Chapter 17 - Mine

Edward's POV:

"I was truly disappointed in you today.", I stated blankly as she screamed out behind me, my eyes looking out into the blackness.

Miss Fagan was laying face down on her metal bed, more like a gate held up by chains. Underneath her were many candles, some tall some shorter. She was chained ankles and wrists and she writhed around uselessly as every few moments the bed would lower a bit, bringing her naked body closer to the heat.

"I'm sorry Master !", she panted, growling out in pain, "I tried my best…"

"That was YOUR BEST ?", I turned to her, my frown clear.

"UGGHHHH", she arched up and screamed again, not able to take it much longer. But she would.

"Is it hot ?", I asked her, smirking, hands behind my back.

"YES Master!", she cried, "It's burning !"

"You let that little Swan girl choke you out like that .", I reminded coldly, "You didn't even put up a FIGHT ! Embarrassing."

She kept carrying on, trying to stifle her screams.

"I'm sorry , Master.", she began to sob, "She was so strong ! Honestly !"

"The girl who's afraid of the volleyball ?!", I raised my voice and the gate lowered a bit again, on a timer that I'd set up.

"AAAAAAA !", she screamed out loud again, "I'm SORRY ! I'm sorry I'll do anything you want just please !"

"Please what ?", I asked, getting bored with this. Maybe I can shave her head. That's always fun.

"Oh alright Fagan, hold on.", I hit the button to raise her up…or was that the down button ?

She lowered down another inch and she howled like a banshee.

"Ooops.", I gave her a grin, "Wrong button. Sorry about that."

After a little while, I found the correct button and slowly the bed gate began to move upwards. She cried and whimpered, her body twitching.

"Smells like bacon.", I commented, "My little roast pig."

Bella's POV:

My detention at 3pm was sadly all about volleyball. I thought maybe he would take me off to the basement again but this was clearly Mr. Cullen, evil gym teacher, not my Sir. But I was a little glad too. I liked Mr. Cullen gym teacher also. And he was really so intent on me learning that damn sport. I was really trying to make him proud of me and I felt bad that I was wasting our time on this instead of what we could be doing.

I had dinner with Alice again, going with a little piece of turkey, no skin of course, and some corn on the side. I was always starving but my need for Sir was greater than my love of my junk food. It seems he was all I cared about or could keep my mind on. I was completely owned by him.

I even started to look up videos on how to give great mind blowing oral sex to your man. I found this great thing called The Bad Girl's Bible all about it.

Number One rule listed was: Enthusiasm. A man loves it when a woman is wild for him and can't keep her hands off him.

Okay….I had that one no problem.

Next rule was : Confidence.

Uh oh. It seems the more confidence you have sexually the better you can be.

Why can't Mr. Cullen teach me THIS stuff ? I'd be taking notes all day.

Maybe he will. No I can't ask him to do everything. I really wanted to learn this stuff and surprise him. I wouldn't learn it all in one day….there was so much to know. Am I smart enough for this ?

I was listening to the man who wrote this book talking about it on youtube and my earbuds were in in case someone out my door was eavesdropping. This man, with this sexy Irish accent, was telling how to strengthen your confidence.

I laid back in my bed and listened.

"If you're awkward and nervous", he said, "It won't be as pleasurable for him then if you're more confidant and know what you're doing. The first tip I can give you is just…practice, practice, practice."

Great. How'm I gonna do that ? Do I look like I have 50 guys waiting outside to give me practice ? But Mr. Cullen told me the same thing. About that and volleyball.

"You don't have to necessarily practice on your partner..", the man said as if hearing me, "You can use something like a cucumber, a banana, a dildo…anything like that."

Oh man. If Sir caught me in here sucking on a cucumber I don't even want to imagine the look on his face. But he did have that dildo thing the other night he had me practice on. Maybe I would be able to use that again. I have to get a lock on my door.

Then the man was going on about even if you have all the technique in the world it will mean nothing if you're not comfortable with your body and his…and have this confidence. He was saying to get comfortable with your own body first…then work on becoming comfortable with his.

I'm dead.

"Nobody has the perfect body or the perfect facial structure…", the man said.

Then I thought about my dark Sir. He does. He has the perfect everything. And I'm…just…this.

I kept looking at the time on my phone…8:38pm. Would he call me tonight ? Or want to see me ? He didn't say after detention anything about see you later or call you tonight…he just said, "Dismissed."

I didn't screw up that much in detention, but I was still not doing great. He told me it would take time.

Please call me.

I miss him already.

Now I was learning about blow job foreplay…things to do instead of just taking him into your mouth. Kissing the penis…while stroking with the other hand…gently…always gently. Okay I could do that. He liked it when I kissed his feet that time.

Then he said before you even meet him, try sending him a selfie, a nude picture of you or something like a dirty text message saying something like "I can't wait to swallow your cum."

Maybe I could try that.

I had his unknown number that he used to call me to the hospital building last week. I debated this for awhile but finally I decided to try it.

I closed the blinds on my window and pulled my shirt up a bit, and I could see in my phone my breasts wearing their lines and whip marks…they looked good in this light. I took the picture and looked at it for awhile.

Stop being a chicken shit. Make him call you.

Okay.

I put a text in with the picture. I thought about what I wanted to say and finally decided on:

My body misses you. I miss you.

No too needy.

I need more marks. These are fading.

No. Too ballsy.

Finally I went with : 317 caged alone. Waiting…

Yea that's pretty good.

I closed my eyes and sent it. Then I waited. And waited. Nothing.

I went back to my blow job lessons and the man was now saying that when you're together, at a party, out to dinner, whisper something naughty in his ear like, "I can't wait to get you alone" or "I can't wait to rip your pants off later."

I like that idea.

The man went on to say that while you're alone, while kissing or making out, just put your hand gently on his penis, just lightly moving your hand up and down over his pants or underwear.

Start at his leg and move up from there.

Then just start softly massaging him…not hard. Softly squeeze his cock and balls. Don't go too hard or you will hurt him. Once the underwear is off, still move your hand up and down the penis and balls…

Also, talking to him is a good idea. Ask "What would you like me to do now ?"

Let him lead you, ask him what he wants.

And talking dirty through the blow job is a real turn on for a man.

Also, working around the penis is a good idea…massage his balls with your tongue…tickle the testicles with your fingers, kiss along the inner thighs, lick around the penis a little.

The Kiss Trail…go from his cheek, his chin, his chest…down his torso to the penis….

Flick the frenulum. Never heard of that.

The frenulum is a small piece of flesh under the head of the penis that's super sensitive. I even looked up where it is on google. Just flick it with your tongue a little and this guy says men will love it. Go up and down, side to side, or circles…whatever he likes.

This is the shit no one ever teaches you…thanks dude.

I don't know how I would do all this if my hands are tied and he just wants to ram it into my mouth until I choke.

Wetness is also a big deal. The wetter the better the guy says. Extra wet, sloppy kisses on the penis are best. Small kisses, longer, more intense kisses…

This is getting me hot.

The next tip was about licking an area then blowing air onto that spot. Use a lot of saliva, always.

Next came Licking.

"Licking your man's penis is a pretty powerful technique.", the man began…

I suddenly felt something cold and hard coil around behind me and it brought me up on my knees on the bed. I could feel his body behind me and I realized it was his arm around my neck, gently but firmly holding me in place.

"How did you get in here ?", I began to wonder aloud as he tightened his arm a bit, silencing me.

His nose was nuzzling in my hair, near my ear.

I could still hear the man saying, "Oral sex foreplay will get your man all riled up."

"What are you listening to, Miss Swan?", he asked quietly, taking one of the earbuds out of my ear and holding it to his own ear.

"Oh wait…that's just….", I began but he ignored me, slapping a hand over my mouth as I shut up.

A surprised breath came out of his mouth as he purred, "Rrrrreeeaalllyyyy…"

I could still hear in my other earpiece the man saying how our tongues are rough in texture so it's great to use it to massage the balls and the head of the penis."

Kill me now. My face felt on fire.

"Give me your phone.", he stuck the earbud back into my ear and held his hand out as I gave it to him.

He paused it and read aloud, "The Bad Girl's Bible."

"I like the initiative, Swan.", he sounded impressed, taking his hand off of my mouth, "I'll allow this for now but I will be the one conducting this class when you're ready for it."

"Yes Sir.", I agreed, already inhaling his delicious aroma.

"But you may keep listening to it.", he said, pausing it for now, "It couldn't hurt, I guess."

"Thank you, Sir.", I breathed politely.

"Oh now I see.", he realized, "Is he the one who told you to send me that picture ?"

"Yes, Sir.", I waited for the punishment.

"Mmmm", his fingers moved up my leg, tapping it so I would spread them apart more. I did it and he sounded very pleased.

"See, you're already learning my signals.", he inhaled my hair and gave a little ragged breath.

"I miss your scent when you're gone.", he told me.

I felt myself smile inside.

"I feel the same way about you, Sir.", I admitted, my hands at my side…starting to explore along his pants behind me.

"You looked so sad all through detention, learning about how to snap a ball.", he smiled in his voice as his fingers moved over my t shirt, finding my breast.

"Thank you for the very pretty picture.", he finally said, moving my hair away from my neck, his breath playing along the skin there.

"You're welcome, Sir.", I smiled as my fingernails grazed along the denim of his jeans.

"How ARE your marks ?" he asked me softly, placing his wet lips against my neck right below my ear…and it was driving me crazy with lust.

"Great.", I answered, "I love my marks, Sir."

"I will check them out later.", he kissed again, a fraction of an inch away from the first spot, "Can't have my 317 uncared for."

His hand was fondling my breast as he pulled me back against him a little harder, as if he was enjoying this too.

"Did you learn anything from the Bible ?", he asked, giving a little laugh at the last word.

"I'm learning a lot, actually.", I sounded a tad defensive.

"Like what ?", he asked, his tongue taking a long lick up my neck as I gasped out loud, loving it.

"You should let me show you.", I said, knowing I wasn't really ready to do everything. I was just on lesson one.

"Oooh, confident little slut, aren't you ?", he asked, moving his hand under my long t shirt and bringing his icy hand to my warm stomach.

I wish I was.

"I'm still learning.", I had to concede that point.

"You'll get there.", he assured me, his voice so deep and sensual as his hand moved up slowly to my breast.

I remembered the part about talking dirty and decided to try it out a little.

I put my head back on his chest and turned to him a bit, whispering, "I can't wait to swallow your cum."

"Miss Swan!", he slapped his hand back over my mouth, "I am shocked. I knew you were a hot little slut but I didn't know HOW deep it went."

He released my mouth and whispered, "Tell me more."

Ummm...I tried to think of more to say.

"When you tie me up…", I breathed, my eyes getting heavier, "It's the hottest feeling I've ever known…I love it, being helpless…being yours."

His breath exhaled and it sounded very aroused without words. His fingers were firmly clawing across my breast as I spoke.

He waited.

"Is that all ?", he asked, a little amused.

Oh he likes it. The guy was right.

"I love the cold chain around my neck…", I shared, closing my eyes as his aroused breathing returned.

"When I am naked and sleeping on the mattress, leashed like a dog…I can hardly sleep because I'm so hot for you all night.", I said honestly.

His claw now moved down to my panties and he grazed upwards from there as I let out a very turned on yelp.

"And when you fucked me in the shower…the water was so hot…"

"Ugghhhhh", he was really letting his voice moan a little now, as if he was reliving the moment too.

"And I loved dangling there, my feet just off the ground when you raised them up over my head and pounded me like a bitch in heat…", this was really coming out of me, without shame.

"Fuck, Swan.", he had both his hands clawing at my panties now.

That's a great idea. Fuck Swan. Right fucking now.

"Go to sleep.", he said and I felt his hand on the back of my neck….

"Wake up.", his voice said and my eyes slowly opened. He was standing over me, a black t shirt on and jeans, no shoes on. His hair was damp, like silk copper fire and he ran a hand through it, making it stick up higher and look fucking sexier.

I looked down at myself and saw I was only wearing my blue panties, my breasts exposed. And my hands were up on both sides of my head…a block of heavy wood held my wrists and neck inside it.

We were outside, and I was laying in the wet grass, the scent of it was one of my favorites. It was dark and it looked like nothing was around us anywhere. Only the moon and stars gave off light.

"Walk.", he lead the way, pulling a chain that was connected to the square block of wood I was locked into. He curled the chain over his shoulder as he took me with him further out into the forest that laid before us.

I had no shoes on but I kept up as best as I could, occasionally stepping on a rock or twig, my voice not hiding it every time I did. Ow ! Ouch ! SSSSS ! These were the only sounds I dared to make as he walked ahead, not caring to look back and see if I was alright. We went up a few hills and steep areas too. The rain kept falling, not very heavily but enough to drench me and him before we reached our destination.

An eternity later, he stopped and I began to try and catch my breath as he dropped a large canvas bag down near a tree. He opened it and came towards me with something.

"No more talking for now.", he said firmly, moving behind me and placing a large ball into my mouth, shoving it back deep, and buckling it behind my wet head. I played along, pretending I was there against my will and made small muffled sounds.

"Go ahead make noise.", he smirked, "Only the wolves will hear you. And they DO love to investigate strange noises...and scents."

Shit.

He was getting a coil of red rope out of his bag now and tilted his head as he took me in, coming closer as I waited there. Without a word, he looped and end of the rope in the side of the board, a ring there….and then he tossed the rope over a branch above us…it came back down and he then tied the rope into the other side of my wood piece. He pulled the rope taut, raising me up to my tip toes, and secured it to another tree beside it. Then he decided he didn't care for that and instead took my head out of the wood piece, but leaving my wrists in it….and raised them high up over the branch. Now my hands were far up above me but my head and body dangled there, on tip toes, fully vulnerable.

"Better.", he decided as the rain kept showering over us. He didn't seem to mind it at all, he just took his shirt off and looked up at the sky, letting the rain kiss his face. How I wanted to do that.

"I love the forest.", he let me strain on tip toes as he began to make a little fire a few feet away from me. The rain had started to taper off, almost stopping.

I could see him better now and I liked that. He smiled at me as the fire got going, saying, "Damn you look so great like that…all wet…cold…dancing around on your toes. Cane marks, whip marks, bruises…you're a vision to behold."

I gave a little moan through my gag, hoping it would bring him over to me. But he was taking his sweet time.

"Turn around.", he squatted by the fire, looking like a hot devil near the flames, "Let me see that cute little ass of yours."

I was able to turn anyway I wanted so I did turn my back to him, my panties wet and stuck to me.

I gave little whimpers now and then through the ball in my mouth…it just felt right and it was sexy to me.

"Mmm", he commented, "I bet you'd like to have those panties off wouldn't you ?"

"MM hmm", I communicated through the gag.

"No.", he denied calmly, "Not yet. You haven't earned it."

That four mile hike in no shoes in the rain naked didn't earn me anything ? Dammit.

"You WANT to earn it, don't you, slut ?", he asked playfully, the fire crackling beside him.

"MMm HMMM", I answered.

"You will.", he assured.

After a few more minutes he started to come over to me, smiling that wicked smile of his. I began to make little afraid whimpers and he seemed to like that.

He turned me towards him and pulled my panties by the front, hiking them tight up into my crotch. I muffled a little scream as he controlled my body by holding the panties and yanking me in whatever direction he wanted. My head fell back as he really brought me to my toes that way, my legs straining. This made my breasts jut out and up at the night sky as he began to spank my right ass cheek with his other hand…just light slaps at first…each one making me make a little sound of protest. The stinging sensation against my wet ass was very arousing I had to admit.

"Such a bad little girl tonight.", he toyed with me as he delivered slightly harder blows, now onto the other ass cheek, making me turn my ass to him as he worked.

"And so good at that dirty talk.", he slapped again harder as I cried out a bit louder, trying to move away as he held me in place by my panties.

"Do you talk to anyone else like that ?", he asked me, grabbing my wet hair, pulling it back as I squealed out.

"NNNNNNN SSRRRRR", I mumbled with the ball in my mouth.

"Sure.", he gave another hard slap this time to my inner thigh as I moaned a hard yell.

He shook me a little and said, "Hold still."

"Behave 317.", he yanked the wet panties up tight again, digging them into my pussy lips.

I whimpered helplessly, liking this game so far. It felt so taboo and forbidden to be in the forest out in the open this way…anyone could see us. No one would but…still. I felt like I had been kidnapped by the hottest man I'd ever seen. Like he was a stranger.

"Better.", he commented, watching my stance.

He moved both hands down my neck and breasts, manipulating them in his hands as I mewed and closed my eyes, loving it.

Then he started to slap them, one at a time, they were so sensitive from the weekend torture they'd endured…my whole body was actually but I figured I'd have to get used to that.

Then he scowled down into my face as he pulled both nipples up in his fingers, really bringing my toes up. I felt like he might pull them right off as he held me there a minute or so.

"Awww don't like that, do you ?", he smiled at me, pinching and twisting them as I groaned through my gag.

"Poor baby.", he said with mock sympathy, then leaned down and took one into his mouth…getting a very loud moan of approval from me. He licked and sucked the left nipple then bit into it, just holding it between his teeth as I bucked backwards, balancing on my toes. He brought me back to him by my panties and then moved me so he could attack my right nipple, his tongue licking up under my breast then capturing it in his lips…his voice gave a little pleasant moan as he tasted and sucked the little nub.

Then the teeth were back, pulling my nipple towards him as I gave a little scream, my head jerking backwards again.

"Screaming a lot tonight.", he observed, "And we've only just begun."

I slightly struggled just for fun.

"You're not going anywhere, 317.", he informed, "But I like the show. Go on, you struggle if you like."

I loved him calling me 317, like I was a number not a name. An object. His object.

So I struggled harder, trying to jerk my arms in the wood block above me, my hair shaking as I thrashed my head around, my legs not able to do much but trying.

"Tire yourself out.", he just held onto my panties, making sure they were really digging up into my pussy, almost painfully.

Finally, I couldn't struggle much anymore….I breathed hard, pretending I was afraid.

"You through ?", he asked, tugging the panties up and down so my body would bounce a little.

"If you like, I can tie you a lot tighter and with more restriction.", he raised a brow.

I just whimpered.

"You ready to earn yet ?", he asked me, his nose almost touching mine as he looked into my eyes.

I nodded very enthusiastically.

"Hmm.", he did that noise again and turned me, my ass facing the fire. He began stroking all the colors and red lines that he had inflicted, almost admiring his work…then his hand began to gently spank the right ass cheek. Lightly, he began to slap each side, almost going in a rhythm as I panted and growled a bit with each blow. It wasn't that hard but my ass was already sore and while these were light slaps, they were gradually getting harder.

"There are so many spankings coming for you, my love.", he informed, continuing with medium slaps as he held me there by my panties in the other hand, "And you know why, don't you ?"

He called me my love ?

Another hard slap. FUCK ! I screamed out loud on that one.

"First you left school.", he slapped hard up from under my ass cheek as I howled, arching up.

"You do not leave school grounds again unless I give my permission.", he began to lay down the rules, each one with a firm slap against my poor ass.

"Is that clear ?", he asked, waiting.

I nodded, making MMM HMMM as my answer.

"WHAT ?" another slap against my ass.

"YYSSS SRRRRR", I said the best I could.

"Let's see…", he turned me again, positioning me, "What did you do then ? Oh yes…you hitch hiked in some stranger's VAN !"

Another hard slap. I shouted out, the pain intense already and he was just using his hands.

"Do I really have to explain to you how STUPID that is ?", he yanked my hair as he sneered into my ear, "You're LUCKY that some insane FUCK wasn't behind the wheel of that VAN ! You'd be like this at HIS mercy and best case scenario is you'd get raped. Worst case – he'd cut you into little pieces!"

Another harder blow. I screamed and tried to stay on my toes, crying a little now.

"What happened next…", he tried to remember…"Oh of course….then you found more strangers, horny teenage boys…and struck up a cute little friendship with them."

I'm dead.

"NNNNNN", I tried to plead.

"Yes you did.", he moved me back into place, "Yes you did. You liked those fucking boys,

didn't you, slut ?"

Three more very hard slaps across both cheeks at once.

I was just crying at this point, knowing I deserved it. He didn't show any sorrow for me as he doled out my punishment.

I shook my head and tried to breathe as held me still.

"You are never to touch or even speak to another male unless you have permission. Is that clear, 317 ?"

"YSSS SRRRRR", I tried to speak clearly.

"Yea, you're all mine, right ?", he slapped again, "Until my back is turned."

Five more slaps to the left ass cheek. God that fucking hurts ! I began to sob a little.

"And then….", he twisted my nipple, "Then you went and had a little party with them. A nice bottle of whatever the fuck it was…"

Five more slaps to the other ass cheek. I was really sobbing now…not even able to hold it in.

"You are NEVER to drink or do any kind of drug unless given permission or unless with me. Do we have that ?"

"YSSS SRRRRR.", I cried.

"I don't feel the least bit sorry for you so cry all you like.", he informed coldly.

God he's evil. I love him.

"Then, what happened next?", he wondered out loud, "Oh….right….then you invited the little pricks to touch your waxed little pussy."

My last will and testament shall be as follows…

"Turn around.", he moved me very roughly now, bringing my pussy in front of him. He tore the panties off in one tug and slapped his hand a few times against it as I cried louder, jerking and struggling.

"If you ever invite another person, male or female, to touch what is mine…", he pinched my clitoris as I howled, "You don't even want me to finish that sentence."

He slapped my pussy a few more times until I wept harder.

I thought he'd really kill me for jumping off the ledge…wait…did I jump off the ledge ? Did I fall ? I couldn't remember that. Did he get me before I fell or jumped ? What ?

And wait a second…how did he know I got into a stranger's van ? And how'd he know about where I found the boys ?

I thought he'd talk about that ledge next but he totally skipped that part.

"Then you pretended like you were going to vomit in MY CAR.", I was being spanked on the ass again.

My legs were so weak by the end of my spanking that I sunk a bit, my knees almost on the grass below me.

He let me cry a little afterwards and then he came back, the flogger in his hand. He twirled it playfully.

I was already begging without words as he moved around me, not touching me yet.

"What ?", he frowned a bit, "You thought that was it ? Really ? That was the warmup."

"You thought the tests were tough, now you're owned.", he informed, "The real work begins now, little girl. And the recurring theme you'll notice will be, punishment earned…punishment given. Reward earned, no reward given unless Master is feeling VERY fucking generous that day."

"So, stand up straight.", he snapped his finger, and I tried to get my legs back up under me, "Accept your punishments with grace."

I straightened up at those words. On my tiptoes. Waiting for that damn flogger.

"Kiss it.", he put it up to my mouth and I drooled on it, that's the best I could do.

"There will be no number.", he informed, "I will just flog you until I'm satisfied."

I gave a nod and meekly said, 'YSSS SRRRR'

He began with light strokes…the flogger was difficult but not nearly as bad as the whip or cane. I recognized that at least. Lightly, the flogger was actually very erotic. But then it became gradually worse and worse.

I loved how he handled the thing, though. He was so graceful and fluid in his motions, as he held the leather strands in one hand, the handle of it in the other hand, then decided where he wanted to strike, then hitting that exact mark. I could tell he had practiced this for a long time.

Without another word, he flogged me thoroughly, on the backs of my legs, my thighs, my calves, my pussy, my back, my torso, my breasts. No part of me was left untouched. But he never lost control. He did it in a way that was meant to hurt but not damage. I was crying like a baby by the end of it but I was alright…he knew what he was doing.

He was right though….I would have to get a lot stronger…tougher.

"I don't give out bullshit rules like other dominants.", he had said to me during the flogging, "I give ground rules that are meant to protect you and keep you safe. I can change the rules at any time…and add others accordingly. You will keep up and obey the rules. Or you get this."

A very serious blow cracked across both my ass cheeks and I howled out loud without shame.

"The next time things don't go your way…", he lashed out at me, "You deal with it and you try again."

When it was over, he allowed me to cry until I was calm again. Then he came closer to me and began drying and moving a very soft cloth over my body. It felt so wonderful and baby soft after the long punishment…he stroked every inch of me with it, following with kisses and his tongue licking every inch that he'd just hurt.

I did hate what I did when I ran out of school the other day…it was weak of me and I really could've been hurt or killed or worse. I understood why he had been so upset with me. He was in front of me now, wiping the tears off my face with the cloth…kissing my cheeks and my nose…leaving the gag in my mouth, he kissed each of my closed eyes.

"You are mine.", he said with such conviction, like he really wanted me. Like he was sure of it now.

I nodded and laid my face on his, wishing I could kiss him.

Then he was kissing my chin and then my neck…and began moving down my chest, making sure to ravage each of my breasts with his tongue and mouth. Finally he worked his way down to my aching little clit. He was on his knees there in the wet grass, opening my legs and licking, sucking…assaulting me with fucking pleasures I never had before this week.

I was moaning so loud and hard that my gag didn't even bother me so much anymore.

Whenever he felt like I was getting close to coming, he would stop and take a firm bite on my clit, denying her. I was screaming and begging as he kept bringing me close then halting me.

"Awww", he kept eating me as if I was the most awesome thing he'd ever tasted….it was such a fucking turn on like the Bad Girl's Bible guy had said ! Enthusiasm !

His voice kept moaning and groaning with satisfaction as he licked and slid his tongue deep inside of me. I almost came right then but then he stopped and told me I was not allowed to come. I was being punished.

I almost wanted to cry in frustration as he sucked and licked forever after that.

His fingers were dancing over my clit, moving so fast I wanted to die with the painful but amazing sensations he was giving me.

But he still wouldn't let me come.

"I really want to fuck you, but you don't deserve it.", he finally said with a soft voice, still licking me everywhere between my legs, his hand holding my one leg up under the knee.

"PLLSSSSS PLSSSSSS SRRRRRR", I begged, my voice about to cry.

"No, no.", he decided, "You have to learn. That's my job to teach you. I can't be soft on you, you'll become a little brat."

"I'll just lick you some more just because I want it.", he shared, going back in to devouring me again.

Four more times he brought me to orgasm and denied me release. It made me hotter for it each time. By the time he was done I was roaring out, begging for it.

"I said no.", he quietly repeated, tickling my clit with the tip of his tongue, "You handle it. Stop acting like a baby."

"Next time you'll give me no reason to deny you.", he foretold, "And maybe then I'll consider giving you that privilege."

He let me hang there for awhile after that as he took a walk, then put out the fire…packed up everything…then he untied the rope that held me up over the branch and he walked in front of me, taking the chain leash and leading me away from the silent spot. Oh FUCK now I had to WALK all the way back ?! My legs…my body…I would never make it.

A few times I slowed or stopped and he yanked me behind him, not looking back as I struggled to keep up. My head was back in the center hole in the wood and I felt like we would never get back. At last we stopped and I fell down, panting, laying sideways on my heavy board.

"Tomorrow in detention we do half volleyball, half weights.", he announced, "You are as weak as a newborn colt."

He unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it out of my mouth, massaging my jaw with his fingers.

"I wonder why.", my bratty voice spat out.

His hand grabbed my cheeks in one pinch.

"Watch that tone.", he warned, "And watch your eyes the way you look at me. Or we can go back out there and do it all over again, only this time I'll be angry."

Fuck.

"I'm sorry, Sir.", I said really , really sweetly.

He shoved my face away, not buying it.

Then he unhooked the piece of wood and let me out of it…and my neck and wrists were killing me.

"Come here.", he motioned for me to crawl to him and I did. He gave me a lovely massage and it was almost worth all the punishment just to get this.

"Thank you, Sir.", I said reverently, "Thanks for punishing me. I know I did a lot of messed up things…that night. I feel really weak for doing all that. It's not right, no matter what happened that day."

He just looked at me. I couldn't figure out what was in his eyes but it wasn't anger…it wasn't lust…or confusion…or love…I'm not sure what…but it was great.

"You're welcome, 317.", he gave me a small smile, "I can't say I hate punishing you…I like it very much…you just make it too easy."

Is that a compliment ? It seemed so.

His face straightened.

"Tomorrow night I have something I need to tell you.", he stated, "Something about myself. Something you should know. As I said, I always want to be honest with you."

"What is it ?", I frowned, concerned.

"Tomorrow.", he looked at me as if he was asking.

"Alright.", I agreed, "Are you alright ?"

"Yes", his brow furrowed a bit, "Are you alright ?"

"Yes.", I heard myself answer.

"Hmm", he smirked, "Maybe I did go too soft on you."

"No, you didn't.", I argued, "I mean…don't worry, you were brutal."

He looked proud.

"That IS my middle name.", he joked.

"You've earned it.", I said without hesitation.

"Do you want me to be less ?", he asked.

"Never.", I admitted.

He leaned in and kissed my lips...for a long time…then we started French kissing….hard…and it became very intense. I had him on his back on the wet grass and I felt myself holding his wrists down at the sides of his head.

My legs straddled his waist and I kept kissing him as his voice moaned in return, letting me pretend I was really in control.

"Oh no…", he said with a deep voice, "317's got me…I can't get out. What will I do ?"

"Endure it, 1.", I named him the number he was for me. He smiled as I kissed him some more, sucking his tongue as he chuckled a little.

"Please, don't hurt me…", he gave a little whimper that aroused me completely. He COULD be fun, I was surprised by this.

"I make no promises.", I answered like he would've.

He didn't let me go too far, though. As soon as I started grabbing at his shirt to get it off him, he put the brakes on and said he had made his decision about tonight.

I wanted to cry.

He was still sweet to me but he's not easy. He stuck to his word. When you don't earn his cock you don't get it. I would have to be sure to earn it from now on. I wondered what it is he wants to tell me. I hope he's alright. He looked very serious about it. I hope he's not leaving school or something, that'll suck.

He didn't bring me to the Ivy House and I understood why. He's a teacher, I'm a student. I never wanted him to be caught with me, he'd lose everything. I snuck back into my room, amazed there was never anyone around at night. I hopped into bed, exhausted and deprived, horny and sore.

I heard my phone beep and I looked, getting a text from unknown.

Thanks for being gentle with me. – he texted.

You're welcome. Ditto. – Sarcasm. – I texted back.

Don't forget – you are not allowed to play with yourself either without my permission. I want my pussy hungry for me when next we meet. : Unknown texted.

WHAT ? – I texted back to him.

Goodnight 317. Set your alarm. – he replied.

Goodnight 1. I did already. – I sent back.

Good girl. Go to sleep now. – he ended.

And somehow those two words made me alright…more than alright. I was his good girl. I had everything. Except an orgasm. And I wouldn't get that until he decided I was allowed to.

I almost texted back I love you Sir. But I didn't.

Now I just thought about how exciting it was, getting flogged in the woods in the dead of night by my wicked Master. Then the way he cared for me afterwards…then the denied orgasms over and over….it seemed the more he did to me, the more in deep I became. He said I was his. And his voice sounded so sure about it, like it would be forever. I love that. He wants me. Broken, weak, awkward, sick, twisted me. And he knows all about what I've done. It doesn't seem to bother him at all. That alone is so attractive to me. He sees all my flaws…and wants me anyway.

I do love you, Master. Always.

END OF CHAPTER 17