
"Understood Sir," she said with such conviction that I knew she would not stray on me.
"There is an address with directions, a blackberry and a set of keys on the desk. You will go straight home, pack your belongings and be at that address when I email you."
'Should I tell him everything is in my truck? No, I'll just go straight there and be ready when he contacts me.'
She did not move when I stood and closed my jeans. I hated leaving her without pleasing her in return, but I wanted her begging for me when I took her for the first time.
"Once I am gone, I want you to put your clothes back on and be sitting quietly in the chair when J. comes back. You will behave or you will be gone. Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir," by the time she said it, I was turning on the lights and walking out the door.
Jasper just smirked when I exited the office. I knew he heard the whole thing so I didn't need to tell him I finally found someone that pleased me.
I knew I could not wait to see her again, so I went straight to the jeweler's we used on a regular basis. Ramon smiled when he saw me enter; he had been holding something special for me since we started interviewing.
"Mr. Cullen, it's wonderful to see you again. How can I help you today?"
"I am here for my necklace, it is ready I presume?"
"Of course Mr. Cullen. As promised, here it is," he reached under the counter and pulled it out.
I popped open the royal blue velvet box to see his artisanship. It was perfect; it was going to exquisite on Isabella's neck. With one swipe of my credit card the purchase was complete, so the only thing left was to go home and send the requirements she would need to follow.
Of course, when we got home the whole family knew about it from Alice. However, what bothered me most was the fact that my entire family knew of my lifestyle at all, which wasn't Alice's fault.
"Edward, what's her name?" Esme asked happily.
"Isabella Swan," Esme looked like I had just hit her with a tire iron.
"What?" the second it left my mouth she remembered everything she had read in the newspapers.
"That was Chief Swan's daughter! Are you crazy?" she cannot be the same Isabella Swan!
"She didn't write his name on her application. Isabella only listed Mr. and Mrs. Dwyer on it. I wonder why?" that was puzzling to say the least.
"You cannot have her as a submissive!"
"Rosalie, you don't make the decisions when it comes to my lifestyle!" I sneered back.
Even if she was the same woman it didn't matter, she's mine now!
A/N OKAY - so let's hear it! Was it terrible or should I continue?
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