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Merry Christmas to all of you! I hope you get to spend some time with the people you love most.

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**10**

To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved

(George MacDonald)

Bella

The sun is brighter somehow. Yet it doesn't blend my eyes. I lean against the cold glass of the window in my office and smile. For the first time in the last month there is true peace inside me. It's all because of her.

Lifting the cup with black coffee to my lips to drink, I walk back to my desk and sit down.

My lips curl into another smile while I re-read my instructions for Alice for a second time. She's the kind of person who's good at obeying rules. It helps her to feel safe. There is nothing I want more for her than to feel safe when she's around me. The more she trusts me, the more I can push her. The more I push her, the greater her pleasure will be in the end. Oh, all the things I want to do to her make my cunt weep in impatient anticipation.

I need to make sure Alice understands that the rules I'm going to set up are for her own benefit. She needs to be physically as healthy as possible. Enough sleep during weeknights is essential. I don't plan on letting her get much sleep during the week ends. Also, I need to find a way to get her out of this rat hole she's living in. Why would any sane person voluntary move into such an awful area? Alice clearly needs someone to keep her from making stupid decisions.

Today is going to be a huge test for both of us. I never had one of my previous subs work for me. My life at school and my preference for domination need to be kept apart. With Alice, those two aspects of my life are melting together. I'm breaking my own rules for her. Maybe this isn't a good idea.

"Bella?" Angela's friendly voice interrupts me while I'm just about to type a paragraph about eating rules for Alice. I've watched her eat nothing but a granola bar during an entire day at school. She needs to learn how to cook and prepare some healthy meals for herself.

"Yes, Angie?" I ask, looking up at her. I'm so grateful that Angela hasn't quit her job here yet. She could probably make twice her salary if she'd switch to another boarding school.

"Mrs. Cullen is here to see you." She reminds me of my appointment with Alice's aunt. "Hey, did you get a facial or something?"

"What? Why?" I ask, reaching to touch my cheek with my fingertips.

"You seem different. It's like you're glowing." Angela states. "You seem happy somehow. Did you find a new investor for the school?"

I shake my head. "No, I haven't. Can't I be in a good mood for once without it being related to the school?"

I tell Angela to bring Mrs. Cullen in. Quickly, I close the folder with my instructions for Alice. There is no need to have her aunt know that I'm planning on punishing her niece physically in order to arouse her. That information would most likely give Esme Cullen a heart attack.

"Miss Swan, it's so nice to meet you again." Mrs. Cullen greets me cheerfully. Alice's aunt is a pretty woman who always reminds me of an old movie star. Her hair is a lovely copper color that frames her small face in thick waves. She's dressed in a cream-colored dress hugging her dainty body a bit too tightly around the midsection.

"Good Morning, Mrs. Cullen." I greet her politely. "It's been a long time."

She nods, exposing a row of perfectly shaped teeth between her coral tinted lips. "I was hoping to see my niece while I'm here."

I make my hand a fist underneath my table while I force my mouth to mimic a fake smile. "Mary Alice is in class right now. Haven't you called her to tell her that you were coming?"

The smile on Mrs. Cullen's face freezes. Her forehead wrinkles in frustration. "She doesn't return our calls. It's like she's angry at us somehow."

I nip on my coffee, offering Mrs. Cullen a cup for herself. It's hard to imagine that Alice could be angry at anybody. Her aunt and uncle are the only family she has left. Why this awkward behavior?

"Why do you think she's angry?" I ask, pulling up the envelope with Edward Cullen's application. Mrs. Cullen's son seems to be a good student. I wonder why she's decided to send him here in the middle of the school year.

"I don't know." Esme Cullen tells me with a dramatic sigh. "The girl is so difficult for me to read. I'm usually good with people."

You're obviously not good with Alice. "Maybe she's just been busy. Starting a new job is always challenging for a young woman."

Esme Cullen coughs awkwardly. "She's still angry at us for sending her to school here. It was only for her own good, right?"

I hate it when people ask for someone else's approval about their choices. Only weak people do that. Again, I have to force myself to grant Mrs. Cullen a polite smile. Smiles always manage to lull people in. It's another proof that most people are idiots.

A knock on my door makes me turn around. "Come in." I call. When I see Alice's head in the doorframe, my heartbeat speeds up.

"Aly!" her aunt calls out, jumping up from her chair. I watch how Alice stiffens in her arms when her aunt embraces her niece. She's clearly uncomfortable with this unexpected emotional outburst.

"Hi Aunt Esme," Alice finally manages to press out. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to register your cousin." Esme's mouth curls into another Hollywood glamour smile. "Eddie wants me to say hi to you."

Alice looks down at her shoes, awkwardly shifting back and forth on her six inch heels. "You're sending him here?" she asks, unable to mask the disapproval in her voice. "Great,"

I can't endure the way she's struggling. Is she worried about having her own cousin as a student? Is she pissed at her aunt for a reason I should know about?

As quickly as some basic rules of politeness allow it I manage to end the awkward conversation with Alice's aunt. I insist that I need to discuss something about the current schedule with Alice.

"I pick you up for dinner later, sweetie. Okay?" Esme asks her niece in a voice that doesn't leave any options for telling her no.

Again, she gives Alice an unreturned hug and walks out of my office.

For a moment my soon-to-be Sub stares after her aunt with those huge questioning eyes. If she starts crying now, I'm going to spank some sense into her oversensitive head.

"Sit down," I snap, throwing a pillow on the chair across my desk to make it more comfortable for her in case she's still sore.

"Did you know she was coming?"

"Did I give you permission to speak?" I respond to her question with one of my own instead of giving her a real answer. Of course, I knew that Esme Cullen was coming here today. That woman actually sent me three emails the last week.

"I'm sorry." Alice apologizes, lowering her gaze. "I'm just…I'm just…,"

"Upset is the word you are looking for, Mary Alice." I state, leaning back in my chair. "The question is why do you feel that way?"

"It doesn't matter." She mumbles. "Can we please not discuss my family? It's not my favorite topic."

I click my tongue. So, talking about her family is a weak spot? Why? I decide that for now, I shall not dig deeper into her soul. There'll be enough time for that later, once she's starting to open up to me more. Trust is something that doesn't come easy for most people. You need to earn it first.

"Fine, we don't have to talk about your family. How was the rest of your weekend?"

"I spend most of it sleeping or in the bath tub." Alice tells me. "I was pretty exhausted after Friday night."

I clear my throat. "This is because you don't take care of yourself properly. I bet you spent your nights watching some crap on TV and stuffing greasy take-out down your throat."

Alice's cheeks turn red. She's the only person over the age of twelve that still blushes. It's fucking adorable like everything about her. The muscles in my stomach flutter. Damn it, I'm not sweet enough for goddamn butterflies and stuff like that.

"Are you going to set up eating rules for me?" Alice asks me, nibbling on her lower lip. "My last Domme did that."

My fist slams down on the table with so much force, it hurts my hand. "I don't give a shit what your last Domme ordered you to do. You want to be with me now, right? So, the only rules you should be concerned about are mine."

I reach over the table and clasp both of Alice's hands in mine. "You do want to be my Sub, right?"

She nods her head eagerly. "More than anything, Mistress Isabella."

I stand up from my chair and walk around the table, where I lean over her from behind. My lips glide over her neck. She smells good, a bit like vanilla somehow.

"Bella," I whisper, licking the shell of her ear. "I'm Bella to you when we're not playing."

She moans into my mouth when I press a kiss against her lips a moment later. Fire spreads through my veins. It takes a lot of self-discipline to bring myself to pull back.

"Eyes on me, Mary Alice." I command, leaning back against my table. "I'm not going to be easy on you."

"I understand. May I ask a question?"

A chuckle leaves my throat. I think this is the first time she dared to ask a question directly. I hope it's going to be a good one. Again, I smile. It's like I always can't stop myself from smiling when she's near me.

"Did you have many Subs serve you?"

Sweet, little Alice has the same tendencies to being jealous like myself. "The past doesn't matter anymore." I tell her. "Those who came before you aren't of any more importance to me."

Alice's eyes get bigger when I command her to take off her underwear. When I run my fingertips through her moist folds a moment later, she whimpers softly. Such a greedy girl…

"I could make you come all over my fingers in less than a minute." I whisper, rubbing her clit while I simultaneously curl two fingers inside her upwards against her belly. "Would you like that?"

She nods, her breathing coming out hectically now. I can feel her inner muscles beginning to tremble slightly. "Your cunt is a greedy thing, isn't it?"

I pull my hand back. "No climax for you on weekdays." I tell her. "And don't try shitting me. I'll find out anyway."

"Why?" Alice asks with disappointment prominent in her sultry voice. I slap the inside of her thigh with two fast smacks. Instantly the pale skin reddens.

"Because I say so, that's why." I tell her, while I fumble my own underwear down to my ankles. I grab her around her neck, pulling her down on her knees in front of me. "Let's put your mouth to better use."

Alice groans when I press her face against my dripping wet core. At first, all I can feel are her soft lips against my outer labia. "Fuck me with your tongue." I order. Instantly she obeys. I suppress a loud moan. The sensations spreading through me are amazing. Alice's tongue is so warm and soft. She runs it along the hood of my clit, down to my entrance to thrust it deep inside me again and again.

"Good girl, make me come." I command, tightening the grip of my hands around her head. I want to keep her there forever. I want to have her mouth against my cunt for the rest of my life. Fuck, fuck, fuck…

Then, one of her fingertips glides lower, caressing the puckered hole of my nether entrance. My muscles tense up as a raw climax pulses through me. Just when it begins to slow down, Alice gently sucks on my clit, making me come a second time within seconds.

"Good girl," I whisper. "I love your mouth on my cunt. It's fucking amazing."

When she kneels down to lift up her panties from the floor I stop her. "No underwear for you on weekdays."

And I highly doubt that you're going to wear them much on weekends either, I think with a devilish grin on my face before I command her to go back to her next class.