Chapter 13
*Warning: Black lemon in this chapter. Not real bad, but dark. You've been warned. Ropes and blood play in this one. But Bella is not injured in the making of this scene…lol. Vampire sex… alright, enough warnings! LOL It's a vampire story, of course, there's blood in it. **
And If you guys are reading my story, you know you're all tough and strong! So don't be scared, Red Line was much, much worse!*
The pulleys squeaked as Edward smiled at me, his hands pulling easily on a rope.
I had my wrists in front of me, wearing wristbands and several coils of rope around them, binding them together securely.
I didn't struggle. Edward had my consent to tie my hands together. He promised not to hurt me, he said it was for my own protection. He wanted to play a game and didn't want me to get hurt if I struggled too much. He said the word again…trust. And I agreed.
I let my eyes wander over his nude body and it surprised me that after hours of seeing him naked, that it still did things to me. He is a sculpture, created by God and venom…and dark magic.
My wrists were going up as Edward gently pulled down on the rope again. He kept his gaze on me, a smile on his lips. He was glad I had agreed to this. He was happy that I trusted him. He had tied me up a little before, but that was not with my permission. This was.
I was still undressed too, and a bit wet, shivering from the cold shower I had received before Edward brought me here. It was a shed of sorts, and he had carried me here over his shoulder again. We had to leave the house out of the back door, walking a distance away to this little concrete room. It looked just like a large cement box from the outside. There were no windows…only one door, a padlock sealing it closed.
"This is a room Jasper thought up.", he said as he unlocked the door, bringing me inside.
It was dark in here as the door closed behind us and I started fighting right away.
"IT'S DARK!", I screamed, kicking, "EDWARD!"
"Alright, alright, I know…hush…", he said and flicked a light switch on, a single bulb dangling from the ceiling on a wire. It gave very little light but it was enough, like a night light.
"Sorry.", he stroked the backs of my legs, "Vampires don't usually think about lights."
I relaxed a little as Edward stood me on my feet and kissed me, softly at first then quickly increasing the heat and need of his lips, opening them and tasting my tongue with his.
I never got to hear the reason Jasper made this room. I saw nothing special about it. Strange. Usually everything that the Cullens touched was elegant and flawless, like them. Not this place. Esme must have dropped the ball here.
Maybe if I could see more clearly in the dimness…but Edward didn't give me a chance to explore much.
The inside was all cement, no furniture. There was a little drain on the floor in the middle of the tiny room and that made me shiver. Up above, near the light bulb I saw hooks and a weird looking red thing with a chain hanging out of it, swinging lazily over me.
And he had talked me into playing a game with him. I wasn't sure what the game was, but I knew he wouldn't do any real damage to me. He kept asking me if I had any trust in him…and I kept saying yes, letting him do what he wanted with me. I started to realize…all the 'games' we played today were about trust. Me trusting him. Is that really what he wanted…besides sex?
And now this red pulley chain was laced between the ropes that held my wrists…and they were high over my head.
I swallowed and looked up for a second, then the rope pulled again, a little squeal coming from the unoiled gears inside the red box. The chain looked strong, Edward had said it would support 500 pounds.
I felt my feet arching up. They were flat on the rough hard floor at first but now my body was being stretched upwards…my toes were all that stood on the grainy floor now.
"Ughhh!", I sounded, feeling all my weight resting on my toes now. It hurt.
Edward grinned at me as I looked at him. He tied the rope off on a wooden post beside him.
"You look so fucking hot that way.", he complimented…and I did feel flattered that he thought so. No man ever called me hot before. Pretty…beautiful…but never 'fucking hot'.
He stood there, leaning back on the wall opposite me, a few feet out of reach, folding his arms and letting his dark golden eyes wander of every inch of me, not saying a word while my feet moved a little…I lifted one foot up and gave it a little shake, then did the same with the other foot.
Edward frowned, giving a large sigh. I looked at him, frowning too, and I stopped doing it.
"Posture.", he muttered to himself, "We'll have to work on that."
"What did Jasper make this room for again?", I said in a tiny voice, feeling cold and nervous.
"So talkative today, Bella…", he turned away from me, in the shadows where I couldn't see what he was doing.
"Sorry.", I looked down at my feet, barely able to make them out in the dark below.
My toes were crying out for relief, God, this floor SUCKS ! All jagged and sharp.
He was coming back over to me and took my chin in his hand. We were about eye to eye with me on my toes this way.
"Open.", he demanded without anger. Another gag…damn!
I opened my mouth, waiting. He smiled at me and said, "Tongue out."
WHAT ? I looked at him, my eyes round and large…I started to stutter…"Wh-what?"
"Tongue OUT!", he tightened the grip on my jaw and I screamed, sticking my tongue out, my lips wide open.
"I want you SILENT today.", he was rubbing his finger up and down and underneath my wet tongue, "You don't seem to understand…"
I wasn't sure what he was doing but I tried to be still.
Then I saw him bringing something up to my tongue. I felt wood tightly clamping down over the tip of my tongue, pinching.
He took his hand away as I started screaming, jerking my head violently. THIS FUCKING HURTS !
Edward laughed at first but then got angry very quickly as I kept howling and trying to get it off.
He held my head still, jerking my head towards him as I cried.
"It BETTER NOT…fall off!", he growled as I felt tears in my eyes.
"AAAA!", I cried, sounding like a damn baby.
"It will pass.", he looked right into my eyes, sternly, "Give it a minute."
I held still, the tight clamp felt like it was cutting into my tongue. It was throbbing…and he let me cry, saying, "Shhhh….shhhh" as he stroked my body, up and down my sides…along my ribs.
I began to quiet…my tongue began to go numb in the next couple of minutes. And then…I noticed a strange prickly burning feeling on and under my tongue. It hurt but not terribly so…I let out an open mouth moan of discomfort.
"Serves you well for talking.", he decided, walking back to his dark corner.
I could see his ivory back, a couple of small black birthmarks placed far apart there.
I was panting…trying not to do it very loudly. I carefully moved my tongue up a little, and I looked at it, almost cross eyed. It was a clothespin! I slowly moved my tongue back down, afraid it would fall off and piss Edward off.
I don't want a whole mouthful of these! I quivered, imagining that.
He was coming back over to me and I felt myself tense…
"Got some decorations for you, my love.", he smiled affectionately, and he licked his fingers, pinching my right nipple a bit harder than he had earlier today.
It stung and I cried out briefly, trying to be quiet. He twisted it a bit as I clenched my eyes, breathing harder.
"MMmmmm…", he smiled at my reaction, not showing teeth, liking my sounds.
"I'll never get tired of that.", he said in a low voice, kissing my mouth as much as he could with the clothespin in the way. He gave a little chuckle, putting his tongue on the clothespin, as if trying to make it come off my tongue. Our tongues had a little battle as Edward laughed, going after the pin as I tried to keep it away from him.
I made noises and winced, trying to keep it in place as his tongue, like a snake's, flicked the handles of the pin, making it pinch a bit more for a half second.
A garbled "NOOOOO" came out of my mouth before I could help it and then Edward hissed, his teeth showing, gleaming in the light, and then he bit on the handles of the clothespin, opening it but leaving it in place over my tongue.
As the blood came rushing back into my tongue, a worse pain I never imagined flooded in with it…and whatever he had rubbed on my tongue…was getting hotter and hotter…like I had Tabasco sauce on it.
"I said NO FUCKING TALKING!", he sneered, the open pin still in his teeth…as I shouted out, tears falling out of my eyes. Then he let go of the pin and it clamped over my tongue again, in the same area.
"One more word and you'll get FIVE more pins.", he threatened.
I sobbed wordlessly as he returned his attention to my nipple, his fingers still pressing and turning the delicate skin, working it like clay.
He ignored my bawling and jingled a little black bell in front of my eyes. The bell had a cute little sound, like when fairies sprinkle their dust over things. It reminded me of Alice.
"Cute, aren't they?", he grinned and I saw the bells had a weird black bobby pin kinda thing attached to them.
I nodded, wanting to be back in his good graces, trying to quiet down as the clothespin began to go numb again, slowly. The fiery sensation began to lessen a bit, the more I drooled. I could feel my saliva slowly seeping out down my tongue…crawling down my chin….down my neck.
His lips pouted a bit as his eyes looked at me in a strange way. I didn't recognize the look he gave me, but it was gone in seconds, going down to my right nipple.
"A slight pinch…", he informed, sliding the bobby pin part onto my nipple, at the base of it, moving it all the way to the side to its end, locking it in place.
SLIGHT PINCH MY ASS !
I let out screams I didn't even feel were my own voice. I bucked up and down, yanking on my wrists, my right foot kicking a little. I was trying anything to get my mind off my flattened, scorching nipple.
"Let it go.", he instructed as I heard the bell clink happily while I suffered.
Edward massaged the breast wearing the "cute little bell", as if trying to help me.
I so wanted to scream NO again but I held it back, taking every bit of my restraint not to beg.
I was crying but then he bent forward and kissed the bell, licking my pinched nipple as I screamed.
"You're such a baby.", he complained, standing straight up and his fingers began to play with my left nipple now.
I was pleading and shaking my head no as he began working my one free nipple. I felt my chest, damp with my drooled saliva, wondering it this repulsed him at all. He didn't seem to notice or mention it.
"It will pass.", he said again, "Let go of the pain. Come on…concentrate harder…"
He was speaking softly to me and I tried to do what he said…and my nipple began to go numb like my tongue.
I quieted…and then I heard the other little bell as Edward slipped the long thin metal piece into place there…my left nipple trapped as well…and I was crying again.
I tried to keep on my toes but I felt myself leaning back a little in my agony.
"Hey.", he frowned, smacking my ass promptly, "Posture, Bella! Stand up straight!"
I obeyed, growling from all the pain I was feeling at the same time.
"Stop the growling.",he said calmly, looking at my face, "Be nice."
I let out a jagged sob and made myself be quiet. Only my breathing cut into the silence.
And then I heard a third bell in his hand…and he licked his fingers wetly, bringing them to my clit, moving up and down.
I was about to beg for his mercy…this was a shock. I didn't even consider he could put one down there but now that I thought of it, I couldn't imagine it. I didn't want to.
I cried out, not making words but my fear was obvious.
"BELLA!", he glared into my eyes, "Bella, stop it."
"It only hurts for a moment.", he told me, like HE knew!
I wouldn't hold still or be quiet, though…and he frowned and shook his head at me, looking down between my legs.
"Such a child.", he expressed his dissatisfaction, sliding the bobby pin down, my clit trapped inside.
Edward smiled and moved his fingers playfully there, making the bell ring as I panted and sobbed.
"Sounds like Christmas.", he observed, looking at my body with a lightness I didn't share.
He moved his finger over the bells on my nipples, making them sing.
"Pretty.", he touched my body as the pins began to numb down a little.
"Make them ring.", he suggested, watching me, "Come on…play."
I jumped a bit, on my tired sore toes, wincing as they rang a little…I swung my body back and forth, in a half circle, to make them ring louder.
Edward laughed and clapped as my eyes closed and I halted, back to my first position.
"Good girl.", he stroked the sides of my face, kissing my nose.
I wonder if it's true…that every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings. Do these bells count?
I wasn't crying anymore…or shouting. It didn't hurt much now, just pinched.
"Now…the object of the game…", he dotted my nose with the tip of his finger and backed away, "Every time I hear the bells, I get a point. And you don't want to give me a lot of points."
I whimpered. I was scared.
That was all he said. And he was opening a little box over in the corner, where I couldn't see.
I didn't hear anything about me being able to earn any points.
I kept panting like a dog, my tongue a limp muscle hanging out of my big mouth while I waited.
He was putting something on his hand…I couldn't see as the bulb over my head blinded me to anything that wasn't right in front of me.
I gave a little whimper.
"I'm coming, sweet heart.", he assured, turning back to me…slowly coming closer, his hands behind his back.
He strolled around my body, just looking like I was a hanging piece of meat. I half closed my eyes, feeling the hot wetness between my legs as he appraised me.
"I love you so much.", he said, sounding so sincere, "That you would do this…for me…for my pleasure…it means so much to me."
He gave my back a firm, circular massage as I tried to hold still, not wanting the bells to make a peep.
His words were healing me, making me forget the pain and discomfort. I felt like a strong human, doing the hard things without complaint to please my immortal lover.
When I could see him again, he had his pointer finger in his mouth…no…in his teeth. It looked like he was chewing on his finger. And there was a gleam of silver white light when he took it out.
Showing it to me, he put it right to my nose. His finger had a silver thing on it, like a big thimble, only it had a sharp point, like a claw.
"Don't be afraid.", he said first, easing me as I stared at it.
"It's very dull, not that sharp at all.", he informed, "See ?"
And he gently ran it down my nose…it was cool and hard…but not that sharp…it was like a butter knife edge.
"I could make it razor sharp if I wanted to.", he said darkly, looking into my eyes…and they turned so sweet.
"But I don't want to hurt you, Bella.", he whispered, kissing my cheek, "I love you."
I felt better right away.
"But there are things I need…", he breathed his aroma into my face and I felt high, full of happiness and lust.
"Things, as a vampire…", he explained, his other hand moving up and down my ass cheeks, "I will have to have…once in awhile. Would you like to give me what I need?"
Without knowing more, I nodded, staring back at his loving eyes that glowed in the half dark of the room.
His eyes looked pleased but then looked down at my mouth.
"I knew that already, Bella.", he said softly, "I know you're my soul mate. I know you're my life. My future. My eternity."
I felt tears spilling out of me…tears of love.
"I tasted you once…remember?", he asked, his eyes coming back to mine, more lovely than a second ago.
The ballet studio…
I nodded.
He gave a little smile. "You trusted me. And when your blood touched my lips…we were one, not just in the body…but in every way. And because of that, we are forever connected. I will always know if you're sad, afraid, or hurt. I will always be able to find you, no matter where you go. And if I ever lost you, or needed you, I could call you…in here."
He put his hand on my heart and I closed my eyes, loving him more as each second passed.
He let a moment go by in silence and then said, "I want to taste you again."
I said nothing but he quickly explained, not wanting to alarm me.
"I won't bite you.", he put his forehead to mine, holding my face, the claw of his ring below my eye.
"If I gently press,", he showed me the thimble on his finger again, "All it will do is scratch your skin a little bit. Only little tiny dots of blood will leak out. And when I lick those dots, your skin will heal in a few seconds. It won't hurt."
He waited for me to process this.
"Can you do this for me, Bella?", he asked me.
He waited while I thought about it. He made it my choice. He was asking me. I knew I couldn't understand the blood lust he was feeling, and always felt around me. He had given me everything I ever needed. And I loved him. I still do.
I gave a solemn, slow nod.
His face looked surprised…and emotion took over. He almost looked as if he would cry, his bottom lip trembling as he held me in his arms, so strong yet gentle.
"Thank you, Bella.", he wept into my ear, "I love you more than anything. I always will. You give me everything…just by breathing."
He said that to me once before…in the hallway of Forks High. Things were a lot simpler then.
He was nose to nose with me and promised again, "I promise it won't hurt."
I trembled and gave a little nod, saying I trusted him.
The last thing I thought before he started playing his game was…this is so incredibly dangerous.
"Uhhhh…", was the only sound I could utter when he began kissing me everywhere…his hands wiping off the slight wetness on my lower neck.
His hands touched like a lover's…the claw not biting me yet.
He gave a lick to my ear as his hands curled around my waist, holding it tenderly, as if I were precious.
"You are so perfect…", he spoke hotly into my ear, "In every fucking way…"
I felt my head fall back as my eyes glazed over…being seduced so easily.
It felt like hours passed as he took his time kissing, caressing me. Not one inch of me was overlooked. He even kissed my feet !
My body felt like it was warm and buzzing as he knelt down before me.
"The reason for the game is so you hold as still as you possibly can.", Edward's voice floated up from the dimness below.
"I am in full control of myself.", he said without doubt, "But if you move suddenly, it would be bad."
I understood this completely. He could accidentally cut a major artery if I jumped or jerked the wrong way. I had to trust in his medical knowledge, that he would stay away from those spots.
I nodded, panting a bit more, steadying myself…steeling myself to be brave.
"Trust me now.", he breathed, looking up at me, in all seriousness.
I closed my eyes, letting the dark in…standing it to show him my trust.
"Very lightly…", he whispered, and I felt the dull cold metal on my stomach. Slowly…excruciatingly slowly…he moved the thimble claw in a little swirl.
That did not hurt one bit. And then I heard Edward give out a deep, sultry moan, I guess watching my blood peek out in a line of tiny red dots.
"My Bella…", he panted now, kissing the line he'd made, then giving a thick, long…horribly slow lick up the entire design he had made.
I let out a thrilled groan, liking the way that felt…and how inflamed this made my special lover.
"Ohhh my God.", he held my legs securely as his body reacted, tensing and jerking slightly against my calves.
I felt so aroused, wanting him to do it again.
"How are you, Bella?", he asked, checking to make sure I was alright.
"Uhhhh…", I said with a deep, throaty tone, telling him I liked it as much as he did. I nodded and let my head fall back again.
"That sounds sooo sweet.", he smiled against my lower torso.
"More?", he asked.
"Uhh huh!", I agreed, not moving. The bells had not rung yet…I didn't give any points away yet.
"Uhhh, I love you so much…", he whispered with devotion.
I felt the metal slide with a snail's pace on my thigh next. He made a little heart shape and I heard myself laughing at that. He chuckled too and then gave another deep sound when he saw the blood open the door for him a second time.
"God…", he sounded like he was crying again, from the sheer joy of it all, and for me being so strong that I allowed him this.
He kissed his mouth over the heart and opened his lips, and I felt his heavy tongue dragging and roughly massaging my flesh.
I couldn't suppress a loud cry at how good it felt, both physically and mentally.
My head threw itself backwards and my breasts jingled out loud.
I winced.
"Uh ohhhh…", he sounded like a boy, "Bad Bella….one point for me."
He didn't hurt me or yell at me…he just kept playing the game. He took it very easy on me, not ever cutting fast or deeper than the first time. He was fully in control and I saw it, felt it.
Once or twice, I felt the blood slowly move down my body, some areas bled more than others he told me. But I found that very erotic as he lapped up and sucked and tasted me. And every single time, he acted with such emotion, as if each drop was a precious gift he didn't deserve. And then he would devour every drop, so sensually…passionately.
He had made me move only from pleasure, not from struggling or hurting. Each point he earned, he won it with class, laughing, smiling…kissing.
I lost track of time, not caring if we stayed here for a week while he sucked my ass cheek, his unclawed finger toying with my pussy lips.
"Christ, so WET!", he said aloud, surprised, and I heard the wet squishes of his fingers inside me.
I screamed, on fire with his touch and his voice.
"With every drop, you become more and more mine…", he sang in a wickedly sexy voice, massaging my sore leg muscles as he knelt behind me, "Do you know that?"
With a feeling of utter euphoria, I started to get dizzy again.
"Uhh huh.", I replied my best answer.
"Do you WANT that?", he asked, his fingers vibrating with inhuman speed inside my dripping crotch.
"YETTTHHHH !", I said, trying to say YES.
I knew I'd probably get more pins for speaking, but he just moaned out loud, now kneeling in front of me, his nose nuzzling the little bell there.
It gave a little chirp and Edward laughed.
"No point.", he conceded, "That was my fault."
I was relieved and happy that he was playing fair.
I felt the cold claw barely brush against my captured clit as I cried out in surprise.
Instantly, his mouth was sucking it, the bell ringing constantly as he held my legs with both hands, opening them, letting them rest around his head, on his shoulders.
And from the miracle of being off my toes and the animal way he was eating me, I could only scream and buck and struggle against the torture of the orgasms that wouldn't end.
I seemed to come forever while he ate over and over again…his moans telling me all about the intense pleasure he was getting out of it too.
I hadn't seen him so on fire before and I was loving it.
When he finally stopped and placed my toes back to the floor, I wanted to cry, not wanting to see it end.
He stood up and faced me, staring at me for a long time, a look of adoration there gleaming back at me. Me…Bella Swan…the plainest girl in the world. And I felt like a goddess as he watched me.
A wicked smile crept up on his lips and I knew something was going on in there.
He came in, so close…and bit his teeth on the handles of the pin that held my tongue for so long. I clenched my eyes together and whimpered.
Slowly, he dragged the pin away from me…not opened it…dragged it. I screamed out and braced myself, the wait was agony as it followed Edward's teeth.
"UUGGHHH!", I did a high pitched shout as it finally gave way, off my tongue, clicking together as it let go.
And a second later, the pin out of Edward's mouth, he was there, moving the claw finger slowly along the entire bottom of my lip.
"Kiss me.", he leaned closer, holding my face as our mouths joined, the taste of blood mixed in our kiss as he growled out loud, thrilled at the taste of it and sucking my painful tongue, trying to erase the savage hurt there now that the blood was racing back into it.
I kissed him back as the pain faded and I heard him laugh, in relief…in love.
We kept kissing, neither one of us wanting to stop. He moved his face from one side of my face to the other, giving me chances to breathe in between kisses. I felt high, strong and brave…feeling like the game was over. I didn't know if I won or he won…but then I felt like we had both won.
Edward looked at me, his nose to mine as he clutched my long hair in his hands. His lips looked more red now and I was glad his eyes weren't red. I guess a little bit of my blood wouldn't change them. I smiled, not even caring about my sore feet or aching legs or throbbing wrists.
"I love you…", I whispered, hardly audible, but I knew only he could hear me.
"I love YOU.", he said back, full of passion, and kissed me again…hard.
I lost something, though, around that time. Because the next thing I knew, I was being laid gently..oh so gently…into Edward's warm, plush bed.
I prayed he didn't want to make love now. My body was so sore and my pussy raw and worn out, sensitive to even a breeze blowing over it.
He had carried me bridal style to the bed and I smiled to myself about that. Not that I didn't love it when he threw me over his shoulder. That was a turn on in another way. But I loved it when he held me like this.
I heard myself whimper and my breath hitched as he laid me down on my back, still nude, like him.
It was night now…very dark, but the light was already on beside us.
"Relax, my love.", he said with a deep voice, his fingers touching my lips softly, as if to stop me from speaking.
"You've given me the greatest day…and night of my existence.", he glowed with love in his eyes as he spoke to me, covering my body with the hot covers.
"I know it wasn't all easy for you.", he said, proudly, "But you were…"
He searched for a word, looking up a second, his eyes so happy as he verbally stumbled. And Edward never stumbled.
"Everything.", he decided on a word, "Everything I ever dreamt of…everything I wanted, even when I was afraid to see what I wanted. You, Bella…you're all I'll EVER want."
I sighed, completely in the palm of his hand…so in love.
"I know I said you are mine…", he gazed down so deep in my eyes, "But I got that wrong. I am YOURS. On my knees, your slave…one million years from now….five million years from now…"
I trembled everywhere…tears stinging my eyes as I felt…on fire with his love, his adoration…it was so great…too much…too miraculous.
"I know how exhausted you are.", he held my hand, kissing it, "I am so sorry. And at the same time, I am not sorry."
I was about to tell him that I was fine and that there was no reason to be sorry but he didn't let me say another word.
"No, shhh..", he caressed his fingers over my lips, "You sleep now. Sleep, my sweet, sweet angel. I won't leave you. And it will never be dark for you again."
I smiled up at him, as if seeing a god. I snuggled into my pillow, turning on my side, towards him, laying my face on his ghost white chest. I didn't care that it was cold or that I heard no heartbeat. This is where I could sleep…the only place I could sleep.
Edward hummed a melody that was not my lullaby and gently worked his fingers over my hair, moving it away from my closed eyes while he sang me to sleep.
And all night long, I had no nightmares at all.
See next chapter soon!
Love Winnd
Thanks for staying and reading ! You guys rock !
PS A nice golden lemon coming up. Perhaps…Good Edward?
PSS I know some of you may see a flaw in the vampire lore with the venom mixing with Bella's blood and all that, but this is my story, GO WITH IT ! LOL…
