CHAPTER 7 - Foul
Bella's POV :
Now we were in bed, together…me bound down to it tightly, every inch of me covered beautifully with rope…like I was spun into a delicate web…and I was helplessly caught underneath my sensual spider.
His mouth was kissing mine…he was naked and straddling my waist as I tried to lift my head to kiss him back. It was very romantic now…candles lit everywhere…the dogs sleeping on the floor beside the bed. We were at his house now…my new favorite place.
His hand curled around my neck and he lightly squeezed as I breathed out and kept kissing him…my lips becoming more savage in their energy. He gave a knowing grin between kisses, seeing that his hand on my throat enticed me to be more horny than before.
"Comfortable ?", he teased, grabbing my hair and kissing me again, more ferociously this time.
"Not at all.", I smirked back, biting his bottom lip as hard as I could…he moaned…liking that.
He looked over me, my wrists bound to a rope that went around the posts on the corners of the bed…my ankles also bound the same way.
"I knew I should've gagged you.", he smothered my lips with his mouth again…silencing me.
He pulled away and said, "I know…"
He crawled over my head and put his cock into my mouth.
"There you go.", he smiled down at me, "That should keep you nice and quiet."
I tried to give it a little bite…but it was firm and thick…and he just snickered at me.
"I don't hold any dental degrees.", he slowly pushed his cock in further, punishing me for that, "But if you break your teeth, I could try and fix it."
I choked and whimpered as he moved up and down in my mouth, his hands holding the headboard in front of him, his eyes flashing with a glint of wickedness as he stared down at me.
"I love watching you suck my cock.", he purred as he moved down deeper, putting the head near the back of my throat, holding it there…
I held still…holding my breath…waiting for him to release me. He had taught me this many times before.
"Hold it…", he said gently, "Hold it…such a good girl…"
Then he withdrew and I was able to breathe again…I panted as he kept slowly fucking my mouth, not letting himself out even for a second.
"You don't need air, do you ?", he teased, "You want to make me happy more than breathing,
don't you ?"
"MMmm hmmm", I answered, unable to move my head much with his knees on both sides of it this way.
"I knew it.", he kept moving…enjoying this immensely.
"I could do this for hours…", he shared later, letting me think about that possibility.
"You don't have anywhere to be for awhile, do you, slut ?", he asked with a dark glitter in his voice.
"NNNNn", I tried to speak even though my mouth was very full.
"I didn't think so.", he pushed in a bit forcefully as he said that and I choked and gagged.
He smiled brightly. "I love that sound."
Every now and then he would allow me some air and he would order me to lick his magnificent cock from top to bottom…to suck the head as hard as I could…even to bite carefully sometimes…then he demanded, "Open."
And his penis was back in my mouth, taking its time with me as I sucked and licked it inside my mouth, trying to swirl my tongue around it as he moved in and out…he made no secret that he was enjoying it…his moans and sounds thrilling me as always.
He finally gave me some mercy and let me breathe while he covered my body with his kisses, his tongue and venom saliva. It was a pleasant little burn as he sucked and licked my nipples…even my armpits weren't safe as he marked every inch of me with his mouth. Even though I was tied down…it was very sensual and romantic. I arched my head back as he finally got to my clit…and he ravaged it as if he couldn't wait another second to taste it. He moaned so loudly when he was licking me there…as if it were the best thing he ever had in his mouth.
Later, he had me bound in another position. On top of him…straddled over his waist…my arms in the air above me…tied to the posts that went across over the bed…my knees bound to my leg, bent, as my hair fell over my face when I looked down at him.
"Fuck me, 317.", he smirked, demanding in his tone as he put his hands around my hips, helping me move faster down upon him.
I grabbed at the ropes around my wrists and used that for leverage to move myself up and down upon him too…and he loved that.
"Yea…fuck me…harder….", he growled as he watched me, proud to see me in a position where I was doing the work.
I could see my own breasts bouncing wildly as I rode him hard…I was screaming from the fucking BLISS that was going through my body with each motion.
He was thrusting up into me as well…his face wearing a lovely mask of pain and pleasure at the same time…it made me so hot to see him that way…and I growled and wanted to fuck him to death !
"HARDER SWAN !", Mr. Cullen came out of his voice and I found myself obeying without thinking about it…I was going to die…but I'd die happily.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK !", I howled over and over again…my heart was about to explode…but who cares ?
A dark piece of my brain saw me splitting in two halves if we went any harder…a bloody mess falling all over Master…I dismissed it and kept going.
At last, he held me still at my hips and he screamed out…louder and with more human sounds than I'd ever heard him make before…and I felt him come inside me…the delightful little burn that I had come to love so much…I tensed a moment…letting it cool inside me…I noticed my body was shiny with sweat and I was shaking so hard…I had come so many times…I lost count…I couldn't even think of a thing…my mind was blank of everything except one thing…him.
I couldn't even form words for a minute…and it seemed neither could he. He was just holding me there, tight against him…not moving…his eyes closed…his lips smiling…his body jerked a couple times…and I blinked…I made him like that ?
"Damn girl.", he finally spoke, his eyes opening a slit to look at me, "You are NEVER getting away from ME."
After a moment, he lifted me a bit and carefully pulled himself out of me…he knelt on the bed and kissed my waist…small little kisses…that tickled me and made me feel like an angel. He moved his fingertips so lightly along my sides…making me giggle and writhe from the sensation. He smiled at me and traced his fingers over my mouth…like it was a magical thing he'd discovered.
"Hang there.", he ordered, slowly moving from the bed…going into the bathroom, not needing to turn the light on. He came back with a basin…yes, a basin…I don't think I ever saw a real one before…filled with steaming water…some soap in it…a cloth and a towel.
I silently watched him as he sunk the cloth into the hot water and grinned up at me as he began to gently wash me…his other hand untied the ropes around my legs, freeing them as he took my foot and made sure to move the hot cloth over every inch of it…even between my toes as I laughed a little.
Without a word, he moved the hot wet cloth over my very sensitive pussy…inside as well…as I moaned and let my head fall back. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever felt…if you can believe that. I was panting a little by the time he was moving the soft cloth over my right breast, making sure to go in slow, wide circles around it as I breathed harder.
He reached up to my face and put the cloth to my lips…and I bit into it…he chuckled and pulled the cloth out, dunking it in the water and then starting to wash my face with it…then down my neck…his lips kissed me there…and then again lower…
"Please….", I whimpered, unsure of what I was saying that for…maybe the intensity was just too much for my brain to handle it…but I didn't want him to stop.
"Please what ?", he whispered, licking his tongue down my throat…kissing the hollow spot at the bottom of my neck.
There was so much I wanted to say…but what came out was….
"I don't know…", I breathed…and he gave a soft laugh.
"You're so fucking cute…", he murmured as he kissed the top of my left breast.
I don't remember him ever calling me that before. I loved it.
"Can I…", he breathed harder, as he nuzzled my nipple with his nose, "Taste you ?"
I shivered inside, realizing he wanted my blood again.
"You don't have to ask me….", I said with a deep voice, looking down at his face, "It's yours…"
He exhaled with need in his voice…and his fingernails dug slightly into my breast…I gave a little yelp and he looked right up at me, his eyes asking if I was alright.
"I will ALWAYS ask.", he informed, "It's not mine, it's YOURS. God damn me if I EVER feel like it's alright to take it without asking you first."
I nodded, watching a couple little dots of my blood surface on my breast. I moaned…watching it slowly creep out…and crawl down over the slope of it…I felt so dizzy and aroused as he stared at me and opened his mouth…moving under the trail where the little lines of blood were going…there were three little drops coming his way.
I felt my ribs tighten as I kept breathing, watching him close his eyes and lick his tongue up under the little beads…his body trembled and he actually whimpered ! I felt my fingers tighten into fists at the magic of that sound…I almost wept.
"Are you alright ?", he asked me, his eyes concerned.
"Yes.", I smiled at him, "Go on…"
He gave me his smile and moved back under my breast, licking and kissing the blood on my skin. I was so turned on and didn't hide it as he kept licking and sucking my breast.
"That's so fucking hot…", I whispered as he smiled and closed his lips again around the little trails of red there.
He licked up my ribs and up to the breast again…slowly he kept tasting me…enjoying me as I fell into a very aroused, weakened kind of state…not from blood loss…just because he was killing me with the heat of it all.
I could see now how a woman could just let all her blood be drained out of her body and not scream her head off in horror. It was a death of pleasure…a welcome one. Even if I died right now…I would go with a big dumb smile on my face.
"I love you…", I whispered to him as he moaned and swallowed.
"I LOVE you too.", he said right away, clutching at my breast, biting a little on the meat there…, "So fucking much…oh my God…you taste so fucking good…"
I never feared he would drink too much…even now when he sounded desperate for more…I trusted him completely.
"Bite me again.", I begged with a very hushed voice, "Please…."
"Oh fuck…", he sounded helpless to resist when I invited him in like this.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my neck back a bit…and I felt a little pinch there…not at my jugular…but lower down. He exhaled and inhaled with desire…and covered the spot with his whole open mouth.
His hold on my hair was concrete…holding my neck to his mouth….and his other hand cradled the back of my head. I was going nowhere. I didn't want to.
With my closed eyes, I could see his face…in every way I had ever seen it…in gym class, in the meadow…in the forest…in the rain…in Dr. Carlisle's office…in the dark…in the dungeons…in the hot tub…I didn't know how much time had passed…but I just opened my eyes when he opened his mouth and released me…his tongue moved over the little wound…sealing it.
My head hung limply after he let me go. Then his lips were kissing mine…his arms around my body. I felt the ropes loosening and I was slowly coming down…falling into his arms…he kissed me again…his tongue licking mine as I responded with mine.
"My girl…", he gently laid me on the bed and laid beside me…his fingers moving down between my legs as I lazily smiled at him, moving my fingers over his chest and face.
His lips descended down to kiss my breast and he was so gentle… so reverently…as if I was something holy and precious.
We were Master and slave again…but also so much more…I really felt like we were soulmates…and him tasting my blood actually made ME feel full of lust and want…it was like our bodies were on fire whenever they were close to each other…I couldn't imagine ever being without him…like this. I would never be able to touch any other man…or let him touch me. Ever. I was ruined for anyone else.
I fell asleep beside him as he lightly touched me…the last thing I heard him whisper was, "I love you, Bella Swan."
"I love YOU Edward Cullen….", I faintly heard myself say as I drifted off…
Edward's POV:
Again, I wore the poor little thing out. She was exhausted as she fell asleep with a smile on her little lips.
I checked her pulse…putting my fingers to her wrist…it was normal. A quick assessment told me that she was fine, just tired. I almost took one more swallow than I should have but I had stopped myself.
I really put her through a lot this weekend. The flogging, the horse stalls…the Sybian…I think we both had a great time, though. I wasn't aware how much I missed the Master role until she wrote to me in her journal about wanting that back. One thing is clear – I'm still a sick fuck. Did I really think that was all gone ? Or that it was all my inner demon's fault ? I sighed, laying on my back next to her, listening to her breathe.
I have really screwed this whole thing up beyond repair. She's having nightmares now. About what Jane and Victoria were planning to do with me. Fuck ! I wanted to break something…smash it. I already had weeks ago when she began to have the dreams. Not in front of her…but still…I hated that she was suffering more than her usual because of me. She doesn't feel safe with me. She wants to become a vampire just to protect me from James now.
And yes, part of me was really angry with her when she wouldn't drop it. I'm the Master, if I tell her to do something, she should do it. No. That's wrong. She had denied me nothing since becoming mine. Even me drinking her blood is an erotic adventure for her now. Little does she know that every time I'm tempted to just keep swallowing. Only love halts me in place…and keeps me on my knees like a little bitch. I don't mind. Actually it's better I couldn't drink her blood before I fell in love with her…that would've been IMPOSSIBLE to control back then. She might already be dead now if I had.
The way she described me in that last dream…I've had similar thoughts myself…all summer while we laid there naked by the lake…I would sometimes think, "I could be without my arms and legs right now…at Jane and Victoria's fucking mercy."
Like I'd said, I do deserve such a fate. It would be justice definitely. And in that moment that I thought they really HAD wiped Bella's memories of me…it was further justice, stealing the one good thing that ever happened to me since I died. I was glad that she would go on, not thinking of me…not even remembering me…but her mind was too strong to be erased, even by Victoria's powers.
I would have to find some witches of my own. I would need more than vampire power and mind reading ability to protect Bella from James. Victoria had been able to make me vulnerable…Jane made me weak, helpless. I could never let that happen to me again. I would have to have some help. A way for Bella to get out of here, even if it was against her will, if James did return.
I had already sketched his face with his long hair as it used to be…I also did others with his hair shorter, and different looks he might have today. I put this bulletin out there in every town in every state, hacking into the police files…if anyone did spot James, I would hear about it. Even that was a weak plan. James could hide just as I could. Even if a human saw him, James could compel them to stay silent or forget it completely.
I had showed Bella these pictures…just so she would know his face if he did show up around here, too. But I felt sick just thinking that she could be that close to him, even for a moment.
I could turn myself in to James, let him have me…if he would leave Bella alone. But he wouldn't do that. He would agree then kill her too, right before my eyes as he had done before. I was sure of that. For some reason, James hated me. It couldn't still be about the saloon and the girls…could it ? After all this time, why would he want ME punished ? He had accomplished that by stealing the girls and my life. Was he really waiting all this time for me to be happy again just to come back and fuck me again ?
There had to be more to it than this. It made no sense. Yes, Jane and Victoria's rage I understand. I was evil then…I ended their lives even if I didn't actually stab them myself. I raped them…I imprisoned them…humiliated them and starved them. I didn't blame them for coming after me.
I wish I could remember more from my human years…maybe there was something between him and Esme….or one of the other girls. She never told me much about it, even after he hurt her. She said she was fine and not to get involved. But as I got older, and stronger, that became less and less of a possibility. She was my mother, my true mother. I would not stand aside and let any man harm her. But in the end, that's exactly what I did. Rope. Rope kept me from saving my mother and my girls. Now I play with it and use it to tie Bella up so I can ravage her. I can still feel their blood on my face sometimes…I can smell it…taste it. I can hear their screams and my own. It's still crystal clear….that part of my human life.
Part of me wishes James WOULD come. I want him dead. I want my rightful chance to rip his eyes out with my fingers and shove them down his fucking throat. I want MY revenge. A year ago this would not have been a problem. A chance to kill him, to make him hurt…I would've jumped at the chance.
But now there is a little girl named Bella who loves me and would not leave me even if I ordered her to go. She wants to fight the 266 year old vampire to save me. It was excruciating enough for me to watch while she offered her wrists to two 50 year old vampires. If I could've vomited, I would have. She had tricked them well…she was crafty and smart. But that would not be enough to defeat James. He would not be having a conversation with her…he would just grab her and start hurting her. And if he knows how to make me weak and vulnerable as they had…we were dead. Worse…SHE was dead. Then I really would burn in my own private Hell, knowing I couldn't save her either. Oh I was going to Hell anyway, regardless…but that would just be the most bitter nail in my coffin.
I considered breaking up with her, sending her away. I could do that. I should do that.
But I can't. More than just what her blood does to me, her love chains me so tightly that sometimes I can hardly breathe. And her blood…I am an addict to it now. I can't go more than a day without it, even in its smallest dose. All other blood is almost flavorless to me now. It makes me feel stronger…younger…as I'm drinking it…I feel human…almost. It's the most euphoric thing I've ever felt.
Even those two days that I was angry with her…or angry with myself…I felt empty and miserable. Nothing made me happy. I was without my drug and worse, without her love. And even when I saw her in gym class, I tried to play my part as mean Mr. Cullen…and it felt like I was swallowing glass. Her not being in my life was not just an emotional loss, it hurt me physically too. My body ached for her blood…and my heart ached for hers. I was afraid what I'd become if I actually left town without her. I was scared that I'd go back to my old life of hunting for women…seducing them…then trapping them and torturing them. And worse…killing them when they bored me or would not behave.
Emmett agreed to come if I called him. He was closeby…living in the boy's school just as I lived here. He was a teacher there and while we weren't best friends, we were close enough to allow the other to do his thing in the other school. He would protect Bella he'd told me…but the more I thought of it the more I knew she would hate that. Being with Emmett from now on…in an all boys' school ? How would that work out ? I couldn't ask Emmett to watch over her for the rest of her life. She would be miserable. But at least she would be alive.
I wanted to scream. There was no good solutions here. Only one. For me to kill James before he could hurt Bella. It sounded simple…but so much could go wrong.
The next morning, when Bella woke up, I had made her a nice fruit plate for breakfast…she was eating it while I was folding my laundry. I didn't think of it…but she was smiling at me in a weird way.
"What ?", I asked her, checking the time. We had an hour before school.
"You're so cute…", she put a strawberry in her mouth, "Folding your clothes. I never see you do stuff like that."
I grinned, folding a t shirt perfectly square with my vampire speed to really impress her.
"Well", I teased, "I used to have 316 slave girls…now I don't. You do the math."
"They did your laundry ?", she asked me, stunned.
"Laundry, house cleaning…", I nodded, "Car repair…lawn work…maintenance…dog sitting…everything."
"Wow.", she blinked, "I just never thought of that."
I smelled my t shirt from the laundry basket and said, "Jillian Anderson…used to do my laundry. She did something to my clothes that made them smell…unbelievable…I don't know what it was…but it's not here anymore. And the way she creased my slacks…damn…you could cut your finger on it."
She looked at me with a hint of jealousy.
"You're not jealous of the girl who used to wash my underwear I hope.", I checked.
"No.", she said, "But…how come you let them into your house but not me ? You used to say I could never come here."
"Bella…your scent was making me crazy.", I reminded her, "I'm supposed to bring you home so I could smell it all the time ? And to my private home where there are no witnesses ? You wouldn't have made it past the kitchen."
She looked like she got what I was saying, she nodded.
"Yea sorry.", she ate a grape now, seeing my point.
"Is this taking all the romance out of it for you ?", I asked her, smirking a bit.
"Not at all.", she smiled warmly at me, "I love this. It makes you seem more…real."
"Did you like cleaning my boots the other day ?", I asked her, changing the subject.
"Yes !", she beamed brightly, "I LOVED that. It was so nice to serve you…like that…and the way we were talking…it was beautiful."
She blushed as I smiled, loving her even more as her devotion to me shined in her eyes.
Then she added, "And I LOVED licking your leather pants…the way you made me lick them…"
Her shyness was mesmerizing to me. I always loved the shy ones. They were so much fun to shock.
There were so many girls that played tough…who wanted to show me that they weren't afraid of me. They didn't stay tough for long. I always won out in the tough guy department.
"I used to see Dominants sometimes with their slaves…and some of them truly loved each other…they were close…like that night you cleaned my boots. I saw a couple doing just that once…and I envied them. You could see the love and affection between them…and they were still slave and Master. I used to think that would be impossible for me. It was nice to see that I was wrong about that. You have no idea what that meant…to me, Bella."
"Awww.", she blushed again and I tried to make myself think of something besides her blood rising to the surface of her cheeks. She came to me and moved my laundry basket out of the way…and kissed me.
"I love you, Master.", she didn't have to say it…it was sparkling in her eyes as she looked at me now. Every time she looked at me, actually. Words didn't say it as beautifully as they did.
"I love YOU, little girl.", I kissed her again, "Go eat…we leave for school soon."
"Can't we ditch today ?", she whined.
"No, we can't.", I shot back, "There is a lot I need to do today."
"Like what ?", she asked, pouting, picking Tank up and kissing him as his little ears perked up.
"I have classes today…", I began, "And two meetings to attend…and I have students that need my help to audition for their spots in Julliard…"
"Alright, alright.", she gave in, "You should take a day off once in awhile…it's nice."
"We just had two days off.", I stated, "And a whole summer two weeks ago."
She came over and put her hand over my mouth, playfully. I gave her a stern look and she took her hand off.
"Careful, Bella.", I warned her, "My teeth are dangerous."
"You bite me all the time.", she argued again.
"I have full control when I bite you…", I folded my shorts now, "I'm not mad…just be careful."
She made a sad little face and I laughed.
"I said I'm not mad.", I told her again.
"How do you…", she asked, "Change a human to a vampire ?"
I gave her a very hard look now. She paled a bit.
"I don't know because I've never done it.", I said firmly, "And I never will."
"But you know HOW it's done…", she probed carefully.
"Yes, it happened to me.", I blinked and smiled like a maniac, hoping it would deter her.
"I know…", she waited.
"Bella…we are not having this discussion now.", I said flatly.
"Fine.", she sighed, flicking her finger to a piece of orange on her plate.
"Stop pouting.", I suggested, putting all the folded clothes into the basket now.
"I will in a minute.", she promised.
I almost felt sorry for her. I hid a smile.
"Being a vampire is not fun or cool, Bella.", I told her the truth, "It's Hell. Every vampire I ever met agrees on this one. And it's irreversible. You will not be in Hell if I can help it. So, eat your fruit and let's get you to school. Cling to your human life, Bella. With all your might, cling to it. Even if you don't realize it now, it's everything. Any vampire…even me…would love to have your life right now. TV and movies have it all wrong."
"Alright, I get it.", she was through with my lecture, a typical teenager. I began to sympathize a bit with Charlie. It's not easy raising a teenager.
The ride to school was quiet and I stared at the road as I drove.
"Are you angry with me ?", I asked her, determined to talk things out from now on.
"No.", she said quietly, looking at her fingernails.
"What's wrong then ?", I asked, looking at her.
"I just don't see how this is going to work out…", her lip trembled a little, "Me getting older and older…you staying the same…I've had nightmares about that, too. It really scares me."
I wanted to sigh but I held it in. I have had this feeling from the start…since I began to have feelings for her…
"I know.", I said, agreeing with her, "I just don't see another way for us."
I looked at her and felt a pang of panic in my chest. Did she not want to see me anymore ? What is she thinking ? I had to know it was driving me mad.
"Do you want to end this ?", I asked her calmly.
"No.", she almost shouted, looking at me with panic in her eyes now.
"I was just asking.", I took a breath, "It sounded like…never mind."
"I am with you.", she said directly to me, "Always. That won't change. I just…don't like that plan. I want to be young…with you…forever. Don't you want that too ?"
"Bella, even humans don't get that.", I pointed out, "They fall in love and grow old together…that's the way it's supposed to be…I am a mistake, a thing that should've died a long time ago…"
"Shut up.", she cut me off, "You're NOT a mistake ! I love you, you jerk !"
I nearly laughed. Her being angry and fierce was so adorable to me. She was like a kitten trying to attack.
"Alright.", I didn't provoke her any further, "I know you love me. I love you too. That's why I won't change you. Period. Arguing won't change my mind."
She was about to speak again.
"Wait.", I stopped her, "Bella…I have told you some of my stories…the women I've killed…I did that on purpose, not giving a shit about their lives…they were like flies to me then…but…it's not like that for me anymore, Bella. Because of you. I can't go back and change what I've done to those women…and girls…but I don't want to kill another innocent person ever again. Especially you. I can't – I WON'T."
Just then we had pulled up to the school. I was in the parking lot, staring at the other cars.
She put her arms around me and held me close. This surprised me.
"Okay.", she said, "I understand. I won't ask you about it again. I'm sorry…Master."
This was a miracle I didn't see coming. She wouldn't ask me about this again ? I wanted to FLY !
"Really ?", I sounded skeptical as I looked at her.
"Really.", she said, snuggling her nose into my neck.
"Bella, we're in the parking lot at school.", I reminded her.
"Oh shit.", she pulled away fast, looking around, "Did anyone see ?"
"No.", I answered, sure of that.
"Okay…", she sheepishly opened her door, "I guess…I'll see you later ?"
"In about fifteen minutes.", I grinned.
"You won't…leave…right ?", she asked, sensing the possibility, "You wouldn't leave without telling me first, I hope."
I exhaled and replied honestly, "No, Bella. I wouldn't. I promise."
That made her relax immediately…it was the proof of her naivety that a simple two words could make her trust me completely. The old me made promises all the time…and I never kept any of them.
"Okay…bye.", she smiled, getting out and closing the door as I waited a minute for her to be out of sight.
"Bye.", I said, watching her walk to the school.
I should leave right now. Go and never come back. Not say a word to her about it, not even a note. That would make her hate me. That was the right thing to do.
I put my hand on the key of the car and was about to turn it…to leave. I could do it. Just turn the key, you bastard. Do right by her. Go. Now !
But I never did the right thing. I took my key out of the ignition, got out of the car and went to gym class. Fuck me.
Feeding at the prison was not as convenient as doing it in the school but it was kind of fun. Sneaking into the yard…climbing barbed wire fences…eluding guards and choosing my victims that were neatly lined up in their cages while asleep…it worked. I could feed off 20 of them and never trip one alarm. And that would keep me sated for weeks and I wouldn't have to leave Bella every night.
And I really did feel that masculine energy from the blood I drank. Even a couple days later, I would be especially mean and rough around the edges. That's not a man thing…it was a male prisoner locked up for years thing. Bella didn't seem to mind my attitude change and also…I helped myself to some of the guards' things. Uniforms, handcuffs, batons…there was a smorgasbord of fun items in here.
Once in awhile, I noticed Bella would get very bratty in class. Today was one of those days.
The girls knew enough about volleyball now that they knew their positions when I called them out and they had a loose grasp of what their job was in that position. They were truly all terrible. I was fighting an uphill battle trying to improve them. Part of me had counted on Miss Swan to be the one who knew what they were doing. But honestly, she was still the worst student in the class. And in here, that was saying something.
"Swan, you should have PASSED that !", I shouted to her. Usually she looked nervous and apologetic when I corrected her. Today she glared at me. I squinted in response.
The other girls tried to hit the ball…once in awhile they would. And it would go berserk in the wrong direction.
I shook my head and frowned. It looked like a bunch of maniacs got together and were just randomly hitting the ball anywhere. It was making my flesh itch.
"Control the ball, ladies.", I called out, "Have a direction when you return the ball please."
They were all ignoring me. I pictured them all on the wall, hands on the floor as I read the book to them.
"SPIKE IT, SWAN !", I called to her…she didn't. And in THIS class, she had a shot of spiking it and making a fucking POINT !
"What WAS THAT ?!", I felt my mouth fall open.
"Get off my CASE !", she shouted back at me, "I'm doing the best I CAN !"
"How SAD that is.", I shot back, my stare worse than hers.
I let that first rebellion go...even though I wanted her ass hanging from a hook in my basement.
Now it seemed she was trying to be WORSE at her position, if that was possible. Twice, the ball was her responsibility and she just let it hit the floor. The other girls didn't care. These girls didn't care if they lost the game or not. They were just trying to get through the period. I was trying to do the same and failing miserably.
When she missed the third ball, I had my whistle in my mouth and I blew it in one long, agonizing blast.
The other girls stood there, watching me as I stared her down like a piece of meat.
Miss Swan looked down, her face pink.
"Miss Swan.", I was glad my voice was low and quiet…it was scarier. I slowly approached the spot near the net where she stood. She looked a little afraid…but mostly she had an attitude.
"You are standing here.", I put a hand on the top of her head, "And the ball just landed…here."
I put the ball on the spot right beside her where it touched down.
"Explain.", I seethed, looking down into her eyes.
She looked right up at my eyes and set her jaw. Her blood raced a little and she frowned at me.
"I guess I just missed it.", she scowled, adding with a mocking tone, "Mr. Cullen."
"You're going to miss a lot of things.", I answered, threateningly, "Your free time…graduation…"
"Are you done now ?", she raised her voice to me a little. Does this little girl think she's any match for me ?
The other girls sounded shocked but glad she was fighting back against me. I just gave her a little grin.
I'd play.
"Yes, I'm done.", I said, "And so are you. Get on the wall, you're doing your team no good here anyway. And you have a week's detention. Insubordination. Go."
I picked up the volleyball as she walked away, towards the wall. It had been some time since she had to be up there…let's see how many times she falls.
And she was giving me a look as she went, too. I think she just WANTS detention with me. The little bitch. This was nothing new to me. Often, some of my favorite slaves would get spoiled and think they could test the boundaries. I knew how to fix that shit.
"Continue.", I tossed the ball to Carmichael and she actually caught it. I moved off the court and made my way over to Miss Swan as the asylum began to play again.
She was trying to get on the wall…having some difficulty. I smirked, enjoying the sight of it.
"Forgot already ?", I watched her with my arms crossed.
"I'm fine.", she spat back, grunting as she tried to kick her feet to the wall, her arms trembling as they held the weight, her hair spilled down over her face as she exhaled with pain in her voice.
"If you think I'm going to entertain these childish little outbursts, you're sadly mistaken.", I informed her coldly, "I'm far too old to be bothered by such feeble attempts."
She was bothered by my words and I heard another huff of an exhale come out of her mouth.
I knew that nothing was far better of a punishment for her than anything else I could say. I walked away from her and turned my attentions back to the other girls.
Later, in detention, she was on the wall when I entered.
"Outside.", I said, "Now."
She followed me out to the muddy football field.
"Stand at attention.", I ordered her as she stood there, her little mouth tightly puckered up in a bow. She was awfully cute this way, I had to admit. If she needed mean Mr. Cullen to punish her, I would.
I easily picked up a decent sized log. It was like picking up a light foam board to me…but to her, it would be difficult but not impossible to hold. I went up behind her and carefully placed it on her shoulders, bringing her hands up to hold it in place.
"You have it.", I said flatly, "I'm letting go."
I did let go and her body hunched down a bit…the weight clearly pressing on her as she winced and struggled a bit to keep it up.
I resisted the urge to ask her if she was alright or if it was too heavy. Instead, I just stared at her for a moment. She was looking down, raggedly breathing, not wanting to show that it was a lot to hold.
"Squats.", I demanded, "Fifty. Count off."
She began to attempt it…slowly moving downward, I retrieved a long, thin stick and swung it at the air, deciding it was perfect. She hates canes…
"One…", she said meekly, then lifted up to her standing position, her feet apart.
She whimpered a bit then lowered back down, "Two…"
"Too slow, Swan.", I interrupted, poking the tip of my stick to her little tight ass in her shorts. The tip was a bit sharp and she squealed, trying not to drop the log.
"Quicken the pace.", I commanded her, taking the stick away, slapping it against my palm, the sound making her even more nervous now.
"Three.", she groaned, almost falling that time as she went downward. I didn't attempt to help her.
Then it began to rain…I couldn't help but laugh as it came down at a medium strength. She gave a louder whimper at this…as her hair began to wetten.
"Keep going, Swan.", I pushed verbally, looking up at the rain, opening my mouth a bit to taste it.
"Four.", she said with an even weaker voice.
I placed the stick across her ass and let it rest there.
"I said faster, Swan.", I reminded.
Then before she could even move down again, I gave her a very firm swat with the stick. She cried out and almost dropped the log. I was ready to catch it in case it fell…but she managed to hang onto it.
"Move.", I insisted.
She did move down faster now…not much…but some.
"Lower.", I barked, "All the way down until your pussy almost touches the mud."
She grunted as I rested the stick on her inner thigh, watching.
"Five.", she counted as she rose back up.
By the time we got to twenty, she sounded like she was crying a little. I would not be swayed by that. Crying is a release and I was glad she was having it.
"Breathe.", I stood at her side, watching her, "Breathe in…and exhale…"
She was not paying attention to what I was saying. This pissed me off.
"I said exhale Swan!", I tapped the stick a few times in a row over her lower back. She cried a little louder but then she exhaled…and inhaled…
"Thirty…", she sobbed as I ran a hand through my hair, moving it back from my eyes.
Her shirt was soaking wet now…and her little shorts…they clung to her ass and I couldn't stop looking at it. My cane hand itched to swing some blows upon that little bubble butt.
"Stop blubbering and complete your task.", I folded my arms, watching her so her half assed squats.
I hope this is what she wanted. I could do this all day.
When she finally reached 50, I took up the log and removed it from her shoulders. She fell to the mud, on all fours, gasping and coughing a bit. I placed the log down and returned my aloof gaze to her pathetic face.
"I didn't say to rest.", I said, "Crawl."
The downpour of rain had made this field so muddy it was almost a swamp. This is where I had Carmichael crawl when she mouthed off. It was nice I could use this field for something.
She began to crawl and instantly she was covered with dark brown muck…she sank in up to the middle of her lower arms, her knees invisible in there as she tried to crawl…the sludge was so thick it made it difficult to move very fast. I walked alongside her, my stick over my shoulder.
"It's like crawling through concrete, isn't it ?", I asked, giving her a little grin, "All the way to the other side of the field….then back again…Miss Swan."
I said her name with the same disdain she'd used with my name earlier. She clearly didn't like this but that just amused me more.
Without a reason or warning, I landed some harsh blows on her wet ass. She crawled faster as I sneered and followed, not stopping until she cried out.
"Slow ass.", I hissed as I put the tip of the stick against the top of her right ass cheek, letting it be there as she moved.
This is fun. Who says you can't combine gym and dominance ?
I made her crawl up and down the field a few times…she weakened a bit here and there but she was still moving…I was proud of how far she'd come since the first day of school last year. I really had made her stronger.
"Come on.", I said at one point when she stopped moving, "Continue, Swan."
She cried and quivered all over…I took my sneaker and shoved it into her ass, sending her right into the mud face first.
I cringed to myself as she laid there a moment…her entire head was down in the mud…then I repressed a little smile that came to my lips as she pulled herself out…her entire face was brown in the slime.
"A free facial for you, Swan.", I said, trying to hide my amusement, "Keep moving."
I yanked her hair up with my fist and shoved her ahead…and she spit out some mud as she began crawling again.
She was smart enough not to say much to me during this whole saga…but I wished she would…I had some real great responses ready for her.
Mostly, she just suffered in silence. I was fine with that.
When she got to the end of the field for the sixth time, I said, "Stop. Rest. Five minutes."
She sobbed and let herself fall face down in the mud…her face turned to the side. I allowed her this time to collect herself.
"Are you done now ?", I used her words, my sarcasm clear and cruel.
"Yes Master.", her words were shaky.
"This is gym, Swan.", I pointed out.
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", she corrected herself obediently.
"Stay there…", I said, "But pull your shorts down…and present your ass."
She gave a little sound of fear but took her muddy hands and pulled her shorts down…she also pulled her panties down with them. I didn't object. A nice white little pair of ass cheeks stared back at me.
"Hands on your head.", I said as she complied.
Her ass was sticking up, waiting for me.
I put the stick flat right in the crack of her ass. She jumped as it made contact.
I peppered some very tough strokes right there at her ass crack…and she howled as they bit into her…making deep red lines in their wake. She was crying as I moved the stick to the right a bit…now on the meaty part of her ass…and quickly began to strike over and over again in the same spot, the whooshes of air even sounding in the rain as she wept and endured it without moving…much.
Her ass tried to move, as if it could escape me.
"Keep your ass still.", I stopped and moved my stick to the left ass cheek now.
"This.", I said a word with each blow, "Is. What. You. Get. When. You. Talk. Back. To. Me. In. CLASS!"
She cried out harder…jerking her ass away from me.
"Present that fucking ass to me and hold it still !", I demanded. She did as I asked, crying…waiting.
"I do not feel sorry for you.", I informed her, moving sideways to her ass now…wanting to make some lines going across now…I caned her for several minutes, even telling her to stick her face into the mud for the last two minutes.
I finally felt satisfied with the very red criss cross lines over her once white ass…
"Crawl to the other side of the field.", I scowled, "And leave your ass up the way it is. Move faster than you did before or I'll motivate you again."
A few more trips back and forth for her…I told her to stop again.
"Kneel.", I snapped my fingers, as she took her kneeling position and laced her hands behind her head.
"Hold that.", I put the stick to her lips. She opened her mouth and held it in her teeth. She was a mess from head to toe. I hoped I wouldn't have to repeat this punishment.
"I don't care what your reasons were today.", I crossed my arms, looking at her from her left side, "If you repeat that, I will repeat THIS…but not as easy as I was today. Remember that. Don't get comfortable and think that I won't discipline if necessary. I will. You will NOT be a spoiled little bitch on my watch. Is all this clear to you, Swan ?"
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", she could say with the stick in her mouth. She looked straight ahead.
"I hope you got what you wanted. It's certainly what you deserved.", I said with a note of finality, "Give me my stick."
I took it from her mouth and she released it.
"Pull up your pants.", I said with a slightly disgusted tone.
She scrambled to pull up the brown shorts and panties…finally she had them…somewhat up.
"Get out of my sight.", I turned my face away from her. She was unsure if she should crawl away or walk…she chose to timidly stand up and walk slowly to the gym entrance.
"Children.", I muttered, walking towards the gym myself…going to the other side where my office was.
Later, she was naked, clean, and hanging upside down in one of my cages. Her head peeked out of an opening at the bottom…her long hair hanging down from it. Her body was scrunched up inside the round birdcage, her knees up around her chest as she twisted her bound wrists behind her outside the bars. I had taken her in her sleep from her room…and she never had a chance to say a word to me…she woke up in the cage…waiting for me.
She was high up over head…quietly…silently. I slowly lowered her down, pulling the chain that would bring her slowly down to me. I stopped when her head was a couple inches from the floor…I secured the chain and turned the cage right side up…and unlocked the door.
"Come out here.", I said sternly, pointing at the floor as I held an arm out, helping her to climb out safely. She was dizzy and disoriented for a moment.
"Kneel.", I ordered as I closed the cage door shut, still holding her around the waist as she knelt for me.
I gave her a second…my look down upon her haughty and superior.
"Explain yourself, 317.", I waited.
She let out a breath and trembled, her arms gently holding herself.
"I…", her voice quivered, "I don't know."
She didn't say anything else.
"You don't know.", I repeated coldly, "You DO know. Now say it. Say it. Out loud."
"I just get so mad sometimes…", she said timidly, "It's… just…not fair…"
"What isn't ?", I was baffled.
"Everything.", she said, "What happened to you…your life…your death…James…I want to help you and I can't. I hate that. I'm so scared…what could happen to you…"
"And THAT'S why you talk back to ME in class ?", I asked, not sure I was buying this.
Then she threw her arms around my waist and held me.
"317.", I frowned a bit...but then I found my arms curling around her, stroking her hair, "Bella…"
"I wish I could compel you to forget all that.", I said, really meaning every word of it, "You don't know how much I wish that…"
I was trying to have patience with her. It would take some time before she could accept my refusal to turn her. In time, she would see that having a human life was so much better than being undead.
"But that still doesn't excuse you from talking back to me in class, Miss Swan.", I informed her with a wicked grin, grabbing her by the hair.
END OF CHAPTER