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[A/N] Welcome back my dear readers. Thanks to everyone who takes their time to read my little story here. It means so much to me to know that someone cares.

The chapter below is dedicated to Akasha Hallows28. I hope you'll enjoy.

**6**

I'm falling so hard for you, you would never understand.

(Kayla Jackson)

I don't taste the food in my mouth. Not when Bella's eyes stay on my lips the entire time. She makes me so ner vous. I wonder if she's aware of the effect her presence is having on me. The edge of her mouth twitches. It's like she wants to smile but is trying to hold it back.

"I'm finished." I tell her, reaching for the napkin to wipe the greasy rest of the tomato sauce from my lips. How anyone is able to ruin something as plain as a pasta dish is beyond me. Why can't the school hire someone who can actually cook?

"You barely touched your plate." Bella states in a disapproving voice. "Don't you like spaghetti?"

I take my glass and sip on my water. "I'm not a fan of the cafeteria food. It's still as bad as it used to be."

Bella pushes the cup with fruit salad over to me. "I'm sorry St. Meyer's doesn't over Haute Cuisine. Now, eat up the fruits. Vitamins are important."

I smile. I smile because for a moment Bella makes me feel like she actually cares about my well-being. Slowly, I chew on a tiny piece of pineapple before I swallow it.

My mood is ruined with the next sentence that comes out of Bella's mouth. "I spoke to your aunt this morning."

Why would Aunt Esme call the school to ask how I am doing? It's too late to play the role of the caring mother now. It's too late for a lot of things…

"She wants to send your cousin here."

I gasp. Can my life get any worse? I don't want to have Edward here. Fuck my life.

"You don't look happy about it." Bella mumbles. "Are you going to have a problem with remaining professional when you get to teach your cousin?"

I force my mouth to smile. It's nothing but a forced upward movement of my lower lip. She doesn't need to know how I truly feel about him coming here. Bella doesn't care about my feelings. Why would she?

"No problem, Ma'am." I whisper, before I continue to eat my fruit salad. "Did my aunt tell you anything else?"

Did she actually mention anything else apart from her precious son? Being jealous is a sign of weakness. I just can't help myself though. I've never been more than an intruder in the Cullen family.

"We didn't speak long." Bella tells me. "But she asked me how you like your new job. Don't you call her? You should do that."

Fuck you. I think. But what I do is murmur a quick excuse that I've been too busy with unpacking the last days. It's a lie. The only thing I have been busy with is daydreaming about DragonDomme. In my fantasies she always looks like Bella Swan.

I choke on the piece of melon in my mouth when Bella asks me about my relationship status.

"No," I cough. "I'm not dating anybody right now."

My answer seems to please her. Again, she does this almost smile that makes her brown eyes glow just beautifully. Her eyes are my undoing and she doesn't even know it.

"Good." Bella says, clicking her tongue. "You should concentrate on your job. A girlfriend would only distract you."

For a split second I don't understand why something seems wrong with her question. My private life is definitely not Bella's business. Then I realize that she's said girlfriend instead of boyfriend.

Heat streams into my cheeks. "How do you know?"

"I know a lot about you, Mary Alice." The brunette sitting across from me whispers. "More than you can imagine."

Bella's voice gets a sultry deep tone. It makes a tingling sensation run down my spine. Lust begins to pool from deep within me. God, the thought of having her command me in this voice…

"Miss Brandon?" someone asks me from behind. "Can I ask you something?"

I'm just about to tell Jasper yes, when Bella snaps at him. "She's having lunch. Are you too stupid to see that? What the hell is wrong with you selfish brats?"

"It's okay." I try to calm her down. "I was finished eating anyway. See you later, Miss Swan."

The expression on Bella's face as I follow Jasper out of the cafeteria gives the words, if looks could kill a whole new meaning.

"What do you want?" I ask Jasper, suddenly annoyed that he ruined my little naughty dream moment with the headmistress. One can always dream, right? Even if those dreams will never come true. Isn't it still nice to dream a little?

"I just wanted to save you from the Dragon." Jasper tells me with a sheepish grin. "You can thank me later. Have a nice day."

With that he walks off, whistling joyfully though his teeth.

What an idiot, I think, shaking my head. I don't need a protector, especially not that of some teenage boy. Save me from the Dragon? I'd rather have some certain DragonDomme pull me into her dungeon and have her way with me. If only. Well, a girl can still dream. Can't she?

xxxx

As soon as I get back to my apartment I drop my bag into a corner and turn on my laptop. There's a message on the machine, letting me know that my uncle has called me. I decide to wait until tomorrow until I'll call him back. After changing into a comfy pair of sweats and a t-shirt that's two sizes too big on me, I grab my precious laptop and wait. I wait like a puppy left outside a shop until my master returns. Or in my case, it's more like I'm waiting for my mistress to return. A wave of loneliness clasps around my heart. I don't like the feeling of not belonging to someone.

I can feel the beat of my heart speeding up as soon as DragonDomme's name appears on the laptop screen.

"Good evening, Mary." She types. "How's your day been?"

My fingers are trembling as I type my reply. "It started getting better when you came online."

Her response to that is a short, we shall see. Then DragonDomme asks me what I'm wearing. Like the idiot I am, it takes me a full two minutes to come up with describing some sexy outfit.

"If you'd be here with me now, I'd spank your ass for trying to foul me with such a stupid lie."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am." I type. "I don't run around in lingerie when I'm home alone."

It takes a couple of moments until DragonDomme responds to me again. "Undress,"

"Now?" I ask, regretting the stupid question the second after I hit the send button. Is it possible to have some tendency to online word vomit?

"Get out of your clothes now, Mary. I won't ask again."

I place the laptop on the floor and toss my clothes, first the first shirt, then the sweatpants aside. "Underwear too?" I type. "Or can I keep that on?"

"Everything." She tells me. "And because your questions are starting to get on my nerves. You won't get to come tonight."

Damn it. I unclasp my bra and throw it on the pile of clothing. A moment later my thong ends up on top of it.

"I'm naked." I let DragonDomme know in my next message. "How may I please you?"

"It's how may I please you, Ma'am." She snaps at me. "Describe your body to me."

I look down at myself. What I see is plain. I am plain. There is no true beauty on my body. I'm average. But that's not what DragonDomme wants to hear from me now, right?

"You are giving me the impression that you don't really want to play tonight, Mary."

"I'm sorry." I tell her. "I'm sorry. It's just that I'm bad at describing myself in a presentable light."

For an endless long five minutes DragonDomme remains silent. I hate that she always makes me wait. Patience is not one of my strength. Jane has teased me about that often enough.

"What do others like on you?"

"My ass." I respond. "Definitely."

"Nice," the unknown Domme at the other side of the conversation types. "I know a lot of nice things I could do to it."

My stomach muscles tense. I moan softly at the thought of having her hands cup my backside rough enough to leave fingerprints in the pale flesh.

"Has anyone ever fucked your ass?"

"No," I type. "Never," I confess while I nervously chew on the inside of my cheek.

"Hard limit?" DragonDomme asks me a moment later. I tell her no. Of course I have my share of things that are off limit for me. Anal play is not among them. It's just that I never found the person I wanted to try it with. Jane is not particularly fond of ass play and so the opportunity didn't present itself to me.

"Would you like to fuck my ass?" I ask DragonDomme. "Would you like that?"

"I would like for you to only speak when you're asked a direct question. Are we clear about that?"

"Yes, Ma'am, we're clear."

I lean back against the cold wall behind me. A shiver runs down my spine. It has nothing to do with the temperature in the room.

"Your ass would already be red by now, if you were here." DragonDomme tells me. "It's obvious that you don't have someone to teach you some discipline. Tell me, what happened to your last Domme?"

"I moved. That's why we ended the relationship." I confess. "But we're still good friends."

"Good friends? What you need is not a friend. You need a Domme to keep your tempting little ass in line."

"Yes, Ma'am." I type, pressing my thighs together to relieve a bit of the throbbing tension between them. By now, I'm a quivering mess of unsatisfied desire. To know that I want to come so badly but won't be allowed a release is both, sweet torture and turn-on at the same time.

"I miss having a Sub to serve me." DragonDomme writes in her next message. "Especially in the last time,"

"Why?" I ask although I know that I'm not supposed to ask questions right now. My curiosity is one of my greatest weaknesses. It will get me in trouble one day.

"You ask many questions." she tells me. "Let's say, I get my leather riding crop. For every answer I give you to one of your questions, you get one stroke with the crop. Does that sound fair to you, Mary?"

"Yes, Ma'am, it sounds fair. I can handle everything you'll give me. My last Domme had a great liking for pain."

Again it takes a little eternity until DragonDomme's next message pops up on my laptop screen. "I miss having a Sub because it would distract me from thinking too much about someone I don't want to think about."

"Your ex?" I ask, almost able to feel the slapping of hard leather against my backside. By now, my pussy is dripping with slick arousal. I groan as I lower my hand to rub my slit very lightly. Damn it, I'm so fucking close already.

"No, she's not my ex," DragonDomme types. "It's complicated."

"She's taken?" I write in my next message. "I'm sorry about that, Ma'am."

"It's a little more complicated than that." she tells me. "I'm her boss."

I think about Bella and a wave of compassion spreads through me. "I understand. That must be very frustratrating to be so close to her and not be able to act on your desires."

The curser blinks and I force myself to stop rubbing my clit. If I keep on I'm going to climax. That would make me feel like I failed DragonDomme's order. It takes a full five minutes until DragonDomme writes. "You have no idea. Let's not talk about her anymore. Put your hand on your pussy now. Let me know how wet it has made you to talk to me."