The ride back to Mr Cullen's sprawling estate was quiet, mostly because I spent the entire journey with Mr Cullen's cock in my mouth. He held my head and roughly guided my movements over him until he finally emptied himself down my throat with a hard thrust. He tucked himself back into his pants as I sat back on my heels, wiping at my mouth and keeping my eyes downcast as always.
"I would have preferred to use Masen's sweet mouth for that, but in his absence you had to do… Good girl…"
I was slightly shocked to hear his mention of being with Edward in that way. I knew well enough of Mr Cullen's preferences but I didn't think Edward was that way inclined. The thought was quickly cut off as he pulled me to him, kissing me roughly, forcing his tongue into my mouth in a show of dominance – as if it was needed - before making his way out of the car, dragging me behind him. The driver carried on up the driveway past the house, pulling around the back to the garage no doubt. I followed behind Mr Cullen obediently as he let himself into the large house.
The estate was beautiful. The house had many rooms but I myself had only seen a few of them, restricted as my movements were. The grounds were beautifully maintained, there were two swimming pools, a tennis court and of course the large garage that housed Mr Cullen's vast collection of cars. I knew the grounds well enough. I was usually expected to serve the guests – in one way or another – whenever Mr Cullen had company around for parties held outside or in the large function rooms inside the house. I always played my part to perfection, lest I end up disappointing Mr Cullen….
I waited silently at the foot of the large marble staircase as Mr Cullen disappeared off into one of the rooms on the left side of the entrance hall. My mind briefly wandered to Edward, wondering what had happened to cause his injuries. It was clear Mr Cullen, or perhaps Emmett, had caused them but why? What had Edward done to anger him so much? I didn't mind Edward, he was quiet and polite. I hadn't interacted much with him but I just couldn't imagine him doing something to warrant such a punishment. But then, when had my crimes ever matched the punishments Mr Cullen dealt me?
I straightened up my posture as I heard footsteps approaching me. Mr Cullen didn't say a word as he pulled my coat and lingerie off, leaving it in a pile on the foot of the stairs before turning and heading up them. He liked me to be naked and available to him at all times in his home. I followed silently behind as he made his way into his bedroom. Technically, it was also mine as this is where I slept most nights. Not in his bed of course, that wasn't allowed. I had a pillow and a blanket in the far corner of the room. He liked to keep me close by in case he required me during the night. Spending the night in his room was by far preferable to the other options.
He quickly made his way across the large room, crossing the sitting area that house two large leather couches surrounding the huge flatscreen television. The elaborate bed dominated the room, it was set on the far end of the room, on a raised area up a couple of small steps. To the right held the French doors out on to the large balcony. The view from there was stunning but the doors were closed now. To the other side were the double doors leading into the beautiful ensuite bathroom. Sometimes Mr Cullen liked me to bath him in the enormous sunken bath. During those times he would be different, almost gentle. They were rare however.
Tonight, he seemed to just want to get to bed. He made his way to the foot of the four-poster bed and turned back towards me, holding his arms out to his side, a gesture I knew to mean I was now to undress him. Without either of us uttering a word I jumped to the task, making quick work of his button down shirt and pants. I prayed that when he was naked he would just order me to my corner of the room and go to sleep himself. He'd just had an orgasm not ten minutes ago…
"On the bed Isabella". His words were low but commanding. My heart sank knowing that I would not be getting off so easy tonight. I climbed into the centre of the bed and kneeled there, awaiting my next command. I didn't turn, or move in the slightest as I heard him rummaging around in the large dresser behind me. That dresser kept all of his.. toys. I didn't even allow myself to guess what he might be getting out of there.
I closed my eyes as I heard his footsteps approaching the bed again. It dipped under his weight as he climbed on behind me. He was on his knees as he pressed his body against me, his chest to my back. His arms wrapped around my body, effectively clamping my own arms to my sides as he let his hands run over my stomach, slowly down to spread my legs apart and then he reached up to grab roughly at my breasts as he started grinding his hard cock into my ass. One hand left my breasts to grab at my ass cheek, pulling them apart to allow his cock better access as he continued rubbing himself at my most private area. My breath caught in my throat. Please no. Please no. Not that.. Not tonight… I silently begged, or perhaps prayed, over and over. Mr Cullen had introduced me to all aspects of the sex that he enjoyed. And he enjoyed nothing more than anal sex. I, however, dreaded every time he would take me there. He was rough and never prepared me and each time he took me that way would mean several days of pain and discomfort for me even after the initial agony of the humiliating experience itself.
Please god, don't let him do that to me again. Anything but that…
He continued grinding into me but his hands were now busy firmly tying a knot around my wrist with the thin rope he'd obviously collected from the dresser. He abruptly stood, his body suddenly leaving mine caused me to fall back slightly off balanced. This earned me a grunt and a sharp knee to the middle of my back. I bit my lip to keep in the gasp of pain I wanted to let out. He secured the other end of the rope to the wooden support at the top of the bed which joined the two corner posts that side. He pulled it tight causing me to stretch up uncomfortably on my knees, every muscle tensed and I could already feel the burn of the rope and the tingle in my hands from the circulation cutting off slightly. I knew better than to stand however, if he'd wanted that he would have commanded it. I bore the pain in silence as he made quick work of securing my other hand to the opposite support until my upper body was pulled taut and I had no chance of moving at all.
He settled back on his knees behind me and without any warning I felt three fingers thrust roughly into my pussy. He pushed and pulled a few times, before his hands left my body and I then I felt the coolness of rubber at my entrance. A vibrator of some description, he had many to choose from. I couldn't help letting out a moan of discomfort as he force it into my pussy, I was not anywhere near ready and it was very large.
"Good girl… Let me hear how you love me fucking you, you dirty little slut" he breathed into my ear. Delusional.
He must have pressed a button on the remote as I felt the vibrator come to life inside me and recognised the feeling of waves of pulsating movement rippling through me. It was not unpleasant on its own, this was one of my fabourite vibrators in Mr Cullen's collection, but this was not about my pleasure, only his.
"Does that feel good Isabella? I want to feel that thing fucking you as I take your ass".
At those words I heard him snap open the bottle of lube before roughly pulling my ass cheeks apart and dribbling a small amount on my puckered hole. I braced myself as I felt the weight of his cock at my entrance but couldn't stop that cry of pain as he penetrated me, forcing himself inside despite my muscles clamping down, trying to keep him out.
"Good girl, take my cock" he moaned as he thrust hard, finally filling me to the hilt. I panted as the tears flowed in earnest. The pain of the intrusion equal to the humiliation I felt everytime. I couldn't fight, I couldn't move. I had to just take this as bravely as I could. I clamped my eyes tightly closed as he immediately set a pounding rhythm, his hands gripping tightly at my waist, pulling my hips back into his. The sound of his moans, my cries and our flesh slapping together filled the room.
"You always feel so good Isabella… So fucking tight… Cry for me baby, you know I love your tears".
He punctuated his final word with a violent thrust forward, causing me to scream out at the pain. I felt like I was being ripped apart as he continued pounding.
"Fuck… I can feel that fucking thing in your pussy… so fucking good… you just need to be sucking a cock and this would be perfect" I blanched at his words, knowing full well that if that was his desire I'd have a cock in my mouth, as well as my ass and pussy, before I knew what was happening. Thankfully, he seemed too close to his release to truly go through with it.
"Yes, Isabella, take my fucking cock you little slut… Here I come…. Isaballa…. Take it all…" his words came out as moans, his breaths frantic as he pounding harder. His hands reached up to grip painfully at my breasts, twisting my nipples cruelly as he roared out behind me before biting savagely into the crook of my neck. With one final hard thrust into my ass he stilled. I could feel him pulsing as he moaned into my neck, slumping into my body. The ropes bit painfully into my wrists as my body was forced forward under his weight.
After what felt like forever he pulled out of me and removed the vibrator. He stumbled to the bathroom without a word to me and I remained tied to the bed. I could feel his cum dripping out of me and onto the sheets below. I heard the shower turn on and safe in the knowledge that he'd be in there a few minutes I shifted my position very slightly, kneeling forward on my knees a bit more to take some of the pressure off my wrists. My hands were now numb. I daren't look at them.
After several minutes he returned to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. To most women it would be a beautiful sight. He was undeniably attractive, soft blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and a very fit body. I didn't know how old he was, he looked early thirties but I'd guess he was older what with the power and wealth he had achieved.
Without a word he climbed onto the bed, standing up to release the ropes from the bed. He had a struggle to untie my wrists as the knot had been forced to become uncomfortably tight with the pressure put on it. He managed to undo the right one, but had to resort to a knife from his bedside table to loosen the knot on my left hand. He pulled me up of the bed, propping me up on shaky legs. He looked down at sheets I just climbed off of and frowned.
"Clean this fucking mess up. Change the sheets, shower and I want you in bed by the time I return from the kitchen".
He slapped my ass hard, causing me to whimper out in pain, as he walked around me heading out of the bedroom. I had about 5 minutes to complete my tasks so moved as fast as I could in my agonisingly painful condition. I stripped the duvet and quickly replaced it with a clean one and ran to the shower, jumping in before the water fully heated and giving myself a very quick wash. What I really wanted was to climb into a hot bath and let it soak away the pain in my muscles, not to mention soothe my poor ass. But this would have to suffice. I didn't wash my hair.
I could hear his footsteps approaching from the hallway so quickly gave myself a cursory pat down with a towel before throwing it in the laundry hamper and scurrying across the room and into my "bed". I pulled the thin sheet up under my chin and pulled my knees up , curling myself into a fetal position. Mr Cullen didn't spare me a glance, knowing I would do as he told me. He strode across the room, pulled the curtains across the French doorss then climbed into his bed. Within ten minutes I could hear his breathing even out to soft snoring. Unfortunately my discomfort did not allow me to fall asleep quite so quickly as I lay awake for a long while, crying silent tears as I wondered what I'd ever done to deserve my current situation and thinking that sometimes death really is the better option. If only it were that simple…