Chapter 13 - Kisses from your Master
Bella's POV :
As I hung there, after coming out of my sexual trance, he came back over to me, silently checking my body, every lash or mark he had made he seemed to inspect it carefully. I had a big purple ball gag buckled into my mouth and my teeth bit down on it a bit as he gently touched the really sore parts.
I made no sound, still wanting to be good after that wonderful gift he'd given me. I wanted to be what he wanted. And I was resolved to pay the price.
"You're going to have some lovely marks, Miss Swan.", he finally spoke, his voice very sensual to me right now.
I felt a little icy air blowing across my inner thigh, which was where a very painful welt resided.
I peeked and saw he was blowing on it with his sexy as fuck mouth, wet and sated.
His eyes moved slowly to mine as he did it and he gave a small smirk.
"Thank you, Sir." ,I said, trying to be just as sensual with my own voice but I was gagged so it came out as slurred and garbled.
"You'll be fine.", he assessed me, "This was nothing."
Wow. I really BETTER get stronger if I have any chance of keeping up with him.
"Consider these marks", he took a small lick up my thigh, "Kisses from your Master."
God that's hot. I could probably write an epic poem about that.
"Yes Sir.", I loved it that he called himself Master for me. Maybe that meant he was going to accept me.
His face was resting near my stomach now, and although I didn't hear anything he must've because he stroked it and said, "Someone is hungry."
I hadn't thought about it but yea I was. I hadn't eaten since dinner last night. And I figured it was around dinnertime now, I wasn't sure. The sunlight that filled the room earlier was getting less.
"I have something special for you.", he moved his hand over my very swollen and still bound breasts as I gasped just a whisper.
"Do you want it ?", he asked sweetly.
"Yes Sir.", I felt myself smile inside but was too afraid to show it to him.
"Good.", he inhaled deeply and then pushed himself away, giving me a small shove so I would spin around in the air again.
Then he steadied me with his hands and said, "I'm going to lower you down. I've got you. Don't struggle."
"Yes Sir.", I braced myself, clenching my eyes.
Then I heard a little squeaking sound, the ropes making a rustling sound as I slowly felt myself going down. He is very good at doing this slowly so I wasn't scared and I knew he'd never drop me to hurt me.
I felt the cold floor under my side now and I relaxed, knowing I was down completely now.
Slowly, he untied every knot, being sure to wrap up the discarded ropes very tidily as he went. I smiled, liking how he always took care of things, neatly, precisely. Charlie was always such a slob.
Finally, I was free of every rope and I somehow felt sad about that. I had come to love the feel of the ropes. I felt secure in them.
"Follow.", he snapped his fingers once and I got to my hands and knees, crawling after him as he left this room, into the hallway. The floor was clean but rough and hard but I didn't whine or complain.
My body was really sore but it wasn't on fire like before. Maybe it's not as bad as I thought. I wasn't used to being whipped or caned so maybe it was my imagination. Yea right.
This place looked to be old and destroyed for the most part. I loved it. It looks like those horrible backdrops for bad old pornos where the girl is kidnapped by a psycho. Jazz would love to make a little movie in here. He wanted to be a director someday of horror movies. He was great at it too. Sometimes I would be a character in his film and I loved doing it. It wasn't rape or anything, just murder.
There were many things in this room, too, most of which I couldn't see because my hair was down in my eyes.
But the one thing I saw where he was going was some copper pipes sticking out of the floor. Some short, some longer.
"Stand", he calmly ordered and I obeyed, waiting for him.
"Leg.", he tapped one of the pipes that was about at waist level. It went up and then bent straight ahead.
I assumed he wanted my leg over that pipe so I put it up there, a little difficult to accomplish but I got it there, my foot dangling now over the floor.
"Yep", he approved and took my hand, lifting me easily so my other leg now hung over another pipe adjacent to that first one, right under my knees, holding my legs far apart as I straddled it.
It was not comfortable at all, little nubs and bolts under me.
"Down.", he lowered my torso down, a small pipe going across that now poked into the skin under my breasts. I gave a little uugghh as the pressure, still very sore. He ignored me and started squatting next to me, taking my right hand and sticking it down far below me, in between two thick short pipes.
Then I heard the electric whiz of the screwdriver or drill, I wasn't sure which. I tensed as the pipes around my wrist slowly moved closer together until they were firmly holding my hand in place.
He squeezed my fingers a second, I guess to see if I was being pinched or not. I wasn't it was just very locked around me.
Going to the other side of me, he took my other hand and did the same thing, the little buzzing sound of the drill making me a bit nervous, the loudness of it.
I was really resting all my weight now on just the one pipe under my breasts, my legs pinned at my sides pretty far away from me. That's going to hurt very soon, I thought.
He moved around behind me and I wanted to look but didn't.
Next he had my dangling ankle between two pipes and drilled them together too, then the other the same. I could not move my legs at all or my feet this way.
He gave a couple little slaps on my ass cheek as he came around to where my head was…he gathered up all my hair and pulled it into a loose ponytail. Then he tied it with a small rope and went around behind me, pulling it firmly, raising my head up, tilted back a bit. He tied that rope to something behind me, probably another of the taller pipes I had seen.
A few strands of my hair fell into my eyes and I resisted the urge to blow air up there to move them.
My throat felt dry and parched as I waited…it seemed to be forever that he was behind me. What is he doing ? I didn't know.
"This should cool you off a bit.", he said, making me jump.
Then I felt something touch my pussy and I jumped again. His fingers moved the skin there a bit and then something cold pinched one of the lips of my pussy. It wasn't a sharp pinch but it was still very uncomfortable and tight.
"OWWW", I tried to move but couldn't much…my voice sounded so frail.
He didn't say anything but then he was fingering the other lip of my pussy and in two seconds, that one was being pinched into something as well.
OWW OWW OWWW!", I said, not urgently, just not a fan of this, whatever it was.
"Want one here ?", he moved his fingers against my clitoris.
I almost screamed NO but then I thought about it.
"If it pleases you Sir.", I trembled in my words.
"Hmm", he gave that small sound that I still wasn't sure what it meant.
But he did not put one there and I was so glad.
Next, he was pinching the very sensitive nipple of my left breast.
"OWWWWW", I screeched out.
He gave a little deep chuckle and then I felt a little metal thing clamping over my poor little nipple.
"RRRR", I complained with no words, trying to breathe in little bursts to distract myself.
A second later, the other nipple was also being pinched in its little metal clamp.
"Be very quiet and I won't put any weights on them.", he warned.
Oh my God ! It never occurred to me.
I shut up and tried to think of something nice.
"You look like a princess on her throne.", he informed, moving a hand up my back as he stood back to look over me.
"Thank you Sir.", I tried to keep the weak out of my voice.
"Sit tight and enjoy your bed.", he walked away, "I'll get your dinner."
My bed ? It better not be.
I tested out my predicament a little. Nothing would move even a little bit. I am screwed. The pipe under my breasts is already beginning to feel very tight.
I could move my toes a little and my fingers down under my breasts. I could not move my head down, only side to side a little.
The temperature in here was starting to feel just a little chilly but I love the cool air. It's better than sweating that's for sure.
Soon I could hear him coming back and he carried a medium sized red bowl in his hand, along with a big soup spoon. A little steam was coming out of the bowl and I could smell something like gravy but I wasn't sure.
He was moving the spoon around in the bowl, mixing up whatever was in there. I just hoped it wasn't something I hated. That list was full of things I loathed.
"Ready for your dinner, slut ?", he asked, looking up into my eyes with a pleasant look on his face.
"Yes Sir.", I lied, "What is it ?"
He looked at me like I just told him to fuck himself.
"What ?", he acted like he didn't hear me.
"Nothing Sir.", I answered.
"You're not going to give me any trouble, bitch, is that clear ?", he asked quietly, mixing up the stuff in the bowl.
"Yes Sir."
"You are going to happily open your mouth and enjoy every bite of this.", he informed, as if telling the future, "And be glad that your Master took the time to feed you something great."
"Yes Sir.", I agreed.
This is yet another test I knew that much. But this one might be very impossible for me, depending on what that shit is.
He gathered a big spoonful of the brown stuff in the bowl and he came closer to me.
"Open.", he said.
I closed my eyes and started to slowly open my mouth.
"No.", he took the spoon back, "No hiding this time, Swan. Eyes and mouth open."
I opened my eyes and gave him a very distressed look. Then I opened my mouth a little.
"Wider.", he waited.
He took the spoon out of the bowl now and it steamed as he showed it to me first.
It was dripping with brown gravy and had chunks of meat in it, little pieces of carrots and peas mixed in.
I hated it right away and it wasn't even in my mouth yet.
"There's a girl.", he said, slowly putting the spoonful into my mouth.
"Close your mouth.", he instructed as I clenched my eyes and dared to close my lips over the spoon.
He withdrew the spoon and left behind a hot, mushy, disgusting blob of hard meat bits and fucking horrible peas and carrots. I hate all vegetables and I hated the taste of this crap ! It didn't taste like stew.
I just whined and held the shit in my mouth.
"I said eyes open.", he warned, his voice getting frustrated.
"Chew it.", he further demanded.
I shook my head a little, retching and trying to keep it in my mouth.
"You are such a child.", he scowled, "I shouldn't have to tell you how to eat. Swallow that."
He was already getting another big spoonful ready for me.
My arms tried to struggle but they weren't going anywhere.
"Yes, struggle, you little brat", he got a little louder with me, "See what happens next."
I stopped moving and gave a pitiful whimper. This crap was like dog shit in my mouth.
"You have three seconds to swallow that.", he threatened again, "Three…two…."
I forced myself to swallow it without chewing. And it went down rough.
I coughed and retched, my head jerking as I gagged a little.
Fuck the aftertaste was like dog crap mixed with vegetables and thick gooey gravy…bad gravy at that.
"Open.", he was already saying again, another spoonful right in front of my nose.
I gave a little sound of displeasure but I opened my mouth again.
"Wider.", he stared right through my soul.
I opened wide and made sounds of despair as he shoved the goop into my mouth again. He waited this time and closed my lips, taking the shit as he withdrew the spoon.
"MMMMMMM", I whined loudly as I tried to chew the stuff. That was a mistake. It was even more awful as I mushed it up even more. I forced myself to swallow it all down.
"Open.", he said, looking at me, "Stick your tongue out."
I did that and he saw that there was nothing in my mouth.
Another big plop of it landed on my outstretched tongue and I groaned out loud, gagging and closing my mouth so I wouldn't drop any.
"Delicious, right ?", he smiled at me as I involuntarily wretched and twitched as I tried to chew as little as possible, swallowing twice.
He used the spoon to catch a little gravy that had drooled under my lips, sticking that in my mouth before going in for another hot spoonful of the shit stew.
"UUUHHHHH", I cried, tears coming as the fifth spoonful had gone down. I hated this crap and I did NOT want any more. But telling him that was suicide. A bad one.
"Oh you love it, stop that.", he teased, delivering another spoonful in as I was in the middle of a loud whimper.
The seventh spoonful was just enough for my body and I gagged, and tried to hold my mouth closed.
But I couldn't….and I felt myself cough, spewing out the whole mouthful of shit…onto HIM.
My eyes stared vacant at him as he had his eyes closed for a half second, his chest and face sprayed with brown gravy. I think I even saw some in his hair. I was dead shit.
When his eyes opened they looked like two orbs of Hell. I almost thought I saw them spark a red color for a moment.
"I'm SORRY , I'M SORRY SIR !", I squealed as his hand grabbed me by the throat, firmly putting pressure there as I choked a little.
"You vile little bitch", he seethed, then he released my throat and put the bowl down on the floor. He left the room, muttering to himself as he disappeared from my view. I heard a large crash and started to say my goodbyes to this life. I didn't have much to say and that was also sad.
He returned a minute later, a towel over his shoulder. He looked a little wet as if he'd cleaned himself up.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.", I wept, "I didn't mean to do that !"
"You are going to pay DEARLY for that, you little pig.", he was calmer now but the calm voice threatening you is so much scarier.
"If that happens again,", he warned, "I get the funnel and you can choke it down your throat. You got that ?"
"Yes Sir", I tried not to cry.
"You better be the most well behaved child from here on out.", he said, picking up the bowl again, the spoon going back into the slop.
"I will be, I will be…"
But before I could finish pleading my case, the food was shoved into my lips again. I chewed fast…trying to pretend I was eating something else…but it was impossible. This shit was RANK.
Without a word, he kept feeding it to me and I didn't try to argue against it anymore. I just did what he said…I endured it and ordered myself not to throw up. I knew he'd make me eat the vomit if I did.
I retched but I couldn't help that. It was a big bowl of the food but eventually I did manage to choke the shit all down.
I trembled, tears on my face as he fed me the last bite.
He put the bowl in front of my face and ordered, "Lick it clean."
With a sad sound, I licked every bit of the fowl gravy up.
I got no compliment for my agony as he put the bowl on the floor over to the right, the spoon in it.
He left and came back with another bowl. I almost cried out loud.
But it was water I could see as he came up to my head.
"Drink.", he held it under my chin.
I had to lap the water like a dog, sucking some into my mouth as I swallowed it. It was nice and cold but it didn't help get the nasty taste out of my mouth.
"More.", he pulled my hair in front to go face down into the bowl, and my nose and mouth went into the water.
I felt myself squeal and my body resist as he said, "Drink it all Miss Swan."
I choked and tried to swallow at the same time…and he let me breathe every so often…but soon the water was all gone too.
I heaved and gasped for air as he put that bowl over with the other one.
I felt repulsed but I was glad that was over.
"You will accept whatever I give you and be grateful for it, slave.", he said coldly, "Tomorrow I might not be so kind to give you anything to eat."
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir.", I felt like I failed that test. I knew I would.
"I don't want to hear your fucking apologies.", he sounded pissed, but quiet, "Just improve."
"Yes Sir."
"Would you like some more ?", he asked me, testing me again with a raise of one brow.
"No Sir, thank you Sir.", I answered and his face turned strict again.
"NO", he scolded squeezing a hand around my cheeks, opening my mouth, delivering three light slaps there.
"Whatever pleases you Sir.", I corrected fast.
"If I want to give you another can of Blue Buffalo Pot Roast Dinner dog food then I will !", he re-educated me.
I knew that was fucking dog food. FUCK !
"Yes Sir.", I quivered.
"That was a total failure on your part.", he announced as a teacher would after failing a test.
He wiped his hands on the towel over his bare shoulder, adding, "You got shit all over me."
"I'm sorry Sir.", I felt tears coming again.
"Fuck you.", he sneered, "No you're not. But you will be."
He reached down beside him on the floor and said, "You owe me for swearing at me earlier."
Uh oh.
"Open your mouth and don't close it until I say. Head back.", he demanded.
I had to arch my back up to look straight up but I did it, closing my eyes.
"Eyes open.", he flicked my chin with his fingers.
He stood in front of me and over my opened mouth he turned a bottle of ajax liquid lemon dish soap upside down, not squeezing it yet, no soap coming out yet.
"Keep that mouth open.", he warned.
"Now let's see….first you said….FUCKING."
He squeezed the bottle and made it go up and down as soap poured out of it, into my mouth, landing on my tongue and pooling in my throat as I gagged.
"Keep it open.", he sounded so cold.
"Then there was…BITCH…", he was saying it sweetly now…too sweetly, and squeezed more soap in.
"Then…what else was there…", he thought, taking a long time as I gagged a little, the taste of lemon soap coating my tongue now as I waited, my mouth open, straining not to close.
"Oh yes…ASSHOLE.", he remembered, the bottle moving up and down as he poured more soap in, being very generous with it.
"Close your mouth.", he said.
"Don't swallow it.", he further ordered, "Swish it around in your mouth and wash that little shithole out well."
"Keep your head up.", he also added.
Then as I jerked and held the soap in my mouth, trying not to choke or vomit.
"Do you need some in your eyes ?", he asked playfully.
I whimpered and muffled "FFF TTT PLLSSSS YYYY SRRRRR"
'If it pleases you Sir' was what I tried to say.
"Damn right.", he liked the answer I gave.
"Since you answered well, you may swallow, Swan.", he took a step away from me. And he didn't put the soap in my eyes.
I clenched up and struggled a bit, not wanting to.
"Now.", he eyed me, daring me to disobey.
I forced myself to swallow it all and it burned…I coughed and gagged…he gave me a minute to catch my breath.
I struggled and heaved, panting as he watched me without any hint of softness there. No mercy.
I felt my eyes burning as I stared into his…I wanted to hurt the man for a moment. And I wasn't hiding it in my face.
"Come on SWAN!", he challenged, his expression more alive now, "Fight me !"
I jerked and yanked as hard as I could, and I roared harder, wanting to.
"Yea, that's right.", he dared, "Drop the little girl shit and show me what you've got before I feed you six more cans of that dog food!"
I screamed, enraged, and fought even though it was hurting my own body to do it…. I roared with everything I had….no words….I didn't need them. My rage was clear.
"Mmm", he smiled as he watched my eyes closely, as if he were getting aroused now.
"There she is.", he said, as if proud at what he'd brought out of me.
He let me struggle for a long time and he just watched me…silently looking at the animal he'd created. I felt like a demon possessed, wanting his blood.
He smiled as he watched me, walking all around me and lightly touching me….as if ogling a brand new mustang or something.
"Do you hate me now, Swan ?" he asked, "The truth."
I didn't know how to answer that. Right now, yes I did. But it was because of what I was feeling. I really still wanted him. I think I was mostly angry and hating…myself. I wanted to be able to take whatever he could give. I thought I was a badass…able to handle anything. Fuck was I wrong.
"I could introduce you to fire play next if you like.", he threatened softly.
I growled harder…fighting my inner bitch…not wanting her to show up and have me fail his tests.
"You ever had your clit right above a lighter flame?", he asked curiously, "It's such a delightful scent."
"YEA I HATE YOU !", I roared, "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU…."
I started sobbing and blubbering…as if something in me was released….he was looking at me with heavy lust in his eyes…and I didn't get why.
Softly, I wept…."I hate you…I hate you….I love you….I love you…"
I wasn't sure what kind of test this way or if I passed or failed it. It was just the way I felt. I both loved and hated him at the same time. I never had that sensation for anyone before….it was strange.
And before I knew it, he was there, grabbing my face and kissing me so passionately I almost fainted again…his tongue moved furiously in my mouth as I moaned and tried to lick it in response. He didn't break the kiss for a long, long time…I couldn't breathe but I didn't care.
"I love you…I love you…" , I breathed as he broke the kiss, then I heard myself say, "I hate you…"
I felt his teeth gently graze then press slightly on my lower neck, close to where my shoulder began….I liked his mouth on me and his breath there…I thought he might fuck me now…I wanted it. So badly.
His breathing was strange suddenly and I became afraid for a second…then it stopped completely…and he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back until I thought it would break.
His teeth played along my neck….his tongue taking a long lick up first…I wasn't sure what he was doing…is he going to bite me ? I pictured a very nice hickey on my neck and me wearing scarves for awhile. Do it…please…do it….do me.
And then just like magic he was gone. A wind ripped around me that I thought had come from outside…I looked and I was alone.
For a long time I was alone. I waited. And waited…
"Sir ?", I finally called, afraid that he'd left the building completely.
"Mr. Cullen ?", I began to call.
I was cold and sore…hating being in this thing, this collection of pipes….it was hurting.
I tried to pull my hand out but there was no way…my bones stopped me from pulling out of the hard pipes. The clamps on my nipples and pussy had made it numb there and I found myself making uncomfortable sounds, trying to get used to it until he came back.
"Please don't leave me here…", I whimpered as it began to get dark now…"I'm sorry Sir…please…I'll be good. Please…I don't hate you. I'm sorry I said that. It was just getting so hard…I lost control of myself."
I soon found myself in complete blackness and I was beginning to freak out a little.
"Is this another test ?", I asked timidly, getting no answer, just a violent wind outside.
"It's okay if it is…", I called out, shivering, "But I don't know if I told you….I have a problem with being alone in dark tight spaces."
I looked up around me…not able to look down.
"This hurts….", I said, mostly to myself.
Endure it slave, I heard his voice in my mind.
"Okay…",I breathed in and out, "Okay. I will endure it. I can…I can do it Sir."
Forever I laid there, and my eyes finally closed and I fell into a half sleep.
If he doesn't come back, no one will find me in here. No one would hear me. I could starve in here. Do I hear rats ?
But still I trusted him to come back. I knew he would.
I started to sing again to myself to take my mind off the what ifs. I thought about him. He seemed aroused when I fought and yelled at him. Weird. Or is it ? I definitely love him when he's all big and bad and if he was all sweet and nice to me would I like that ? Probably not. Dr. Carlisle is proof of that. The nicer he is the more I don't trust him. Again, I'm attracted to the dark. But then I'm so afraid of the dark too. What IS wrong with me ?
END of CHAPTER 13