Pet's point of view
Trembling slightly, I followed her out of the room that had been my place for a while now. My skin softly stung after the smacks received: a clear warning to behave or punishment would follow. As she had begun to circle me and the tone of her voice had grown irritated, I had been sure harsh pain would follow. It surprised me she had been so gentle, and I followed her in gratitude, my tears disappearing as they had fallen out of fear of much, much worse.
It was bright in the next room; the light hurt my eyes as I crawled over the unfamiliar floor. Smelling his scent, my eyes searched for him but didn't find him. I hadn't realized where I followed her until hands and knees felt the cool tiles underneath. It was warm and damp, the air filled with sweet scents. Her voice startled me, the command so clear that my eyes darted towards the bath. No. no. she couldn't have said what I think she did. Tears filled my eyes as fear and despair curled around my heart and soul. Bathe?
His scent. Her scent. Their scent will be washed away. Their marks upon me cleaned, as if they never excised. Their scents proteced me, if others smelled to whom I belonged, they wouldn't touch. I am nothing without the dried blood that they spilled. Without Masters essence between my thighs. Couldn't she see her marks already were beginning to fade? That bruises were turning yellow, and it will be as if they were never there? She wants to take away everything which ever showed I belonged to them. No!
Anger pushed to the surface, mixing with the despair. No! I have to get away! Snarls ripped through the air and I didn't even realize they came from me, as my body turned to flee. Out. I needed to get out! Struggling, my arm stuck before I was able to leave the room, eyes seeing the hand there. Let go. Have to leave. Have to go. Go home. Home.
The deep growl which answered only served to fuel my desperation. As body suddenly flew through the air, ending with a sharp pain in my ribs as I hit something, my only thoughts: Out. I have to get out. Slightly disorientated I pushed up, but was forced down again. Wrists tied, causing me to not be able to run. Every fiber of me rebels, causing me to kick, claw, snarl, growl. My struggles futile, and out of sheer frustration my teeth snap close to the arm that holds me, trying to bite. The stinging pain of the smack on my face startled me. My soul registered the clear threat within the tone of his voice and the way my neck is angled and my body falls limp. Prey in a predators grasp, holding still to avoid death.
My body moved for me and an unfamiliar sound reached my ears. His scent richer than I remember, deeper. Then pain followed. Unrelenting, hard and fierce pain. It flared up in my thighs, my ass, my back. it caused breath to be taken away, toes to lose contact with the ground. Body to hurt. The pain grew slowly, each new rise of pain given too soon, too soon for the last one to lower in intensity and be replaced. No. one on top of the other, on top of the other. Building as a burning fire.
Body struggled to move, but there was no way to escape the unforgiving blows. Anger and despair are slowly replaced by pain. The question heard, but not able to answer. I won't answer. My body turned and the pain began again, eyes spotting the leather belt that caused it. Soon, my whole world existed of pain. It filled my body, it filled my mind. I have no choice. No choice was given. Not my choice to make. It never was. As that comprehension dawned on me instinctively, body and mind give in. the question is heard again, and I knew the answer. it embedded itself in my heart, mind and soul. Master. He is my Master.
I lie before him, utterly exposed and vulnerable. It didn't matter. My body, mind and soul now his. The pain that flowed through me slowly subsiding and a new touch felt. He was crouching beside me, fingers brushing though long locks. I pushed myself closer, eager to feel the softness, the caress. I whispered the words again "my Master".
He stayed with me in the same position until my breathing became more regular, the pain bearable. My eyes search His face, but I didn't dare to look him straight in the eye anymore. I pushed even closer, turning my head to softly, barely touching, shower His feet with kisses. Eyes fluttering closed as He allowed it, His fingers still brushing through my hair. A desire filled me, now knowing and feeling fully that he was Master, I needed to know he accepted me and forgave my actions. Sweet pleading sounds flowed from my throat, as I continued. Turning my face to be able to kiss the hand that caressed me, tongue slipping out to give delicate licks to his skin. The taste of him made my pleas grow more intense. Shivers ran down my body as I almost felt him smile, and my soul rejoiced as a kiss was planted on my head "all is forgiven Mine".
Cold arms finally scooped me up and I was carried to the bathroom, my body curling perfectly to his. His scent deep and rich, making my fingers curl around his shirt, to pull myself closer. I heard a soft chuckle as it rumbled through his chest. I could hear the water running, before my body was untangled from his and I'm lowered in the bath. The warmth surrounded me as she bathed me softly, with the gentleness of a womans touch. A whisper flowed from me as my eyes searched her face "Mistress?" a smile formed upon her lips, and a gentle kiss was given to my wet clean locks. "Yes". The confirmation made me smile again, and I'm certain that although everything I've known is being washed away from me, the old scents and old marks will be replaced with theirs new ones.
Carlisle's point of view
Standing near the window, hands clasped behind my back, my mind wandered before I felt her body press against my own. Her arms so easily wrapped around me, the kiss almost warm against my cheek. My eyes searched hers. Had I gone too far? Had she seen a side of me too unfamiliar to feel at ease with me? Did my Beloved have doubts? I read the answer in her eyes and smiled softly. Sweet voice speaking the words I so needed to hear. "this was necessary. It had to be done to keep her safe. Now, we can built towards a future for her" I agreed wholeheartedly, and I was glad she understood. It indeed had been necessary. But I had pushed this feelings of dominance towards others of my kind, towards pets, aside for so long. It was strange. It felt right. To own this girl. To smell her submission. To see her obey every order Esme and I made. And the fact that it felt right, was what unnerved me.
It seemed we had stood there all night as the rays of the sun began to warm the house, and the sweet stirring of our pet was heard. I chuckled at the sound of a stifled yawn, and realized the next sound was one of a rumbling stomach. Knowing pets ate human food as well, I asked Esme to make something light. It had been a while since she had eaten anything. I waited for her to move to the kitchen, smelling the scent of toast being made.
The door of her room now open, I simply moved closer into view. Immediately her body moved, crawling closer, hesitating just before me, before a touch was made. I understood the need to touch, to feel, to cling. The full scent of her submission still surrounded her, as kneeling body was pressed close to my leg and my fingers found dark curls to brush through them. "goodmorning Mine" a soft purr heard before an answer was given "goodmorning Master". Smiling gently I moved my leg, and instantly she let go, face up to see or hear what I wanted from her. Twice my hand tapped my thigh before I turned, the unspoken command to follow. I smiled as she understood and crawled behind me, towards the kitchen.
The smells from the kitchen made her stomach growl, but her pace didn't falter. As I stopped, she knelt beside me, again looking up. My fingers brushed through long locks automatically before I was handed a plate from Esme. Two simple pieces of toast, a small amount of butter covering them. Placing the plate down, the girl softly began to tremble, licking sweet lips as a mewling sound was heard. I waited and spotted what I expected, an almost unseen movement in her body, inching closer to the food.
Quickly I picked up the plate again, holding it in my hands until she knelt back, waiting. When body stilled, except from the expected trembling, I placed the plate back upon the ground. Leaning against the kitchen island, I watched her again and this time she didn't move. "ask Mine". Eyes darted up to my face, before she whispered "may I please eat?"
As I answered "yes" she darted to the food so fast it made Esme laugh, as she leaned against my frame to watch her. "don't eat too fast, it will upset your stomach" she slowed only slightly, eating the toast delightedly. Obviously a treat for her. she'll get used to human food soon enough. As the toast was gone, eyes darted towards Esme and the word that was spoken made us both laugh. "more?" Esme shook her head "soon. But for now, that was enough. We don't want you to get sick"
I pushed away from the kitchen island, my hand finding Esme's to move us towards the couch. The girl following, just a hint of hesitance before crawling behind us. She nestled between us on the ground, pressing her body to our legs, and for a while, we just sat enjoying the closeness of what we now thought of as our girl.