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[A/N] Welcome back, my dear readers. Thanks to those of you who left me such great reviews on the last chapter. It means so much to me to read that you like what I'm doing with this fic.

The chapter below is dedicated to Trueloveaddict-ally. I hope you'll enjoy.

**9**

Change your thoughts and you change your world

(Norman Vincent Peale)

Her hand is warm, much unlike the lotion that she applies generously on my backside. The smell is lovely. It reminds me a bit of lavender.

"Thanks," I mumble and my voice is barely loud enough for her to hear. I always have trouble to switch from play mode back into the reality. The fact that reality now includes my very naked boss aka Bella Swan makes things even more difficult.

Very lightly, a kiss is pressed upon my shoulder. "Thank you. I wanted to do this with you for a very long time."

"How did you know I'm into this?" I ask her, leaning up on my elbow. It feels alien-like to be here with her. She's lying next to me on the bed, her pierced nipples tempting my mouth to suck on them. Her body is beautiful. It's the body of a woman who knows what she wants.

Bella laughs. Her laughter is nothing like her personality. It's light. There is nothing hard or bitter about it.

Her hand cups my jaw. The grip is rough, yet her fingertips caress my cheekbone almost tenderly. She's sweet and hard at the very same time. It's very confusing. It's very arousing too. I suppress a moan by pressing my lips together.

"I knew you were a Sub before you even heard that word." Bella states calmly. "I knew it from the first moment I saw your eyes."

"But you've been so rude to me." I complain. The hold of her hand around my jaw tightens a bit.

"Speak respectfully or I shall make sure no lotion will help you to be able to sit down on your ass for days."

"I'm sorry, Mistress Isabella." I apologize. "I'm just confused. You are confusing me."

Her eyelashes flutter. A moment later, soft lips touch against mine. Her tongue is pushed into my mouth. She's greedy, impatient even. I realize this is the first time ever she's kissed me on the lips. My heart flutters like it's about to get a seizure.

"Do you really think I hate you?"

"Yes," I whisper. "I mean, no. I mean, I don't know. Like I said before, you are confusing me."

Bella sighs. She stands up from the bed and picks up her dress from the floor. "Help me," she orders, making me jump from my comfortable position. I zip her up and drop back on the edge of the bed. She remains standing. Maybe she can think better like this.

"Nobody at school can ever know." Bella tells me. Her hands grab my shoulders. "Do you understand?"

I nod. Is this what she's worried about? That I could tell anyone about what I like to do in the bedroom? That's private, for fucks sake.

"You and me," Bella's voice purrs into my ear as she leans over me. "We are the same. I know you had a submissive soul from the moment I laid eyes on you. But wanting you was off limits."

She kisses my mouth again. "I don't like when something I want is off limits."

"This is why you've been so cold to me all the time? It's only because you wanted to fuck me?"

Her hand pulls on my hair. The movement is so swift and unexpected that I cry out in pain.

"I told you to speak to me respectfully." She snaps. Maybe she's angry that I'm right. I smile and apologize to her. Bella commands me to get on my knees. Again, I obey her order without hesitation. This is how I like things to be. I'm good at doing what I've been told. It makes me feel safe. A feeling I painfully miss most of the time.

"You're wrong." Bella says in a soft tone. "Fucking you would never have been enough."

"How did you know that I'm a Sub?" I ask, shifting a bit on my knees to get into a less painful position. "Because I'm weak?"

"You're not weak."

I take a deep breathe. "You told me I'm weak."

"You're too soft-hearted to be a teacher. You want to please everyone. That's why you are not cut out for this job. You're a good Sub though. Good Subs need to be strong to allow themselves to be weak."

I shiver when her lips press firmly against a sensitive spot right under my earlobe. How does she know so well where I like to be touched? "Do you know how wrong it is for a teacher to fall for her student?"

"But I wanted you too," I confess. "So very much, I was a horny mess for most of my senior year."

"You wanted me too," Bella mumbles more to herself than for me to hear it. "Tell me what you've been imagining in that little naughty head of yours?"

My cheeks turn red. Heat begins to throb between my legs. The memory of those fantasies still manages to set me into a state of arousal.

"Did you dream about me coming to your room at night?"

I nod, swallowing nervously. "Yes, Mistress Isabella."

Bella's hands brush over my curly hair in a tender gesture. "I thought about doing that very often." She whispers. "I wanted to come and sit at your bed to watch you sleep."

For a moment I think of my cousin. How the little fucker used to sit at my bed one morning when I woke up, checking my heartbeat with uncle Carlisle's stethoscope. Edward is seriously the weirdest person I ever met.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing," I whisper. "I'm sorry. Can I sit back on the bed? This floor is so hard."

"I could make you kneel in front of me for hours if I liked you to. "

She takes my hand and helps me to stand up. "How long do we have this room to ourselves?"

I don't feel like having a bunch of people walk into me, while I'm pouring my soul out to a woman who's still a mystery to me. Bella Swan is not one, but a thousand secrets to be uncovered.

xxxx

My heartbeat doesn't return to normal. There is a warm tingling in the pit of my stomach that increases whenever I dare to raise my eyes a bit higher.

It's her club. I can't believe it's actually her club. More so, I can't believe that she's allowing me to follow her around. Everyone speaks to Bella in a respectful tone. No one talks to me. Maybe they're used to having Mistress Isabella bring random Subs to serve her at the Club. The feeling of jealously instantly fills my mind with bitterness. Bella thinks she's the one who's possessive. When in truth, it's me who doesn't like the thought of having another one submit to her will.

"Mistress Isabella?" I whisper. "Do you bring all your Subs here?"

"You're not my Sub." She responds. "Not yet," she adds in a much softer voice. "Let's go to my office. It's too crowded out here for my taste."

I shiver when her fingertips brush over my backside. She has allowed me to put my skirt back one, together with the blouse. I'm in need of a shower. Between my thighs I'm still moist and sticky.

"Ma'am?" A tall blond guy with a ponytail asks her. "That little Sub bitch you told me about. She didn't show up."

His eyes narrow when he looks at me, the tip of his tongue flashing over his pale lips. I don't manage to lower my head fast enough before he grins at me.

"I see you found yourself a new toy."

Bella's hand slaps against the back of his when he lifts his arm to touch me.

"Look, but never touch. Are we clear about that, Master James?"

James frowns. He seems frustrated somehow. I'm glad though that Bella made it clear, sharing is not on the menu tonight.

"Come with me, Mary Alice." Bella demands and she's sounding almost angry while she's pulling me with her.

"Sit," she barks, pointing to a plain wooden chair across from her glass desk. Oh all the things, I wish her to do to me on that desk…

"I'm sorry," I apologize. "Did I anger you?"

She gasps, taking a deep breath through her red-flushed lips before she responds. "His eyes were all over you. You invited him to fuck you with the way you looked at him. What the fuck, Mary Alice? You're mine."

Tears fill my eyes. I disappointed her. The pain nags on my heart. Again, I whisper a tear-choked, I'm sorry, Mistress.

Bella's still panting when she speaks up again. "Bend over the table,"

I jump from the chair and push a pile of books out the way. Then I lean over the table. The glass is cold, making my already hard nipples tighten painfully.

"You're going to count for me. Right, Mary Alice?"

"Yes, Mistress." I whisper, preparing myself mentally for the struck of her palm. "I'm sorry, I provoked that man."

"You'll be much sorrier, when we're done. Now, let's begin."

It's not her hand that hits my already sore backside. It's something flat and wooden. "One," I stutter, followed by a louder two and number three. Whatever instrument she's using for my punishment comes down a fourth and a fifth time. My skin's burning. Tears are pouring down my cheeks. It hurts. But it hurts me way more that I displeased her.

"I'm sorry." I sob, sniffing loudly. "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Bella whispers. "You're forgiven, sweet girl." Her touch is light as a feather when she wipes the tears from my face. "Everything's forgiven. We shall start over new, right?"

I nod, my legs shaking when I try to stand up. Bella wraps her arm around my waist. She's speaking to me in a soft, warm voice. A bottle is opened behind my back. A moment later the lavender scent fills the air.

"Let me take care of you. How's your ass?"

"Sore,"

"I'll give you some of the lotion to take home with you later. I shouldn't have used the ruler on you after the spanking. It was probably too much."

The things that are too much for me are my feelings. I can handle everything that someone gives me physically. In all the time, I was with Jane I never once used my safewords. It's the emotional aspect of being with Bella that makes me feel insecure.

"You need this." Bella's voice is husky now. She applies a second coat of the lotion on the burning flesh of my ass. "You need the pain, just as much as you need the pleasure."

I nod, unable to respond. My arms go around her neck as I climb on her lap and lean my face against her shoulder. "Good girl," she whispers, kissing my hair softly.

"I was in love with you when I was still at school." I confess. "I had it really bad for you."

Bella's thumb glides tenderly over my lower lip. "Not as bad as I had it for you. Do you know how many sets of underwear I've ruined because just the sight of you in that goddam uniform made me so fucking wet?"

Her fingers move down my stomach. My clit throbs as her fingertips touch against it very lightly. "I want you so much." She whispers, slamming not one, but three of her fingers deep inside me. I whimper. "Please,"

"Please what, Mary Alice?"

I beg her to let me come while I rock my hips against her hand in an attempt to get her fingers even deeper. She curls them upwards, sending my body into a spiral of unknown lust. My pussy cramps around her fingers, again and again.

Slick wetness coats her hand when she holds it up again a few moments later. "You made a mess. Lick it clean like a good girl."

I obey, making sure to massage Bella's fingers with my tongue as I lick of the musky essence of my release.

"Kiss me,"

Her lips against mine are beyond divine. I love the way she takes control. With her, I can simply be myself. She's the one who acts, with me being the one to react to whatever she chooses to do to me.

"It's late." Bella states breathing heavily as she breaks the contact of our lips. "I'm going to call a taxi for you to bring you home."

She wants to pay for a taxi? No way. I can't accept her spending money on me. It would make me feel like a very cheap person.

"Thank you, but I can take the subway. It's no big deal."

Bella grabs my hair and pulls roughly. "You are taking a taxi, point. I know what shithole area you live in."

She kisses my mouth again, caressing my cheekbones with her thumb. "I'm going to email you a list with my rules." Her lips ghost over my temples. "Read them carefully. Then let me know if you'd still like to become my Sub."

Oh Bella, I think, my heart suddenly beating faster, oh Bella, I want to be everything for you; your sub, your lover and everything that holds your world together in between.