Chapter 20
Hey guys! Sorry it's been a couple days! Another chapter right up after this one! This chapter has some Edward torture in it. Don't cry. He'll be alright. Maybe.
Let's join our vamp couple…
I closed my journal and steeled myself to do it. It's no big deal. Just look. Just once. You've seen horror movies before.
Yea, but I've never BEEN one before.
Oh, stop it. You were never afraid of the Cullens' looks…especially Edward's.
Yea, but this is me. Not them.
Get some balls, girl. Charlie was brave. He would look.
Alright, get off my ass.
I walked into the bathroom down the hall and closed myself inside before looking up in the mirror's direction. I looked down at the sink, wishing the answers to all my questions were in there, down the black hole somewhere…even though now, with my new sight…I could see all the way down there…neat! There are some benefits to this vampire thing, one of them having perfect sight in all things. I love that. Usually I was squinting to make things out. I never needed glasses but I could never really see things clearly for what they were.
And now I am trying to find the courage to look at my own reflection. I'm glad Edward wasn't here with me while I'm doing this. He had wanted to throw me right in front of a full length mirror as soon as I was dressed to go hunting earlier. But I shrank from that and just let out a very stern "NO."
He didn't push. He said he understood that. He seemed to. And I was glad about that. It had been so long ago that he was a newborn but he acted like it was yesterday's memory. It gave me some comfort, having someone who could guide me, someone who knew the pains and the glories in this new life. A mentor. A friend.
He said that maybe later, when I was alone, I should take a peek. He told me not to be afraid when I saw my own eyes. He once had a big problem with it himself, but he told me I was gorgeous, stunning even for a vampire. I doubted that but the way he kept looking at me…as if trapped by me, unable to pull away, sort of convinced me maybe he was telling the truth. Edward is a lot of things but he's no actor. He doesn't pretend things, I mean. Good or bad, Edward is what you see before you.
I was kind of glad that the hospital called Edward in this afternoon. There seemed to be a full on emergency, a school bus full of kids had a terrible accident and spilled over a small cliff. I think they said the driver had a heart attack or something and the bus went out of control. And I thought I had problems.
He didn't want to go, he was about to tell them no, but I asked to have a couple hours of alone time. He understood that, too, and forbid me to go outside, or to answer the door. He knew I was a newborn, and that most newborns are wild and hungry for blood…human blood.
But this morning, after I changed, we had gone hunting together. He was amazed by me, he'd said. I was calm and in control of myself, like I had been as a human. I was not crazed or wild on the hunt. I listened, I learned, I obeyed all he told me. I drank from a deer and was very patient with myself as Edward guided me nearby, instructing me on the proper way to suck the blood, where to bite, where and how to hold the struggling animal, and how not to make a big mess of it all.
He hung back, a few feet away, not wanting to cramp my style, as he said Carlisle had with him. He told me I did very well, he said it was a gift, my control…my calm. I wasn't sure that was such a special gift, but I accepted the compliment.
And there was a moment when, accidentally, I had neared a couple of humans who were out hunting in the forest. I pulled back, afraid to get any closer, and ran the other way. That really impressed Edward. He kept asking me how I did that. I just shrugged and said, "I didn't want to hurt anyone." And that was very true. I don't want anyone else harmed. Maybe I carried that with me from my human life. Above all, the reason I chose this and embraced it…was just for that reason. I want it all to stop. I don't want one more person hurt. Not by me…and not by Edward. No more.
No more.
Who would've guessed that at the age of 21 I would be sick and tired of living? Not me. But I am. The heart is gone from inside me. I find no joy in most things anymore. Only Edward. And even that relationship is worn and faded from what it used to be. It's no one's fault. It's just how it is. And there is no way to get it back. Even now, as a vampire, I feel it. My heart is broken. And now it will always be.
Okay…now I'm going to look.
I shivered as I watched the top of my hair arising in the mirror reflection. Okay, it was dark…very dark. Black I would say. But not just flat black. Silk…shimmering highlights woven in…it shined! Like Edward said. It was like those Pantene commercials where the girl's hair is so gloriously beautiful and satiny that you scoff and say "computer magic" when you see it. This clearly was no normal human's hair. And this is after three days of laying on it, thrashing around, and a whole half day of hunting in the windy gray woods, fighting with animals.
I hadn't even brushed it since my death. But it looked fucking amazing.
Okay, Bella, pull back. Don't get seduced by the vampire glamour. Don't get sucked in…no pun intended.
Now…rise up a little more…peek your mug into the mirror. Be tough. Think of Xena.
I closed my eyes for a second then straightened up, facing the mirror. And I just did it. I opened my eyes and looked!
I stared.
The first thing I noticed was the whiteness of my skin. It was ivory white – marble porcelain against the dark ebony of my hair. I almost looked like a geisha girl. But the white was not unattractive, like a pale person would look sickly. It drew you in…the colors…and I made myself touch my chin. There used to be a little bump there, a blemish of some kind that never really went away…and now it was perfect and flat, curved in the right places. I searched my face up close for a freckle…or a pimple…anything that wasn't supposed to be there. Nothing. I wasn't surprised by it but it was still a little weird, now that I was looking.
I could not find a single vein…a single flaw. I sighed. I used to say a face without a flaw is a face without character. I still say it. Yes, my face was beautiful…but…it also wasn't real. Just like I first thought Edward was too beautiful to be real.
I touched my lips. They were dark red and glistened as if wearing lip gloss. They weren't. But they shined wetly even when I wiped my mouth off roughly into a washcloth. My skin also had a perfect smooth look to it, like it was made of cream. To my own hand, it did feel very creamy…but I remembered what Edward's face had once felt like to me…hard stone, bisque porcelain. Maybe to other vampires I would feel soft…but to humans I would be like a statue.
My eyebrows, once normal, now looked perfectly groomed, straight as if someone had combed them flawlessly. They matched the color of my long, straight tresses and I made them move up and down, testing them out a bit.
I was doing all I could to avoid looking straight into my own eyeballs.
Alright, coward. Do it.
Well, first, it appears that I have makeup on my eyes…but I don't. I rubbed under my eyelids where the shades of black and brown were…but they didn't rub off or fade. It looked like I had the most expensive, stylish eyeliner money could buy. I liked the way it looked, but what if I felt like going with a more natural look sometimes?
Now…my eyes.
Yes, they were red. And I had seen Jane's eyes…and Victoria's. But this is something more. They are a dark crimson color…but it looks like moving red water is slowly floating around in my irises. I stared closer, getting nose to nose with the glass, and I saw little designs in the blood red fields. A triangle? A swirl of silver? Strange shapes I didn't even know a name for…I remembered seeing these in Edward's golden eyes when I awakened as a vampire. What does this mean? Is it a vampire power? Can all vampires see this in me? Are they codes for something? Or am I imagining it?
The shapes kept changing and mixing together…it became maddening to keep looking.
Is this the power of compelling humans? Is it the glamour? Edward had compelled me to do things once or twice. Not ever to harm anyone. Just in situations when I was being difficult and my life was in danger, he'd "dazzle" me into agreeing with him to stay in the house, or to stay with Charlie for the day. It was innocent, but it worked. His eyes would stare into mine…and I would be helpless to resist anything he said. Edward had told me about this a few days ago, when I asked to know everything. Compelling, also called vampire "glamour" could force people to do anything you wished. It would only work on humans, not other vampires. And it took a lot of practice, according to Edward. Also, you'd have to be at full strength to do it. You could not be hungry. You had to be well fed to have the power.
I would have to ask Edward later. It wouldn't be good to call him now, in the middle of the ER to ask about this. I almost chuckled at the idea of him on the cell, his hands in the intestines of some poor soul while he says, "That's perfectly normal, Bella, vampire eyes are ALWAYS full of weird symbols. Can I explain it to you when I get home, love? Okay, thanks. Love you!"
I guess it isn't a big deal. But one thing is.
I look scary. I don't look innocent and normal anymore. I may be on the inside…but if I were a human and saw ME coming down the street…I'd get out of the way. I'd be nervous. I would be afraid. And that's not just because I'm a vampire. I wasn't afraid of Esme or Alice. Well, I was afraid of Rosalie. It's something…in me…that makes me look frightening like this. Some darkness inside me, showing through. Rosalie had it…after being raped and beaten by a bunch of drunks…she wasn't innocent anymore. She was angry when she was changed. She had a broken heart. Just like me.
I was angry too. After losing everyone I ever cared for. After being forced to live in the Cullen house after losing my own home. After all the things Edward had put me through. Yes, there is a deep anger inside me. And yes, there is horrible sorrow in me. And it will always be this way. Frozen inside.
I have a sad doll's face. A bitter mask of perfection hiding my pain. I am Rosalie.
It's alright. It's alright. Calm down. You used to like dressing up as wicked figures for Halloween, remember? This is not that different. It won't be long. Hold on.
Don't cry.
I can't cry.
Oh yea. Damn.
Well it doesn't mean I don't WANT to cry.
I don't like you, I said to my reflection…right before I punched her out.
I liked how the glass broke like thin ice against my hand. The sound was cleansing as the shards filled up the sink below. And no cuts on my knuckles…no pain at all.
Don't get seduced by the powers.
I know.
Go do something constructive. You know what to do.
I know! God, please don't tell me I have an inner demon now, too, like Edward's. Only mine isn't evil, she's just annoying. And preachy.
I imagined my inner monster getting loose and lecturing young girls about all they were supposed to achieve.
Chilling.
Charlie was pointing up into the trees, standing by his abandoned police car. I can still remember that image. And with my journal in hand, anything I might have forgotten was in black and white to remind me.
I had written lots of things down in the past year, while at school. My teachers thought I was taking notes but I wasn't. I was putting my life into the pages…everything I thought, felt, feared…everything I could think of…not wanting to lose a drop of it. I never told Edward. And I'm sure he thought I was slow, needing him to tutor me.
But I wasn't stupid…how I wished I were. The stupid me would've forgotten everything and everyone…and just lived my new life with Edward. She would've dealt with the pain and fear of past things Edward had done to me and with me…love would've held me to him forever…even if I was suffering. I want to be stupid. My life would be much easier.
But easy isn't always right. Or fair. Charlie taught me that. Justice isn't always black and white…some things aren't the way they're supposed to be. Charlie always believed that the guilty should pay. I kinda believed that too. But there were times when it was wrong. Should a mother killing her daughter's rapist pay? Hadn't she paid enough? It was gray areas like that were me and Charlie always clashed a bit.
I'm no Wonder Woman. I'm not doing this for justice. Or to balance the books. I'm not doing this for revenge. I just want Edward to have peace. That is all I've ever wanted. Only now…I want peace too. I hoped I could make him understand where my heart was in all this. I hoped he wouldn't hate me. Hate is not peace. And I don't give a damn what anyone else on earth thinks of me. But I hope HE knows…that I love him…and I always will.
I went to the front door and went out into the world, against orders from my vampire Master. And I'm not afraid. Anymore.
I glanced at the garage and knew I didn't need a car. I had loved running with my new vampire legs and couldn't wait to do it again. I knew where I was headed there would be no humans around. If I ran across one, I was prepared to run away again.
Before I knew it, I was almost flying through the forest…my brain perfectly tuned to where I was headed. I had like a built in GPS now…where as before I would sometimes blank and forget which way I was going…and if I had two choices of roads, I'd most likely ALWAYS choose the wrong one. My dad said that was just part of my nature, something I got from Mom. He would laugh but still…I didn't like that comment.
I reached the road where Charlie's car was left over a year ago. I reached my hand up to my nose and inhaled Charlie's hat, the only thing I had left of my father. It was on the roadside a few feet away from the car. The new Chief had given it to me months ago, after they decided there was no evidence on it. I had buried it in the back yard of the Cullen house under a large rock. Edward never found it, or if he did, he never told me about it.
Okay…I have the scent of Charlie in my nostrils now. Then I flashed on the image of my dad, pointing. There are the trees he was pointing at. I walked slowly, not wanting to miss anything on the way to wherever I was going. Maybe human eyes missed some things… but I would not allow my vampire eyes to fail on this case.
I realized that after all this time, maybe Charlie's scent would be faint…or gone completely…but maybe not. I don't have lots of experience with this but I have some time to teach myself. Winters had gone by since Charlie vanished, and maybe that sealed in his smell somehow…in the leaves and the grass…like DNA, maybe it never really went away.
My eyes scanned every blade of grass…every dew drop registered as I moved…nothing was out of my vision or reach. I could hear every cricket, I could feel every imperfection in the soil under the grass under my toes. I would find what I came here looking for.
Nothing yet. I kept going…miles passed by like feet as I scanned the area. I liked not getting hot or tired while walking, like I used to.
In the center of the wooded part of the field, I stopped like I was hit by a locomotive.
The SMELL of him was EVERYWHERE! Sweet and tangy…with something magical and warm mixed in…not Charlie.
Edward.
My stomach sank and I was glad I couldn't throw up anymore. I kept looking…searching…inhaling…
Even now, I was internally begging and pleading…hoping it wasn't true…praying!
These woods used to hold so much magic for me…so dark and comforting…a peaceful paradise where nature was untroubled by anything outside. I knew better now.
Now it's only a convenient place for predators to stalk and kill their prey, unseen by others…a dumping ground for remains.
I don't want to find Charlie's remains…but I do. I want to know. But I don't.
And now I'm troubled by the image of Charlie, suddenly popping out at me from behind, all covered with blood. Some big bad vampire I am.
Don't pop out on me, Dad. Not funny. Just don't.
I could hear the birds up above, squawking to each other, as if discussing me and what I was up to. I ignored them, following Edward's scent…watching out for Charlie's scent…
A lot more walking….and looking. Then I reached something. Something not obvious to the human eye, something no cop would've come across, something no jogger would have stumbled upon.
I can feel wood under this spot…it was far down below…but I could feel it under my boots.
"Okay, Dad.", I said, getting down on all fours, Edward's smell all around me. I placed Charlie's hat down gently on the grass, out of the line of fire from the soil that I would be clawing up to get to what was down here.
I found it easily. It was a small wooden box, not nearly big enough to place a body into. I was glad for that…until my inner demon's voice reminded me it was big enough to fit a head into.
Thanks, annoying demon.
I gently lifted it out of its hole and sat it on the grass. Then I got up and walked away from it, pacing back and forth, something I think I picked up from Edward.
Edward's smell was covering the box completely, so I knew it was his. Also, it was no regular wooden box. It was carved with elegant designs and a lion to the right, beside the monogram that lied in the center – EAMC
It appeared that at first it was only EAM with the designs around it. Then, years and years later, the C was added at the end of the monogram and the lion added. A human wouldn't be able to tell this from looking at it, but I could. Vampire sight is a bitch! I mean, a good bitch! I can be a detective with this shit!
I'm not sure how long it took me to work up the nerve to sit down and open the box…but I finally did. Placing Charlie's hat on my head, I dared to take a look at what Edward had buried here, at what my dead father had wanted me to see.
"Oh my God.", I heard my voice come out of me…not frightened…or scared sounding…no crying or gasping…but I could hear the pain in my voice…and I could feel it in me….everywhere.
"Bella, I'm home!", he said and I spun around, seeing him coming towards me.
I smiled and turned, not standing up yet, as he crawled onto the sofa with me and laid between my denim legs, resting his face on my silent heart, his arms curling under me snugly.
I kissed his temple and played with his hair as his eyes closed.
"Don't tell me you're tired.", I teased, wishing just once he'd wear the hospital scrubs home.
"I am.", he whined, making me smile more, "I know it's not possible but I am."
"Poor little thing.", I stroked him and looked up at the ceiling, "Was it really bad?"
"I hope I never see children covered in blood again.", he said softly, and it reminded me of Carlisle.
"Yes, it was pretty bad.", he continued slowly, not moving, "But we didn't lose a single child. I'm glad about THAT."
"Me too.", I agreed, massaging his soft shoulders, trying not to do it too hard with my newborn strength.
We laid together for a minute in silence and I just loved that more than anything. For a wonderful minute or so…we just held each other…and it was just Edward and Bella. In love. No lies. No secrets. No plans.
If I were human I would have shed a few tears, but my sadness lied dormant inside my own chest for now.
"How are you feeling?", Edward asked, breaking the silence, and his face turned to me, his eyes gazing into mine as he kept laying on me, no longer afraid to hurt my fragile human body.
"Fine.", I said, "I missed you."
"I missed you too.", he smiled, kissing my lips briefly, "In a few more days, we'll be together everyday…you're going to love it, where we're going."
I almost cried then.
"I know I will.", I kissed him deeper than he just kissed me, and I touched his beautiful excited face, "As long as you're there."
"I'll always be there.", he smiled back, definite in that statement.
"So, whatdya make me for dinner, woman?", he mocked with a southern accent.
I laughed and played back, using my best lazy woman voice.
"I don't see no ring on this finger!", I wiggled them, "Beeeoooottcchhh! Make your own damn dinner!"
We were both laughing at each other.
"It's so nice that we'll never have those kind of fights, isn't it?", he asked.
"Yes.", I agreed completely, watching him sit up in front of me.
"And as for your fingers,", he said, "I can only remedy that by doing this."
And he slipped a large ring onto my middle finger. I tensed and pulled back, this lovely antique jewel staring back at me. It was so unique, unlike anything I had ever seen before. There were so many diamonds in it and they formed an oval. I just knew right away it was from the past, like him…and it was mine, like him.
"I—", I began, my voice out to lunch.
Edward saw my panic and held my hands, placing his forehead to mine.
"I know, I know…", he whispered, his voice deep, "You're not ready…I know this. You've just been born, in the vampire sense, and I know you're dealing with so much already. I'm not even going to propose to you yet, because it's not fair to you. But I wish you'd wear it. No promises, no expectations…I will wait until you're ready for all this before I ask for your hand. But I would just like to know that you're wearing it. That you want to wear it."
I took an unneeded breath and said, "I would love to wear it, Edward."
And that made him so happy. I couldn't regret it.
"Move it you SNAIL!", I shoved Edward's back and he hurled into the concrete wall, making it crack a bit. He groaned as he made impact, his hands chained together behind him.
I yanked him up and shook him a second, gray dust from the concrete snowing off his hair as I brought his nose to mine.
"Aww, sorry, baby, did that hurt?", I cooed, mocking his pain a little as he steadied himself on his bare feet.
"Yes, Mistress.", he breathed, "But I liked it. Thank you."
"You're very welcome.", I smiled back at him, kissing his nose.
His chest was bare but his tight black jeans remained…for now. I didn't know a lot about dominating…but Edward had taught me some things in the last year. I was amazed he was into this. He had always been the dominant, in charge. I had no idea he had a submissive side. You just never know.
I tried not to sound fake, like someone else. I could be dominant and still be myself. I hoped.
I grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled hard enough to make Edward wince and pant a little, his eyes gazing up into mine.
"And why are you STANDING in front of ME, slave?", I asked sweetly and patiently as he came to his knees, trying to deal with the slight pain.
"I'm sorry Mistress.", he panted, "I'm sorry."
"Hmm…", I frowned, "Not good enough, pet. Already you're screwing up and making me mad."
"Uhhhh…", he breathed and moaned as I pulled harder and he clenched his eyes tight.
"It's not easy for me to be cruel to you, kitten.", I planted a very hard kiss on his lips, even taking a hard bite as he yelled out.
"But I have to do what's best for you, don't I?"
"Yes Mistress, yes.", he answered, really getting into this, loving my newfound durability and strength over him.
"I know…", he said further, "I'm bad…I'm sorry…."
"Ugghhh", I rolled my eyes, turning and grabbing an item from the counter, adding, "You talk too much, slave."
And I wasn't sure if it was what I found today, or the months I had taken it from Edward, or both…but I fast got into this little game myself. And I had to admit, a big part of me wanted payback. I think I deserve it.
And I shoved the cock gag into his talking mouth, keeping his head still with one hand while I deeply plunged the cock piece in and out of his mouth, hitting the back of his throat now and then, making him choke a bit.
"Oh, you like sucking that big fat cock, don't you, bitch?", I used his own words on him as he gagged, trying to shake his head.
"Yes, you love it…", I purred, continuing my assault with the dildo, "Oh, stop that, vampire sluts can't CHOKE! You won't make me feel sorry for you, now come on!"
"Keep it wet!", I demanded, working it down deeper in his throat, then yanking it out, "Nice and sloppy wet, you know! You always told ME how to do this…"
"That's it…", I watched him submit and do as he was told, his voice moaning in protest, not enjoying this.
"You're a good little cocksucker.", I observed, "You surprise me, pet. Yes…hollow your cheeks out…mmmmm that's nice…wish I could FEEL it like you did."
He kept obeying as I roughly fucked his mouth with it, this was more about humiliation than pain. This one needed to be taken down a peg or two if you ask me.
"Later, if you're good, you might get to suck my clit.", I promised as he made pleasured noises at that statement, "But NOT YET. You have some bills to pay, slave. And they're LONG overdue."
And he choked again, feeling the head of the penis hit the back of his throat.
Once I was satisfied that the cock gag had served its purpose, I locked it in place around the back of his head, the cock in place and the black leather flat over his mouth area.
"Keep sucking it, pet." I ordered softly as his cheeks showed signs of working it, "Don't stop."
Edward had nearly killed me when he wanted to be blown. He seemed so rough and hardly let me get any air. I wanted him to see what that was like. He was a vampire and wouldn't fully get it…but still, it wasn't pleasant for him.
"Good boy.", I moved my fingers over his eyes, closing them, "Now…what shall I do with you first, my little kitty?"
He kept his eyes closed and kept sucking, not wanting to piss me off further.
I wanted to play with his head and said, "I wonder how that cock would feel in your ass now that you've got it nice and wet."
His eyes snapped open, horrified.
"HEY!", I slapped his face and his entire head rolled to the left, his eyes huge and shocked at the pain I could now inflict.
"CLOSE THEM!", I shouted and he clenched them tight, sucking harder.
"I don't want those yellow eyes on ME!", I said, regretting it instantly. I loved those golden eyes on me….but this was part of the plan. He had hurt me in so many ways…most of all, emotionally. I remembered his comments about Ally's eyes from the hospital.
"Your eyes would be much prettier if they were green again.", I said, reminding him of his insensitive remarks that day.
He made a little sound that meant hurt. God, I suck. How do people do this and not feel like shit about it?
"Silence!", I warned, "All I want to hear is you sucking that cock. Harder!"
And I heard wet, squishy sounds.
"Good little pet.", I stroked him, playing with his nipples…right before I started twisting them.
All in all, I had been pretty tough on him. Not as bad as I could've been or should've been. But he got to experience the sexual things he had done to me over the last year. Some he loved, others I knew he clearly didn't. But he had obeyed and been agreeable for the most part.
A couple of times he growled and he was punished for that. But then he quickly recovered and behaved again. I knew this torture session was doing one thing I needed: bringing both my Edwards together…one was into the sexuality of it all…the other was there to accept his punishment, wanting it, for all the things he'd done.
It would also make sick Edward too busy and weakened to hold sweet Edward captive. His body could hold out forever…but his mind would be unable to handle everything all at once.
I was glad I couldn't cane him or make him bleed. I didn't want to do that.
At the end, Edward was nude, chained around the neck, hanging from the ceiling, hands chained behind him, and his feet were spread apart by a bar and chains, and he was on tiptoes, trying to balance as the chain leash held him up there.
He looked tired but I knew he never would be. We had done a lot in the last few hours and he had kept up nicely. This last punishment was proving to be a little too difficult for my Edwards.
"No, Mistress please no more….", he begged, his legs tense and shivering as I kept jerking his long, thick shaft.
A thin silver chain was tightly clamped around the base of his cock and it looked almost purple above it. I had heard about this from Tanya, my new buddy. Milking.
"Do you want to be gagged again?", I asked, not stopping as he panted and winced, peeking down at himself as I kept yanking it up and down, right above the drain in the floor.
"No but…", he almost wept, "Bella…it hurts…"
"Who is BELLA?", I shouted, twisting his penis cruelly in my marble hand.
"RRRRRRRRR!", he cried out, then quickly corrected, "MISTRESS! Mistress!"
"Stupid little whore.", I said as I kept working his strained penis and he almost cried in a new way now.
"It's supposed to hurt.", I quoted him again, "Remember all you told me about making the pain and the pleasure one? Well now you can try it. Oh, wait, what did you used to tell me? It will pass."
Milking is a terrible thing for a man Tanya told me. She liked to train her human male slaves this way. You bind their penis at the base so they cannot orgasm any more than a couple of drops at a time. And then you play with their cock until they HAVE to come. And when they do, it's not satisfying at all for them. In fact, it makes it worse. And then you play with their cock some more…and some more.
If you condition a human slave this way, every day, in time, they will have complete control of their orgasm and can hold out for hours at a time before climaxing.
For a vampire, you coil this tight thin silver chain around his cock and it makes the semen red hot when it drips out of the head.
We have been doing this for about an hour now…and Edward, although he scoffed at first, was clearly suffering.
"Tanya certainly gave me some very good information about vampire torture. Oh God.", I frowned at him, "Are you crying?"
He panted and blinked his eyes.
"OH GOD!", he gasped, "Mistress, it's happening again! Please! Can't you take it off? Just once?"
"No.", I kissed his throat, "I like this."
"NO!", he fought the orgasm every time. It was painful.
"Yes.", I corrected.
"UUUHHHHH!", he screamed out, and his whole body seized…and one drop…no…two little drops of cum leaked out of that tiny hole at the end of his cock.
He shouted out like razor blades were tearing out of him.
"Good boy.", I licked the head as he screeched out, and I added, "Again."
"NOOOO!", he jerked and yelled, getting mad now, surprised he couldn't break out of these chains. But I had done my homework on this.
"BELLA LET ME OUT!", he demanded, "BELLA I HATE THIS!"
"I care!", I yelled back, stroking his penis again, harder. "Too bad we agreed on no safewords earlier. Oh well."
"BELLA !", he roared.
"Say my name one more time and I get the fucking machine for your ass!", I threatened, waiting.
He stopped fighting with me. I had not done anything in his ass yet and didn't want to, but the threat worked.
"Good boy.", I stroked his naked ass cheek, making the process more difficult the more he was aroused.
"No please…", he gasped, struggling in his chains, unable to really break them.
That's what else I discovered from our little threesome. Sterling silver chains…could hold a vampire. Some burned, some didn't. It all depended on the silver you used. These didn't burn but I have the ones that do nearby if I need them.
I licked along the edge of Edward's inner thigh, jerking his cock with more energy.
"UUGGHHHH!", he complained, whimpering and trying to stay on tip toes.
"I love my slut's long, strong cock.", I purred, licking up underneath the shaft.
He shivered a bit and begged.
"Please, Mistress…please….", he whimpered again.
"Shut up, you little pig.", I ordered, sucking on the head wetly.
"Oh God!", he was panting again, panicking…"Mistress, Mistress!"
"Coming again, slut?", I asked, unsurprised.
He wept again without tears.
A garbled array of sounds came out of him, all of them weak and pained.
"Come for me, kitten.", I said seductively and that was it.
He screamed out again and came…as much as the silver would allow…and those three drops of venom sperm were boiling hot when they erupted.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!", he struggled as they crept out, only to be lapped up by my tongue.
"Mmmm…yummy…", I smiled up at him as he looked down at me, his eyes frantic.
I let my smile spread over my face. He thought it was over. Sorry, pet. Not for awhile yet. I need your brain exhausted…completely and hopelessly.
I began pulling on his shaft again, without a word.
"NNNNNOOOOOOOO!", he lashed his head back and yelled out again, trapped in the torment I was dishing out.
Little did he know, this was the fun part. The sexual part. The real hard part was coming up later. Much later.
End of Chapter 20
See more lovely chained Edward moments coming up!
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