CHAPTER 4 - Shadow Boxing

Bella's POV :

Later, he was back and inspecting each boot carefully as I knelt there, my eyes down.

He had already taken excellent care of me, applying oils and medicine to my body, and I felt very relaxed now.

I had made sure those boots sparkled before he came back…I was worried he'd find something wrong with them.

Finally, after the last boot was placed down in the neat row, he simply said, "Acceptable, 317."

He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor and I crawled over there, kneeling in the spot he chose, in front of him.

"It's quite late.", he stroked my long curls as he straightened my chain leash, "I'm feeling generous so I will allow you some rest. The question is…where to bed you for the night."

He paused, waiting for me to say something. I kept silent. Do not speak unless spoken to. One of his rules.

"I think it's back to the box for you, slave.", he said as he gently stroked my hair over his leather knee and right away I tensed. I felt a frown on my lips.

This was just part of the game…to act like I didn't enjoy it.

"I would love to give you a softer bed but you have to earn that privilege. Tonight was an excellent start but you're not there yet.", he said very tenderly.

Part of me thought I should fight this…but I was just too spent to do it right now.

I nodded. "I understand, Master. I want to sleep in the box."

He pulled my leash and brought my mouth to his and he kissed me for a long time.

"Good girl.", he approved of my response I guessed.

"Do you have to urinate ?", he asked me.

"No, Master.", I replied.

"Come.", he took the leash and walked me as I crawled after him…he was taking me back to the room where that horrid box was. I hated it and he knew it.

When we got there and I saw the box I trembled a little. It again said LIVE ANIMAL on the side and this box had no openings to let some light in. In fact, the head part of the box was encased in soft soundproof type material, as if something breakable was going in there.

He made kissing sounds, flicking his head towards the box with no top on it, waiting for me to get back into it.

"Stand.", he demanded, raising my leash as I reluctantly did so, "Step in."

I stepped into it and took a deep breath. I did trust him so I obeyed. I could do this.

"Lay down.", he further ordered, "Watch your head there."

I laid myself down in the box and let him place my head into the small square padding where it belonged. He gave me a proud smile and without a word began to gather up a ball gag, a purple one.

"Open.", he put it to my lips as I opened them wide.

He placed the ball in and adjusted the straps…buckling it behind my head.

"That's a good girl.", he praised me, tapping my cheek, "Don't want you calling me all night, begging me to let you out, do we ?"

I slowly shook my head.

He placed the chain leash so it laid straight down my chest. Then he attached my wrist shackles to a metal ring in the box, padlocking it tightly as before. Then the other wrist. Then he secured my ankles inside the box.

"If you urinate inside the box, you will clean it.", he stated, standing over me now. I nodded.

He looked me over and smiled.

"You look sexy as fuck in there.", he shared, "Like a bondage barbie."

I gave a little whimper, thinking of being in the dark again, when he put the lid on over me.

"You could've slept in a nice warm cage.", he pinched my right nipple, "Or on your mattress…but you cannot be trusted to stay where you belong. You even wrote the line in your own story. Finally, you will know YOUR place. So, don't blame me that you have to be in the box. You did that to yourself. If I ever trust you again…and it will be a very long time until that happens…if ever…then perhaps you CAN sleep somewhere unguarded."

His voice had a very tight edge to it suddenly as he said, "When I require you, you are to BE THERE. It doesn't HURT me that you ran away. It inconveniences me, it irritates me. It disappoints me."

God. And I really didn't even RUN anywhere. He's good.

"Goodnight, 317.", he said, his eyes staring at mine as he went and picked up the top part of the box that he had unscrewed before.

I heard myself breathing a bit heavier as I watched him place the top over me. It fell into place, the square above my face still open for now.

"Calm your breathing.", he demanded as I heard the electric whirring of the drill screwing the screws back into place…sealing me in.

I began to make little crying sounds…not begging to be out…just softly suffering as each screw drilled me back in.

Finally, his face was there looking at me through the opening that wasn't sealed yet.

"Volleyball ?", he asked me. The safeword.

I blinked and shook my head. I would be okay. I started to calm myself down.

"If you need to say it, say it.", he urged me, "Don't be a hero."

"I'm okay.", I muffled through my gag.

"Breathe.", his voice turned tender now and he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, "Slow it down…that's right. Good girl."

He calmed me just by caring for me. In a couple of minutes, I was fine.

"You ready ?", he asked me.

I nodded, trying to smile with the gag in my mouth.

Slowly, he placed the lid down over my face. More electrical buzzing as that piece was sealed in. Then the little door over my eyes closed and I heard a little padlock snapping into its place.

And then the box began to move a bit…and I squealed out as I felt it turning to the right…sliding a bit…then stopping.

Then I felt the thing inside me beginning to come to life again. It was just making very small throbs…like a little heartbeat. I gave a little moan. I couldn't hear anything now. But I could picture Master close by, watching over my box…not leaving me completely alone. That made me feel safer.

It was so dark in here…so silent…I imagined if I DID have to really be in a box like this for weeks and weeks…I would die. I tried to close my eyes and think up some more dirty stories for him. It wasn't hard to do in here.

I got a scary thought. If he wanted to further deprive my senses, he could have loud music blaring into the box. But that didn't happen. I was glad.

As hard as it is to believe, I think I actually DID drift off a little…because suddenly I was awakened by the sound of the electric drill again. I blinked, seeing nothing. Am I getting out ? Is it morning already ?

A little light shone in down by my waist like earlier. The piece from my waist down was coming off…but nothing else.

"It's Master.", he announced so I wouldn't be afraid. I already knew that. His smell…and his fingers were unmistakably his.

"MMMM", I answered.

"I couldn't sleep.", he joked as he opened the locks that held my ankles inside the box.

"You had a nice nap for an hour.", he informed, "So I thought I'd come and use you for awhile."

He took my right leg and raised it up, then over the side of the box frame. Then the other leg. It was very uncomfortable but it hoisted my lower half up out of the box, totally accessible to him.

"Very nice.", he said, "Stay in that position."

"I kept thinking about your story.", he said, "And the brutal way the pianist fucked his little assistant…over and over again, even when she begged him to stop…for hours she was trapped in that elevator with him…and he used her every single minute they were stuck in there. He had no mercy on her, did he ?"

"No, Master.", I said through my gag, thrilled that he loved the story so much.

I couldn't move my legs now even if I WANTED to. My feet were off the floor and dangled helplessly, pinned hard against the wooden edges.

"Kind of like YOU are trapped in your box right now, hmm ?", he asked.

He seemed to sit on the box the same way, facing me, because his fingers were spreading my pussy lips apart, inspecting me. Carefully he prodded and touched me, almost as a doctor would. Then it became more intense. Without a word, he moved his cold fingers up and down against my clit…making me moan right away, unable to say anything else.

"I love how you respond to my touch right away.", he said softly as he kept massaging me there, "That's something you cannot fake."

"Mmmmm", I responded with a low, deep moan.

"You love your Master, don't you, slut ?", he asked.

"YYSSS MSSTTRRRR", I said as clearly as I could.

He worked me for a few blissful minutes then stopped abruptly.

"Nice and wet…good.", he observed aloud as he inserted a couple of his fingers inside me, getting a nice loud scream out of me.

He examined me internally with his fingers, curling them and expanding them and moved them in and out, slowly…I was still mostly in the dark but him touching me made me alright.

"MMMMM", I moaned even louder now, my legs shivering, out of my control.

"Tell me how dark it is in there.", he said to me.

"TTTSSS SSSSS DDDRRRKKKK MMSSTTRRR…PPTTTCCHHH BLLLKKKKK", I garbled through my gag.

"Are you afraid, little one ?", he asked sympathetically, moving his fingers a bit faster now.

"NTT NNYYMMRRR MSSTTRR", I said not anymore Master. He understood me.

"Aww.", he sounded touched, "So sweet. Because of me ?"

Then I felt a little line of cold air blowing against my clit. I could just see him leaning in, blowing his breath over it, smiling at my reaction.

"MMMM", I gave another little sound of distress, "YSSS MSSTTRRRR"

His fingers spread me open again and then I felt his cool tongue, so wet…slowly lapping up…up…up from the bottom of my pussy to the clit…the tongue was not clumsy or timid…it was sensual and hungry…thirsty actually…and seemed to love the taste of me as he moved against my flesh.

'UUGGHHHH", I screamed out in lust as he kept doing it…it was so wet and thick…it even seemed to feel warmer as he continued.

"Fuck, but I can never stay angry with you.", he said between licks…then a little bite of his teeth at my clit as I squealed.

Then his tongue penetrated and slid into my pussy, so deep inside…and he swirled it, fucking me with it…I was screaming, digging my fingernails into the wood and lifting my pussy up higher with my stomach muscles so he could have even more of me. The pain didn't matter.

He curled and uncurled his tongue inside me, wiggling it and making me cry out in agony as the pleasure coursed through my every vein…I did feel tears coming out of my eyes as he made me feel things…things I never dreamt of before him.

"You are so divine.", he said, his tongue gone suddenly from me. I made another sound, telling him to get that tongue back in there.

"May I drink, slave ?", he asked, closing his lips over my aching wet clit.

This was something he was doing now. When he wanted to taste my blood, he would always ask first. I never said no.

"YSSS MSSSTTRRR", I answered, on fire, raising my hips up more so he could have me. This was the hugest turn on I had ever felt in my life.

I felt his teeth on the spot above my clit…I felt a tiny little prick and then his voice growled like a lion's would. It made me shiver.

I could feel warm liquid…not much…and his lips covered that spot…and his tongue lapped at it…his lips closed and opened…and he was gently sucking my skin there.

Yes…he had bitten me…and was tasting my blood. I was glad…so glad that he could have it now…and enjoy it. And he did a lot. Almost every part of me has been gently bitten at one time or another…this did not frighten me. Master was always in control with my blood. He had tasted it often so he could handle it now.

"Oh my God…", he whispered reverently, licking me again, "Your blood brings me to my KNEES, Bella Swan. It makes my body feel so fucking alive…my eyes see better…my cock even feels harder…I can almost feel my blood pumping…my heart beating again. No one else on the face of the earth could make me feel this…only you. You own me, Bella Swan."

I pictured him on his knees and felt so hot inside. I moaned hard, wanting him now.

As if he read my mind, I heard him unbuckling his pants…and savagely, he lifted my ass into his hands and raised my pussy up higher…and thrust himself inside me as I shouted out in my dark head box, biting down on the ball in my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up.", his Master voice sneered as he kept fucking me harder and harder. I wasn't complaining just screaming from the depth of my soul in pleasure.

"When I want this pussy…", he growled, his strokes urgent, "It BETTER fucking BE HERE…always ! You hear me, you little slut ?"

"YSSS MSSTTRRR !", I growled through the gag.

"I had to go find some other slut when I couldn't find you.", he delivered a very powerful thrust as I cried out, and he finished, "I had to put a bag over her head and pretend it was YOU. It really put me out."

I growled through my gag, "MMM SSRRRYYY MSSTTRRRR !"

"And you better not be putting teeth marks into my ball gag.", he warned, driving into me as I shouted out again.

He was literally fucking my brains out. I loved every second of it. He slapped my ass hard, too, as he pummeled me. It was so hot I nearly fainted. And all the time, he never saw my face at all…it was like I WAS a tool, a utensil for him to use and put back in the box. And that made me even hotter for him.

When he was finally done and he roared again…and I felt his venom inside me…I knew he had come. I closed my eyes, exhausted but thrilled.

He was panting a bit…and I felt my legs being placed down, outside the frame as before…still pinned and helpless to move.

His fingers began to stroke me between the legs…and it was so sensitive there that I cried a little as he touched it. He didn't stop…but he was gentle and slow.

"Shhh baby…shhhh….", he spoke to me like a nervous filly, "You relax…"

A few minutes later, he carefully lifted my right leg and placed it back down straight inside the box. A kiss upon my thigh. Then he did the same with my left leg. And another kiss on that thigh.

I heard the clicking of the locks securing my ankles. I made a weak little sound of sadness.

Without saying anything, he placed the wooden piece back over my lower half…and I whimpered, wanting him to stay with me.

But the sounds of the electric screwdriver drowned me out as he secured the box back together again.

I felt like a piece of meat…or a toy…and that fueled me to want him even more !

Then the big square piece above my head opened…he was there, and gave me a very satisfied smile.

"You've earned some water.", he explained, reaching in and unbuckling my gag.

I didn't know how I'd drink water laying down but then he closed the big square….and a little circle opened above my mouth.

"Open.", he said…and I saw a clear nipple come into the hole. It looked like a baby bottle.

"Come on…", he urged, "Drink."

I put my mouth around the nipple and sucked on it…the water was very cold and wonderful. It was weird drinking it this way but it worked.

"Good girl.", he sounded proud, "Suck all that water down. If you're good, I'll allow you to urinate in the morning."

It didn't take long to finish the water in the bottle and he removed it, closing the hole and locking it, putting me back in total darkness now.

"Go to sleep now.", he commanded and I didn't hear him again.

It was nicer sleeping without the ball gag in my mouth and I was glad to have it out. I didn't call him or beg or make noise. After that fucking, I slept like a baby.

I woke up to the sound of the drill unscrewing the box again. I tried to stretch my body as the sounds kept buzzing over head…and then the lid was coming off.

I couldn't tell in this room if it was really morning yet…no windows. I smiled as I saw him and he gave me a very nice smile too.

"Good morning, 317.", he greeted me.

"Good morning Master.", I answered pleasantly.

He unlocked my ankles and wrists from the box, the shackles still on though…and he took my chain leash.

"Step out.", he put a hand on my back, steadying me, and he gave me a very nice kiss on the lips.

I hoped I didn't have morning breath. How embarrassing.

Before I could take another step, he stopped me and began to rip a short piece of black electrical tape from its spool.

"Hands behind you.", he said as he put the tape diagonally across my nipple, covering it, smoothing it with his finger.

Then another piece, the same length, made an X going across my nipple. He smoothed it, securing it to my skin as he did the same on my other breast. I was about to tell him how cute that looked when he took another spool of thicker, wider electrical tape out…and pulled a long piece off, tearing it with his teeth. And placing it over my mouth, smoothing it down tight. He smiled and kissed the tape over my lips briefly, and said, "Crawl."

He had my leash and led me down the hallway to the outside area in back…this is where I once carried large stones and dug holes and moved dirt from one hole to the other…then back again…and it was raining out here…pretty hard.

I was already getting muddy as I crawled out after him. He stopped next to a half fallen wall, stones stacked up a bit on the grass.

"Urinate.", he stopped here and demanded.

"Open your legs…wider…", he kicked them apart.

I tried…but it wouldn't come…I still wasn't used to this part of our relationship.

"Come on, 317.", he pushed, "I'm getting wet."

Finally, I let myself go and just did it. I felt like a dog, pissing on the grass like this…it was so humiliating.

"Good girl.", he yanked me up to my feet and pushed me towards this pile of stones, "Get up there."

It didn't look very sturdy…but I slowly climbed up there…the stones were rough and sharp on my bare feet.

He was suddenly behind me, bending me over a bit, taking my hands behind me, attaching the shackles together…then I felt a length of rope going between the shackles…and then he tossed the rope up over something above me…and brought it down, making me bend over more…and he secured it to part of the wall behind me. I was really leaning far over…on my tip toes now…it was a bit scary and the rain was so cold…and angry in its downfall.

The thunder rumbled a bit in the distance, as if interested in what Master was doing with me.

Then he attached a length of rope to my chain leash and pulled it taught below me…tying it to a little metal post there in the cement under the stones.

"MMGGHHHHH", I complained a bit at this position. It was very uncomfortable and wet…and cold.

"Open your legs…", he stood in front of me, his hair all wet now, too, his bare chest glistening with the raindrops, "More…more…come on, 317. Yes…that's perfect."

"You may suffer for me for awhile.", he grinned, "And get clean. I'll be back later."

And, running a hand through his hair, he walked back inside, leaving me out here. I purposely made a very loud and bratty "RRRRRRRRRRR !" sound, aiming it at his back as he disappeared from my view.

In a minute, I was drenched…my hair hung wetly over my face as I stared down at the rope that held my leash. My arms were getting sore, my legs…my feet…my body shivered…this sucked ! But who ever said all this was supposed to be fun ? I know, I know…I wanted this.

Then at one point I could see him inside, watching me…a towel in his hand…and he was drying his hair with it…I know he's doing that on purpose…bastard. I couldn't suppress the childlike whine that came out of my taped mouth.

The wind began to blow too…so there was that added fun to deal with. I kept making myself think of song lyrics…singing inside my head as I waited for him to come and get me. Please…please come get me Master.

Suddenly the box didn't seem so terrible. Maybe that was his point.

A long while later, Master was coming outside to where I was.

"I really hate to take you down from there.", he looked at me, adoringly, "You look so damn hot up there like that. A drowned little rat."

"RRRRRR !", I dared to growl at him, struggling as much as I could.

"What's that ?", he asked, "You want more time out here ?"

I shook my head and tried to make my sounds more sad now than angry.

"Watch your tone, bitch.", he warned gently, "I can always put you in the tank."

He didn't release me but instead came up onto the stones and stood behind me. His hands were squeezing and clutching at my ass.

"Count off.", he ordered me as he delivered a very hard slap to my ass cheek.

I screamed and muffled the word ONE.

I almost forgot the correct protocol.

Behind the tape, I quickly added, "THHKK UU MSSTRRRR"

"Ah…you almost fucked up.", he was glad I caught that.

He gave me a very tough spanking out there…the water making the slaps seem even more painful. My pussy also got some of the abuse…his hands were like marble as he punished me.

After he was finished, I trembled and mewed weakly under the tape over my mouth. My legs were shaking a bit as I tried to keep up on my toes.

"I so love spanking my little bitch.", he moved my wet hair out of the way and was gently biting into my neck, his hands on my breasts, clutching…digging his nails in, "You wanted to be outside all alone…"

"That makes me so hot.", he shared with me.

His hands stroked me, letting me keep being up here awhile longer…I was getting turned on myself.

"God, the tickets I could sell for this.", he teased me…I hope…"A line would be around the field to come get a nice turn with you in this position."

"RRRRR", I gave a little growl, jerking my head a bit.

"Don't worry.", he chuckled, "You are all mine, you poor little bitch."

"UUGGGHHHH", I didn't hide the feeling that I was not enjoying this.

He hopped down off the stones and looked up at me.

"A little cold water and look what a brat you're being.", he smirked at me.

I closed my eyes and tried to behave. Go inside myself and breathe…meditate.

"I was thinking about your request…", he let the rain wet his hair so a very sharp piece hung over one eye sexily.

"To do something useful…", he grinned, "And you're right. This is a big school. There are so many things to be done around here. And no one ever volunteers to help with the dirty work. You're so kind to step forward."

Uh oh.

" I have just the thing for you.", he announced.

END OF CHAPTER 4

**What do you think Edward should have Bella do for her chores ? Thanks for your reviews and ideas ! I love reading them !