Esme's point of view
"She smells Carlisle" I wrapped my arms around my Beloved and pressed my smaller frame to his. My lips found his easily. He nodded in agreement at my words and chuckled softly. We both knew of what she reeked. Not only blood and sweat and dirt. But also of Aro and Jane. Their scents were still all over her body. And even though the girl might not realize it, we certainly did. I couldn't help smile as he rested his head on top my mine and asked "why don't you do this with her".
I knew I was strong enough to handle the girl if she would act up, but still I was grateful as he offered a soft "I'll stay close". Untangling myself from his arms I gave a soft push, laughing as he playfully let himself fall backwards on the couch. My hand brushed through my long locks as I turned away from him to ready the bathroom, taking deep breaths to steady myself as I needed to be strong for the girl.
When I finally moved to the small room, I stood in the doorway seeing the sweet girl press herself against the wall in fear. I had stood here when Carlisle had told her she belonged to us. A soft shiver had run down my spine as I had heard the dominance in his voice and it had drawn me near. I had watched his hand stroke the girl, and had smelled the arousal in the air. I also had seen her take in his scent. The way she had sniffed his crotch and had moaned at the scent almost had me step forward. I hadn't, because somehow, I had understood what transpired. It had felt..right.
I stepped forward to stand in the middle of the room as my eyes were locked on her. "Come pet" Waiting to see if she would obey, I couldn't see any movement from her, except the increase of the trembling of sweet body. "Come. Here." The softness in my voice had gone and this time I did get a response, watching as the girl uncurled from position in which she had lied, and crawled forward. I crossed my arms, and stared at her for a few moments, before I shook my head.
I began to walk, slowly circling the girl and smelling the scent of fear in the increase. "Your Owner..My Mate…tells you to treat me with the utmost respect, and this is how you do it?" a soft shake of her head was given, dark curls sweeping the floor as she bowed her head. "No? Be careful little one, for that is one dangerous word around me" I still circled the girl and noticed her eyes as they followed my feet when they came into view. "No as in he didn't tell you? Or no this isn't how you'd show your utmost respect?"
I suddenly stopped and crouched down next to her, mimicking Carlisle's action and grabbing a fist full of hair to yank her head up, I whispered in her ear "or maybe..it is because he told you to treat me the same as you would treat him? Is that it little one? You aren't showing me any respect because you wouldn't show him?" I listened to the frantic pace of her heart as I took a deep breath to smell the deep almost tangible scent of fear radiating off her. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized what I was doing, but again, it felt so right. Her breathing coming in short gasps as she struggled to find the right answers, finding none she let out soft whimpers, closing dark eyes.
I roughly let go of her hair and watched in fascination as she trembling began to move. Lowering her head to let it press to the ground, crossing arms in front of it. By doing so, as she had been in a crawling position, hips were pushed up as legs spread wide. I rose and watched her, listening to the words that were whispered "please Mistress, I didn't show the respect you deserve." I heard the nervous swallow as I took in the vulnerable position she had taken. And I froze. White teeth bit lower lip as my eyes went from deep black in irritation to an uncertain look. My eyes darted to the door and a slight relieved sigh escaped me as he stood there, leaning against the frame with his arm crossed. He looked to the girl and then to me.
I could read it in his eyes. I had to do this. I had called her on her actions, and now had to follow through with punishment. Was I really strong enough? I didn't want to be the one to give her the first punishment here, but her actions had given me no choice. As that dawned on me, I gave a soft nod to him, and waited until he moved away. Crouching down by the girl I placed one hand on her marked back, letting her know she was not to move. My other hand stroked the soft skin of her ass before I gave a sharp smack on it, leaving a heavy red handprint. The sharp cry that rolled through the room made me shiver. I repeated the smack, once, twice, on the left ass cheek, before giving two hard slaps to the right cheek. Soft cries came from the body I held down, but instinctively I knew this wasn't anything like she had experienced before, nothing to what Jane or Aro would have done to her.
To make sure she learned this lesson my hand moved to the soft core of this girl, ignoring the warmth that radiated off her ass. And as I smacked the sweet folds, once, twice and three times, the girl cried out hoarsely but amazingly, stayed in place. I removed my hand from her back, and rose. She did nothing to lessen the pain in her ass or folds, and I let her feel the pain by not giving a command to change position. Her sobs were heavy, but stilled quickly. A soft smile circled my lips and I repeated the order I had given before.
"Come pet". This time, there was an immediate response. She groaned softly as she rose to a crawling position and came forth, nestling by my legs in a kneeling position as I had seen her do with Jane. Turning sharply I walked out of the small room "follow". I listened carefully but heard her follow, only a bit hesitant as she excited the room. It was the first time she was allowed to leave it, and eyes had to adjust slightly to the brighter light.
We entered the bathroom and I closed the door to a crack behind us. The girl seemed nervous but stilled as she waited for directions. "Let's get you clean shall we?"My voice was lighter now, and I pointed to the bath I had run for her. "Come pet, get into the bath". The girl looked up in surprise, eyes darting to the warm water. White teeth nibbled on lower lip as eyes began to moisten. The scent of fear that had radiated from her, increased tenfold, and the second it hit me, I watched the girl rise and try to make a run for it. Growling low in my throat and taking one step forward, fingers grabbing her left upper arm to stop her from fleeing the bathroom. The girl turned in my grasp, struggling to find some way to escape the iron hold she was in. As she noticed she couldn't a snarl erupted from her throat and she hit over all the items I had set ready in a loud crash.
A deep growl was heard in answer to her snarl. "Mine. That will be quite enough". Carlisle had opened the door and watched the scene before him. His eyes were dark, and even thought his voice had been at a normal volume, I knew he was livid. The girl just snarled and struggled in response, trying to get loose and flee. With one step he was closer, and my hand let go as he grabbed the girl by the neck before sending her flying into the room, sliding over the wooden floor and crashing against the table. I crossed my arms and walked forward, following Carlisle out of the bathroom to watch him. I needed to watch him. I needed…her submission.
The girl shook her head slightly, and growled again, before eyes darted to the door. She rose to run towards an escape, but hard hands pushed her down to the ground as he had seen her action and a deep growl rumbled from his chest. Falling hard on her knees, she growled and snarled, eyes a deep brown red as they looked to his face.
Carlisle's point of view
I held my hand on the soft flesh of her neck, and watched as the girl looked up in defiance to me. Deep brown red eyes boring into my own topaz colored ones, the growls and snarls easily heard as body tried to struggle free. Words too were mingled with them "stop" "let go" and the worst "not yours!". Although I had hoped this would have gone a great deal better, my patience had gone as I had watched the struggles and the attempt to flee. "MINE!" I growled out low and pushed my hand down, forcing her face first onto the wood of the floor. Hands tried to claw at me, legs wanted to kick. I kept her down, and gave a nod to Esme, who seemed to watch in fascination. "Rope?"
My attention turned back to the struggles beneath my hand, which I had no problem controlling physically. But that was not the issue at hand. I knew I had to break her. She was mine. Her body and mind needed to learn. Needed to learn to let go of Aro and Jane. As Esme returned with the rope I had asked for, I let go for one second to let my hands grab hers. Tying her wrists easily, even though snarls ripped through the air and feet kicked. Suddenly, teeth snapped close to my arm and instinctively my hand shot out to smack across her face. Grabbing long curls and tilting head back as far as it would go without snapping her neck, my face inches from hers, I made myself very clear "do that again…and this is over. Make no mistake. I will kill you"
Even I heard the deadly tone in my voice, and it served to have Esme wrap slender arms around herself. The smack had left a red handprint on the girls' cheek, and had startled her visibly. Still, this was far from over. Wrists securely tied, I rose and moved towards one of the doors, a small hook in the wall there enough to restrain the girl. I dragged the kicking girl there, and yanked her boy easily up to tie the rope which secured the girls wrist to the hook. Standing back a bit, I watching her body squirm as it stood on tiptoes, back towards me.
The sound of my belt buckle being undone and leather belt glide through the hoops of my pants made the girl struggles more fierce, the words and growls still floating through the air "no! no! not yours! Let go!" My anger burned inside me, and as I slowly took the belt in hand, to take a moment. To make sure I would punish, but not destroy.
My arm rose, to let the belt have full range and fall harsh upon the girls' skin. The first two smacks easily given to the girls' ass, leaving deep red stripes. They served to let her feel the impact, but the struggling did not cease. I continued, low rumbling growls heard as I drew my arm back again and again, deep red welts appearing on the girls' shoulders, lower back and ass. It must have taken almost a dozen before the words that had come from her disappeared and only soft snarls were heard. Small frame began to tremble instead of struggling. Still I did not relent, and as the leather fell upon the back of the already marked thighs, she began to lose her footing, hanging from her wrists. I stopped and moved closer, my larger body almost touching hers as she hung before me helplessly, feet trying to find the ground. Tears were streaking cheeks, and I brushed a small lock of brown curls out of the way. "Who am I?" whispering in her ear, I felt the heat of the stripes glow against my frame. Still, a soft shake of her head confirmed what I read in her body language. Not ready yet.
Eyes grew wide as I forced her to turn, now dangling in front of me, soft tissue of abdomen and breasts exposed for the leather of the belt. I stood back, and watched as the struggling of her body continued as my belt hit its mark over and over again. Horizontal stripes appeared on her abdomen, and after the fifth given I aimed lower, letting the leather fall upon her thighs. Sobs now wrecked through her body, as she hung against the wall. Compassion tugged on my heart, as I looked towards this innocent girl who had been turned into what she was, as her helplessness. Head bowed and face disguised by the long dirty curls, tears leaking down, dripping upon the wooden floor. Body covered in angry red welts. Struggling to cope with what was happening, the pain I was giving her, but also the pain of the realization that she really needed to let go of her former owners. Her creators. And she was losing this struggle. After each time my belt hit her skin, she couldn't stand anymore. But in between hits, she tried to find the floor and rise; she needed to, to be able to breathe.
The last few times my belt hit her skin, now marking the softness of her breasts, finally made her cry out hoarsely. She couldn't struggle any longer, and the cries mingled with whimpers each time I drew my hand back for a new blow. I finally relented, moved closer and inhaled a specific scent, a scent I would now recognize with her. The scent of her submission. I whispered my question again in her ear, but this time, I knew the right answer would be given. "Who am I?"
"Master" she sobbed out and I could feel her small frame sagging against mine as she didn't have the strength anymore to stand. My arm wrapped around her, to slightly lift her from the hook. She slid to the ground, and I watched small frame lie before my feet. I crouched down, relishing in the scent that filled the air around us, wiping long locks from her face and asked again "who am I" this time the answer came more fluent, more easily "my Master". I gave a nod, and rose, feeling my anger flow from me as she lay before me. Finally, her submission to me complete.