CHAPTER 42
Bella's POV:
Get your ass outside. I'll find you.
Fuck.
I was still dressed from last night so I didn't have to dress. I brushed my hair real quick and rubbed my sore eyes, carefully moving out of the room so not to awaken my new roommate. I went outside and walked towards the woods…knowing that I had to be far away from everyone else.
I got there and waited a few minutes, slowly walking until I was approached.
It was still a little dark out here and I couldn't see very well to go much further.
I just waited.
In a little while, I heard him behind me. He didn't touch me or put his arm around me as usual.
He just stood there, waiting. Not smiling. But not enraged either.
"Hi.", I started with that. His eyes just squinted a bit.
I did the only thing I could do. I got down on my knees and into my waiting position. My head down, eyes down.
An eternity seemed to pass and I was so scared he would say he didn't want me anymore.
Finally, he started to move closer to me.
"317.", he stated without feeling, "You have been found guilty of robbery. How do you plead ?"
"Guilty Master.", I said without hesitating, "I was so bad. I know it. I told you I'm fucked up. I admit that. I won't beg, unless you want me to. I'm so SO sorry that I disappointed you and put you in any kind of trouble with the school. I didn't mean to do that. I won't fight you. Anything you want to do to me, then please do it. But please…please don't hate me. That's all I ask. Master."
A long pause went by and then he spoke.
"Trust takes years to build, seconds to lose, and forever to repair.", he quoted.
I felt sick to my stomach.
"I don't give a fuck if you rob a bank.", he revealed, "What bothers me is that I can't trust you."
That stabbed me deeply.
"You CAN !", I began, looking up at him.
After all we had been through, he knows damn well he can trust me. I would not let him use this excuse to push me away.
"Don't put your eyes on me.", he warned and I put them back down.
"I'm sorry, Master.", I felt tears coming again, "You CAN trust me. I swear. I'll do anything to show you that—"
"Why do I not know anything about this ?", he raised his voice a bit, "Why am I the one totally blindsided by this ? Dr. Carlisle comes to ME and tells me what my girl is doing ! Have you any IDEA how that makes ME feel ?!"
"I know…"
"You DON'T !", he argued back, "I was so sure that I was right, telling Doctor Doofus, no, she wouldn't steal, she's not like that !"
"But I AM like that.", I answered, feeling almost like I was talking to Charlie now, "I have been trying to be good for so long…for you. But I have things…things that are wrong that are part of me. Like stealing. I don't know why but I love doing it. It makes me feel better. I'm good at it."
"Until yesterday.", he added.
"I was upset yesterday I wasn't paying attention.", I admitted.
"What were you upset about ?", he probed.
"You.", I said, "What else ?"
"What DID I DO ?", his voice raised up an octave.
"You and HER.", I finally let it out.
"WHO ?!", he shouted back, his mouth open.
"Alexis !", I growled out her name.
"Oh fuck.", he muttered, looking away, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You're so sweet to her, you never yell at her in class !", I accused.
"She can't HEAR ME !", he pointed out, "How can I yell at her in class ?"
"I don't know", I argued back, "Isn't there a sign for YOU SUCK I HATE YOU?!"
"Yea, here.", he put up his middle finger, smirking.
I almost smiled at him but I was still upset.
"Look.", I took a breath, "I know the deal. I know I'm only 317. I know there will be – or already is – a 318, 319…I get it. But I didn't know I'd be so upset about it. This is my thing to deal with. I'm just trying…and fucking-failing at it right now. I know I messed things up. I know. I know now you have to fuck me up and I accept that. I will."
"Better.", he approved of my apology so far, waiting for more.
"The only thing I hate is that you stood there and let them give my baby to HER.", I let that escape my lips. I was sorry as soon as I said it.
"Was I supposed to save you ?", he asked calmly, "Swoop in and rescue you when you were clearly in the wrong? I told you that's Superman, not me. You do the shit you do, you take the heat. I don't erase life lessons you need to learn and it sucks that you expect me to. You're still just a little girl."
He was about to walk away when I stopped him.
"I know.", I winced, "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. And I now that in the real world, I'd be in jail now. I don't know why I did it. Well, yes I do. I wanted to hurt those girls. Especially Alexis. I was jealous and I hate that I am acting this way right now. I thought I could be cool about it. But I fucking care about you too much. I know I'm not supposed to but I love you. And I hated the thought that you would be with someone else. I know that you're a vampire and need to be with other girls, I get that. But my heart is human and I can't help how I feel. I wish I could turn it off. "
"Jealousy.", he muttered, "It's a bitch, isn't it?"
"Yes Master.", I agreed.
"I'm 265 years old and I still feel it.", he admitted, "Not a lot…but lately it's been inside me. Every time Jasper texted you, every time there's a mixer and boys come around…every time someone else makes you laugh, even Hale. I get jealous too. God damn me but I do. I should have forgotten jealousy by now. Sometimes I feel ancient…and then other times, I'm a fucking kid. Don't wish that you could turn your heart off, Miss Swan. It's a very terrible life. Believe me. "
I felt hot inside but I just knelt there, silently, waiting, praying he would forgive me and give me one more chance.
"You can trust me.", I repeated, "I will work my ass off to earn your trust back again. I promise you. Just please let me. I swear to YOU…I will never steal again. If I do, you can take my hands."
He furrowed his brow at that last sentence.
"Your father is a cop.", he said, "And you can't figure out why you steal ?"
I considered that.
"Well I guess it may have started from there…rebellion…a thief is the direct opposite of a cop, I guess.", I figured aloud, "But that's bullshit. I can't blame anyone else. It's my fault. Mine alone. I'll pay for it alone."
"Hmm", he sounded a bit more pleased now, "You're improving, 317."
"And I don't need you to save me.", I further said, "I'm not some damsel in distress who needs a man to save her. I can save myself. Or burn at the stake. If that's my fate, so be it."
"You're becoming so much more attractive to me now, 317.", he said and I was glad he was calling me by my number.
I didn't know what to say about that. I felt so childish getting jealous of Alexis. There would be other girls, lots of them. I had to get used to that. If I could only have a little piece of him, I would gratefully take it. And be glad.
"And you're not ONLY 317.", he said, walking up to me, raising my face up so he could look down into my red puffy eyes, "You're MY 317. There's no other 317 but you. And also, for your information, Alexis is not 318 or 319…"
"320 ?", I asked, trying to joke, part of my new attitude.
"No.", he answered, "She's not mine."
"What ?"
"She. Is. Not. Mine.", he repeated slowly, "I'm not interested in…acquiring any new slaves. My heart is not in it anymore. Frankly, I'm bored with the other 316. There's only you, Swan. I HATE being with the others. I only enjoy your company now."
I felt my head falling to rest on his hip and I breathed in, hating that I made him doubt me, hating myself for doubting him.
"I'm so sorry I lied and didn't tell you….", I continued, "I just thought…you would not like it that I was being a jealous teenager. I wanted to act so grown up, like I could handle it. I can. I just messed up, that's all. I'll do better."
He sighed.
"This is not a normal arrangement.", he agreed, "You're a young girl, it's natural that you would want to be the only one. I wish I could give you that. But this is how I feed."
"I know.", I agreed, "I know. It's okay. After today, I won't ever act this way again. I promise. If you want to whip naked girls right in front of me, I'm okay with it. Really. I just never want to lose you."
"Mmm", he smiled with his whole face, imagining that, "That sounds divine."
I raised a brow in his direction now.
"What a great punishment that would be for you…", he stroked both sides of my hair, "To have six other slaves whip you while I watch and don't lay a hand on you myself."
"Ugghhhh…", I held his hands on my hair, stroking me affectionately.
"Oooh yea.", he coaxed, "Six other girls going down on you while I watch…"
Shit am I in trouble now. Now all he can think of is me and other girls together. I knew he was teasing me…and testing me at the same time. He took my hands and brought me to my feet, and we started walking deeper into the woods.
"Wait.", he thought of another one, "You going down on six different girls while I watch and teach you how to lick pussy. Oh that is IT !"
"You are so wicked.", I informed, "But I love it."
"You ARE going to be severely punished, you know.", he said to me.
"I know.", I said, "I want to be. I feel so bad about yesterday."
"I'll need some time to think up something really fitting.", he walked, lost in thought.
"Cool.", I said, "I can wait."
When I got back to my new room, the girl in the other bed was gone, her bed messed up still. I tried to get ready for school, brushing my teeth and washing my face that looked blotched from crying all night long. All I cared about was that Master wasn't that angry at me anymore. Everything else I could live with. I never want to be this close to being in trouble with him again.
When I came back to the room there was a girl there, black hair, half shaved, half in her eyes. She was the one I saw yesterday watching Dexter. She was straightening the hair over her eye and she smiled at me.
"Hey, you.", she greeted with a friendly but not overly friendly voice, "You done crying yet ?"
"Um…yea.", I felt my cheeks burn, "Sorry about that."
"No prob.", she shrugged, "Just don't get mad at me when it's my turn."
I smiled at her before I knew I was doing it. She reminds me of Maya in Forks.
"Okay, I won't.", I promised quietly, sitting on my bed. There was still time before school and I felt comfortable here with her.
"I'm X.", she said, still fixing her hair over her eye.
"X?", I grinned, liking that a lot. I am a big fan of Xena's, my Mom loved her and so did I. Once, when I was little, she was Xena for Halloween and I was Gabrielle.
"Yep.", she said, "My parents named me something unbelievable so I don't use that fucking name. My name is X."
I like this one.
"Maybe I should do that.", I said, "My name is also terrible."
"What is it ?", she asked, "I'll bet mine is worse."
"Isabella.", I informed, making a face.
"Oooh.", she shivered, "Brutal. But mine IS worse…but not by much."
I tried to imagine what it was. Maybe she'd let me guess sometime.
"Thanks.", I answered.
"Well, I could call you something else.", X supposed, "Just pick something and I'll call you that."
"Bella is fine.", I said, a bit shyly.
X nodded and her lips pouted a bit.
"Yea that's a little better.", she said, "But it means beautiful. And I would never go around calling myself that."
"Yea, I know what you mean.", I answered, "My old school, the boys would laugh that that's what my name means."
"Oh, I didn't mean that.", X grinned, straightening another lock of her hair, "You're pretty. But you need a badass name. Something dangerous."
I laughed.
"I do ?", I asked.
"Yea.", X answered as if it were obvious, "This is a fucked up world. We're female. We have to be twice as tough as the assholes out there who would destroy us."
"Definitely.", I agreed, liking this girl. This is the first cool girl I'd found in this school. Well, Alice…but X had something that Alice lacked. She was a bad girl. Like I used to be.
"So…let's see…" she summed me up with her eyes, "How about Z ?"
I giggled.
"Z ?", I asked.
"Yea why not ?" she asked, "It's better than Bella…"
"True.", I smirked, "Okay, I'm Z now."
"Three Z's would mean I'm asleep.", I joked, "So just one Z."
"Yea.", she looked at me with a funny look on her face. I was trying too hard. I tried to remember how cool I used to be. That seems like four lifetimes ago.
"So why'd they transfer you here ?", X asked, unplugging her straightener, "What'd you do ?"
"What ?" I tried to seem confused.
"No one gets put here unless they've fucked up in some way.", she took out her makeup bag and began searching for something in it, "Did you have a fight ?"
"Has word already gotten out ?", I asked, sure she knew more than she was telling me.
"Okay.", she had a lighter and an eyeliner in her hands, "Word is that you got into it with some girl in Mr. Cullen's class. And that you were fighting over HIM ! Is that true ?"
I blushed hard now. Shit. That can't get around. Who was saying that ?
"No.", I denied, "He's a teacher…gross ! We weren't fighting over HIM. She was just…getting on my nerves. So, I pulled her hair a little. That was it. Mr. Cullen broke up the fight. It had nothing to do with him."
That sounded so weak. But saying more would make her suspicious.
"Oh.", she looked disappointed, "The girls in this school are so full of shit. They were saying that you both getting it on with him and you were fighting over him."
I forced myself to wince. It's scary how accurate they were on this.
"Please.", I scoffed, hoping it was convincing.
"Hey I mean…he IS totally hot.", X allowed, "If I had the chance, I'd kill a bitch to get to him too. But he's like a complete asshole."
I almost laughed. Can Mr. Cullen hear us now ?
"You have him for gym I'm guessing.", I said, hiding a smile.
"Yea.", she was making lines under her eyes now with the liner, "He says to me in the first week of school that I'm ten pounds overweight, in front of the whole class !"
I felt my mouth drop open. That's messed up.
"Oh my God.", I said, feeling her pain.
"I said to him", she grinned wickedly, "You'd love to be underneath my extra ten pounds, baby."
"You DID NOT !", I heard myself squeal out.
"Oh, fuck yea I did.", she said, proudly, "He just blinked a couple times and gave me detention. What a woos."
I laughed louder now, imagining it.
"What kind of detention was it ?", I asked her.
"Jogging.", she rolled her eyes, "I had his little ass in my sight the whole way…I did three miles. Motivation."
I love this girl. I could talk to her all day. She wasn't afraid of him like the girls in my class. She probably wasn't a part of his little club. It was nice talking to someone like her.
"My second day of class," I shared, "He made me lay on the floor and had the girls play around me. One bitch stepped on me ! And he laughed !"
"Jesus.", X smirked, "What a waste of testosterone. Do you think he's straight ?"
"I—", I frowned, "I don't know…"
"He's like that type that is confused…but not ready to admit it yet…you know…self hating…pissed…angry at the world…"
I have to stop her. If Mister Cullen hears any of this, she's dead.
"I think I heard him mention he had a girlfriend once…", I tried to put this rumor to bed.
"He probably does, a fake one to hide the truth.", X was deep in thought, "Poor girl."
I have to change the subject…but I'm having so much fun right now.
"Are you playing basketball too, in gym ?", I asked.
"Fuck yea.", she frowned, "What a stupid fucking sport."
"I KNOW !", I heard my voice go up three octaves.
We talked about that for a little while, getting off the topic of Mr. Cullen. Before I knew it, we had to get going. X was all made up, dark eyeliner, dark red lipstick. I loved her look. And she didn't look overweight to me at all.
I already thought of her as a friend by the time we walked to the school together.
"Fuck, it's cold !", she screamed out as we walked fast as we could.
I laughed, hoping she liked me. I couldn't believe she said that to Mr. Cullen and all he did was give her one detention. I'd have to find a way to slyly find out his side of the story. Or maybe not. I really liked this girl and didn't want to lose her as a friend next. What if he told me not to be her friend ?
I didn't think about that now but as we got to the school and had to go our separate ways she said, "Later, Z!"
"Later, X.", I smiled as she took off, looking like she was running late.
Classes were normal. I found myself thinking of Tank. Maybe I could go by the kennel and see if he was there later. That would be so hard. What if he wanted me ? What if he didn't ?
Master had given him to me and I kept thinking about that moment. Tears came to my eyes as I recalled him with Rage and Fury, sleeping in their arms. I sniffed and made myself think of something else. Tomorrow after school I had to serve Miss Fagan in her dorm, doing whatever chores she gave me. That would be fun.
My detentions with Mr. Cullen were over. That sucks. Would he still teach me archery ? It was clear that I had a lot of repairs to make. Does he really not trust me now ? That hurts.
Gym class was finally here now and I was sitting in the gym, Indian style, as always. The other girls were there, too, quiet, a little chatter going on between some of the girls. Nothing bad. Everyone was behaving now after the other day. So was I.
Mr. Cullen walked in and blew his whistle, a short blast.
"Drills.", he scowled, signing to Alexis as he said the word. He did not smile at her today and I couldn't even look in her direction. She has my dog. She knows about what I did. She probably hates me too now.
We all started to do the basketball drills. I really suck at this and Mr. Cullen watched me and just shook his head, turning away, not saying a word. Maybe he's giving me a little break today. Yea right.
The ball got away from me about five times during the drills. Mr. Cullen finally sighed and said, "Swan, these are basic drills."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen.", I offered, running back to my spot, trying again.
He muttered to himself and turned away, giving instruction to another girl next.
I didn't even care to watch him now. I would not get jealous of him with another girl ever again. It's not worth it.
I got shouted at only seven times today as we played basketball. Alexis had been close to me a few times during the game and she didn't seem to be that angry with me. I wish I could talk to her.
"Swan!", Mr. Cullen shouted as I missed catching the ball, "It's the round orange thing ! Come on !"
Would he ever run out of insults for me in gym ? God, I hope not.
After class was over, Mr. Cullen silently watched me dawdle behind all the other girls as they went to the locker room.
He didn't say anything…but when I peeked at him over my shoulder, he was giving me a very nice smile.
I smiled back, waving at him with my first finger. He mouthed the word LATER to me and I gave a little nod.
I felt as if I could fly if I wanted to now.
But then maybe he heard that whole conversation with X. Oh my God what if he's acting nice but then when he gets me I'll be punished again ?
Wel,l he could do that to me anytime he wants, obviously. Yea that's true.
In group, Dr. Carlisle was talking about healthy and unhealthy love. When he asked me to join in, I said, "I've never been in love."
He moved on from me and started talking about isolation.
"If a new boyfriend or girlfriend wants all of your time, and shuts everyone else out, that's a big warning sign. You have to have more than just one person in your life, it's not healthy to only have that one person all the time.", Dr. Carlisle was preaching again.
Next, he talked about people who are insanely jealous all the time. Oh my God…that's me. I tried to tune him out as the class went on.
I couldn't wait to get out of there…only I couldn't leave. Now I had two hours with Dr. Carlisle for detention. Fuck ! I wanted to be with Mr. Cullen, failing miserably at learning basketball. I missed him so much I ached inside.
Dr. Carlisle had me in his office and the door was closed.
We started talking about when I returned the items to each of the girls. I talked about their responses, and how that made me feel. I talked about wanting to talk to Alexis, and he nodded with a smile.
"I know she didn't do anything to me and I do feel bad that I took her necklace.", I said, hating this to my core.
"Remorse is the first step.", he said, "You have that and I'm glad. Even if people don't accept it right away, in time, they will forgive you."
For two fucking hours I had to eat his shit. I wanted to scream so loud that I'd make his ears bleed.
I talked about my new room, the new girl I met, X. I honestly told him that I liked her, leaving out the details of our conversation. He was glad that I met my roommate and seemed to like her.
"That's so great, Bella.", he said approvingly, "You need to build friendships. All the girls here want the same thing. Just reach out a little more. You'll see how many people will like you if you give them a chance."
I snowed him some more and almost ran out when the dinner bell rang. I took off to the cafeteria and ate real fast so I could get back to my dorm. I told Master this morning where I live now…he seemed to enjoy that fact somehow.
When I got to my room, I saw that X wasn't there. Her bed was still messed up, though, and that made me smile. We would get along just fine.
I tried to fix my bed a little more, putting my own stuff there…putting a couple things on my wall. I put a picture of Jasper and Maya, even though they had forgotten all about me. I wanted it to seem like I had friends somewhere. Pitiful.
I kept the little dog toy of Tank's on my desk, missing him so much it hurt. I was just sitting on my bed, alone…waiting…no text or call yet. It was 8:00pm. I sighed and heard some noise downstairs. I thought I could hear X's voice yelling something.
I took a breath and stood up, making myself go down there. I felt scared but I went anyway.
"You DICK !", a girl was yelling and I frowned, getting to the common room.
There was a bunch of girls there on the red sofa…standing up and screaming at the TV set. They had snacks, popcorn, chips…soda. Oh man…how I wanted some. But I couldn't eat it.
"Oh my GOD !", another girl with curly blonde hair in two ponytails laughed, her hands over her mouth as X looked at her and said, "What a DOUCHE !"
I watched them, wishing I was one of them, hanging out, part of the gang. They all looked like they were down to earth, having fun. I never was good at this stuff with other kids.
"Hey Z !", X called me, noticing me, "Come here, come here ! You ever seen this show before ?!"
"What show ?", I asked, coming over. The other girls were smiling at me, not threatening me or being snotty at all. I felt comfortable already.
"Orange is the new Black.", X replied.
"Oh yea !", I brightened, "I love that show ! It's rated R, though, they let us watch this here ?"
Another girl snorted, she was extremely thin and had bushy red hair. This reminded me of my Mom's hair a little. This girl had a cute lip ring on her bottom lip.
"They don't give a shit what we watch here.", she grimaced as if not afraid of them at all.
"Yea as long as we don't kill anyone.", another girl giggled, eating a dorito.
"Cool.", I stood there, watching it with them.
"Sit down, sit down.", another girl grabbed my arm and made me sit next to her. I gave a relieved little laugh and actually had a lot of fun with them. Their names were Jamie, Sammie, Ash, and Pete. Yes, she's a girl. No judgements here. They were all great and accepting, wanting to know more about me, thanks to X putting in a good word for me.
Soon, we were telling stories about classes and teachers. X told them that the tale about me and Stephanie fighting over Mr. Cullen was bullshit.
They seemed disappointed.
"Man I wanted details !", Sammie clenched her fists, "That dude is smokin' ! If he ever touched me, I'd fucking die."
I giggled, loving her instantly.
"Sorry.", I shook my head, "I wish."
"We all wish.", Ash commented.
"I would hurt the little boy if he came near me !", Jamie, a bit larger than us but still beautiful and sweet laughed as we all joined in.
"But he sucks, man.", X chimed in.
"Who cares ?", Jamie frowned a bit, "I'm not marrying the guy, I'm just fucking him. I don't care how mean he is after I'm done with him."
They all laughed harder and so did I.
"I say we all just get together, grab him one night, and have our fucking way with him.", Ash fantasized.
I could just picture his face if we ever got that far. I couldn't help but grin.
"Stick something large into his mouth so he doesn't say anything mean.", Pete suggested.
The night was fun and I couldn't believe it when it was nearly time for lights out. I checked my phone. No messages.
I peeked out the window. There was a whole different view now…just hills and grass, and the moon …no lights, no sidewalks, no school even in the picture. I liked that.
I sighed and went to bed, laying down, not wanting to fall asleep yet. X was talking to me while we laid there and it felt like summer camp. It was so easy to talk to her…I liked her opinions on most things she talked about. She seemed fearless and brave, not afraid of what anyone thought of her. I envied that.
Finally, X drifted off to sleep. I stayed awake, looking at my phone in the dark. 12:22 am.
Where are you ?
I felt a tear in my eye. Maybe he's not coming.
Just then something was on me…something cold and familiar…I smiled before I even focused on his face.
Then I could feel that hand over my mouth, his body on mine as he glanced behind him, towards X's bed.
"It's going to be more fun for me to retrieve you now, isn't it ?", he smirked down upon me as I tried to breathe. His legs straddled my waist but he didn't put his weight on me.
"But it won't stop me.", he informed.
"Get up.", he whispered, pulling me up on the bed, on my knees, facing X's dark figure under the covers.
"Yes…watch her.", he moved around behind me, his hand still clamped over my mouth as he reached around me, slipping his fingers into my panties, giving me a very nice firm massage there, up and down as I breathed a bit heavier.
"If she wakes up…", his voice slithered into my ear, "She can join us."
My eyes widened in horror at the thought. He's kidding. Right ?
"Pull these down.", he was bothered by my leggings. I pulled them down, my mouth still restrained. They were around my knees now as he pulled up my t shirt, exposing my breasts.
"Bite that.", he brought the shirt to my mouth and I did bite it, holding it there.
Now he had two free hands to use as he wished. I stayed very quiet as he leaned my body back against his, opening my legs more.
"That's right, let Daddy in.", he used both hands now to work my clit and pussy, moving over my breasts, clutching them, pinching the nipples as I tried to stay quiet.
"This is fun.", he decided, his mouth playing near my neck, his tongue taking a small lick.
"I want you to come right here…", he kept playing with my pussy, shoving the panties down near the leggings, one hand giving my bare ass a hard squeeze.
He grabbed my hands and put them around his waist, silently telling me to keep them there as he kept playing with me, his fingers could move faster than any vibrator and before too long I was almost there.
I whimpered and he kept going, only speeding his fingers more as I writhed against him. My moans were soft and almost silent, but muffled in my shirt.
"Come on.", he kissed my neck, biting it a little, driving me insane with lust.
In seconds, I was arching and clenching my eyes…jerking and coming as quietly as I could…growling a little into my shirt gag. X didn't move or stir at all. Thank God.
"Heavy sleeper.", he sounded disappointed, "Oh well, there's always next time. I'm sure one night I can make you scream."
"We have some business, you and I." he reminded.
I nodded, not moving.
"Go to sleep.", he said, pinching the back of my neck with his hand as my eyes closed.
When I opened my eyes, I was on my knees, my ankles cuffed together, my wrists cuffed and up over my head.
His footsteps were moving behind me and I half turned my head to look for him.
"Eyes front, bitch.", his voice was super icy tonight. I snapped my head back and looked straight ahead, my breathing a bit quicker. My body was nude, of course. And I felt a ball gag in my mouth, drool already coming out, down my neck.
"Nervous ?", he asked, his voice a sensual dark tone.
I closed my eyes and said, "Yss Mssttrr"
"Hmm.", he agreed, his hands in my hair from behind me, "I would be, too, if I were you. Especially with ME being the one here to punish you. I'd be pretty fucking frightened if I were you, 317."
I gave a little whimper as he pulled my hair back tight. I felt my skin shivering and it had nothing to do with the cold air.
"Your little games have lost you my trust.", he informed coldly, in my ear, "You're fortunate that I am granting you this miracle…this second chance to earn it back. If you fuck that up, you will have no chance of a third attempt. Is that clear ?"
"Yss Msstrr", I felt a hurt inside me at his words. Maybe he is just role playing.
"I truly hope so, 317.", he said curtly, releasing my hair, shoving my face down, "Tonight you begin to earn my trust back. And it better be damn impressive."
"Yss Msstrr.", I said a bit sadly.
His hand clung around my throat and his nose was in my hair, inhaling my scent.
"Mmm", he approved of my aroma as he squeezed my neck a bit tighter, limiting my air intake.
I quietly struggled to breathe as he played with my hair. A few seconds later, he released my throat and I panted a bit, trying to be quiet again. His hand reached down my torso, to my belly button and he made his fingers claw up, dragging his fingernails up and towards my breasts, making thin little scrapes against my skin as I tensed and let my head fall back, my voice making hurt little sounds.
"You pink up so nicely…that clear, white skin.", he observed as he scratched his nails across my breasts now, "I love marking that nice, fresh canvas…so pure…"
I said a little prayer to Hectate, just in case.
"Oh, it's not going to STAY that way.", he assured with amusement, "But still I like that."
He clutched my left breast and held it for a few moments, toying with me before he actually began my punishment.
Again, he drew his nails up and down my body as I cried out a bit through my ball gag. I curled and twisted, dangling from above as he played with me.
"Kneel up straight.", he tapped my other breast as I got back on my knees, straighter, my head up a bit.
I could already see my chest was covered with long, pink lines from his fingernails as he took my neck into his hand again.
I just tried to breathe and then he said, "Go ahead, take a nice deep breath while you fucking drool all over my hand."
Oh shit.
I gave a whimper and tried to say, "Imm srryy Mssttrrr" as he wiped the back of his hand on my hair.
"Ukk", he made a little sound of disgust as he cleaned his hand off.
"That's alright.", he said with a sugary sweet tone, and then his hand slammed over both my breasts at the same time as I let out a small scream.
"We are just getting started.", he purred.
Suddenly he reached up at his shoulder and his hand came down with a flogger in his hand. I couldn't tell which one it was…only that it was black. He began to twirl it around gracefully, his lips going into their pleasant smirk as he began to make it dance around…bringing it closer to me.
With each turn, it began to lightly slap against my breasts…and while it wasn't a hard hit yet, it was already very painful, stinging…thudding. I felt my body going aflame once more as he kept hitting me in the same place with it…over my breasts and half way down my torso…the tails of the flogger were long and thin…leather…
My head was jerking back and my body was involuntarily wincing and trying to evade every blow. I clenched my eyes and didn't dare to look at him as he began to warm me up for the harsher punishments that were sure to follow.
He stopped.
"What did I tell you about kneeling straight ?", he asked calmly but not approvingly.
I gave a wordless mew as I peeked at his face. He was sternly looking down at me, his black t shirt on, and the black jeans…no shoes. His perfect face looked flawless and bright, his hair sexy as fuck.
"Right there.", he pointed with the flogger to the floor, "Get there and stay straight. Knees stay on the floor."
"MMm hmmm", I hurried to get back in place.
"Excuse me ?", he was more annoyed now.
"Yss Mssttrrr.", I corrected.
"Yea.", he scowled, his eyes squinting, "If you move again that's going to be a real problem for you."
"Already fucking up during the warmup.", he muttered, already grading my performance.
He whipped me harder now, still twirling the flogger as his strict eyes stared me down. I kept arching my head back as the little strands bit into me over and over again…I couldn't help crying and shouting out through my gag. It was already hurting so much.
"Don't move those knees.", he warned as I concentrated on being full on my knees as he continued whipping me.
"UUHHHHHH", was all I could yell. A few moments later, I was full on sobbing and screaming.
He stopped and the only sound was my echoing sobs as he waited. I looked at him and he was coldly eyeing me back.
"What did I tell you ?", his voice was very soft now, as he looked down at my knees.
"I said don't move your knees.", he reminded and a second later a huge lash fell across my breasts with the flogger. I screamed out as he let that sink in. Then came another with the same force as I howled out, hearing my voice bouncing all over the room around us.
I thought it was hard before. Now he was showing me how hard it could be. And even now he's not hitting me with all the strength he could use.
Another heavy strike came across my body as I squealed out, biting into my ball gag hard.
Three more of that magnitude followed it…I felt it throbbing on my breasts, my stomach, my ribs…even my lower intestines…near my pussy. I felt tears falling out of my eyes as he then returned to the light roll of the flogger as he had done before…I was still screaming as he watched me while he warmed me up.
I was bawling like a baby as he paused then and moved behind me, his cold hands bringing relief as he moved them over my body, I peeked down and saw deep red skin where once there was white flesh.
I blinked and recomposed myself, panting as he gently massaged me, his mouth on my shoulder as he watched his own hands stroking his work.
"That's the way I say hello.", he teased with a grin as I felt my eyes grow a bit heavy, loving the way his hands felt on me, his lips moving against my skin as he spoke.
His fingers brought my chin up so I could look at him as he kissed my mouth, even though a gag was in it.
"We have a long way to go, little girl.", he smiled warmly at me, "You've been very naughty of late."
His hand grabbed my hair and drew my face back a bit and I tensed but his voice was still very soft.
As his fingers moved along my cheekbone, he looked into my eyes.
"Catch your breath now…", he suggested as if he were speaking to a little child and somehow that comforted me.
I gave a little nod, doing just that.
"You are allowed to scream tonight.", he informed me, kissing my chin, biting it a little, "You're being punished not trained. You may suffer all you like. Thank me."
"Thhkkk youuu Msttrrr", I garbled through the ball.
"You're welcome, slave.", he moved his finger down my neck seductively.
I blinked and a couple tears trickled out.
"I mean, the last thing I want to do is make YOU uncomfortable.", he smirked, as he pinched my right nipple as I gave a high pitched yelp.
"I don't want that.", he toyed, releasing it.
He was looking at my face.
"What is that, right there ?", he put a finger under my eye, "Is that a tear ?"
"Yss Mssttrrr.", I breathed in almost a whisper as he played with it, moving it down my face with his fingertip.
"Are you okay ?", he asked tenderly.
"Yss Msstrr", I nodded, looking into his lovely red eyes, feeling safe there for now.
"Is that a tear of pain?", he grinned.
I shrugged, giving a half nod, trying to convey that it was alright.
"Sadness ?", he kept asking, "Joy ?"
He smiled more as I nodded to all those things…and I felt myself smile too, as much as I could.
"Ohhh", his eyes glinted in the dim light, "So those are good tears."
His hands were smoothing all over me…between my legs at the moment.
"So I should keep going ?", he asked me, clutching my hair again, inhaling me even deeper than before.
"Yss Mssttrrr.", I nodded, nuzzling my nose against his, my hair getting caught between us.
"Is that a smile on your face ?", he asked, pleasantly surprised.
"Yss Msstrrr", I answered meekly, glad he was happy with me.
"Excellent.", he kissed my nose, "Well now I know what those tears are about. It shouldn't be a problem then."
He was around the other side of my head now, pulling my hair back tight as he made me look at him.
"Personally, I like them.", he shared, his face a thing of beauty, joyful, "That tells me that you will pretty much do anything you can to make me happy. Even if it's painful."
"Yss Mssttrr.", I agreed.
"And I love that.", he growled the words with heat in his voice.
He stood up and moved me roughly until I was facing the other way now. And he moved my hair sideways over my shoulder to expose my back and ass. His hands explored them silently.
"Another blank white canvas.", he observed, delivering a very swift slap against my left ass cheek with his large marble hand. I shouted out for a second, my body rising up a bit, almost off my knees.
"Keep that body down…knees remain on the floor.", he repeated.
With his hands he started slapping my ass, first one slap then a pause…then very quick slaps with no pause between them. I growled and kept my knees down, clenching my eyes, suffering for his pleasure.
Then finally he stopped and massaged my ass with his lovely cool hand. I clung to that amazing sensation, panting a bit.
Then he clutched my right ass cheek, following it with a hard slap as I screeched out, my voice echoing again.
"Mmm hmm", he said, almost to himself as he went to the other ass cheek, clutching it tightly then slapping it down harder.
"RRRRRR !", I heard myself react.
I saw him reach to his shoulder for the flogger and I let out a breath of fear as he began to spin it lightly again, letting it kiss my ass with each turn.
"Kneel up straight.", he demanded again as I grimaced and whined, doing as he said.
"I said STRAIGHT.", he further ordered as I tried to ignore the pain and obey him.
"If you're not going to hold your composure," he stopped and grabbed the leather strands with his other hand, "Maybe I should give you a REASON not to hold it."
A very hard lash broke over my back then and I felt a scream come from the bowels of my guts.
Another one of the same force crashed down, making a line across the one before it.
Three more followed…going over my shoulder blades…then in the middle of my back, then the lower spine. I roared with each blow.
"UP.", he shouted.
I forced my body to straighten up as he demanded, hoping I was doing it right.
Five more blows rained over my ass and back. I cried out loud with each one, keeping my body straight, praying for it to end.
He finally stopped and came to me, slowly moving his cold hands over every area he'd darkened with his whip.
I felt myself weep very quietly, mostly out of relief that he was giving me a minute.
Then he inhaled and began again, the harder blows across my back.
"UUHHHHHH", I strangled out after each one.
"This is what little thieves get.", he mused as he rained Hell down over me, "Little liars who sneak around behind their Master's back, breaking into girls' rooms…"
Another hard blow.
"Girls who have done NOTHING to you at all.", he continued as he whipped me, "You're just a jealous, little insecure bitch, aren't you ?"
I cried and suffered, groaning, "Yss Mssttrrr"
"You better get over that, if you want to be with me.", he lashed out again with the flogger.
"Do you want to be with me, slut ?", he lashed at me again.
"Yss Mstrr!", I screamed it out loudly.
"You have a fucked up way of showing it.", he struck again.
"This jealousy crap is boring.", he informed, "I'm tired of it. And as of today, you will desist. Do you understand ?"
"Yss Mssstr.", I panted.
His voice got a bit louder.
"Because if you don't…", he whipped my ass, "You are gone. I have 316 other girls who would LOVE to be in your shoes right now. They're getting a good night sleep tonight."
Another lash.
"Do YOU want a good night's sleep, Swan ?", his voice was right in my ear.
"Nnnn Mssttrrr", I trembled and wept.
Another hard lash across my back.
"Well then you'd better get with the program.", his voice was so Mr. Cullen-ish, "I don't need this aggravation. Do we understand each other ?"
"Yss Msttrrr", I eagerly agreed.
He struck against the backs of my legs as I arched up and howled out a long scream.
"I truly hope so.", he sneered with his gorgeous voice.
He began whipping me again, harder. A small pause between.
"What do you say ?", he asked.
"Thhkk yuuu Mssstrrr.", I choked out.
I repeated it three more times as his blows kept raining down on me. Again, he found the area at the back of my legs that killed me.
"RRRRRRRRR", I screamed as he quietly said, "I know that's the spot."
"Put that knee down.", he sounded frustrated as he hit me in the same area again.
He suddenly spun my body to the side, and his denim crotch was in my face. He looked down at me and played with my hair, his eyes assessing me with glee.
"Up.", he coaxed as I straightened and was right at eye level with his jean button.
"Right there.", he stopped me, taking a handful of my hair in his hand. He brought my face into his jeans there and added, "That's where your face is gonna end up, right there."
I was glad about that and I inhaled the smell of him…it was marvelous…I wanted more…I felt dizzy as I leaned my nose into his jeans, the hard, long bulge within.
"You want to make me happy today, don't you girl ?", he asked me like I was a puppy.
"Yss Msttrr.", I croaked out weakly.
"Yes ?" he asked.
"Yes Msstrrrr.", I said louder.
Slowly, almost teasingly, he took his shirt off, tossing it to the floor…then he unbuttoned his jeans and zipped open the fly, revealing a bit of his glorious cock. He pulled the fabric down a bit, taking the entire shaft out and showing it to me.
I whimpered in want, the ball gag still in my mouth. Even still, I tried to do what I could...moving my lips against the head…wetting it with my saliva as I made a sound of frustration, wanting to do more.
He smiled down at me and playfully said, "I guess you can't…you have a ball gag in your mouth."
I whimpered, almost pouting, moving my lips up and down his smooth, perfect penis.
"But you DO get an A for effort.", he supposed, "Which is better than you ever get in my gym class."
I almost laughed at that one.
He let me keep moving my face and nose along his cock and my lips…he watched me with heavy eyes as I inhaled him and moved my face along his shaft. I nuzzled my face into his pelvis and wished I could lick and kiss it…I peeked up at him. He made a little sound that said he liked this.
"Go ahead, no one is stopping you.", he looked pleased as he allowed me to continue.
A couple moments later, I felt his hands behind my head and the ball gag came out. I felt my mouth smile as I opened my mouth and went in to begin ravaging him.
"Open.", he stopped me with his tone, taking control again, his hand in my hair, holding me back a bit.
I waited, my mouth open and leaned in, about to take him into my mouth.
"Uh uh uh…", he stopped me, "I said OPEN."
I was confused but I felt my lips close around the head of his cock anyway.
He frowned slightly and said, "OPEN."
His fingers went into my mouth and opened it fully as he said, "Open your FUCKING mouth."
"Leave it OPEN.", he scolded, "You don't get to wrap your lips around my cock yet. Not until I give you permission, slut. Is that clear ?"
"Yss, Mssttrr.", I gargled.
He kept his fingers there, holding my mouth fully open as he slowly moved his cock all the way in…giving a little bounce as he hit the back of my throat. I gagged and choked, keeping my composure.
He moved in and out a couple more times, making me gag. I felt a tear run all the way down my face as I fought to breathe between his strokes.
I hoped he wouldn't be cruel this way the whole time I was sucking him. Those were rough blow jobs when he was angry with me.
"Mmm hmm.", he assessed me again, "Guess we have some work to do tonight, don't we ?"
Oh no.
"Yss Msttrr.", I said as his cock rested in my mouth and my lips closed over it again.
"Open your fucking mouth.", he repeated, this time more menacingly.
I opened it completely as his hand tapped hard a few times in a row against my cheek, as if to wake me up from some dizzy episode.
"Pay attention, Swan.", he warned, "This isn't gym."
"Keep it open.", he looked down at my face as he rocked his penis in and out of my mouth, hitting the back with each stroke as I choked and gagged for his amusement.
After I gagged for the fifth time, he stopped and said, "Now, you may put your lips around my cock."
I did and wetly slid my mouth up and down his shaft, feeling so much better now.
He exhaled and put his hands over mine that were bound above me. He laid his cheek against my fingers as he closed his eyes, enjoying me.
I did my very best, knowing I better since I fucked up so badly this week. And his threat of being gone if I didn't stop my jealousy only fueled me on more.
"Eager little slut, aren't you ?", he asked, not opening his eyes or moving from his position.
"Yss Mssttrrr.", I replied, not taking his cock out of my mouth…I went faster, harder…wetter, licking and sucking him more violently than ever.
"Don't you take your fucking eyes off me.", he snapped with his voice suddenly as he opened his own eyes, slightly…then he closed them again, "You keep your eyes on me at all times."
I obeyed that and loved how his closed eyes looked…God those perfect black eyelashes were heavenly.
"If you're a good fucking slut maybe I'll give you something in return.", he grumbled, "MAYBE. If I'm feeling generous."
I was going at full speed but then he said, without opening his eyes, "That's IT ?! That's all you're gonna do to impress me ?"
Fuck.
I went even rougher, making myself gag and choke loudly, my nose pressing into his hip as I went.
"I can get any whore to open their mouth and suck my dick.", he needled me with that one and I knew that's what it was designed to do. Mental punishment as well as physical.
I went with more enthusiasm, hurting myself to please him.
"Impress me.", he opened his eyes, "Don't be a sloppy bitch. Impress me."
I took the whole of him into my throat and shoved myself into him with all my might…until I was completely cut off from air…his cock head deep in my throat. I felt like I was turning red in the face as I waited there.
"Activity and intention are different things, aren't they ?", he asked wickedly as he watched me turn blue, "I want some fucking intention."
I gagged and felt tears come to my eyes as my body arched against my will…almost out of air, feeling lightheaded.
"That's a good little whore.", he purred as he allowed me to breathe again, only slightly moving his cock out a bit. I fought the urge to vomit and my knees slammed down to the floor as I choked.
"Awww, there we go.", he sounded happier now as I blinked, trying to not faint.
"Now you may suck.", he wiped a tear off my cheek with his thumb and put that thumb into his mouth, tasting it.
"Don't forget my balls either.", he closed his eyes again and leaned his face to the chain that had my wrists.
He allowed me to do what I wanted at that point…and I did my very, very best. I sucked his balls, licked them, hell, I even SHINED them with my lips…I even gave them a firm bite and he laughed, liking that. Human men would've been destroyed.
As I kept going, once in awhile he would grab my hair and hold my face to his pelvis as he rested his cock in my throat. He liked this a lot. Over and over we did this and I held my breath, gasping when he would withdraw when he pleased.
His hand went on his shoulder and the flogger was back again. For no reason in particular, he struck my ass hard with it as I growled a little.
I kept sucking and moving as he struck again, harder now. I cried out while I gagged and moved back and forth with all my might…hoping I was making him happy.
Again and again he struck me…harder each time. I forgot I was here for punishment. I screamed and cried, sobbing a bit as I sucked him, fucked him with my wet mouth.
I closed my eyes and his voice was above me asking, "Where did I tell you those eyes go ?"
I opened them and looked up at him, his angel face staring down at me, his hand in my hair, the other hand armed with the flogger.
And then a savage blow slammed down over my ass as he grinned down at me while I bucked up and howled.
"Mmm hmm", he raised a brow at me, "I hate repeating myself."
"You better be a good fucking whore today.", he kept moving his cock in and out of my mouth, "Because I'm not very thrilled with your behavior this week. You'd better behave like a little fucking angel tonight. Because I'm still very pissed off."
"You're going to do WHATEVER I tell you to do, aren't you ?", he struck again.
"Ysss Mssttrr !", I cried.
He took his cock out of my mouth and asked, "What is your job today, 317 ?"
"To please you, Master.", I squeaked.
"To fucking IMPRESS me.", he corrected.
"Yes Master.", I winced at myself.
"I want to see some real 'I've turned over a new leaf' shit today.", he stated, "I want the new and improved 317 from now on. Is that clear ?"
"Yes Master."
"Get to work, bitch.", he released my hair.
He put his cock back into my mouth. I whimpered as he kept moving roughly in and out of my lips.
There was drool and bubbles of foam everywhere but I kept moving and sucking with as much force as I could muster. But I began to get tired, my jaw was so sore. I could see now the difference between him training or playing with me…and this, punishment. This was the first time I really did something wrong to earn a real one. I didn't like it much. I guess that's the point.
After gagging for the seventh time, he sneered down at me.
"Lick it up.", he demanded coldly.
I licked all the drool and saliva as he spoke again.
"See the fucking mess you made ?", he asked with a calm voice.
I looked down at myself and the lines of drool hanging from my chin were long and thick.
"Any drooling, dribbling whore can do that shit.", he said with slight disgust in his voice.
I almost cried…but I panted and looked up at him as he told me to do.
"Your job today is to IMPRESS me.", he reminded again, "Can you understand that ?"
"Yes Master.", I said weakly.
"Good.", his mouth was a straight line, "You think about that. Think hard. You better START impressing me. Because so far, you haven't."
I breathed and swallowed, staring up at him.
"Stay here.", he said with a smirk as he backed away, pulling up his pants as he walked out of the room.
Next, he had me upside down, my hair hanging under me as my knees were bent and parted, tied to my lower leg, my wrists behind me at the elbows too, and my waist tied, securely holding me from the beams above me. He had tied ropes around my breasts, too, making them stuck out significantly.
I wasn't gagged for now.
When he approached me, he lightly scratched my ribcage with his fingernails, giving me a nice smile as he walked behind me to get something.
He had something in his other hand but the right hand stroked up over my torso.
"Looks like your skin has had a little time to calm down.", he assessed me, and I peeked down, seeing it was white again.
"Let's fix that.", he stated, spinning another whip in my direction as I made some high pitched squeaks. This whip was more evil. It had only a few strands and they were thin and heavier…they stung like a bee would with each little flick across my stomach.
I was slightly moving back and forth as I dangled, seeing Master upside down in front of me. My eyes clenched as I took it, making as much noise as I wanted.
"OWWW OWWW UGGGHHHHH!", I wordlessly suffered again, wanting to impress him as he said. What could I do to impress him ? I had no idea.
He stopped and smiled at me, tilting his head.
"That has a little BITE to it, doesn't it ?", he moved his hand over my chest where the pink hot skin was.
"Yes Master.", I breathed deeply, "It stings real bad."
"Awww.", he mocked sympathy for me and held my body against his for a moment. Without thinking, I saw his jeans right in my face and my tongue came out to lick him there.
Quickly, his hands moved, putting the whip into his other hand.
"Who said you could do that ?", he barked at me and the whip handle was around my neck, tight suddenly, "Did you ASK ?"
"No Master, I'm sorry Master.", I whimpered meekly.
"So why the fuck are you doing that then ?", he kept the whip around my neck, clearly upset with me.
"I just got excited Master…", I offered.
"You're just a greedy little slut, aren't you ?", he insulted.
"Yes, Master, I'm a greedy little slut.", I agreed, hoping for his forgiveness.
"What are you greedy for ?"
"I'm greedy for your cock, Master.", I pleaded for leniency.
"Hmm.", he sounded, "Lucky for you, you did a halfway decent job before with my cock in your mouth."
"Thank you Master."
"But I'm still not impressed.", he informed.
"I'm sorry Master."
"What are you gonna do about that ?", he asked calmly.
"I want to impress you Master.", I pleaded.
"Really ?", he released the whip from my neck, "You want one more chance ?"
"Yes Master."
He unzipped and took his cock out again…this time I was upside down as he jammed it into my mouth.
He placed his whip over my inner thigh to rest there as he took my neck in both hands…moving me back and forth around him as I worked harder this time.
"Oooh.", he sounded as I gagged and kept going this time…and he licked his fingers and began to rub them around my clit, the venom giving it a very hot sensation, almost like a sunburn as I moaned and kept sucking him down my throat.
Then just when I began to enjoy it, his hand slapped hard over my pussy and I screamed, letting the cock out of my mouth.
His fingernails scratched my ribs again and then he slapped both my breasts hard with both hands.
"AAAAAA!", I screeched.
"Where does my cock belong ?", he raised his voice at me.
"In my mouth, Master.", I squeaked.
"Then get it in your fucking mouth.", he demanded, frowning as he slapped my breast from the side.
"Uhhh", he began to moan, "That little fucking whore mouth of yours…"
"Guuhh guhhh guhhh guhhhh", I sounded as each thrust of his cock filled my throat.
He was slapping my breasts, one at a time now, as I worked…my moans and screams mixing together with my gagging sounds.
I felt him slap my ass extremely hard as I arched and growled, but kept sucking.
"That's it…", his voice was deep and dreamy now, "Mmmmm"
He stopped me and turned me halfway to the right…I was easily moved as I hung there, not stopping or taking his cock out of my mouth.
But then he moved away and I lost the cock.
"Come on…", he waited there where he stood, "Get it."
"Come on…reach for it…", he coaxed.
He was moving his finger very fast over my clit now, and it felt like a vibrating cool little angel in my pussy.
"Get that cock in your mouth.", he was getting impatient, "SUCK it. Breathe it in to your fucking throat."
I kept licking, trying to reach it and couldn't get to it.
Finally he let me get to it.
"Suck.", he watched me, "Wrap your lips around it and suck. Hold yourself on it."
He released my clit and I was moving backwards from him. I lost contact with the cock again.
"If that cock comes out of your mouth again, there's gonna be a problem, you understand ?", he threatened.
I whimpered and said, "Yes Master."
"Then figure it out.", he said as he inserted his cock into my mouth again, "You better suck harder than that."
I was trying my best…but I couldn't believe it when his cock came out of my mouth again. I tried to lick the side but he was really pissed now.
"What did I tell you ?", he flashed, his eyes a bit darker now.
"I'm sorry, Master.", I breathed solemnly.
"I said if that fucking cock comes out of your mouth again there would be a problem.", he repeated, slapping his hand on one side of my face…then the other…"Didn't I say that ?"
"Yes Master.", I cried.
He squeezed my neck with both hands as I winced and yelped, "I'm sorry, Master…I'm trying…"
Now his voice grew loud.
"You're TRYING ?!", he shouted, sticking his cock back in my mouth, "Aww, well you get a fucking medal for TRYING. Trying is NOT DOING."
He held my neck and pumped his cock in my mouth, saying, "See ? That's DOING. That's the difference."
He withdrew out of my mouth as I panted and wept a little.
"That's you, right there, trying.", he scoffed.
He put his cock back in and said, "Doing."
Then as I sucked him, he muttered, "Children. I'm surrounded by children."
I kept sucking but again lost the cock out of my mouth.
He sighed.
"Since you're incapable of performing this one task..", he said as he untied my hands.
I almost stopped sucking him but then he said, "Keep sucking, bitch, you have one job. Do it."
When my hands were loose, I put them on his waist.
"Right there.", he allowed, "Keep your fucking hands there."
"For the last time, if that dick comes out of your mouth, you're in REAL fucking trouble, you hear me ?", he asked.
"Yes Master.", I said as I sucked him.
"Keep it in mind.", he suggested with a wicked voice.
I felt and heard a buzzing…and I realized that the vibrator wand was there, against my clit. He was holding it there.
I moaned and clung to his chiseled waist as I sucked him.
"See how much I wanted you to succeed ?", he asked, "I even gave you your fucking arms."
"MMMMM", I replied.
Soon my body was quivering and twitching.
"I wonder what that's a sign of.", Master teased, "Keep the cock in the mouth…and ask permission before you come as well."
"YSS MSSTRR", I answered.
But soon as I was about to ask him, he said, "Come. The cock does not come out of your mouth."
I savagely growled and sucked as I came, seeing stars in my eyes as my pussy sparked with orgasm and amazing fury.
"Did you think I was gonna be nice and move that off your pussy ?", he asked sweetly as I roared out, coming again as he kept it in place there.
"NO Master.", I replied.
"That's right.", he grinned, "You know me so well."
"You can come a few more times.", he announced.
Then a second later, he was stern again.
"You better concentrate on what the fuck you're doing.", he warned me, "Your job today is to impress me. So impress me, bitch. I'm waiting."
I was growling louder now and he looked down at me.
"Again ?", he asked.
I nodded.
"Yes.", he allowed, letting me come as I screamed, keeping him in my mouth.
My fingers were turning into claws in Master's waist as I growled out louder, losing all control of myself on the second orgasm.
On the third orgasm, he knew that was coming too.
"Go.", he allowed it, and asked, "Would you like some time to catch your breath ?"
I nodded.
He allowed me to breathe for a few seconds as I came, screaming violently.
"Time's up.", he said a moment later, gagging me with his cock again as I screamed.
I had my fingers dug deep into his ass as I kept sucking him.
"That's a good little whore.", he complimented, "You're even starting to impress me a little bit."
I felt so happy in that moment.
"I just gave you a compliment, what do you say ?", he asked.
"Thank you Master…thank you…", I moaned.
"You took the dick out of your mouth.", he snapped.
I put it back in and winced, knowing I had fucked up again.
"You take the compliment and thank me with the cock in your mouth next time.", he instructed with annoyance.
I was growling, the orgasm coming for me again.
"Again ?", he smiled, shaking his head, "Come."
I howled and seized everywhere, screaming as if I were on fire. Strange…I think I'm super aroused because he's being extra cruel tonight.
He looked pleased as he asked, "What happens if I hold it there ? Will you come again ?"
The buzzing was inside me, bringing every cell of my being to life…my body was being pushed again to the edge. This was both sweet and torment at once…but if this is my death, so be it.
I was screaming again and Master chuckled.
"Wow. Again ?" , he asked, "Yes. Come again."
Then the vibrator turned off completely, cutting the rope that would pull me into the abyss again.
"Go ahead.", he smirked, "Come."
I whimpered as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and my arms were just hanging there at my sides.
"You can't come without me, can you ?", he squatted and looked at my face, dazed and unaware as it was.
"You need me to come, huh ?", he taunted as my hands found his hair and face and stroked them affectionately.
"Yes Master…I need you…always…please….", I begged with tears in my voice.
"Mmm hmm.", he agreed, "Suddenly I'm pretty fucking important now, aren't I ? Remember that next time you sneak around behind my back. You sloppy little slut. You can hang there and think about that and how you're going to make it up to me."
"Yes, Master.", I said as he walked away from me.
Next I was strapped into a strange little chair thing. I was on my knees, a black leather pad under each one, straps on my knees, ankles, and thighs to hold me in place. Then, bent over, my chest rested on a little diamond shaped platform at the top of a long pole that was secured to the floor below. My breasts hung there on either side of it and my waist had a belt around it that also secured itself to the chair. My wrists were shackled behind me, folded near my spine. My head hung down a bit, my hair now in a single ponytail as I waited for him.
Finally, he walked in, totally naked. I moaned out loud at the sight of him. He was like walking art.
His face was not friendly as he approached me.
At first, he put his hands on the back of my neck and my spine, as if looking me over to see that I was alright. His fingers clutched my ass cheek and then struck it very hard, his hand open and wide as it landed there. I screamed out, knowing I was still being punished. I swear to God I'll never steal again. But that's not what's bothering him. It's that I did it behind his back. He had said that here several times already.
A couple more strikes to my ass made me cry out again…and then he was slapping my ass quickly several times in a row with no pause. I cringed and yelled out. Even his hands felt like marble paddles.
"OWWW !", I cried as he gave me one more… a very hard one.
"Mmm hmm.", he wordlessly said I was getting what I deserved.
Then his hand was flying again, spanking me thoroughly as I screeched out loud.
His fingers explored my pussy and I arched a bit, my voice moaning instantly at his touch.
"There's the spot.", he said with a bit of affection.
"But I think I'm WAY more interested in that.", his finger slid into my ass hole…slightly moving, curling into it as I made a helpless mewling noise.
"Aaahhh - oh my God…", I closed my eyes and felt my insides turning to mush.
He moved his finger out and began to stroke my ass cheeks, bringing cold to the very hot areas there. I moaned louder, loving how that felt.
Coming to my head, he grabbed up my ponytail and stuck his cock back into my mouth. I curled my lips around tight, my jaw throbbing a bit as I sucked him yet again.
He guided my head as he cradled it below my chin and in the back…
"Impress me…", he said softly, "That's the goal."
I moaned out with lust and energy, even though I had none left. How long have I been here ? How much longer would I be ? Punishments are brutal, I decided.
He reached under and began pinching my nipple tightly as I kept servicing him, making gagging sounds with every stroke.
"That's it.", he sounded aroused, "I'm gonna use that mouth and then I'm gonna use that tight little ass of yours."
He held himself all the way in my mouth on that statement as I choked…and then he moved my head back a bit.
"It's not about your happiness, 317.", he said in a very lush voice, "Is it ?"
"NNN MSSTTRRR", I gagged as he denied me air again.
"No, it's not.", he agreed with a very sexy voice, and his hand tapped several times against my cheek as I gargled his cock in my throat.
"The life of a slave…", he pondered aloud, "Especially a vampire's slave…is not easy by any means. But you accepted it…silly girl. And now, you're locked in. Forever."
I moaned and watched my drool hit the floor under me. Is he trying to scare me away ?
He was scratching my back with his nails again as I cried out a little, trying to do a good job with his cock this time, trying to impress him at last.
He moaned and withdrew his cock, walking around behind me, where my open legs and ass waited for him.
I breathed, hoping I could take this. I was new to this and he was mad at me. I hoped he would go a little easy on me here.
His hand was on my back, holding the belt that held me here…and I felt the head of his cock on my ass…I tried to relax…and breathe. Slowly, he gently shoved himself inside…and all the way in.
"UHHHHH", I seized everywhere, my hollow eyes watching the drool spot on the floor, "Fuck…"
"Mmmm", his voice moaned.
He didn't even scold me for my bad language. Cool.
I felt my eyes roll back into my head as he began to move…just bouncing his cock in there for now. It was an amazing feeling.
"What do you say ?", he asked me.
"Thank you Master for fucking my ass.", I moaned, "Oh my God…oh yessss….God !"
He went a bit faster now…but not too much…I was really enjoying this !
I started to speak in strange tongues…hearing myself saying, "Oh yes…use me Master…use my ass….please…fuck my ass harder…oh FUCK YEA !"
His voice was sounding very different now, too. He was moaning and making a SSSS sound as if it almost hurt him to fuck me.
My ass was slapping against his waist and the sounds thrilled me. My chair was bouncing as he took me again and again, going with more force each time.
'UUGGGHHHH", he groaned as he slowed, moving all the way in…then a second later, he said, "YES !"
And was pounding me fast, making me scream !
The chair was creaking as he kept pumping, then his hand began to slap my poor little ass again as he rode me. I screamed out but didn't care. The feeling in my ass was just too awesome to ignore.
"Thank you !", I yelped, "Thank you Master."
He was holding my cuffs at my wrists as he slowed and pulled out a little bit…spreading my ass cheeks.
"Aww", he moaned, "Look at that sweet little ass. My beautiful little ass."
"Yes…", he exhaled in desire as he put his cock back inside me and rode me again, "Oh yes…Fuck!"
He kept riding me, slapping my ass and asking me to thank him. I did profusely over and over again. Finally, he moaned, "That's my girl."
He withdrew and walked up to my head…sticking his cock into my mouth again. I almost wretched but then made myself suck him, just the same as I did before.
"That's it.", he sounded very pleased with me now, "Right from your tight little ass right down your fucking throat."
He slammed his hand over my ass again and again as he guided my head back and forth over his cock as he gagged me.
"Make it nice and wet.", he demanded, "It's going back in your ass."
I salivated more and wet it down thickly as he took it away from my mouth, going back behind me again.
Again, he inserted himself inside and began thrusting.
"I love that little asshole of yours.", he announced at last as he creaked the chair, our bodies slamming together.
"Thank you Master.", I cried, touched by his compliment.
"Fuck.", he said, "I could do this all day."
His fingers were scraping along up and down my back as he kept riding me while I squealed like a little pig.
It seemed like hours went by and I was begging to come.
"Again ?", he sounded as if he were smiling, "Yes, you can come."
I felt myself orgasm and Master groaned out loud as I did.
After he was done, he withdrew and pulled my hair up, his face next to mine.
"So…", he grinned, "You like coming from being fucked in the ass."
"Yes Master.", I agreed.
"We're just getting started with that little asshole of yours.", he breathed into my ear, "I have to admit, I'm slightly impressed. Especially when that hole tightens up so nicely around my cock when you come on it."
His hand held my face, making my cheeks smush together a bit.
"Thank you Master.", I was dizzy, "Thank you for making me come."
"Mmm hmm.", he smiled and slapped my cheek a couple times fast.
"Keep being a good little slut.", he ordered, licking his tongue up over my lips, "I'll be back."
"Yes Master, thank you Master.", I whispered as he walked away again, leaving me in the chair.
"Get in the corners.", his voice was hard and stern as I licked the gymnasium floor with my tongue, the dust and taste of wax revolting as I whined a little.
"No bitching.", he warned me again, "I want to see you smiling when you follow my orders. No attitude."
My arms were bound behind me and I was still very naked. My ankles were free but I was told to keep them apart all the way… and he had a chain leash around my neck. He had been leading me around for hours, making me lick clean every inch of this fucking gym floor. He said he knew the perfect place to take me for my punishment, the place I hated most. He got that right.
"Get that big dustball there…", he jerked my chain and made me look at the thing he was pointing to.
I swallowed and stuck my tongue out again, licking it up, tasting dirt and grimy bits of dust. I wet my tongue again and licked until the whole corner was slick and shiny, clean.
"This is a nice thing you're doing for your classmates.", he stroked my hair from behind, "Cleaning the floor where they'll best you at basketball tomorrow…oh…actually…today. "
I lost all track of time as I knelt here, cleaning the entire floor with my tongue. I had long gotten over the awful taste and humiliation. Now I was just dead tired. What time is it ?
Isn't it time for school yet ?
Every so often he would stop me from licking the floor and his cock would be back in my mouth again…then it was back to cleaning the floor, wherever he spotted any dirt.
"Uhhhh", I heard my voice sounding so weak and beaten as he led me around the edges of the room.
My tongue lapped up everything I could reach. My eyes were so heavy they were nearly closed.
Fuck I will never sneak around behind his back ever again. Please just let me lay down for a minute…I'll do anything.
"Tired ?", he asked sarcastically.
"No, Master.", I lied. I had said I was tired earlier, hours ago…and I was treated to a very nice awakening.
He put little black metal clamps all over me…my nipples, my breasts, my stomach, my clit, my inner thighs….it was excruciating. But not more than when he took them off an hour later. The blood rushing back in after being pinched closed for so long was horrible. And he pulled them off slowly, each one.
I sped up my pace now, not wanting to incur his wrath again. But his hand was stroking my ass anyway and I received a very harsh whack on my right ass cheek.
"UUGGGHHHH", I fell forward a bit as I wetly licked the waxy floor underneath me. I guess he was happy with that because he did not repeat the slap…for now.
I heard myself whimper and made myself turn that off immediately. He didn't need much reason to make my predicament worse.
He copied my whimper, making it sound even more pathetic as he did it.
"Poor little thing.", he mocked some sympathy, "Life is so unfair, isn't it ?"
I chose not to respond to that question. He didn't seem to mind. I guess it was rhetorical.
"We have a couple more hours.", he checked his watch, "Let's go clean the restroom now."
I made an involuntary groan, thinking of licking the toilet bowls in there. FUCK !
"Is there a problem, 317 ?", he asked with a deadly tone.
"No, Master.", I felt tears come to my eyes.
"Oh, good.", he sounded relieved, then his voice turned strict again.
"Move.", he kicked his foot into my ass as I used my knees to crawl towards the girl's locker room bathroom. This was going to SUCK ! Those girls are pigs !
END OF CHAPTER 42