Happy Monday! So, I've decided that I'm just going to update my stories once a week, instead of picking one day to update. So, if I update today, next week I may update on Thursday. Hope y'all enjoy!
Chapter Three – Aftercare
"Bella! W-what's wrong?" He asked, his eyes wide with bewilderment.
My breathing was labored, my vision blurring, I realized I had made a mistake. I pushed a Dom away, denying him access to my body. I needed punishment, I did a bad thing. Maybe I could still save this session.
"I-I'm sorry master! P-please punish me! Forgive me!" I turned around, lifting my ass in the air for him to beat. I needed punishment.
"My god, w-what happened to you?" He whispered as his hand gently fell on my back.
I jumped, a fresh wave of tears streaming down my face.
"I-I'm sorry master. Please punish me. Beat me until I am forgiven." I sobbed, biting my lip.
"Bella, stop," he said, pulling me into his arms, "Stop, just sit up here."
He sat me on the couch, his eyes wide with worry. No, it wasn't worry, it was anger. He had to be angry, I was bad.
"Do you want me to go get the paddle? Or the flogger?" I asked when I threw myself over his knees.
"Bella, I'm not going to punish you," He said, lifting me off of his lap.
"Y-You're n-not?" I said as more tears spilled over onto my cheeks, "B-But I denied you pleasure and use of my body. I've been a bad Sub. I need punishment."
"Denied me—?" He started, "What are you talking about?" He grabbed me by the shoulders, steadying me, I had no idea I was swaying until he stopped my body.
"I-I…" I blubbered, tears continuously falling down my cheeks.
He sighed and pulled me into his arms, "Did I move to fast? I'm sorry, I thought you had experience, or that you were okay with the fast pace. I'm sorry that I assumed you were okay with coming up here with me."
He was apologizing. A Dom was apologizing to a Sub? That wasn't right, Dom's didn't have to apologize for anything they did to a Sub.
"W-why are you apologizing… I'm-I'm just a Sub." I sniffled.
He looked genuinely confused, "Just a Sub? What does that mean, what do you mean by that?"
"Well, S-Subs are just-just for the Dom's pleasure and t-they don't matter…" I said.
His eyebrows scrunched, "That's absolutely not true, where did you learn this from? Where did you get your experience from?" he handed me a soft towel.
I wiped my face, "I-I was a 24/7 Sub for six months. My m-master taught me everything…"
"Who was your master? Because he did not do a good job. Did you have prior experience or knowledge of the lifestyle?" He asked, his arms keeping a firm hold around my body.
"I never knew his actual name. He just called himself Jay, then when I signed the contract I could only call him master." I said.
"Tell me everything he taught you about being a Sub." He commanded.
"W-why?" I asked, "Y-You shouldn't concern yourself with my needs, it is not necessary. You're a Dom."
"Bella, above all, the Dom's job is to make sure their Sub is comfortable and finding pleasure in everything they do together. A Dom is responsible for the wellbeing of their Sub, especially if it's a 24/7 Sub," He said, "Your feelings, comfortability, and emotional state are the most important thing to a Dom."
I looked down at his arm that was wrapped around me. It was strange hearing this, my previous master had told me the complete opposite. I felt like such a fool.
He lifted my chin, "Tell me, I need to understand what you've been taught."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, "I signed a contract with him to be his 24/7 Sub. But, I didn't know that I had to bring certain things to the contract, like a list of what I'm comfortable with. And since I didn't bring anything, he was allowed to do whatever he wanted to me."
"A Dom provides that paperwork," He stood up with me in his arms. He walked over to the corner desk and pulled out several pieces of paper, "This is what a legitimate contract looks like, and this is the kink list."
I looked at the several papers in my hands; this contract was nothing like the one I signed. There were agreements on both sides, for a Sub and Dom.
"T-this isn't at all like the contract I signed." I said, feeling the blood from my face drain.
"Tell me what he did to you." He sat down in the desk chair, me still in his lap. He began stroking my cheek gently.
I shook my head, my lips somehow becoming glued together. I couldn't tell him, it was too embarrassing.
"Why not?" He asked gently.
"B-because I'm embarrassed that I was so stupid." I blushed.
He turned my chin to his, "No, you don't be embarrassed. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, nor are you stupid. You were just inexperienced and fell into the grip of a sadistic, abusive bastard who used your curiosity to manipulate you. Please, tell me, I want to help you."
I looked down again, unable to face him, "I-I met him at the Red Silk nightclub, it was the first time I had ever gone. And, he started talking to me, telling me about how exciting the life was and how he was an excellent Dom. I guess I was so infatuated with the stories he told me that I immediately signed the contract he gave me. But I didn't know about that list. All I kind of remember from the contract is that I had to sign over my life for six months, and if I wanted out of the contract before the six months were up, I had to pay him 10,000 dollars. I-I didn't have the money for that because I had to quit my job and I lived with them—,"
"Them?" He said.
"Yeah, him and his girlfriend. I didn't know about his girlfriend though," I squeezed my eyes shut in the memory, "If I had known about her I wouldn't have signed the contract. I'm not interested in women in that way."
"You were having sex with her? Against your will?" He asked.
"Well, the first time I said I wasn't interested in having sex with her, they punished me." I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying more.
"They punished you? So, not only were you exposed to things you didn't understand, but you were also forced to have sex with a woman, which is something you're not comfortable with, and, you were punished for expressing how you felt. I'm going to go ahead and assume that you didn't have a safe word." He said.
I shook my head, "My master said that since I signed the contract to be his Sub I didn't have a safe word."
His arms tensed, "How did he punish you?"
"In several ways. Sometimes he'd tied me to the cradle, or spank me with the paddle or a flogger, but, the worst was… the b-bullwhip." I shuddered at the memory.
His hand stroked the scars on my back, "A bullwhip," He whispered more to himself, "that's why these scars looked so familiar, but, a bullwhip, if used like it's supposed to, can be pleasurable. And any self-respecting Dom knows better than to whip so hard that it leaves scars." He gently kissed my shoulder and the top of a scar.
I shuddered from his gentle touch, "I-It was my fault… I was a bad Sub."
"No. You weren't. He was an abuser, him and his girlfriend. He manipulated you, tricked you. If I knew who he was, I'd find him and break his fucking neck."
"W-why are you so concerned w-with me? I'm just a—a,"
"No, you are not just a sub. And I'm concerned with you because I see a young girl who had a genuine curiosity to a very fun and pleasurable lifestyle, but, that curiosity was destroyed by a psycho abuser and his deranged girlfriend. You had no experience, you weren't ready for anything they did to you," He said, "And to ignore your dislikes and your comfortability constitutes as rape."
I shook my head quickly, "No. No don't say that."
He stroked my hair, "It's okay. I'm sorry this happened to you."
I tucked my head under his chin, a wave of warmth washing over me. Usually I'd shrink away from any sort of contact, especially from a man, but, this man was kind and has shown me nothing but his kindness this entire time. I felt like an idiot for freaking out.
"What was the aftercare like?" he asked.
"I-I don't know what that is."
He sighed heavily, "Aftercare is what a Dom does for their Sub after every session. It's another way a Dom is supposed to take care of their Sub. It's even more important for 24/7 Dom's to take care of their Sub."
"H-he never did that. If we weren't in his playroom, I was cleaning or cooking for them." I said.
He growled, "They had you—," he shook his head, "I swear, if I knew who they were I'd rip their throats out."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes. His comfort, his kindness was something new to me. The validation he gave me for the six months I endured made me feel so much better. But, it also made me feel a little stupid for falling for their trap.
He lifted me up, carrying me like a bride.
"W-where are we going?" I asked.
"I'm going to give you the aftercare you never received. The aftercare you deserved." He walked me to a conjoining room that have a claw bathtub. He sat me down on the comfortable chair.
He kneeled by the tub and started it.
"Oh, no, you don't have to—I know this isn't what you want to be doing tonight, I'll just get dressed and leave." I said, beginning to stand.
"Bella, sit," he commanded; I immediately sat his tone somewhat stern, "And I want to do this. I couldn't give a damn about the party."
I sat quietly as he filled the tub and added several oils into it. He turned the tab off then turned back to me. Lifting me from the chair.
He slowly lowered me into the tub, making sure I didn't think it too hot or cold. Once I was settled into the tub he cupped his hands and started gently dripping the water over my skin. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of his soft hands against my skin.
"You're very beautiful." He said, moving his hands to massage my back.
I blushed, "I-I'm sure you've seen better."
"No, I haven't," He said as he gently kissed the back of my neck, "If only you knew how beautiful you were."
He continued to wash my body rubbing my shoulders and kissing my skin. It felt nice and I wasn't tense under his touch. This was the first time in a long time that I was comfortable with someone giving me physical contact. It took me months to be okay with Alice's touch.
After an hour in the tub, he drained it. He stepped away for a second and grabbed a towel, wrapping me up in it and gently patted my skin dry. Once I was sufficiently dry, he grabbed lotion and rubbed my skin.
I sighed and shuddered against his touch; his hands were so gentle, not at all rough. I never thought a Dom would be this kind.
It reminded me of the times I had wished for a Dom like this. Someone who would invoke my curiosity, bring me pleasure, then be sweet. He was everything I used to want in a Dom.
He smiled when the lotion seeped into my skin, then grabbed my hand and lead me back to the couch. He sat down then pulled me onto his lap, covering me with a warm blanket. I felt my eyes droop, tiredness washing over me.
I started to sit up, "I should be getting back to Alice—,"
"It's okay," he whispered, "Just sleep, you've had a long night."
"But, it's getting late she'll want to leave—,"
"I'll drive you back home when you wake up," he kissed my temple, "Just go to sleep."
I probably should've found Alice, but, instead I closed my eyes and leaned into his chest.
Edward is the sweetest! Right? I think I made up a word... comfortablity? I never stopped to figure out if it was a word. If it isn't then, well, it'll be another word I've made up. I literally have a whole list of words I've made up in my writings. Anyway, review my lovies!