CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Alice and Rosalie were in a real bind. They liked their new governess very much. She never yelled or said a cruel word against them. Miss Swan never pulled out her ruler and made an impression upon the back of their hands for a missed answer. However, as the week went by, both Cullen girls could tell that Miss Swan's mind seemed to be someplace else.
It was Friday night and dinner was to be served in one hour's time. It was clear to Rosalie and Alice that their Saturday would be spent studying the monologue they received. With both of their grades faltering throughout the week in math, science, language and history, their only hope was to prefect the monologue so that their bottoms wouldn't be bruised more so than what was surely coming.
"Let's try again," Rosalie sighed. "We can read it together off the sheet tonight but by tomorrow we need to stop reading and see what we remember on our own."
Rosalie already knew that it was a hopeless case for Alice. Her memorization skills were never her strong suit. But she knew she must press on and try to push Alice as hard as she could without causing her alarm. If Alice felt any trepidation from Rosalie, it would hinder any progress.
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face
else would a maiden blush bepaint my check
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say, 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
The girls continued on with their assignment. Rosalie wondering in the back of her mind what they would do if their grades continued to suffer. She could never seek out her father for advice; that would be most inappropriate. Somehow, they would need to prevail on their own.
If only the girls knew how little their father cared about their current grades at the moment, they might have saved themselves from a night of agony. Their governess would have her issues all sorted out within the hour. Well, not all her issues but the ones that concerned the young Cullen children. Miss Swan was about to be given a lesson of her own.
Mrs. Cope hurried along in her kitchen to prepare the night's dinner. All week long, she found it odd that Master Cullen took his meals in his study and she had a feeling it had something to do with the governess. Mrs. Cope wondered what could have happened to cause such a disruption from their everyday life. She still couldn't understand why Master Cullen would ever take the girl to dinner. Never once had he ever offered to take a servant to dinner. She knew that it was all this governess's doing. Whatever spell she was placing on Master Cullen, it needed to end.
If only Mrs. Cope had the brilliant notion to enter Master Cullen's office at that precise moment, she might have the good sense to allow her heart to arrest. But alas, she didn't and so instead, Mrs. Cope went about her duty preparing the night's fare and hoping that Master Cullen would come to some sense.
Isabella's heart raced and she wondered if at any moment, her heart would completely leap out of her chest. She walked around toward the back of the desk where Master Cullen stood waiting. After her lessons that day, she had changed in to a deep green dress from the selection Master Cullen had purchased.
Master Cullen was a fan of the dress but he wished she had worn the blue. He loved the way the blue looked against her skin. He focused his attention on the four pearl buttons that adorned the top of her dress and slowly began to undue them.
Isabella focused on Master Cullen's Adam's apple as she felt the cool air brush against her chest when he released the buttons and exposed her.
"You're not wearing the undergarments that Mrs. Morton provided," Master Cullen said.
Isabella slowly shook her head.
"I didn't care for them."
Master Cullen narrowed his eyes and briefly lifted up the skirt of the dress to reveal that Isabella hadn't worn the matching underwear that he bought as well. In fact, she wasn't wearing any underwear at all.
Isabella blushed and fought the urge to pull her dress back down.
"So, you've been walking around my house for the past week without any proper undergarments?" he asked.
Isabella couldn't speak so instead she cringed slightly and nodded her head. It was her own form of revenge. If she were to dress like an eighteen hundred's throwback, she would do it in the most scandalous way imaginable. She never once believed that she would be found out.
"You thought it was appropriate to teach my children while you let your lady bits hang about."
"I was covered. Completely and fully covered." Isabella tried to argue.
"Well, it's a good thing you didn't trip and fall; you're bits would probably fly out of this dress and give a show." He pulled Isabella closer and whispered in her ear, "I have a feeling that after tonight, you will not make that misjudgment again."
He pulled Isabella out of the top part of her dress and her nipples harden at the cold temperatures in the room but Master Cullen did not give them a second look. He turned Isabella around to face his desk and gave her direction.
"Hands spread on the top of the desk and bend over."
Isabella did as she was told but wondered what exactly he was planning to do. She didn't think her body was low enough for him to get a proper angle to fuck her. In the back of her mind it occurred to her that this was the same position he would place his daughters in before he punished them. Isabella hoped he wasn't planning on brandishing his ruler but she did as she was told. Master Cullen pulled open his desk drawer and picked out from its depths a prop. He laid it on the desk next to Isabella's right hand.
"Do you know what this is?"
Isabella looked at the object and felt her heart quicken if it was possible. She knew what it was but never in a million years would she ever think that Master Cullen would possess such an object. Isabella's sex life up until that point had been very normal. She never ventured off to any kind of fetishes. She looked down at the sleek slender pointy object and slowly nodded her head.
"Have you ever used one of these before?"
She shook her head slowly never taking her eyes off it.
Master Cullen pulled her dress up and glided his hand across the pale skin on her backside. He ran his finger down the crevasse toward her tightest hole and stopped.
"Have you ever had someone take you here?"
Isabella swallowed and her eyes widen. She was happy he could not see her face.
Once again she slowly shook her head.
"You'll notice that this tool is very slim. A lot slimmer than what I will be. I would not take you here today because you're still very tight but this," He held up the small vibrator in his hand, "this can help make that hole a little looser."
Isabella stood up and her dress fell toward the ground. She couldn't believe what he was telling her. She backed away a couple of steps and tried to find something to say.
"Too much?" Master Cullen asked her.
It was their safe word. Well, they hadn't decreed it but at their dinner they had made it quite clear that stating, "too much" meant that he was going too far. Isabella wanted to say yes and hoped they could continue on without the use of props.
Master Cullen waited for the internal debate to end within the girl but he could tell she was having trouble.
"If it's too much, you need to state it. You can still go, Isabella. You are free to leave and go to dinner."
Isabella bit her lip. She didn't want to be dismissed.
"I think you're scared because this is something completely new to you. You don't know how it will feel. It will hurt but just a little at first. The hole is tight indeed but after a few times, you'll hardly notice. I won't push it in and out, so once it's in, it may be uncomfortable but it shouldn't hurt."
Isabella took a few long seconds to debate in her mind once more. She considered her previous sexual encounters and thought about how each one of them left her unsatisfied. Was it possible that she was unsatisfied because she had never allowed herself to think outside of the box?
"You have to trust me, Isabella. If you don't, you should leave."
Did she trust him? No! She didn't but that didn't mean she wanted to leave. There was still so much she didn't know about him to be able to fully trust the man standing in front of her holding the crude object. In this instance, it wasn't about trusting him, it was about trusting herself to make the right decision.
She breathed out slowly and walked back over toward the desk. Once again she placed her hands on the desk and leaned over the top of the desk, her bare breasts pushing into the wood. Master Cullen was surprised. He thought she would leave for sure but she continued to surprise him over and over.
He placed his hand on her backside once again and pulled up the dress. He should take the dress off but something about seeing her in it while he fucked her, turned him on. The dress was up and he helped her spread her legs a little further apart.
He ran the vibrator up her slit and slowly slipped it inside her wet pussy fucking hole. He pushed it in and out, trying to lube it up as much as possible. Isabella could barely contain her moans. Even though the object was slender, she felt herself begin to drip and her nipples hardened.
Master Cullen didn't turn on the battery operated piece because it wasn't his intention for her to cum so soon. He just needed the object good and soaked so it could continue toward its final destination. Finally he pulled it out and placed it on the rim of the tight hole. Isabella stilled and Master Cullen could see her tighten up.
"You need to attempt to relax. It will be worse if you don't."
Isabella tried with all her might but her nerves were unsettling. Master Cullen didn't see any improvement so he reached down and let his fingers play with her. It had the desired effect as she began to lose herself in the sensation. Slowly he began to push the vibrator in.
Isabella squeezed her eyes tight and tried to focus on her breathing instead of the pain and discomfort she was feeling. She couldn't even focus on Master Cullen's fingers any longer and it felt like he would never stop pushing. But alas, he did stop and once the piece was in place, he turned the top and allowed the vibrations to take effect.
Isabelle nearly jumped when he turned it on. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. She still felt sore but the vibrations felt completely foreign. Master Cullen pulled her toward his sturdy high back chair and directed her to bend over and place her hands on the arms of the chairs. The chair was lower than the desk and in that position it pushed her ass up.
Seeing the object vibrating inside of Isabella's ass hole spurred Master Cullen on. He quickly shed his pants and undergarments. His cock was already hard and needed no warm up, although he stroked himself once before lining himself up.
This would be the first time since his wife that he would enjoy another human being. A part of him wanted to feel sadness for what he was about to do; moving on from his wife but he didn't allow that to stop him. He wanted to go slow to familiarize himself with how perfect and amazing the experience could be so he slowly pushed into Isabella allowing himself to feel every inch.
The moment he entered her, Isabella didn't think she was going to last for very long. After all, the sensation she was feeling from the vibrator alone were having an effect before she began to feel the fullness of her body in its entirety. She wanted him to go faster but instead, Master Cullen continued to push in and out at a slow gradual pace as his fingers dug into her hips.
She tried to keep her moans to a minimum not knowing if anyone could hear and it was the first thing Master Cullen remarked on since entering her.
"Try and keep it down, baby. My halls echo and the walls have ears."
Baby.
It was the first term of endearment he had ever said to her.
"Please….more. Faster," she begged.
"No. I don't want this over too quickly. I want this to last until dinner."
Isabella's eyes snapped toward the clock and she saw that dinner was still a half hour away. How was she going to last that long?
"There's no way. I can't last that long," she protested.
"I know. But I can." Master Cullen smiled and looked down to see himself push in and out, the vibrating piece still there. He could feel it vibrate along his dick when he entered her and for a brief moment he wondered if he would make good on his word. Perhaps he wouldn't last as long as he foretold.
"You have no idea how lovely your ass looks with that vibrator pushed to the brim. Fuck! I want to fuck you hard."
"Please!" Isabella begged once more.
"Okay, you can cum. Please cum….cum as many times as you can."
He upped the pace and pumped in and out harder and faster. It didn't take long for Isabella to cum after that. She screamed through her tight shut mouth and her body sagged with relief. She felt euphoric and it was all worth it. The nasty object in her ass and all.
Master Cullen slowed down but didn't stop. He was happy that she had cum but he wasn't going to give her any relief until he came himself.
"Did that feel good, baby? You want another?"
Isabella wasn't sure if she could handle another. She was already feeling quite exhausted after the first.
When she didn't answer, Master Cullen took her silence as a personal affront.
"You didn't fall asleep on me did you?"
Isabella shook her head slowly so Master Cullen moved his hand over her hip and went to adjust the speed on his contraption.
"Here, maybe this will help," He turned up the speed to full and Isabella couldn't believe how hard vibrator shook inside her. It was so intense that when Master Cullen pushed all the way deep inside her, it would vibrate his own dick.
This spurred him on and once again he upped his pace and clutched onto Isabella's hips and began to thrust wildly. He could feel himself ready to cum but he wanted Isabella to cum once more before he filled her.
Isabella was wide awake and hardly able to contain her screams. Her breasts bounced wildly up and down. She felt wetness traveling down her legs. She felt her body preparing itself for another orgasm but just as she was about to achieve it, Master Cullen stop and stilled inside her.
She gasped and looked back at him.
"Why did you stop?" She huffed.
He looked directly into her eyes.
"If you fail me or my children again…you'll go a month without cumming. Understand?"
Isabella's breath caught up with her as she stared in disbelief. She swallowed and nodded her head. With her acceptance, Master Cullen picked back up the pace and it took a few more minutes for either of them to be ready again. Isabella came first but as Master Cullen was not ready to allow himself to finish, he kept on with his pace and didn't slow or stop until he felt the hot liquid spill out of his body as he pushed himself deep with a controlled grunt. The vibrator doing its job pulsated on top of his cock and allowed him to ride out the feeling for longer.
His head fell back and the amount of relief he felt was a high that he hadn't known for too long. He stayed inside Isabella while he slowly turned off the vibrator and pulled it out. He tossed it to the desk and Isabella gave a sigh of relief from having the unpleasant feeling leave her body.
It was his turn to pull out and he did so with a sigh, already missing the feeling as the cold air came in contact. Isabella's dress came down and she sagged in relief from the position. She attempted to stand herself up while she quickly did up her buttons.
"It's a shame that you don't like the underwear I purchased for you. I will be sad to not see personally the look on Mrs. Cope's face when she discovers your chair after dinner tonight. No underwear and pussy full of my juice. Even your dress won't be able to soak up all that."
Master Cullen smirked as he saw the look of horror dawn Isabella's face. He wasn't going to allow her to clean up? She was to go to dinner with his cum dripping down her leg and finally onto the chair she was supposed to sit at. The clock showed that there wouldn't be enough time to make it to her room and the dining room. He did that on purpose, she thought.
She narrowed her eyes and huffed marching toward the door. She wanted to get back at him so she did the only thing she could think of. Her hand reached the door knob and she turned one last time to address him.
"Edward," She waited until she was assured of his full attention. "You're welcome."
She winked and exited quickly before he could reply. Master Cullen's jaw dropped at her audacity. He had made her thank him before and now, she had the upper hand because she had made him thank her.
It was awkward to walk down toward the dining room when you could feel liquid slowly running down your legs. Isabella tried to squeeze her legs together to halt the process but it was wearing her mind what the chair would look like after she stood up from dinner.
She entered the dining room to find Rosalie and Alice standing behind their chairs waiting.
"Good evening, ladies," She said.
"Good evening, Miss Swan," they replied in unison.
Master Cullen entered the room with a slight bounce in his step but still was able to maintain a composed face. He pulled out his chair and began to sit down and the girls and Isabella followed suit. Mrs. Cope on cue came out from the kitchen to deliver the salads. She walked from seat to seat to place the plate down. She could already feel that something was off.
"Alice. Rosalie."
Both girls' heads snapped up at their father addressing them.
"I have been informed of your dismal progress this week."
Alice thought she was going to sink straight through the chair. Rosalie was wishing the ground would open and hell would swallow her straight up.
"However, Miss Swan made it clear that she is partly to blame. We have discussed it and tomorrow night's assessment will be cancelled. I trust you will use this opportunity wisely to take the next two days and reevaluate the course work and attempt to improve. If I am dissatisfied with next week's assessment, I will take the proper measures to ensure it doesn't happen again."
Isabella knew what the translation to that phrase meant for her but she was more than ready to take on the difficult task ahead. Alice and Rosalie's grades depended on her and she wouldn't let them down again.
Alice and Rosalie couldn't believe their ears. In all their years, an assessment had never been cancelled. Once when Alice was sick, it was rescheduled but never canceled. It was all very curious. Miss Swan seemed to have done the impossible.
Mrs. Cope who had been listening through the door nearly didn't contain her gasp of surprise. She decided that she had been silent for far too long. After dinner was done, she would confront her master and make him see reason.
Dinner went on as usual for Alice and Rosalie. Completely in a state of shock, they hadn't noticed their governess fidgeting in her chair or the look of triumph that would spread across their father's face whenever he would see Isabella cringe and move.
Alice and Rosalie were excused first and Isabella wanted Master Cullen to leave before she made the embarrassing walk back up the stairs with her dress stained on the back but he was being abnormally slow that evening when eating. It didn't look like he planned to leave anytime in the near future.
"May I be excused?" Isabella finally asked.
"Why of course, Miss Swan. Have a good evening," He replied.
Isabella rolled her eyes and stood up.
"Good evening, Master Cullen."
It still bothered him to hear her call him by that name even if it was the professional thing to do. Isabella could already feel the damp material hit her behind as she went to stand. She wanted to look at the chair to see if it was as bad as she imagined but couldn't bring herself to peek.
Master Cullen waited in anticipation for the moment her backside would be turned. He wasn't disappointed, although now he wished she had worn a lighter material. The spot wasn't as large as Isabella had feared but there was a spot. He smirked and cleaned his face with his napkin finished with his meal.
Mrs. Cope rushed out of the kitchen, seizing her opportunity.
"Mrs. Cope, dinner was fine as usual," Master Cullen announced.
"Thank you, sir but I need to speak with you a moment."
Master Cullen was a tad weary wondering what would cause his cook the need to speak to him when she hadn't scheduled an appointment but he gave her a wave to allow her to continue.
"Master Cullen, I don't think you've been thinking clearly. My apologies, sir but this governess you have hired has completely changed the way this household has run. Miss Swan is not the kind of people you should associate with. She doesn't know anything of our ways and I don't care how many dresses you put on her, she will never fit in here. I implore you to see reason for the sake of your children and legacy."
Master Cullen couldn't believe Mrs. Cope had the audacity to argue this case after he specifically told
Mr. Whitlock and herself to leave Miss Swan alone. The feeling of joy he had experienced had been clouded over by Mrs. Cope's deliberate defiance.
"It is only because you have been in my employment for so long that I am not dismissing you for your grievous overstep. This will be the last time that I say this, Mrs. Cope; I do not need or desire any comment or opinion on how I choose to run my household or the future of myself or my children. I suggest you keep to your kitchen and household chores and leave Miss Swan and my own private affairs out of your head. If you feel that you cannot do this simple task then I suggest you begin your search for other employment. Will that be necessary?"
Mrs. Cope could feel her heart stop in her chest. She swallowed whatever saliva hadn't dried up from her mouth and cast her eyes toward the floor.
"No sir. My apologies," She mumbled lowly.
Master Cullen felt his blood pressure rising just from looking at the old maid. He turned and left quickly not wanting to ruin whatever stress relief he still had left from his earlier encounter. He climbed the stairs but found himself stopping just outside Isabella's room. It would be so easy to enter and take her once more but he needed to pace himself. It would not do well for Isabella or him to exhaust themselves any further.
Instead he headed back to his own private quarters to search out something he wanted to give to Isabella. He already knew when she received his gift; she may be put out some. She probably wouldn't accept it graciously but it wasn't his intention to cause her humiliation or dismay.
He placed the small object into black velvet box and waited until he was assured of her slumber before entering her room and leaving it on her table. Master Cullen couldn't help but stop and stare at her peaceful still body lying in the colossal bed. He thought back over their first time together and breathed out a sigh of longing. The ways he wanted to take her. Never had anyone affected him so.
Master Cullen shook his head at his own preposterous thoughts. He needed to be patient and enjoy Isabella in a way she deserved to be enjoyed. He needed to treasure this gift but in order to do so he would need to be patient and patience was never something he was very good at.
AN: Well I know in the past when I have posted something that some find a little too much for their taste it can bring on a slew of bad reviews and "flouncing" This is by far the raciest chapter I have ever written but I want you to know that it is not my intention to turn this into a lemon story with no substance so if you can get past the odd fetishes of the character, I will strive to produce a story that it still entertaining and different.
I thank you for all the support and reviews! It makes it easy to write when I know so many people are enjoying the story.
Disclaimer: Story is mine, characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.