I woke with the sound of the lock and instead of my mystery man I was greeted by the three women. They said nothing but grabbed me and brought me to my feet.
I was cleaned up once more and brought to a kitchen where I ate for the first time since I had arrived. The red haired angel I had first met, who they called Esme, spoke as we ate "I hope you understand now dear. As I said before, as long as you're good everything is fine. Edward has great plans for you and will take care of you as long as you follow the rules he lays before you".
'Edward', so that was his name. I repeated his name to my self and his face danced in my head. I felt so guilty for these thoughts, I had been ripped from my life and was being forced to serve a man who demanded I subject to any whim of his and yet I couldn't get the sound of his voice out of my head or the feeling of his finger off my face.
I soon learned that we were almost servants; to be honest servants is the appropriate word. I was prompted to take his breakfast to him where we would lay it in front of the men and fetch anything they needed. We would stand behind them and stare off into space until we were called for. I understood what my future was looking like.
Days went by and I did what I was told. For the most part I did everything correctly but there were other times when I would speak when not spoken to or drop something and one of the men would slap me across the face or shove me to the floor. Most of the time it was Edward who's palm would meet my cheek but other times one of the other men would do the job and they were not as controlled, usually throwing in a 'slut' or "bitch' into the action.
At the end of the day one of the three women would walk me back to my pitch black hole. As I would drift closer to sleep the door would open and Edward would walk in without saying anything. I just stayed as I was and he would crouch to my level and stroke my cheek.
I felt like a neglected dog whose owner would pet it every now and again. He would allow his fingers follow my outline, around my face over my nose and lips and so forth. His fingers would lower themselves and would follow the curve of my breasts and then roll over the curve of my hips, while he did this he would "coo" me and whisper "my sweet little pet". I never moved or made a sound but just lied there and stared indirectly at him.
I was beginning to look forward to these moments at night, my senses screamed for attention. I needed some form of human touch, for the few moments I felt wanted and safe.
My memories and thoughts of the life I had been taken from slowly began to drift. I started to stop thinking about whether anyone was looking for me anymore or if my friends were starting to again get on without me as if I was never there. I began to understand why the first day when I looked to the other women I couldn't find anything in there eyes, just seem to loose everything you once had.
After awhile I couldn't help but wonder if any other catches came with this new life, simply fetching them things or bringing them meals was not the only tasked to be had. If it was would it not be just as easy as to hire maids?
As one day came to an end and I was expecting to be taken back to my hole I was instead meant to go somewhere else.
With me in tow the women gathered in the room where I had first been cleaned and clothed. We again, all four of us in total, bathed and got our faces made up, except from they amour came different items this time. Each girl picked out some kind of lingerie, they all looked expensive and over the top.
A dark realization was coming to me, brining meals, fetching things and waiting on them hand and foot was not all we were expected to do.
I was handed, by the petite pixie looking woman, a hanger that held articles that didn't seem like they should have even been on a hanger. I held it at arms length and examined the articles. A black lacy bra, see through lacy underwear, a garter belt and sheer stocking.
The last few nights had not required this, usually I was sent to sleep in the hole wearing what I had that day. I hesitated and Rose looked at me and said "you don't need to me to explain, do you?" I didn't need someone to explain, I was not daft. I shook my head no and proceeded to put on the nights attire.
The bra cupped my breast and the underwire lifted them high front and center. The panties fit like boy shorts covering most of my ass except for the bottom. I slipped on each stocking careful not to put a run in one. I grasped the garter belt and looked up to observe the other girls and copy there movements; I had gotten it on and attached each clip to my stockings.
Before the women ushered out of the room each slipped on a pair of high hells that were lined up against the wall, I tried on several pair before finding a pair and stood still to regain my balance. The girls left one by one as I stood there.
The pixie took my arm and walked me silently out of the room. We mazed through hallways and passed multiple doors, I would catch one of the girls slipping into certain rooms until it was only me and the other girl. She presented me to a large wooden door and turned the knob till it clicked and pushed it till it swung all the way open. I gazed in without making a move.
So far Edward was no where to be seen, I sighed relief and yet was questioning this too.
She pulled me inside and had me stand in front of the large king size bed with four tall wooden posts that were intricately carved. "Stand here and wait for Edward. Don't move until he arrives" she left with out another word and I didn't say anything to her. I stood there in front of one of the corner bed posts almost shaking. I didn't know if my legs would hold me much longer. I soon realized within a few moments the man that had demanded me and also hit me was going to walk through those doors and demand something else of me.
I had never been with a man, I had been presented with the opportunity but none of the boys seemed worth it at the time and now here I was just waiting for a man I didn't know to walk through the door and take it from me. I was panic stricken and then I heard the doorknob begin to turn.
I stood there in shock, the room was lit by candle light and as the door opened it cast shadows across the walls.
There he was, Edward.
He stood at the door closing it behind him without taking his eyes off of me. I couldn't look at him so I turned my head to the side and looked at the wall. He sat down in a chair that was situated in the corner. He said nothing as he untied his shoes and removed them from his feet. I had no idea as to what to do. I just stood there pretending I was invisible, my legs shaking in these ridiculous high heels.
"Bella, come" he said in a strong but hushed voice.
My head automatically jerked from the fixed point of the wall I had been burning a hole into with my eyes. My legs didn't automatically move I just stood there clenching onto the post for dear life until he said "now" in a louder voice which woke my legs up and they moved slowly across the room to the velvet red armchair in the corner.
I stared at his perfection as I crossed the room. The way the black sweater clung to his chest, the neckline dipped just enough to show his strong shoulders and collar bones. His dark khaki pants hiding the unknown, which I was about to find out.
I stood in front of him shaking with fear. He patted his lap and said "here, sit down right here" I inched closer and lightly sat down on his knee. He began to run his fingers through my hair allowing his fingers to graze my neck. Each time shivers began to move through me "your so nervous Bella, like a little mouse. You wouldn't believe what that does for me" his other hand gripped my shoulder and ran up and down my arm every now and again.
"your not stupid Bella, I know that, so I can assume you know what's going to happen". His fingers tightened there grip on my shoulder "and I hope that means you will cooperate".
With that he pushed me off his lap and allowed me to fall to the ground next tot his feet. I watched as his fingers moved to his belt as he pulled it to loosen it. He didn't unzip his pants but laid them both face down on the arm of the chair. "Open my pants Bella" I shifted to my knees and sat in front of him without moving "I'm going to give you three second and then.." I placed one hand on his thigh and then grabbed the button with my hand.
He brushed his hand on my head to have me continue. With his button undone I pulled the zipper until it stopped and starred at the bulge that still lay half hidden in his pants. Timidly I reached my fingers in and tried to gently remove his member from its bindings. He lifted his hips and pulled his pants from them and allowed me to pull them to his ankles where I removed them and placed the to the side.
His black boxers still between us as he waited for me to make a move he lifted his sweater from his body and over his head to join the pile. I tugged on his boxers to remove them and slide them from his hips.
I stared at his body.
His chest was chiseled as if from rock and his skin was cream without any imperfection. My eyes moved down to his crotch where amidst the light brown curls of his hair lay his penis hard and ready.
He allowed me to stare for a moment before saying "put your mouth on it Bella".
I looked up at those eyes and they peered right back at me they were darker this time and I tried to stammer out "I.. I..Havent..Before" this smirk came over his face, a cocky grin and he grabbed the base of his dick so that it stood straight up and the tip glistened from the candle light. "Lick it like you would a treat" he said with a sight sound of laughter detected.
I moved my face closer and stuck out my tongue as he held it presented to me. I started from the base and allowed my tongue to slide all the way to the tip. There was no taste and I continued to lick it from base to tip three more times. He let go and took my hand and had me grip it as he had "now put your mouth on it" I began to lick again but this time as I reached the tip I allowed my mouth to cover it.
I allowed my tongue to roll around the base and taste the liquid that dripped from the tip. I paid special attention to how soft the skin of his cock felt on my tongue as I swirled around it. I felt him grab my hair with his fist as he led my face further down into his crotch, now my mouth was holding more then just the tip.
He bobbed my head up and down the shaft and I tried to become accustomed to his size and the rhythm he was moving my head. I slid my tongue up and down the underside of his dick and let my tongue swirl around the head as I reached it. "Now suck" he said as I bobbed on it, my cheeks becoming hollow from it.
He gripped my hair tight in his fist and worked my head on his member. He would let out these low growls that made me embarrassingly wet. He would let these amazing sounds escape him as he laid his head back on the chair and allowed his eyes to close. His pace began to quicken and I felt him brush the hair from my face so that he could watch. I would gag every now and again as he would slam my head down so hard into him that he would hit the back of my throat but it didn't stop his continuous rhythm.
With my hair still in his hand he pulled my head back from his cock and stood up from his seat. His penis was right in front of my face as he stood, once more he jammed it back into my mouth and rocked his hips as to thrust it further into my mouth, my eyes watered but I tried my hardest as to keep up with him. Once again he pulled me from him and pulled me to a standing upright position by my hair.
I stood in front of him, while he towered over me, as he looked at me. He let go of my head. "I picked these out just for you Bella, I knew it would look good on your body but it doesn't give you justice". He stared at my breast as he ran his finger over the tops of them and then dipped from my breast and slid up and down my sides. Shivers went through me and goose bumps rose all over my skin. He turned me around to look at my ass in the sheer panties and how they gripped against my cheeks. I could here him say "I picked you special" he wasn't really speaking to me but more reminding this fact to himself in his head.
He gripped one my cheeks hard with one hand. He squeezed so tight it made me whimper. He growled at that and grabbed the other one just as hard. My whimpers seemed to fuel his fire for he unexpectedly spanked my ass so hard I cried out and pain.
As I was turned around he undid the clasp of my bra and allowed it to fall to the ground. He cupped my breast in his hand and pinched my nipples between his fingers making my eyes water. His cock still stood hard and straight as he led me to the bed. I stood in my heels as he had me bend over with my forearms resting on the bed.
I stood there like that and when I went to turn my head to see what he was doing he slapped one of my cheeks and said "face front".
I stood like that for a moment and then he began to slap my ass cheeks one and then the other, with each blow a grunt came from my throat which only made him slap harder. I could hear incoherent words escape his mouth. I starred straight doing my best not to cry as I could feel my ass becoming raw with each strike. He stopped and slid my panties from my hips to allow them to fall, I stepped out of them and stood there with only my heels, stockings and garter belt still facing forward with my elbows on the bed.
I could feel his dick inadvertently brush against my ass as he moved around me. I felt his hands come between my thighs and felt as his fingers explored me. I moaned at never being touch there before.
He slid between my folds easily, due to how wet I had become.
"Looks like you are enjoying this little slut aren't you?" he chuckled. I stayed silent "tell me that you like my cock and that your just a little slut" I stayed silent until I felt him remove his fingers and give a blow to my ass with his palms, I let out a scream and said "yes I like your cock" he slapped my ass again "don't forget to tell me how much of a slut you are" I received another slap and I choked out "yes, I'm a slut" his hands returned to between my thighs and my clit ached to be touched.
His fingers would brush against it and a full shiver would wrack my body. "Stand up straight" he said as he took a step back from the bed. I stood up from my position "turn around", and I followed his instructions.
"Now get on the bed", I slid on the bed with my legs still dangling off. He took a step closer and stood between my legs. I was lying on my back looking up at him.
His eyes were fixed on mine as he grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip of it between my folds. My eyes clenched shut in pleasure and when I opened them he was still fixed on mine while he rubbed my clit with the tip of his cock. It was so soft it felt like velvet and shook my body from the core. I could feel my whole body go tense and a feeling came over me that I hadn't had before.
I needed and wanted him to go faster. I whimpered and he stopped. I needed it but this wasn't about my pleasure this was about his.
He placed the tip at my opening and I went to close my legs "I've never done this, I don't think.." but he cut me off "shut up, my pet" he entered me about two inches deep and I screamed out in pain. I could feel my body stretching to accommodate him. Suddenly I felt fear, how could he possible go further but before I could really dwell on the thought he pushed forward forcing me to let out a scream of pain.
He stilled for one moment and I looked through clenched eyes at the smirk that was on his face. Before long he was thrusting back and fourth his whole body moving with it. Slow thrusts were not for him; he gripped me by the hips and slammed into me. My body was still recovering from the invasion and tears stung my eyes but he continued to thrust with an increasing speed.
Soon the pain was beginning to shift my whimpers were starting to sound like moans. I wanted him to go deeper, I wanted all of him. His moans and grunts fueled my lust and need. He pulled out and forced me to kneel once more on the bed. Again I felt him position himself and he plunged in. I could feel him filling me.
His fingers gripped my hips with intensity and his hips slammed into my ass. He was cursing under his breath, "fuck" "shit", and they were only getting louder with each thrust. His speed and need became increased and so did mine. I wanted so badly to experience that feeling he had deprived me off a few minutes ago and I could feel my body reacting to him again.
He pulled out though and flipped me to face him and said with intensity "get on your knees" he pushed me down onto the floor before my body could move there and he shoved my head back and demanded "open your fucking mouth".
My mouth opened a little and I starred up at him and he grabbed his own cock and was thrusting his hand up and down, milking it fast and hard. He was cursing again, "fuck", "fuck", with each swipe of his hand.
They became more intense and louder until he growled "I'm going to cum". He held the tip of his cock at the entrance of my mouth and allowed himself to cum in my mouth, filling it with his liquid. He gave a few more tugs to make sure he had milked it completely and I sat there my mouth full of him until he ordered "now swallow".
I closed my lips and swallowed my body didn't want to allow it but I swallowed it all the way down.
He moved on top of the bed and lay on his back. I watched his chest rise and fall and listened as his breaths became regular again. I got back onto the bed and lay a foot away from him.
"You've been a good girl" he said as he looked at me with those eyes.
I couldn't look away even after he had finally succumbed to sleep.
Was this going to be it? Was I going to willingly give up any life I had for myself to live a life of demands?
I couldn't stop looking at him though and I didn't want to, I only stopped when I finally fell asleep myself.
