CHAPTER 1 - Pre Game
Edward's POV :
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I turned the page in Bella's journal with a snap of the paper, sighing deeply as I tried to read the next sentence waiting there for me.
I miss being punished by you…I miss you tying me up-
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And I can't even hear myself think of what I'm trying to read…because…Tank hasn't stopped running for over an hour now. First, he runs all the way through the house, scampering and scratching his little rodent nails into my wooden floors…then when he completes the circle from kitchen to dining room to living room…then he stops and runs in the other direction, making his God awful scraping sounds ten seconds after the previous trip.
Bella called this his zoomies. And it was a little cute at first…but now, an hour and sixteen minutes later, it's really getting on my nerves. And here he comes again…
"TANK !", I growled, as I had thirty times before this attempt. It does not deter him in the least…in fact, I think he speeds up a little when I call him.
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FUCK ! I can't even UNDERSTAND the words I keep reading over and over again.
"Tank…", I sang sweetly to him, closing my red book, "Would you like to see the washing machine ?"
He can zoom around in there for awhile. I agreed to let this little mongrel live in the house with me for awhile but it's getting very annoying. I know he had a very big part in saving our lives, while my dogs were sadly unable to attend. Well, they helped Bella find me, that's something. But Tank being so little worked in his favor to get to us that night.
I know I owe the little bastard. And I DID give him a very nice 6 ounce filet mignon…but then he vomited and pooped everywhere for three days! That was fun for me. I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the whole floor with bleach ! What has my life become ? I would've told Bella about it, but I fear she would enjoy that image too much.
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I felt a fiendish idea come to mind and I slid the coffee table forward six inches with my foot, right in the path he kept using. I smirked, waiting, pretending to read as he approached again.
But the little fucker is so slick that he saw it and adjusted his circle so he just missed it.
Damn. If he would've hit it, maybe he'd be knocked out for ten minutes. Then I could read.
Suddenly, I felt the little mouse deviate from his path and hop up on the sofa, then up on my shoulder, his bug eyes staring at my side profile, the little wisp of a tail wagging.
"What ?", I asked, gritting my teeth as I finally turned my head, staring back at those weird eyeballs of his.
Then I was bombarded with sloppy, wet licks on my mouth and nose, and when I clenched my eyes, my eyelids.
"Ukkk…ENOUGH Tank !", I winced, wiping my lips off my with my own hand, "You taste like your ass !"
He didn't seem to take any offense at this, but just looked at me with a more adoring smile. Just like your mother, I chuckled to myself.
"Alright." I pet his little knobby head, "We discussed this. No licking the face."
"Are you hungry ?", I asked him, standing up as he raced ahead of me to the kitchen. He understand many words, food and hungry being his favorites. Now he was hopping up and down like a monkey.
I gave him his dog food and found myself smiling down at him as he plowed in and ate like a little pig, just like I used to.
"I like the way you eat, boy.", I said, remembering Mr. Edward.
Now maybe I have a few minutes to read Bella's journal.
Bella's POV :
On the last night of our summer, as Edward left, I thought again of the abandoned hospital…the places he used to take me…even the work details that he'd put me through while I was chained and naked. I missed that. I wanted it back. But I would have to be careful about how I brought that up. Maybe I could really do something that would piss him off and we'd be right back there again…but I was too scared to even consider it. He was not a happy camper when I screwed up…he was even MORE evil when I did things on purpose against his rules. Remember the toilets ? I shuddered and tried to forget that.
I want him to be mean, rough, and hot…but I don't want him to get to demented mode. A happy medium would be great. How would I say this to him ?
I could write it in my journal. I decided that was the best way and went up to my room, hoping my room mates were all back and still liked me.
"HEY !", they all greeted me with smiles and hugs. All except X, who "doesn't believe in hugs". But she was up in our room, putting new posters on her side of the wall. My side was no longer blank. I had some cool posters there already. X especially liked the one of two skeletons French kissing.
"That's hot.", she pointed it out, "Do I know him ?"
I chuckled. Yes, she did. But she'd die if I told her who HE was. I would never.
Then I had a LIVE AID poster that Edward had in his house ! He gave it to me as a gift. He was actually there and it had Freddy Mercury from Queen on it. I loved it ! My Mom would've loved it too.
Then I had one called The Reader's Path…it was a pathway made of books going through the woods…this spoke to the writer in me and the girl who was often kidnapped by a vampire in the forest.
Right now, X was putting up a poster that had a blue octopus on it that said "Existence is Pain."
I smirked, remembering that feeling, and sat on my already made bed.
She started to talk about her horrible summer with her parents. They made her go with them on a trip to see her grandmother in Iowa. She told me how lucky I was that I didn't have to go home over the break. She has no idea how lucky I was over the summer.
"Oh Jesus.", I agreed, not having the heart to tell her what a blast I had. She wouldn't believe it anyway…she knew I was here all summer alone…or so she thought.
"She kept calling me by my birth name all summer.", X complained, "She won't call me X."
"What IS your name, anyway ?", I asked her.
She shook her head at me, her makeup so heavy and cool looking.
"Not yet ?", I smiled, "Okay."
I didn't mind. I also took awhile to trust people. I hoped this year I would earn her trust.
We had a fun night. Lights out was at 11 but we kept whispering and talking as we laid there in our beds. It was nice to be back in summer camp again with her. It was cool having a girl to talk to again. I wondered what Master was doing now and I felt a little pang of hurt in my chest that I wasn't sleeping with him tonight. I had loved falling asleep in his cool arms every night while it was hot. He was like my own personal air conditioner.
I mouthed the words after X fell asleep.
"Goodnight Master. I love you."
I smiled, knowing somewhere he could hear me. And I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.
It wasn't until morning that we all received our schedules for this year. In the gymnasium, Mr. Cullen not around, unfortunately, we all reported to get our little blue envelope that held our fate inside.
X and Ash were with me in line and when we opened our envelopes, we all groaned in distaste at our news inside.
"I have FUCKING GYM FIRST PERIOD !", X shouted, looking around her for a teacher to murder, "Why are they trying to kill me ?!"
I winced inside…I hope it wasn't Mr. Cullen's revenge for her comments to me last year.
I saw that I, too, had gym first period. I felt myself smile at that. Maybe I'd catch him early before he had a chance to get angry. I remembered he told me once that his first couple of gym classes had all the uncoordinated girls in them. I didn't mind. I know I suck at sports. Me being in with the stars of the gym class never really sat well with me. Maybe now I wouldn't stand out so much.
With X in the same gym class with me, I'd be sure to NOT act like the "Yes Mr. Cullen" types that were in my last class. But to disrespect him…no, I wouldn't do that, either. I felt some anxiety coming on.
"I have gym first, too.", I smiled at her. She still didn't look thrilled. I was glad to have a friend in class with me this time. After Alice 'forgot about me', I felt so alone in gym. Would I have any classes with her this year ? It hurt a little to think maybe I wouldn't. But then, it IS hard seeing her when I can't talk to her or even smile at her.
After all the girls got their assignments, the gym was ready for first period. A couple of girls were setting up the volleyball nets as we went to the locker rooms. There was a big box of gym uniforms in there at the doorway…and the girls were routing around in it to get their correct size.
I smiled to myself, glad that Mr. Cullen was being more generous this year than he was last with the uniform situation. I waited and then when it was clear I did find a medium sized uniform. I took two…as the other girls did.
There, I found my own clothes myself without your help, I internally stuck my tongue out at Mr. Cullen.
I could almost hear the snide reply, "Congratulations, Swan."
X came with me when I went to my little area of the locker room, not really thinking about it, we started to change for gym. I thought, I'll get changed at the dorm room from now on and walk to class in my uniform from now on.
She was talking about a new video game she discovered during the summer. I listened the best I could…nodding and agreeing with her. I wasn't much into video games. Jasper loved them. He could go on and on about the details of the newly remastered version of a game he loved…I usually got hazy and lost as he rattled away.
When we got to the gym, I knew we had to sit on the floor, sitting Indian style. But the other girls weren't doing that. They were standing around, talking, laughing…Mr. Cullen would hate that. Even X was doing the same…knowing the rules…but defying them until the teacher showed up. She already hated Mr. Cullen, that much was clear.
As I went to sit on the floor, X frowned and jerked her head over to the other girls. She wanted me to be cool like them…I looked around…seeing no one yet…and figured, maybe for the first day, I would stand with them…then after he established the rules to the other girls, it wouldn't be an issue.
I didn't recognize any of these other girls, either. Not that I would…I didn't really try to know anyone else here. But they all seemed like they didn't know the layout here, either. It felt nice not to feel brand new here. I stood next to X…but I was internally nervous, knowing Mr. Cullen was around here somewhere, ready to spring on us.
Suddenly, I heard the whistle blast…loud and long…I spun around and there he was…in a white t shirt, black shorts, the whistle around his neck…the white socks with two black stripes at the top, up to his knees, the black sneakers. The marvelous body showing a bit under the whiteness of the shirt…the arms…always lovely…his hair…JESUS. It looked a bit wet but sharp and messily brushed . And his eyes…were an orangey gold…amber…different even from last night when they seemed more yellow in their shade…like a bumblebee color…and one more thing about his eyes…they were deadly.
I jumped and almost moved back away from him as he stood there, letting the whistle drop from his mouth and hang around his strong neck. X rolled her eyes and folded her arms, unimpressed. The other girls stopped talking and looked at him, as if for the very first time. I remembered my first time seeing this dark God emerge from the hallway. I both envied…and felt pity for them at the same time.
"When I enter the gym, you are all to be seated on the floor, Indian style.", he announced coldly.
"Don't you mean…native American style ?", X joked and a couple girls around her gave a little laugh.
Mr. Cullen did not respond to that, he just stared…as a lion would stare at a zebra. No one laughed after that.
I was glad to see Mr. Cullen again. Glad he wasn't acting like Mr. Rogers now. I had a dream of that one night and I woke up screaming.
Slowly, I moved to sit down as he said…the other girls slowly did the same.
"Is there a problem ?", he watched us, "NOW !"
Quickly now, we all sat down Indian style. All scattered and not in a line. I knew that would tick him off.
"TSK.", he sounded, coming closer to us, "What is THIS ? Romper Room ? In a straight line."
With his foot, he moved the skinny girl closest to him.
"Straight…", he turned her to face the front of the room, and he nodded to the bigger girl behind her, "You…straight behind HER !"
"Yes…this is called a LINE.", he further went down the line of girls, making sure they were all lining up properly. Now we all took it on ourselves to line up straight before he got to us."
He blew two short blasts with his whistle as chatter began.
"We can accomplish this without clucking.", he said loudly, halting the talking as he moved around us.
I almost smiled as he passed me. But I looked down and away, not wanting to reveal myself as his groupie just yet.
"Eyes front, Swan.", he verbally snapped me into place as I looked forward at the place he used to stand every day.
He sounded a little irate with me…was he mad at me for not telling the other girls how to sit ? I SO didn't want to be THAT girl. Especially not on the first day.
Finally, everyone seemed to be in a spot that Mr. Cullen was happy with.
Then he stood at the front of the class. I took a little breath, wondering what he would say or do next. Maybe he'd surprise me and smile and introduce himself nicely, welcoming the new students in warmly.
With a dry look in his eyes, he addressed us, folding his arms mightily, exposing the firm muscles to us.
"My name is Mr. Cullen.", he said flatly, "And if you're in my class that means one of two things. Either you're a top athlete that has potential and with my help you can move on to a top spot in the college of your choice…"
Then he looked over us and continued.
"Or…you're a hot mess that couldn't hit the ball if it was glued to your hand." He finished.
He looked over us again and sighed.
"I wonder which group this is…", he muttered sarcastically, loud enough for us to hear him.
X said something I didn't hear and a couple other girls laughed nervously.
Mr. Cullen's eyes snapped to her and I almost gulped.
"Something to say, Miss Bono ?", he squinted at her.
She was not afraid of him.
She smiled and replied, "Yea. I said I'm in the Hot Mess category. Mister Cullen."
She emphasized the last two words, bordering on mocking him.
"Shocking.", he scoffed in response, "Since the day you arrived. Anything else ?"
His smile was full of insincerity…it was scary.
She looked like she wanted to say more… but then she smirked and said, "No, that's it for now."
"Charmed.", he smirked back then let his face fall back into its very annoyed state.
"It looks like most of you are with Miss Bono, here.", he jerked his head slightly in her direction, "But now…you're in MY class. And if that thought doesn't fill your heart with terror, then you're obviously new here. So, let me fill you in. This is gym class and many of you might feel like this is the place you can fool around and take out your hostility on each other. Nothing could be further from the truth. There is to be no fighting here, of any kind."
His eyes glanced to me for a moment and I looked down a little.
"If you want to fight, come see me after class.", he offered, "I would LOVE to slap you around."
A couple of girls gave a little chuckle, as if that was a joke he was making. Mr. Cullen's eyes quickly quieted them. Is it wrong that I found that statement hot ? Where do I sign up to be slapped around ?
"Next, I want silence when I walk into this gym.", he laid out his rules. I knew this one too well. He wants silence EVERYWHERE. He would love the library.
"This is not a club or a slumber party.", he informed, "It's a class like every other. Maybe the most important one of your day. Use your time before I arrive to pray for strength, to say your goodbyes…whatever…but it will be silent."
"Lastly, you will do what I say.", he began to look into our faces, "You will do it without complaint, whining, or attitude. Disobey this one and you will know the pleasure of detention with me. Trust me, you don't want that."
I do. But I'm sick. And only Mr. Cullen has my cure. Thank God he can't hear my thoughts. And thank you, too, Hectate.
"When I come in everyday, we will do warmup exercises.", he announced, "That will be three short whistle blasts…and then you will stand."
He blew the three short blasts and we all stood up, silently.
I wonder if there's any Dom left in Mr. Cullen…hmmm….
"Squats.", he demanded, then did one…showing us the proper way to do it.
"The squat is the king of all exercises…", he shared as he did another one, "You'll build a stronger body and develop strength in your core which will translate into overall better performance. This one exercise will strengthen and work the hips, the glutes, the hamstrings, quads, and indirectly, the abs."
"Feet wider than shoulder width apart…", he began there, glancing at his own feet, "Slightly turn your toes outward…"
He stopped and said, "Then, the hips…the hip hinge…he put his hands on his own hips, you're going to slightly sit your hips back a bit…before you think of bending your knees…push your hips backwards a bit...then descend into your squat…"
"Lower down…hands together", he demonstrated slowly as the other girls and I were trying to copy his perfect descent, "And that's going to get our glutes back here really activated."
I blushed a little, wishing my glutes could get activated again…hoping no one was watching my face…again, so glad Mr. Cullen can't read my mind.
"Oh my God.", he frowned as he looked out at all of us. I glanced at the other girls and they looked okay to me. But Mr. Cullen was already on his way…to destroy us. One by one.
Once he reached a girl two girls behind me, he had lost his serial killer voice.
"Miss…?", he asked her, his voice a bit more friendly now…just a bit.
"Demonco.", she said timidly. I already felt sorry for her.
"Miss Demonco.", he addressed her calmly, "Hands together…feet apart…more…that's good. Toes a bit out…not a lot…just a bit…right…hips back."
I turned before I knew I was doing it…is he touching her hips ? STOP IT ! I told myself.
He did not touch her and I felt relieved but also bad for not trusting him.
At one point, she flinched and he said, "Don't be afraid. I won't bite."
Won't bite. Not "I DON'T bite." Cute.
He was just talking her through it, standing back, watching her. She was thin and had glasses on, long blonde hair in a ponytail. She looked nice, someone I could definitely hang out with. I felt bad for her because she looked so scared of Mr. Cullen. I guess I looked that way, too, once. I wished I could tell her that he meant her no harm. Well, anymore.
"Alright, now squat…descend down as far as you can….", he kept instructing as the other girls were trying their own squats out.
Then the girl fell over and Mr. Cullen made no attempt to catch her, probably because he didn't want her to feel his cold hands. Or…because he's the devil.
"What happened, Miss Demonco ?", he asked with a slight frown on his lips.
"I fell.", she scurried back to her feet.
"I can SEE that.", he answered, "Why did you fall ?"
"I'm not good at balancing.", she offered.
I was SO in the right class now. I nearly smiled to myself.
"Work on it.", he eyed her firmly, "Practice. At home. Every night. You will overcome that."
"Yes, Sir.", she said meekly, probably already forgetting his name.
"Mr. Cullen.", he corrected, "There are no titles here."
That was nice. I loved that he said that to her. He moved on to the next girl…
"What is it YOU'RE doing here ?", he asked her a bit loudly. I wished I could see what she was doing.
"Squats.", the girl said, a southern accent coming out of her mouth. She looked awesome. A little overweight but cute, African American, with short hair and a beautiful face.
"Really.", Mr. Cullen sounded as if he didn't believe her.
"Yea, really.", she shot back, not aggressively, but honestly.
"Start at your feet.", he pointed at hers, "Where are they ?"
"On the floor.", she sounded as if he was stupid to ask such a thing. I almost laughed.
"Where do they belong ?", he asked, his voice sounding as if it was already losing patience.
Girl after girl it was like this…every one of them was themselves…not a robot like the girls in my last gym class. It was clear these girls were intimidated by him…but not so deathly afraid of him that they couldn't breathe in his presence. That was good to see.
One girl called him Mr. Cummen. I covered my mouth to hold in my snicker.
"CULLEN", he emphasized every letter in his name as he repeated it, "C – U- L – L – E – N."
"Sorry.", the girl looked at him as if there was something wrong with him.
"Your name is ?", he asked.
"Sam…Banner.", she stated, her curly red hair reminded me of my mother's.
"Don't get angry…", he joked, referencing the Hulk. Hey, I taught him about the Hulk over the summer. I told him that was HIM in gym class when I messed up. Cool !
"I'm not angry.", she replied, not getting it. I felt bad for Mr. Cullen. The one joke he made in almost 300 years and it flopped.
"Never mind.", he shook his head a bit, "Miss Banner…get your feet correct. Apart…toes out a bit…"
The whole class was mostly Mr. Cullen teaching us how to do the warmup exercises. I felt a little sorry for him…almost. Now he was teaching us lunges.
"Right…step into it…far down as you can.", he said to the girl behind me. When he came to me, he peeked up at me and grinned. I felt warm everywhere.
"Miss Swan.", he greeted me, "You came back. How brave of you. And how spectacular for ME. Are you glad to be back among your people ?"
I grinned back and did my lunge, hoping I was doing it right. I wish I could think of something good to say in response to that one. It was excellent.
"Not bad.", he assessed me, "Further down, though…your knee should almost touch the floor. Again."
I did it again…going as far down as I could…giving a little grunt as my hands rested on my hips…
"It needs work.", he lifted his eyes to mine and a little wink that was so subtle I almost didn't catch it.
"Yes, Mr. Cummen.", I said as his eyes darkened to a glossy mustard color, "CULLEN! Mr. Cullen! C-U-L-L-E-N !"
He decided to let me live another day as he moved on…but his eyes stayed on me for another moment.
When he got to X, he said, "Miss Bono, we meet again. Lovely."
He didn't sound pleased about it. I wondered what it would be like if Mr. Cullen tried to tie X up. I secretly imagined it and smirked to myself.
Just as sarcastically, X said, "Mr. Cullen. I missed you so. How was your summer ?"
I love her so much. Fearless. I was like that once…before I walked into this class.
"Fantastic! I didn't see ONE uncoordinated female for three months!", his voice enthused so brightly it was comical. I did laugh to myself at that. He DID see one…me.
"How was YOUR SUMMER ?", he gushed too much on purpose.
"It sucked.", she replied wryly.
"Of course it did.", he rested his hands on his hips, "Are we done now ?"
"Yes.", she said curtly.
"Lunge.", he demanded, his Hannibal Lecter vibe back in place.
By the time class was over, we had all learned about five or six warmup exercises.
Mr. Cullen glanced at the time and groaned, "Jesus."
He blew his whistle twice.
"This is the sound when I want you standing and silent.", he informed.
We all stilled ourselves and waited.
"Class is almost over.", he said with distaste, "Thank the Gods. But I want you all to practice these exercises at home tonight for an hour. Tomorrow I will not dedicate a whole class to teaching you your ABC's. Come prepared or don't come at all. Understood ?"
"Yes, Mr. Cullen.", the girls weakly responded.
"Maybe I didn't ask correctly.", his eyes were unforgiving, and his voice raised a bit, "Understood ?"
"Yes, Mr. Cullen !", everyone answered louder and clearer now.
"Dismissed.", he scowled as he shook his head, his fingers going in slow circles over his temples as he walked to the bleachers, about to pick up his clipboard, so anxious to write F next to each of ours names.
I was following the other girls, hanging back as usual…they were all in front of me as I spun around, facing him now, puckering my lips and kissing the air in his direction. He gave me a very small but boyish smile as I grinned and spun back around, going to the locker rooms.
It was amazing how chameleon like he could be…one second being black and dragon like…then the next second, a young boy, fresh and sweet, smiling at me like we just saw each other for the first time.
I love you, Mr. Cullen, I said internally. So much for him being a bit softer now in gym class.
I liked this class and the girls in it. I knew it for sure as I walked into the locker room, hearing the banter in the air.
"He is in love with himself !" one girl said as another was imitating him, "I want you SILENT, pray for strength ! Is this church or gym ?!"
"He sounds just like my father ! And he's a lieutenant in the ARMY ! ", someone else was sharing their first impression of him as I turned to get to my area of the locker room.
X was there, changing, her gym t shirt off, her black sports bra exposed. I turned my eyes down as I went to my locker and began doing the combination to open it.
"He's still a dick. Some things never change.", X smiled at me and I smiled back.
"You surprised ?", I asked her. I had to be very careful here. He was certainly listening.
"No, but you'd think after a whole summer off he'd be a LITTLE bit…relaxed…in some way !", she shook her head, putting her school top on, buttoning it.
"Maybe he works at Chick Fil A or something over the summer.", I shrugged, not wanting to say anything I could be spanked for…or maybe I do want that.
"OH god…imagine ?", she asked, "His voice over the drive through mike, "SILENCE ! You will WAIT until I TELL you to place your ORDER !"
I couldn't help but burst out laughing at that one. She had him spot on in her impression !
I looked around, paranoid, and took my gym shirt off, putting on some deodorant before putting my school shirt on.
"Oh well at least the worst is over now and I can get through the rest of my day.", X hoped as she looked at her schedule to see who she had next.
I giggled and buttoned my shirt, taking the gym shorts off.
I liked X and loved talking to her. She didn't seem to be afraid of anything.
"I loved it when you asked him how his summer was.", I laughed, "That was so funny."
"I know.", she remembered, "He was pretty fun with his answer, too. I guess he's not COMPLETELY evil. He's very quick…a worthy opponent."
She was comparing Mr. Cullen to the villains now in her video games, I could hear it.
"I'm sure he wants us to SEE him that way.", I said, "He's probably a really nice guy…in real life."
Yes, it bothers me how no one else knows him the way I do. It made me sad that everyone hated him. He has so many great qualities, if he let people in to see the real him.
She snorted in derision.
"I doubt it.", she changed her shoes, "He probably EATS kittens for dinner."
Well, if Mr. Cullen wanted to keep being tough…he certainly did that today. I was glad. I liked him mean.
Ukkk…next I had Chemistry…then Graphic Design…(something I chose), then Spanish…then lunch. After that it was History, English then Group at the end of the day. Ukk. I hated this schedule. Well, Graphic Design would be cool…and English…we'd be doing some writing courses this year. That would be great. I wrote a lot of love and death poetry and stories over the summer break. Mr. Cullen inspired a lot of great stuff.
Then, after school I would be in Mr. Cullen's music program. I liked that. No more private crap with Dr. Carlisle.
He had no memory of the whole 'Miss Nickles is dead' thing. I let it go, too. It wasn't his fault that Jane had compelled him. Right now, it was as if it never happened. That was fine with me.
I wish Edward would let it go. He seemed intent on hating Dr. Carlisle. He could've gotten rid of him completely if he wanted to. Compelled the Dean to fire him or send him to another school of theirs. But he didn't. He let him stay here. Maybe he liked the idea of having someone around to keep him on his toes…or to challenge him sometimes. Most of the humans here were timid and bent to his will. But not Dr. Carlisle. Maybe he respected that.
That night I went out into the woods and found a private little spot to practice my warm up exercises. I did NOT want to be the one who screwed it up tomorrow. Or maybe I did. Maybe I would make him punish me. I had already written in the journal and wasn't sure if he'd read it yet.
I didn't go into much detail, I just wrote:
I love our days of training…me being your slave. I still am, you know. I miss being chained by you…I miss being whipped by you. I understand if you don't want to do this anymore…but I wish you would consider it. I want it. Don't hold back because you're worried about me. I want your wrath. I want your discipline. So badly. Always. I need it.
So now I would wait and see what happened next. I would not be a brat in gym class to earn his wrath. That wasn't right. I'm sure I would screw up non intentionally anyway as soon as we got back into playing volleyball.
After I was done practicing lunges and squats, I began to walk around in the woods…knowing I was safe somehow. It wasn't until about ten minutes later that I heard his voice.
"What are you doing out here, alone ?", he was asking, right behind me as I jumped, giving a little yelp.
"You SCARED me.", I put a hand to my chest.
"Good.", he frowned a bit, "You need a healthy dose of fear. Which brings me to repeat my question. What are you doing out here, alone ?"
He looked beautiful and fresh, as always, like he just took a shower. And he smelled sooo good. I put my hands on his light blue jacket and opened it…exposing his tight little t shirt…curling myself in there…inhaling him.
I just kissed his chest, the shirt over it…and breathed hotly through the cotton material. He shuddered and I felt it. I smiled.
"Swan…", he sounded like he was scolding me.
"Call me 317.", I bit the white cotton in my way.
He took a jagged breath and his voice sounded deeper when he spoke again.
"You're not answering my question.", he reminded.
"Yes, I am.", I toyed with him, "Figure it out."
I licked the cotton with my tongue and he exhaled hard…and took my hair into his hands and savagely kissed my mouth, giving me exactly what I wanted. I made little sounds as he kept kissing me…I didn't care if I got air or not…kissing him was better.
He finally stopped and placed another kiss under my lips at my chin, letting me breathe again.
"Answer me.", his voice was urgent and demanding again, his grip in my hair a bit tighter.
"I wanted you.", I replied, unashamed, "And I was practicing my exercises as ordered."
He smiled a bit.
"Ah good.", he approved of half of my answer, "But you are never to do this again, understood ? With what we just learned about James…"
I cut him off by kissing his lips in mid-sentence. I licked and sucked his lips greedily, my hands scratching their fingers in his hair.
"Someone is a horny little girl.", he raised a brow at me.
"I know.", I breathed, "I don't know why…you've fucked me every single night of the whole summer."
"Spoiled.", he correctly guessed, "It's my fault. I should deprive you for awhile now. Make you thirsty."
I whined, my hands pulling up his t shirt.
"Please, no…", I spoke like a little child.
"Uhh…", he removed my hands from his shirt, "317. Stop."
Yay ! He called me 317 !
"Why ?", I asked sadly, my eyes gazing up into his dark gold ones…they looked like melted butterscotch now.
"Because I said so.", he waited, testing my obedience.
I hated it but I stopped and stood there, pouting a bit.
He grinned at me.
"Aww", he tilted my chin up, "Isn't that the saddest face I've ever seen…"
I tried to look even sadder. Maybe that would work.
"You know better than that, 317.", his expression hardened a bit.
"Kneel.", he suddenly commanded….and a part of me rejoiced. I knelt quickly right in front of him, my nose nearly on his crotch that wore jeans at the moment.
His hands began to slowly gather all my hair up…into a single tail at the top of my head.
"I read something very interesting today.", his voice was low and a bit dark, like the Master I once knew.
I was hoping it was the journal he was referring to.
"You did ?", I asked quietly.
"I did.", he answered, then paused.
"Are you sure, 317 ?", he asked without saying too much. I was sure he would analyze this forever.
"Very sure, Master.", I responded with pure clarity, making sure he knew I MEANT what I said.
"Done.", he said with a final tone, his hand holding my hair up, tightly. I got scared. Were WE done ? Then I realized he meant that the thing I asked for…it was mine again. I nearly cried.
"Don't celebrate, 317.", he kept his voice stone, "You haven't done a very smart thing, handing me the keys again. You may regret it."
"I won't.", I assured him as I winced a bit, his slow pull on my hair was making it start to hurt a bit.
"Your safeword still stands. You are to use it when you need to. Even if it's just to ask me a question. If you want me to slow down, you say YELLOW. Is all that understood ?" he asked.
"Yes, Master."
"Good.", he slapped my ass a bit harder than usual, "Go home and go to sleep."
"But I -", I was about to argue but he raised a brow, daring me to. Oh yea. If he was my boyfriend, we would've spent the whole night together…but Master is back.
"Obedience.", he reminded, "Go home and go to bed. Get all the rest you can. When I require you, I will find you. Not before."
I almost stuck my tongue out at him. This was so unfair.
"No masturbating, either.", he reminded, "I want that little cunt crying for me when I take it next."
It was right now.
I found myself smiling a little at his bad words. He makes me so hot when he's like this.
"Yes, Master.", I agreed.
"Going forward, you don't seek ME out. I seek you…when and IF I want you. Remember that. Get out of my sight.", he gave me a slight push in the direction towards home. I knew he would watch over me to make sure I got there alright.
Well, I got my Master back. That was the good…and the bad news I thought as I smirked and walked home. Now he would make me pay for it.
I did go right to bed once I got home…X wasn't there yet so it was no problem to lay down and get to bed by 8:30 pm. Get your rest, he said…that was hot. I did as he said and DID get my rest, knowing I would need it…hopefully soon.
END OF CHAPTER 1
*Hey guys ! I'm baaaccckkkk ! LOL ! I'm trying to make Edward a more sensitive, sensual Dom. He's trying. We'll see how it goes. Hope you are liking this so far !
Love, Winndsinger