A/N: Welcome back! That cliffy was a filthy pig and I know it, but look on the Brightside, the next chapter is here! I don't have much to babble about, but I must put a disclaimer. Some acts in this chapter are rather mild, but if you for any reason are sensitive to bondage or BDSM of any kind, I warn you to read this chapter with caution. With that said...let's do it!
A many, many thanks to my amazing and wonderful beta's Emily Bowden and Brionna. They are so sweet to me and I heart them dearly. If I could hump my betas I would…
To my awesome pre-reader Kristi, or as I like to call her, my cutecanukgirl, you rock my world. Patience is a virtue my dear and I promise we'll get to the good stuff…
DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns all rights and property to Twilight, which includes names and likeness of Twilight characters.
Chapter Nine
~Play with Me~
"Evening, Mistress," I replied hoarsely, still keeping my gaze down.
The mask covered my face completely, making it hard for me to fucking hear anything, but I still listened as closely as I could just so I could hear her breathe. It was twisted and I knew that, but it was the little luxury I was able to allot myself because, well…I was sort of fucking helpless.
I mean, there I was, on my knees just waiting for her to do something…
The sheer torture of her presence was what made it hard for me. I had a difficult time trying to keep my cock down, let alone having to remember exactly what was expected of me in this unfamiliar situation.
The rules of the dungeon were simple: Don't look up unless you are told to. Angela was very clear on those terms and she warned me that the consequences of such an action would be severe.
A part of me wanted to test those waters, just to see how far I could push Bella...
The war that raged inside my head over proper etiquette of the dungeonhad almost overshadowed my fucking fantasies, because as much as I wanted to break all the rules and suffer the consequences, I was constantly getting distracted by her breathing…
In and out…In and out...
It was erotic and melodic.
It was like if we were to have passionate sex on my piano…
Fuck me…
The image of her splayed across my baby grand was so fucking enticing that I had to nearly knock that shit out of my head…It was just everything about Bella was so fucking sensual.
Even her soft breathing was drawing me to her like a magnet. My entire focus was now solely on the inhale and exhales of my mistress, and I imagined those perfect breasts of hers, the very same ones that I'd concocted in my dreams, heaving up and down in a steady motion.
It drove me to the point of insanity…
The crazy part in all of this was that Bella had no fucking idea how badly I had it for her. She didn't realize the affect she had over me. How just being in her presence infected all my senses, screwing me up royally. The very thought of her consumed me, controlled my actions, and drove me to go such ridiculous lengths. I mean, I've done some really desperate and obsessive shit—just so I could get close to her.
She was the only woman I would ever allow to control me this way. Because of the pull she had over me, I found myself on my knees, wearing some leather face, looking like some fucking pervert, and waiting for her to dominate me…
You're a sick, sick man, Cullen, my inner voice reminded me.
"Don't talk to me you filthy swine! If I want to hear your pathetic voice, I will tell you when to speak! Only my voice will be permitted in this dungeon. You got that, Slave? " she hissed, slapping me hard on my shoulders with her flogger.
Even though she asked me a direct question, I felt it was safer for me to remain silent—which might have been the wrong decision because without warning, Bella slapped me hard on the back with the flogger, making a loud snapping noise.
"Speak, Slave!" she spat.
"Yes, Mistress," I gasped as the stinging sensation of the whip reverberated through my skin.
"Mmm, that's better," she said in a cooing tone. "You're such a well behaved slave."
The need to look up at her to see her face was getting intense, and I fought hard against it.
The worst part about this whole situation was that Bella was a goddamned vixen. One minute she would be she asserting herself in a dominating manner, awakening some buried unknown curiosity deep within me that I had no idea even existed, and then in the next second, she would be igniting my sensitive skin with sensory overload, stroking my bare back with her merciless toy.
My breathing increased as the soft and agonizing feel of the velvety fringe of her leather whip grazed me slowly, moving its way up and down my exposed back in a tortuous progression. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I found myself questioning why my body seemed to respond to her little maneuvers. They were violent, they were abrupt, and yet they made me feel something I'd never experienced before. It was like every time she struck me, whether it was soft or light, had my insides sparking.
The dungeon no longer seemed like a crazy notion to me, but instead made me…excited.
The thrill in my veins over this new found insight sent shivers down my spine and made me flinch…
The tightening of my muscles was slight and barely visible, but the abrupt halt of Bella's ministrations along my taut back told me that she'd seen my hesitance.
A strong surge of panic coursed through my veins, suddenly filling me with doubt…
Ah shit, I fucked up…
There was silence for a long time, and I felt that urge again to look up and see what she was doing, but I refrained. Bella's warning was still fresh in the forefront in my mind, and I didn't want to do anything to end the session or piss her off any further. Things were finally starting to progress, and it didn't matter to me that she was only touching me with her whip—Bella was fucking touching me!
"I know what you need," I heard Bella say faintly, but I was so busy mourning the loss of her touch to notice that she had said anything to me.
I knew that she'd said something, but I was focused on keeping my head down and mouth closed, fighting every urge I had in me to look at her. I didn't noticed that she was squatting down in front of me, looking at me with my head bent, gaze averted, focused on the ground.
It was only when I saw a flash of pale skin that I chanced a glance up from the floor, minding to keep my head lowered as my eyes traveled in front of me. I saw her crouched there, my line of vision only able to see the tops of her knees without moving my head up. But a small patch of Bella's inner thigh was completely bare and within my eye range.
It was like the pearly gates of heaven opened and I saw God.
The sudden appearance of that creamy alabaster skin had my body reacting, causing my tongue to thrust out of my mouth. Instead of wetting my lips, however, my taste buds touched against the back of the zipper that served as the macabre mouth of the fucking mask I was wearing. The taste of the metal was unpleasant, but it would have to be sufficient because as much as I wanted to push against these invisible constraints and drag my tongue along that thigh of hers…I knew my place.
I was completely under her control…she owned me.
My head was still cast downward as she lifted her toy up to my face, and dragging it along my jaw.
"Hmm, why are we hiding slave?" she asked softly as she dangled the purple leather straps of her flogger in front of me.
It was almost as if she was showing me her weapon—allowing me to see what she was using to torment me.
Get off it, Cullen. No one is torturing you!
For once, I had to agree with my inner ramblings because I wasn't being tortured. In fact, I was being excited…aroused even.
She used the tips of her flogger to caress the side of my face again, and as much she tried to distract me, my eyes kept flickering back to that creamy thigh of hers…it was mere inches from my mouth, and right there for the taking, but I couldn't touch her.
I wasn't allowed to taste her…
It was all so fucking aggravating because I knew what she was doing…She's teasing me.
This was all a game to her. She enjoyed watching me fidget, and I was one hundred percent positive that she wanted to see if I could contain myself. She was trying to force me to crack...
My fingers were striving to dig themselves into the concrete. The self-control I was using to stop myself from reaching out and touching her was starting to rise into Herculean proportions, and I didn't know how much longer I would be able to take it.
How did her clients do this with her day in and day out?
"Look at me," she snapped.
The sudden fierceness in her voice had caught my attention, and as I started to raise my head slowly, I decided that I deserved a little penance for my sacrifice.
So, I took in the view…
The boots that she was wore for tonight's occasion came up to her knees, which was just unbelievably sexy. She was wearing fishnet tights that came up to her mid-thigh, connecting to a garter belt. The way she looked had my head spinning with images and feelings, some good and many more a whole lot of naughty. My brain was on overload, bombarded with all kinds of heavenly kinkiness induced by her chosen outfit for the evening, and I hadn't even gotten past her gorgeous legs…
My tongue had other ideas, though, as it darted out of my mouth, only to be met with that fucking zipper taste again.
As my eyes continued to travel further up her body, I saw that she was wearing a short skirt, pairing it with a black leather corset that cinched at the waist, causing her perfect breasts to be pushed up so far that they almost touched the bottom of her chin…
It was glorious and I was fucking salivating.
Truth be told, I might have lingered on her breasts a lot longer than deemed necessary, but they were too good to pass up, and who knew if I would be able to see those beautiful breasts again.
As much as I didn't want to, I knew I needed to move on from her magnificent chest. There was so much more eye candy to explore and I was on borrowed time.
I had barely gotten started…
Holding my breath, my eyes continued to roam over her silken flesh. Hungrily, I traveled my sights all the way along her protruding collar bone, up her long and sleek neck, and finally resting on her breathtaking face.
Her full lips were pressed into a tight line as she stared at me impassively. Her lips were a deep, rich red color, and it did something to me.
Everything about her tonight was foreign and starkly different from how I knew her.
The tiny details were now popping out at me as I stared at her. It wasn't just her lips, but her hair seemed to be a darker hue somehow, and even in this dimly lit room I noticed there was a slight flush in her cheeks.
Fuck, what killed me the most was the mysterious intensity that sparkled in her stunning brown eyes.
The combination of everything was my undoing because as much as I tried to keep it at bay, my dick was rock hard, and looking for action…
Fucker is going to ruin everything! I thought angrily.
Sex wasn't an option in a place like this, but what about boners? Were hard-on's acceptable? I mean, were subs allowed to get turned on? What was the protocol for this type of situation, and why hadn't Angela, of all people, given me a pamphlet on it or something?
There had to be some reading material on the dos and don'ts when confronted with a smoking hot Dominatrix…
However, none of that seemed to matter because Bella was looking at me with an expression I couldn't place. It was very animalistic, fierce, and so amazingly hot.
Bella leaned in close to me, fanning the distinct scent of peppermint across my face, "You've been a bad boy, and you need me punish you thoroughly."
Um…Fuck yeah I have, and yes, I fucking do!
How the hell was I suppose to keep my cool now? How the fuck was I going to respond without sounding like an epic pussy?
Was that even possible anymore?
So, I played it safe and just nodded as an answer. It was the best I could do because I was fucking spellbound. The words of her innuendo left me on edge, and I knew it was only a matter of time…I was going to pull a Jim from American Pie and nut in my Joe boxers.
"Get off your knees," Bella barked.
As I tried lifting myself off the floor, my knees were now shot because of being on that hard concrete for so long, and as I wobbled to get up, I lost my balance. Instinctively, I reached up and gripped Bella by the hips to brace myself…
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
She brushed her hands off me roughly, and stepping away from me, nearly causing me to face plant on the floor. Luckily my reflexes were quick and I was able to catch myself before I bit it.
Glancing up at her, I saw that she was pissed. She was standing stiffly against the wall, clutching her flogger, and I just knew I really fucked up this time.
"I'm sorry, Mistress." The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
Cursing myself for fucking up twice in a row, I knew nothing good was going to come from my gaffes.
The rules were simple, no speaking or touching unless the Domme gave you permission to do so. It was an honest mistake on my part, but errors in this place came with consequences.
She kept her stern gaze on me and I felt myself fidget under her stare. She was very intimidating and I didn't know what else to do. It was the first time a woman other than my own mother made squirm like this. Perhaps I felt so tremulous because I was expected to be so…
Was that the whole point of the Domme/sub relationship?
Shit, I was so fucking wet behind the ears.
It didn't matter how much time I had spent researching BDSM on the internet, I was still a novice. There was no way for me to know how to respond when I broke the rules or what to say to fix the situation. It was all on Bella to lead me…to show me—which, she did.
Bella took one step towards me so quickly that I barely even saw her do it. The next thing I knew, she was placing her right foot on my left shoulder, pushing her heel into me with such force that it caused me to fall back on the flat and cold concrete as she hovered over me smirking.
God, she's so fucking beautiful…
"You are a worthless excuse for a man. You are never, ever to touch me! I did not give you permission to lay your filthy paws all over me, did I?" she asked angrily as she dug her heel into me, whipping me with her flogger anywhere she could. "I was going to let your first indiscretion slide, but it's clear to me that there is only one way you will learn, Mongrel."
She stood over me as I stared up at her in full adoration. Nodding quickly, I made sure that she knew I understood, but all the while thinking about how I couldn't dispel this feeling in my gut…
"Do you know what that means, you disgusting pig?" she asked as she glared at me.
When she said those words to me, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The feeling I had, the nagging thing in my gut became clearer because I realized that there was something missing from her threats that she spat at me.
The words were there. The tone was right. The one thing that told me differently was her eyes. Even though I knew this was all a game and it was her job, I almost assumed that she would get into the role playing more.
It was clear that she wanted me to fear her, and I did, partly, but my fear wasn't because I thought she would actually hurt me. I mean, I don't want to sound chauvinistic or anything, but I was a guy. How much pain could she actually inflict?
It didn't fucking matter if she flogged me until she was blue, I would handle it.
What I feared was her, and the way she made me feel all the time. How in one month she had entered my life and turned it upside down. All those fucking excuses I made didn't mean shit because I knew without a doubt that she owned me from day fucking one. The way she stamped her name on me was so obvious, and it was more than I wanted to realize at times, but I couldn't deny it anymore.
I desire the fire in My Mistress' eyes…
It was definitely borderline crazy and I was way in over my head way too soon, but it still didn't make my feelings any less true.
"Now, get up, Slave. I have plans for you," she said, digging her heel into my shoulder one last time before releasing me.
Without hesitation, I rose to my feet, this time making sure my hands were nowhere near her. Bella didn't move one inch away from me because she knew as well as I did that I wasn't going touch her. It killed me to be so restricted, but I was determined to see this night through.
"Move," Bella instructed as she slapped her flogger hard against my chest resulting in a strong stinging sensation, causing me to grimace slightly.
The pain wasn't bad, but more of a turn on. It was the feeling I craved. It was like the sting of getting a tattoo; it was therapeutic on that kind of level. Even the sheer ruthlessness in her eyes as she pressed me backwards with her toy was indescribable. It was like my mind and my body were all attuned to her somehow.
Everything on me was a sensory receptor, and it made me feel like my entire being was on fire.
Bella was the catalyst. She became the flames that were licking and engulfing me.
"I'm going to teach you something about manners, Slave!" she said as she shoved me backwards.
My eyes never strayed from hers as I studied her face closely. She was such a marvel to look at, and so fucking distracting. It was why I never saw it coming, or had no clue what was happening until I was right up on it.
She had led me all the way to a large metal X that stood in one of the far corners of the playroom. Taking a quick glance, I noticed that it was some sort of binding device, and I was pretty fucking positive that I was going to be tied up to it really damn soon…
It seemed Bella was very direct and pointed with her intentions with me. She was like a bulldozer, pushing me, never allowing me a chance to get my bearings, and even causing me to stumble over my own big, clumsy feet a few times.
The smile that graced her face as I tripped was very striking, and I didn't care if the smile was at my expense; it was still nice to see.
Fuck it, I even smiled in return.
Thankfully, the mask was hiding my cheesy grin—In fact; the mask was shaping out to be a blessing for me on multiple levels. Not only did it hide my identity, but it also concealed my reactions to her.
There was no way that I could've disguised my feelings of fucking elation from her—it would've been damn near impossible.
Finally, I was stopped in my tracks as something sharp stabbed me in my back. It was very painful and I wanted to move away from it, but Bella kept me firmly there as she laid her body against mine.
"Now, listen very closely, Slave," Bella whispered as the heat of her body penetrated me.
The feel of her was identical to the heat I'd felt in my dreams, and that simple reminder made my cock twitch in response.
Seriously, if I wake up from this…I am going to be pissed.
"Well, it seems like parts of you are very excited to see what I have in store for you," Bella said, smirking at me as she removed herself from my needy flesh.
She was within my full view now, and my jaw literally dropped to the damn floor.
She's stunning, I mused appreciatively.
It was true, I'd seen many beautiful women in my time, but there was something special about Bella. Her body was lean like as dancer, topped off with fucking amazing breasts…I mean, it was all I could think about.
"Now, turn around, Slave, and put your arms and your legs inside the rope loops," Bella commanded, gesturing her flogger towards me.
Nodding with compliance, I turned around, inserting both my arms and feet into the black ropes. They were very thin ropes, somewhat like the string you would see in shoes, and I almost laughed out loud at the ludicrousness of it all.
How the hell does she expect these puny ropes to hold me?
Once I was situated—arms above my head and legs spread-eagled—Bella came around to tighten the ropes. The fragrance that emanated off her skin almost distracted me from the tautness of the ropes, and how they burned against my skin…
Shit…I didn't expect that!
"Now, that's a good little boy," she cooed into my ear.
Completely under her control, I wanted to relax, but found it hard to do. Even though this was role playing of sorts was just a game, I was still unclear what exactly to expect. The pain excited me, but it was the unknown that had me nervous…
Bella came around to the back of the contraption where I was facing and started to push me towards the middle of the room. The large device that I was bound to had wheels on it, making me mobile. As soon as I was centered in the heart of the room, Bella smiled deviously, and walked back around towards my backside, officially out of my view.
"You're in good shape, Slave. That's good. It means you might be able to handle my whips and paddles," Bella said, fucking coming out of nowhere and breathing softly on my neck.
She placed her delicious body flush against my back, rubbing her soft hands along my ribcage and hips, brushing her hands over my bandage, and causing me to flinch. She was dangerously close to my tattoo and I couldn't help but panic every fucking time she grazed it.
"But you're slightly overdressed," she said as she stuck her finger in my boxers elastic waistband, pulling the waistband towards her and then snapping it back into place.
My mind was trying to figure out what exactly she meant about me being 'overdressed', but as I listened to her heels click and clack along the floor, it wasn't hard to figure out what her intentions were, especially when she returned and I felt the cold metal of scissors knifes cutting along my boxer briefs…
Two seconds later, I was naked and helpless. Bella had officially made me fucking vulnerable as all hell, and my once erect penis was now nearly flaccid because I was overcome with anxiety.
Now, it all made sense to me, and I realized how men could control their raging hard-ons; being this exposed had its way of making a cock want to crawl up inside and hide…or maybe it was just mine.
"There," Bella said as she slapped my bare ass hard with her flogger. "Now, all I need is a different toy."
Leaving me alone, naked, and anxious, I listened as she walked across the room to towards, I could only assume, her wall of whips. I heard her go through her collection, trying them all out by making loud whipping noises.
Shit was starting to get serious, and my nervousness increased even more…
"You've been a rude and crude, Slave, and as your mistress, I am obligated to punish you," she stated in a calm tone as she walked back towards me.
My body tensed as I waited for the first blow…Bella didn't disappoint.
Thwack!
The harsh sting on my ass was insane, and I felt my fingers clench in response. The loud grunting that came from me only seemed to increase her intensity with blow after blow landed resolutely onto my burning flesh; I was hit relentlessly on my bottom.
"I love the way your skin turns cherry for me, Slave," Bella taunted as she hit me again.
Thwack!
"Ugh," I moaned loudly.
Bella placed her hand on my left ass cheek, and the coolness of her small hands made my skin feel better. She pressed her soft body up against mine as I panted heavily; thrill rushing through my veins at a dramatic rate.
"You like when I punish you, don't you, Slave?" she asked.
I nodded fervently because I did. It was the weirdest thing to enjoy the pain of being paddled by a woman, but I did. The way she knew exactly how to inflict just the right amount of pain on me was almost cathartic, and it wasn't long before little Eddie came out of hiding and sprang back to life.
I hissed softly, but Bella heard me as she stepped away from me, circling around to my front. She glanced down briefly before looking back up at me with a slight smirk.
"Do you want more, Slave?" The tone in her voice was oozing sex, and as she placed her hand on my chest, I knew something was about to happen…I just hoped it wasn't me exploding spunk all over her…
How fucking embarrassing.
The perspiration that wept out of my pores as a result of her efforts fucking havoc inducing because the more she paddled me, touched me, and excited me, the more I sweated—which soaked into the tape that was keeping my bandage on my ribcage intact. It was only a matter of time before the tape lost its entire adhesive all together…
Shit…
All it needed to do was last another thirty minutes, and I would be in the clear.
However, I didn't feel so lucky…
Thwack!
Sometime in the last two minutes, Bella had changed from the flat paddle to what felt like another fucking flogger. I remembered seeing several floggers on her wall earlier, and I briefly wondered how those would feel. Now that one of her toys was making deeper welts on my ass, I knew the answer to that question.
Bloody fucking fantastic!
"You're strong, Slave," Bella mused as she hit me even harder. "I didn't think being a novice that you would be able to handle all this without saying the safe word at least once."
"Safe word?" I asked loudly before I was hit again, but the hit never came...clearly.
Bella circled around me with a concerned look on her face, "Angela told you about the safe words, right?"
I shook my head.
Bella's eyes opened widely as she processed this information. A look of panic and trepidation overwhelmed her flawless features.
"I'll be right back," she said quickly as she walked away from me.
The next thing I heard was the opening and closing of the door to the playroom. Once I was alone, I felt the tension in my body disappear, and I allowed myself to hang slack.
My mind went over everything that just happened, and even though my ass was now numb from the constant beating that I got from my mistress, I had come to some insane conclusions.
I fucking loved it!
Everything about the experience had excited me. The pain, the humiliation, the way Bella spoke down to me—all of it. I wanted more and I wanted Bella to deliver it…
Five minutes later, I heard the door open and close, and my muscles tightened back up. The sheer pleasure I was waiting for was back, and I wondered what kind of toy she was going to use on me now.
Suddenly, I was being spun around in the contraption, and facing a bemused looking Bella.
"Who are you?" she asked softly as she traced her cane across my chest.
Ah shit…
"Nobody, Mistress," I replied in a deep tone.
It was probably fruitless to try to disguise my voice now, but there still was small chances that she didn't already fucking know who I was—which I doubted.
"Nobody?" she asked skeptically, chuckling softly.
Nodding in response, Bella placed her hand on my hip, making circular motions with her thumb. The sensation made my heart skip a beat or two; my hips followed suit, lunging towards her, and I cursed myself. It was in no way going to lead to sex, but I still fucking tried pressing my cock all over her. It was like my dick sensed that she was near, and since he hasn't had the company of a woman's warm center in the better part of four weeks…I could understand his aggressive behavior.
Fuck, I need to stop referring to my cock as a person!
Bella tilted her head to the side, her eyes were examining my bandage, and I knew this wasn't going to end well for me.
"What do we have here?" she inquired suspiciously.
Looking down as much as I could, I saw that the sweat had completely rendered the tape useless, and now the bandage was just barely hanging on, and exposing the top half of my tattoo.
Fuck! Shit! Mother Fucker! I cursed inwardly.
Her fingers traced along the apex of my tattoo very softly. The feel of her skin against mine was overwhelming, but I wanted her to move on from that spot, and away from my identity.
She looked up at me with mocked concern, "Do you have a boo-boo?"
But before I could answer, her fingers were gripping the top of the useless bandage, and slowly I felt the bottom tape being pulled away from my skin, and I panicked. "Bella, no!"
Bella ripped the bandage the rest of the way and officially from my body in one swift motion, and throwing it to the floor. I watched in horror as her eyes roamed over my tattoo with a look of such distaste; it was something I couldn't explain.
She looked up at me with an icy glare, "Cullen?"
It was clear from her reaction that it wasn't going to go well for me, and I feared for my junk. I was tied up and unable to guard my loins…
Please…please leave the boys alone.
"Let me explain," I started.
"Cullen?" she repeated in a low and furious tone.
With such fury and hatred, Bella reached up and yanked my mask off my head, exposing me. She gripped the mask tightly in her hand as she waited for me to say something, but I was at a loss for words.
"What are you doing here, Edward?"
Houston…I think we have a problem.
A/N: Holy smokes, Batman! We most definitely do have a problem. Like I said before, a slow burn, but a match has just been thrown into the pit and things are really going to get hot in here…I promise! Also, what I have planned for Edward in later chapters, well, things are going to be very hardcore. I know it doesn't seem like it now, but just wait until Bella gets to really play with him. If you want a quick love story…this is not the story for you.