[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer.
[A/N] Welcome to a new chapter of my little fic. Thanks to those of you, who have been so nice to leave me such awesome reviews on the last update. I always look forward to reading your thoughts on my writing.
I hope the Americans had some nice Thanksgiving holidays.
The chapter below is dedicated to my reader, Librabelieber. I hope you'll enjoy.
**7**
Bella
A person may be in love with someone until the end of time, but if that person doesn't tell their feelings of love, it will be just another person living a dream…a loss of true love
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The inside of my Club still smells fresh and cleaned. There is a faint hint of orange blossom in the air. Maybe the people from the cleaning company used this oil stuff on the leather equipment again. It's hard to find someone who is willing to work in a place like this. Correction; it's difficult to find someone who is willing to work here but keep the things they see in the different rooms to themselves. Privacy is everything in this business. Some people would be royally fucked up, should their secret kinks ever be exposed to the public.
I check my reflection in a mirror and my mouth curls into a smile. Tonight is going to be exciting. It's either that or tonight will be forever marked as the greatest failure in my life. Quickly, I check the rest of the club. Everything needs to be in place. I make sure there are enough crystal vases filled with condoms, lube and gloves. This is part of the reason, why Swan Dungeon has become so popular. They know, that I won't allow any unsafe plays. If rumors spread that someone caught whatever kind of crappy SID in a club. That's usually the beginning of the end of the club.
At the other side of the room, a red-haired woman with a leather strap in her hand waves at me. Her hair is such a bright ginger color that it looks like a fire has broken out of her head. Next to her, dressed completely in black leather is James. He laughs as he pulls roughly on ginger's head.
My metal heels make clicking noises on the cleaned floor as I walk towards them.
"Mistress Isabella," James greets me, nodding his head. "May I introduce you to Madame V? She's my new Domme in training."
"Pleasure to meet you," I tell the woman, shaking a lace-gloved hand. "I hope you're going to have a wonderful night."
Then I turn to James. I don't like asking him for a favor, but tonight it's inevitable. All my energy will be focused on breaking the will of sweet Mary Alice Brandon. That's the reason why I won't have any time to deal with online Mary. As much as the thought of having two Subs, serving me at the same time appeals to me. Tonight is supposed to only be about me and Brandon.
My cunt reacts to thinking her name like the Pavlow's dog to the sound of the bell. I'm instantly wet, dripping with need, barely endurable. I exhale a soft moan.
"I invited a guest." I tell James. "She's a bit on the rebellious side, but I'm sure you can handle Mary just fine."
He flashes his teeth and pulls on the ponytail in his neck. "Nothing better than breaking someone in who likes to fight back,"
I force myself to make small talk for a couple of minutes with James and Fire V before I make my way back to my office. For a moment I consider masturbating again. It's so difficult to concentrate when I'm horny like this.
My hand is already between my thighs, when I force myself to stop. No, I mumble. My next orgasm is going to be from Brandon's delicate hands. Or better, her beautiful mouth. The thought of having her red tongue, lapping up my juices makes my inner muscles clench in anticipation.
Grabbing my phone, I silently curse myself. You're one fucked up bitch. I shake my head and dial Peter's number. It rings for about five times until a breathless Charlotte picks up.
"Mistress Isabella,"
I cough. I like the sound of her voice when she sounds exhausted like this. Charlotte was one of the best Sub's I ever had to serve me. Her elfin like features instantly reminded me of Alice. All my Subs have been dark-haired and dainty. All of them so much alike Alice and yet, none of them could live up to the fantasy.
Maybe, sometimes fantasy overpowers reality. When it comes to Ali Brandon, fantasy has been everything I've ever been allowed to have.
Until now…
"Mistress Isabella, how are you? Do you wish to speak to Master Peter?"
I don't feel the slightest hint of jealousy at the loving tone her voice gets when she mentions her husband's name. When two people that are just perfect for each other meet, you can't help but feel happy for them. Even if it means losing not only your current Sub but also your best Dungeon Master.
"No, I don't want to speak to Peter right now." I tell Charlotte. "You're going to give my best greetings to him later, will you?"
Charlotte responds with a quick, yes. She clears her throat, like she's nervous about whatever she's going to tell me next.
"We're going to have a baby."
"Wonderful," I congratulate. "I'm very happy for the two of you."
Charlotte starts chewing on something. I'm sure that now that she's pregnant, eating rules have been set aside. The humming noises she makes while she chews hint that she's not snacking on some fruit right now.
"Have you found yourself a new Sub?" Charlotte asks, now slurping loudly on a drink.
I tell her, no. "Not yet." I add after a moment of hesitation. Of course, she picks up on that.
"Is she someone, I know?" she asks, the curiosity making her voice vibrate a bit. I don't know why I mostly ended up with curious Subs. It must be because, like the delicate body type and the dark hair, it reminded me of Alice.
"No, it's not someone, you know." I state. "It's a bit complicated."
"Do you wish to talk about her?" Charlotte asks. I'm incredibly grateful for her offer. Apart from her, there is nobody, I could be open about with this. Too many would judge me. Hell, I've been judging myself over this for years now.
"It's her," I murmur, rubbing my knee nervously. "You know, her-her,"
"Her?" Charlotte repeats. "You mean, Alice, the student-her?"
I nod, taking a deep breathe. God, I'm so going to hell for my feelings. Students crushing on their teachers are a common thing. A teacher falling hard for a seventeen-year-old with huge brown eyes is not so common. It's forbidden and wrong. It's the reason why I'm irrevocably damned.
"Yes, it's her. She's coming to the Club tonight."
"Does she know, it's your Club?"
For a moment I forget that Charlotte is not my property anymore and snap at her. "Are you fucking stupid? Of course she doesn't know!"
"Don't yell at me. The baby doesn't like cursing." Charlotte says in a protective tone. She's the kind of person who is always protective about people she loves. Maybe that's the reason she can't think low of me, no matter what.
"I'm sorry." I whisper. "I'm just nervous."
Again, Charlotte slurps loudly. "I understand. Hey, this Alice is not your student anymore, right?"
"Do you think I would let her come to the Club, if she was? Crap, Charlotte."
Charlotte sighs deeply. "You still have it bad for her. I wonder why that is."
I reach for the bottle with the Brandy to take a sip straight from it. Calm warmth fills my inside as I swallow the bitter alcohol.
"That's easy to explain." I tell Charlotte. "She's the one I always wanted but was never allowed to have."
"You still feel guilty for how you feel about her."
"I don't have any feelings for Alice Brandon." I snap, knowing that I've lied better before in my life. The truth is that it's been her face that I've imagined upon every Sub's face, I ever had serving me in my life.
"If you say so, Mistress Isabella, if you say so." Then, she clears her throat again. "But if you had feelings for her," she says. "It would be okay. You know that, right? We can't choose for whom we fall for. I think, we are not supposed to."
"I have to check the Club again before we open. Tell, Peter I said hi. Goodnight, Charlotte."
I hang up, forcing myself to not throw my cell against the wall behind my desk. I hate that she knows me so well. That's what you get when your former Sub ends up as the only kind of best friend you have.
It's okay to have feelings for her? The hell it is okay.
I open the cupboard and take out a red silk ribbon. When I lift it up to my nose, I try to picture Alice's ebony curls being tied up with it. The silk material still holds a hint of her shampoo's smell in it. It's pathetic that I took this from her nightstand, just to have a reminder of her. A reminder of what could never be.
For the hundredth time, I pull up the folder in my laptop where I've stored the checklist of Mary Alice Brandon. It states that she likes role plays. Tonight, she's going to get a kind of role play, sweet Alice isn't expecting.
I groan as I picture her pale skin turning red under the hard hits of the ruler. How often have I imagined, ordering her to my office to punish her. To punish her for the way she makes me feel.
"I need to have you, Ali." I whisper. "Even if, it's only for this one time,"
My hands are shaking a bit when I adjust the black lace mask in front of my face. It's too bad there is no way to cover up my voice. I love the way Alice always jumps when I speak to her in a rough tone. She's been born to serve. It's something that is so deep within her, that she's probably not even aware of it.
I walk over to the hidden room behind my office. It looks like some kind of mini classroom. There's a black board with the words. "I shall not talk back to my Domme," written on it. At the left side of the room is a polished wooden bench with a rabbit fur flogger lying on top of it. There are some more toys, hidden securely in a plain box on the teacher's desk. I love the idea of decorating Alice's beautiful, rosy nipples with clamps. I close my eyes, feeling arousal flash through me, as I remember how the tips of her breasts hardened in my office. Tonight, I'm going to worship every inch of her perfect, little body.
"You're mine, sweet Alice." I whisper into the darkness of the room. "But at the same time, I'm yours as well. I've always been yours."
I light the candles and sit down at the edge of the desk. The instructions for Alice have been clear. She's not to speak to anyone in the Club and follow Laurent straight to my private rooms. I can't risk having her out in the Club, where someone might touch my innocent new pet.
I want her all to myself for tonight. Another gush of wetness coats my already soaked underwear. I pull it down, placing it neatly next to me on the table. Maybe, I'm going to stuff this thong into Brandon's mouth while I spank her ass. The idea makes my clit pulse. Good, I think I'm close to melting into a wet puddle of horniness.
A knock on the door, makes me look up. "Come in," I snap. "And keep your eyes down."
Alice walks in. A grey trench coat hiding the clothes she's wearing underneath.
"The coat needs to go." I order. "Right now,"
I smile when I notice the tremble in her hands. She's nervous. Her lower lip is already red from being chewed on. The moment, Alice drops the ugly coat, all I want to do is screw foreplay and simply bury my face in her cunt until she screams in pleasure.
"Turn around," I tell her. "Lift the skirt up."
I click my tongue when I see the ruby-colored thong under the plaid skirt. In my memory, the skirts of St. Meyer's uniform weren't as short, were they?
My hand slaps against her right buttock. "What did we tell you about wearing underwear?"
It takes a moment until Alice brings up the courage to speak up. She stutters. "I'm s-s-s-sorry, Ma'am." God, it's turning me on how nervous she is. I want to make her stutter a lot. I want to leave her speechless. Yet at the same time, I want nothing more than have her address me as, my Mistress, in a soft voice. Fuck me. This woman is going to be the death of me.
"Kneel, Mary Alice," I command. She hesitates. Maybe it's because she's recognized my voice now. If she runs now, I'm not going to hold her back. I can't hold her back, because she's not really mine. Not yet. "Kneel," I snarl. "I won't ask again.
Her eyes stay on mine. They are full of questions. I'm not ready to answer them. First, I need to see her on her knees in front of me. Finally, her knees bend and she drops down into a perfect posture. She's made for this. I smile.
"Eyes on the ground, Mary Alice," I tell her. "If you do as I tell you, tonight is going to be most satisfying for both of us."
