A/N: Okley dokley folks, there seems to be some confusion from the A/N in the last chapter. Lemme clarify something. We will be having a HEA at the end of this story! I bet you're going: 'How the fuck are y'all gonna do that?'. Well, just stick with us. Keep in mind as well, the things he does for her, isn't always just for her. Also, there is a reason with why he is the way he is in this chap. Don't get used to it though! *winks*
A big shout out and Thank You to Jaspers Izzy! She rec'ed us over at Darkest Temptations (darksper (dot) blogspot (dot) com)! I bounced up and down and squeed and all sorts of things. ^_^
Also a huge thank you to Michellichi! She's offered to translate for us and we greatly appreciate it! We'll email you soon Sweets!
"One of the pleasant things about owning a slave," I said, "is the opportunity to converse with her, listen to her, to hear her express herself, her feelings and ideas. One can learn much from a slave. Many slaves, like yourself, are highly intelligent. They can express themselves articulately, clearly, trenchantly and lyrically. It is a great pleasure to talk with them."
-Beasts of Gor
One week later...
It was early that morning when I awoke, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. I stretched languidly, wondering who would be there with me this morning when I opened my eyes. Most likely that damned butler. As I slowly sat up I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked around. The sight before me was rather puzzling. There at the end of my bed was El Diablo himself, reading the morning newspaper in black slacks and a blood red, long sleeve dress shirt.
"I hoped you enjoyed your last night in that bed." He said quietly, barely disrupting the silence of the house.
My head cocked to the side in question before recalling what he'd told me before about being punished and having to earn my bed back. It made the curiosity of what was going to happen to me now well up with a proportionate amount of dread that was filling the pit of my stomach.
"Where will I sleep from now on?" I asked, just as quietly with a croaky voice.
"You'll find out tonight. Now, go take care of your morning routine so I can get started." He commanded as he got up and padded across the floor to the closet. Not once during the whole transaction did he look at me.
I could only assume he meant get started with his work or whatever it was he did. I sighed silently as I got out of bed and went to use the restroom, brushed my teeth and hair, then washed my face. When I came back he was back in his chair, reading again.
With a glance to the bed I found that he'd laid out a cerulean bubble dress with an empire waist and a scoop neckline. Underneath it were a pair of black lacy boyshorts and a nude colored convertible bra. I picked everything up and went to go into the bathroom when a disapproving sound came from him. He hadn't even moved and he knew exactly what I was doing.
I sighed and stripped down from my silky pajama bottoms and little camisole. I dressed as fast and safely as possible, hating being constantly watched. I saw a hint of a smirk curling up the corner of his mouth and I wanted so badly to smack it off of him like he had smacked me the other day.
When I was done he pointed to the oak vanity with the large round mirror. It'd been part of my routine to sit here and brush my hair or style it in a specific way. After last Tuesday though, that all went out the window and I now had to sit here on the little bench as someone did my hair for me.
Flashback
I walked into his office, ponytail swinging behind me. He'd 'requested' for me to put it back in a twist but I didn't want the headache that came from having my hair up in pins. He glanced up at my arrival, doing a double take. His eyes narrowed a slight bit at the sight of the ponytail.
"Why is your hair not in the twist I requested?" He asked simply. I didn't look forward to what was coming, but I wasn't ready to give in to him yet either.
"Because I didn't want my hair pinned up all day." I stated, just as simply. I crossed my arms loosely under my breasts as I met his gaze defiantly.
"Come here and place yourself over my lap." He said as he scooted his chair back.
I shook my head, sending my hair whipping back and forth with the motion. No way was I going to him willingly.
He had but to glance over my shoulder and I found my hair wound around the wrist and grasped firmly by the base by Joseph, who practically drug me over to El Diablo. Placing one hand in the center of my back he gave a light shove and let me go, causing me to stumble over the Devil's lap.
I immediately went to jump up, only to be grabbed by the hair again and shoved firmly back in place. His fingers moved to my collar where he slid his finger through the loop in the back that was meant for a leash while my pajama bottoms were ripped down. He wasted no time in delivering a swift, harsh spanking that reddened and practically set fire to my ass almost instantly. I tried to withhold my whimpers and cries of pain to little avail as the sharp slaps and smacks resounded in the silence. I felt humiliated not only because I was being spanked like a child, but because he did it in front of his damn butler. This gave me an indication that he didn't care if we were in private or not, he'd punish me where ever we were despite who was around.
Once he gave his last blow, he let me lay there prone across his lap, tears pricking at my eyes. They finally won the battle and trickled from my eyes down to my cheeks where they dripped onto the edge of the rug his desk rested on, more following as I felt him fix my hair into the twist like he'd wanted, securing it with some pins he'd stashed in his desk drawer.
After yanking my pajama pants back up, he made me sit on my sore ass on the hardwood floor, facing the corner for an hour or so until lunchtime. The rest of the day was spent with me kneeling silently beside him with him totally ignoring me.
After that, someone always did my hair for me in whatever style was requested by him.
End Flashback
He brushed my hair silently, letting the silky strands slide through his fingers before pulling it up into a loose, yet elegant bun. It made me wonder where the hell he'd learned to do hair at and why he wanted to do mine so much.
It also made me wonder what made today different than the others. He was having me dressed in nice clothes, rather than leaving me in skimpy or flimsy pajamas like he had so far. Maybe he was having company...
After he was finished, he strapped on my collar and attached the lock. After the bell got caught in the bedding and pulled off, he'd started removing it while I slept and started scheduling my showers to happen right when I got up. That way there would be no putting it on, taking it off, putting it on, taking it off.
He gestured towards the door before walking through it. I knew what he wanted so I silently sighed to myself again and followed along, jingling all the way. After I entered his office I closed the door quietly behind me, knowing he preferred it that way and that if I didn't do it now he'd just order me back over to do it after I reached him.
He was already seated behind his desk but instead of fiddling with his papers or computer, he was watching me with a bit of interest. This worried me. He motioned me forward with the crook of his index finger. I slowly approached his desk with caution. This was new and I was extremely wary.
As I circled around the corner of his desk, I saw something new in the spot he usually had me kneel. It was a small footstool with darkly stained wooden legs that was overall a little over a foot and a half tall with a thick blue velvet cushion. The idea of sitting on something soft again was very appealing after a couple of weeks alternating between kneeling and sitting on the floor. That wasn't all though. On top of the stool was a very familiar looking book. As I came closer, I saw it was my worn and tattered copy of Wuthering Heights.
He was watching me speculatively and I could only wonder one thing.
"Why?" Oops. I didn't quite mean to say that aloud, but the cat was out of the bag and I was curious if he'd answer me or not.
He tapped his finger against the desk a couple of times as he eyeballed me before he answered.
"You've been good the past few days. I haven't had to repeat myself or spank you. I thought a little reward was in order."
I was grateful to have these small things, especially my book. I fucking hated calling him by the title he required, but if I was going to speak to him I had to use it. I didn't want him to think me unappreciative and possibly take them away again.
"Thank you... Master" I forced the last word out softly, a bitter taste on my tongue from it.
"You're welcome, Isabella. Now sit and be a good girl today." After that, he went back to his usual routine of doing his thing and ignoring me.
I had no qualms with following his instructions for once and took a seat on my gift, enjoying as I sunk into it's softness. Stretching my legs out before me, I crossed my ankles and let myself get submersed in another world for a while.
The day passed relatively uneventful. Me in my world, he in his. After lunchtime though, something else interesting happened. I heard the lower drawer of the left side of his desk open and shut as well as the jingle of keys as he locked it back. This wasn't unusual. However, I'd come to find that his desk was sort of like Mary Poppin's magical bag.
I looked up from the book in my hands not when I heard the crinkle of the plastic, but when I smelled the sweet smell of dark chocolate. It'd been at least two and a half weeks since I'd had anything sweet. I admit, aside from my time in the isolation room I was fed well, but it was all healthy stuff. I wasn't allowed sweets thus far.
I peeked up, doing my best not to move my head and bring attention to myself. I instantly recognized the black and red box with Petit Ecolier written in tan on it from the cookie aisle at the grocery store. They were expensive shortbread cookies topped with a chocolate square that had a picture of what looked like little red riding hood embossed on it. They were absolutely delicious. I'd only bought them once because I ate the entire box in one sitting.
He glanced at me anyway, causing my eyes to shoot back down to my book. I heard the crack of the chocolate topped biscotti breaking and didn't pay much mind to it. He wasn't going to share his goodies with me.
I went back to reading my book only to jump in surprise when a quarter of the cookie appeared in front of my face. I glanced up to him in surprise to find him looking expectantly at me. When I went to take it from him though, he simply pulled his hand back. After two tries, I figured out what he wanted. He wanted me to take it from his fingers with my teeth.
I was tempted to take the cookie and part of his fingers with it but I didn't want to risk getting smacked, spanked or having my soft footstool or book taken away when I'd just gotten them. Not today anyway. It made my skin crawl that I was giving into him, but it wasn't because I wanted to. It was because I wanted to save my behind from getting beat and the entire notion that I was giving in in any fashion made my gut twist up unpleasantly.
I resolved with myself that if I wanted something while I was in my position, I was going to have to compromise with myself and get over a few things. With that thought in mind, I leaned forward and gently took the chocolatey goodness with my teeth. Closing my eyes, I chewed slowly and savored the flavors that danced across my taste-buds. I was definitely developing an appreciation of all the things I easily had access to before but was now restricted from. Like chocolate and books.
"What were you majoring in in college?" His voice startled me, causing my eyes to shoot back up to him. He'd been busy all day but was mostly silent. Even now, he was writing diligently as he awaited my answer.
My brows furrowed a bit. He had my file, why didn't he just look it up himself?
"Don't you have my transcripts?" I asked with a bit of confusion.
He paused only a moment to spare me a glance before continuing on with whatever he was doing.
"Yes, I do. I know your GPA, your courses, the professors you had and your grades. I know that you excel in classes having to do with auditing but you lack an interest in ethics classes. Not that you didn't do well in them, because you did. You just didn't do as well in them as you did in the others that held your attention better. Now, I asked a question and I expect it answered or you're going to find yourself across my lap again. You would do well to remember this for future references because next time I won't bother explaining anything. If I ask, you answer." He said, rubbing his hands across his eyes before picking up a pair of black rimmed glasses that had been laying to the side and perching them on his nose. He picked up his pen and started back where he'd left off.
"I was in a program to get my BS in Supply Chain Management." I answered quietly, looking at my fingers. It hurt immensely to know I'd never complete it and make Charlie proud by having a good job that would pay well.
"What did you plan on doing with that degree? What sort of job could you get with it?" He asked, tip of his pen set against his lip as he contemplated whatever he was filling out. He seemed to be in two spheres of thought at once. Processing my answers, asking questions, considering different factors all while doing his normal work. Whatever that was.
"I wanted to be a purchasing manager." I couldn't help but remember every conversation I'd had with Charlie on this subject. He could never understand why I wanted to do something involving so many numbers when I hated math. I could never get him to understand that it was more than just numbers and that all businesses that made something or sold something needed one, whether they were an online store or an actual store or a manufacturing plant.
"What would you do as one of those?" Questions, questions, questions. He'd never talked this much thus far and I had a feeling that it was for more than just my benefit of having actual companionship.
"I would find the best goods or services at the lowest cost while ensuring the best all around quality that I could. This could be used in manufacturing to get the appropriate raw materials for whatever they made or in retail, to find something at the lowest cost and purchase it to resell to make the best profit." I'd closed my book after his last question and let it rest in my lap. His quiet hum let me know that the answer was good enough and the silence picked up once more. It figured that once I'd closed it he'd clam back up.
I reopened my book and tried to read again. I was baffled to say the least that he would actually talk to me for whatever reason. Just as I was baffled that he had given me this stool and a book for 'good behavior'. My thoughts began drifting as I went into The Bella Zone.
Last week after I was in bed Thursday night, I thought about a lot of things. Mainly how I was tired of getting my hide tanned. I decided an experiment was in order to keep myself from going crazy and hopefully to keep me from getting myself killed before I could get back home.
I could faintly remember him talking to me in the bathtub, telling me he wouldn't have to punish me if I would just be good. This in itself ignited a plethora of thoughts and realizations. For one, if I didn't start 'behaving' then I'd most likely end up stuck in here with him every day that he 'worked' for the rest of my life. Ugh, no thank you. He'd originally said that he'd wanted me to work in the kitchen with someone named Char, but obviously those plans didn't quite happen.
If I continued on my 'good behavior' then perhaps I could get to see the rest of the house and see what all I could possibly use in a future escape attempt. Maybe that's what he was waiting for, for me to settle down first.
Either way, on Friday I behaved to the best of my ability, doing as he asked despite my clenched teeth. Saturday and Sunday had been a 'Bella Barbie' day like I'd had with Alice, a girlfriend from back home. She used to love to shop for me and dress me up, give me makeovers, etc. I hated it for the most part, but I know how happy it made my friend, so I let her have her fun.
Apparently Jasper decided that I needed a plethora of clothes for whatever reason so he'd had my measurements taken sometime while I was unconcious and had someone shop for me. Well, the fruits of their labors had been delivered via many, many boxes early Saturday morning. So, after everything was unpacked and inspected for accuracy I got to play 'Bella Barbie' once again. This time for Jasper and a very lovely blonde lady who I discovered was Char, the chef.
I did my best to keep my mind off of what I was actually doing and thought back to happier times with Alice when she'd made me do something similar after a shopping spree.
Sunday I was given a two pack of pledge and a pile of rags and instructed to clean every wooden surface in the study. I took my time and let my mind wander and concoct plans as I wiped away every iota of dust under the watchful gaze of Joseph as he busied himself polishing several silver items that had looked to have long been tarnished.
Yesterday was the same routine as Friday. Today was sort of surreal so far, I decided.
I was brought out of my musing by the telephone ringing. It was almost amusing with the way he looked at it with a raised brow as if it had offended him before picking it up. I went back to minding my own business but couldn't help to have my attention returned to the conversation at hand.
"You want how many M20 Launchers?" He looked skeptical as he scribbled down information before asking another question.
"And how many M28A2 HEAT rockets?" He started writing again only to pause "Are you sure? What the fuck are y'all gonna be blowing up? Wait, never mind, I'm sure I'll find out later." He continued writing hurriedly, mumbling to himself when not giving clear answers into the receiver.
"So, nothing else aside from the bazookas and rockets then? Alright, I'll call you back when I have something lined up and give you a time estimate. Thanks Randall. Bye." He hung up the phone and sighed a bit before getting a black book out of the Mary Poppin's desk.
For the rest of the day he continued to get phone calls. He also continued to scribble down notes as he conducted business. Before this he'd only gotten a phone call here and there but they didn't seem to have anything to do with his business, then again I could be wrong.
It was a struggle to remain wrapped up in the story of Cathy and Heathcliff when you hear words like SR-25, M4 Carbine, AK-47 and frag grenades.
Once he even grumbled "Oh dios mio, did every-fucking-body suddenly run out of shit all of a sudden? Goddamn..." then gave a low huffing growl before going back to making arrangements as he muttered about planning in advance.
Innumerable questions began to swirl around my brain as I began building my facts. For one, my new 'Master' was a weapons dealer, but for whom? The most likely possibility was for the Mafia, for the people he'd hired to kidnap me and drag me down here to my own personal hell that he reigned over as El Diablo. That all lead back to the question of 'Why me?'. It was a curiosity I was probably going to have to puzzle out on my own. Some other possibilities he could be dealing to would be gangs or terrorists. That thought made me shudder.
Afternoon slowly turned to evening and left me with more questions than I could possibly remember or probably ever gain answers to. About the time that the little clock above the doorway hit five, he switched his ringer off and hit a few other buttons. Setting it up to go to voicemail or the answering machine I assumed.
He spent approximately an hour more working on paperwork before capping his pen and sliding it in the mesh wire cup that housed the rest of his writing utensils and a rather sharp looking silver and gold letter opener. I'd fantasized about things I could do with it. Grasping the decorative handle of the imitation stiletto dagger and plunging it into his heart was a favored fantasy. The thought struck me that it might not be imitation but I shook that off. No need to do something suicidal.
If he dealt in weapons then surely he had at least one within reach or on his person at all times. A dagger and I versus a man who knew his pop-guns. No scenario that ran through my head ended well for me.
He finally got up and held out his hand, to which I handed him my book. He took it, laid it on his desk and held out his hand again. There was only one other thing I could put there without pissing him off. With a mental scoff, I put my own hand in his and got to my feet.
"Come." He said before walking out the door. He was so assuming that I was always just going to follow along after him. One day he'd regret that.
Having no other real option, I began following him and was confused for a minute before realizing we weren't going back to the room I had been staying in. This reminded me of what he'd told me this morning. That I'd be starting my punishment for running away tonight. Suddenly, I was nervous of what was about to happen. Where was I going to sleep? I prayed to God that it wasn't with him.
He led me to the back of the second floor to a set of double doors, opening one and leaving it open. Mindlessly I closed it as I entered in behind him.
"Go use the restroom, shower and dry your hair, then put on your pajamas." He instructed, facing away from me as he inspected something on the other side of his bed. From here I couldn't see it at all. Oh well, I'd find out shortly I supposed.
I went into his bathroom and stopped where I stood. This was way too big for just one man. The room was done in dark grays and creams with black cabinets. There was a large double sink vanity with a tall mirror that stood alone in the center of the room. From the open door on the left, I could see that the toilet was sectioned off from the rest of the bathroom. That left me to guess that the door on the right side of the room either contained toiletries, towels and such or was another of his closets. Which led me to wonder how many clothes one man could have. I had noticed back in his bedroom that there was a doorway that was covered with a supple black velvet curtain and then next to it was a typical closet door that had the door handle right in the center.
Behind the standalone sinks was a large black oval bathtub, most likely the one Jasper had bathed me in. Opposite of it was a large shower stall that had gray tile on both of the walls and the floors, but the walls that kept the water in were both made of crystal clear glass. No frosting, no decorative scrolls, just glass. On the plus side, there were multiple shower heads that I knew would feel heavenly.
I removed my dress and underclothes, laying them neatly on the countertop before taking care of business. After I was finished, I headed straight to the shower, turning it on hot and hoping the room steamed up nice and thick.
There was something I hadn't done the past couple of weeks that I thought would be good to help me relax for tonight. I hadn't had the opportunity to come because Joseph was always impatiently awaiting me so he could drop me off at Jasper's office. Now though, it was just El Diablo and I and he was distracted from what I could tell in the other room.
I didn't know what he was doing, but it sounded like he was rearranging furniture from the noises coming from the room. Sometimes you'd hear a grunt or growl come from him along with some muffled banging. I guess whatever he was fighting with in there was fighting him back.
Hopefully the steam from the room would heat the tiles beneath my feet because those suckers were freezing.
The door slid open silently and I turned the knobs to get the water just right. After dancing around a bit on the icy tile, I checked the water and sighed in relief as I stepped in.
I picked up a familiar bottle of freesia scented bodywash with a bit of a grin, thankful that I didn't have to use his soap and come out smelling like a man. Although, that could be a good deterrent...
I put the notion out of my head as I languidly lathered up my body. I paid special attention to my breasts and nipples, squeezing them and rolling the peaks between my fingers. I bit my lip as I began thinking about one of my recurring fantasies staring my two best friends. I knew there was no way in hell it would ever happen, but it served my purposes perfectly.
It was so easy to envision them in the meadow, wrestling around and playing before Jake would pin Edward to the ground and trapped Edward's wrists beside his head. Jake leaning down to kiss Edward, maybe or maybe not for the first time.
One of my hands left my breasts and started heading farther south to one of my favorite locations. Just because I was a virgin didn't mean I'd never came or didn't enjoy masturbation. I'd found out after Alice asked me about it that I was rather curious so I tried it and pretty much fell in love. I refocused myself on my thoughts as I drug the very tips of my fingers along my nether lips, biting my lip and reminding myself to stay silent. Next I circled my clit with my index finger as I imagined Jake starting to head to the promised land on Edward, only to have him stop Jake. Jake saying 'Don't think, just feel.' with a gleam of heated lust in his dark eyes before he continued on his merry way.
I squeezed my tit harder and pinched my nipple tightly, praying for a bruise not to pop up, lest it would give me away. Getting a tad bit of paranoia, I glanced over my shoulder to see nothing out of the ordinary except steam filling the place up. Closing my eyes again, I began flicking and pinching my clit as my thoughts conjured up images of Jake unzipping Edwards pants with his teeth and worshiping his thick cock with his tongue and lips.
I couldn't help but pant but tried to keep that quiet too. Reaching up, I grabbed the detachable shower head and set it to the massage setting. I slipped it between my legs and focused it directly on my clit. My images came back as I closed my eyes, now Edward had threaded his fingers through Jake's hair and was practically fucking his face with his own head lolled back on his shoulders, his eyes glazed.
I was so close, he was so close. I leaned against the wall in support, reveling in the feel of my clit throbbing, my juices leaking out of me and getting washed away by the stream of water. My head fell back against the tile as my heart pounded, sending that blood through my veins to all the good and swollen places.
The moment my fantasy Edward went rigid as his release shot out in Jake's awaiting mouth, I had to bite my lip to keep myself from crying out as I too came hard due to my recent dry spell. I wanted to collapse like a limp spaghetti noodle, but knew that would be a bad idea because then I'd have to explain myself and I knew Jasper was not a stupid man. He'd know and then all my showers would be monitored. I couldn't have that. I needed to have this one thing for myself.
I waited a few moments until I felt I could stand again on my own before pulling the hair tie out and scrubbing my hair twice with some fancy looking shampoo before conditioning. I missed my old strawberry shampoo already. I let gravity do it's thing and let all my fluids come out of me while dealing with my hair before washing that area again. I didn't need to have a wet stain on my pajama bottoms to explain either.
After I felt clean enough I turned the water off and dried off with the towel, wrapping my hair up in another that was hanging right outside the stall. When I deemed myself dry enough not to drip everywhere and potentially cause myself to fall, I got out and headed over to the sinks. Gone was my dress and a pair of navy cotton pajama pants and the usual camisole with a dryer sitting on top was in its place. No underwear in sight.
I huffed to myself as I tucked the towel extra tight around me and plugged in the dryer. Shaking my hair loose, I dried it the best I could with the towel before getting to work with the blow dryer. Twenty minutes later my hair was nice, silky and dry. I chanced sliding the top drawer of the set between the two sinks open and was pleasantly surprised to find a few hair ties. His was long enough to pull most of the top back in a ponytail despite the fact I'd only seen him wear it loose. If he let it grow much longer, he'd be able to pull it back in a full ponytail. I mentally shook myself. Why the hell was I thinking of him?
I firmly told my brain to stop that shit and hoped that he didn't mind me borrowing one of the hair ties if they were indeed his. I pulled my hair up into a bun, much like he'd put it up earlier before hurriedly dropping the other towel and throwing my pajamas on. I cleaned up after myself by hanging up the towels to dry, fishing out another towel out of the closet and hanging it up next to the stall before finally putting the blow dryer away under the left sink.
I spotted my toothbrush in the cup holder and wanted badly to clean my teeth but he hadn't said to yet. Hopefully he'd let me before I went to sleep. I inspected things once more before turning and heading back out to the lion's den.
The lion himself was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding two mugs. He held one out to me and I approached him slowly. I was no less wary of him despite his recent niceness. I took the mug gingerly, enjoying the warmth seeping into my fingers. I slowly inhaled the steam rising and it smelled like hot chocolate but it was a little different.
"It's Champurrado, Mexican hot chocolate. I thought it may help you sleep. Now drink up carefully." I had a feeling that the day he raised his voice was probably going to be the day someone's head rolled. I've seen bits of anger in the narrowing of his eyes and the subtle change of the color. I've seen contentment when he'd lean back in his chair for a while after lunch with the newspaper. But I'd never really seen him smile other than that bit of a smirk this morning and I'd never heard him yell. The lack of display of emotion disturbed me a little, but I tried to shrug it off.
I brought the mug to my lips and blew on the steaming chocolatey drink for a few minutes before taking a sip. It had a wonderful flavor and I'd missed having hot chocolate from when I'd lived in Forks. Once I'd moved to Phoenix I didn't much have use for it since it stayed warm all year. I could tell the differences though, being able to taste the anise and piloncillo. I marveled over the fact that I'd remembered those two ingredients. I'd seen a recipe for this drink before but had never had a chance to use it. Charlie was more of a straight hot chocolate kind of man when he did drink it and the others preferred eggnog or boiled custard.
"Thank you, Master. It's wonderful." My guts twisted up at the use of the M-word.
He nodded and slowly started draining his own cup as he watched me intently. It didn't take me long to finish it. I noticed the very last drink though tasted a bit funny. I shrugged it off, reasoning that some of the ingredients settled down to the bottom in a concentrated form like all hot chocolate and chocolate milk does. He finished his own and set both mugs aside.
"Go brush your teeth and use the restroom if you need to." He turned around to get the bed ready.
I shuddered and turned around to quickly walk away. I peed and brushed my teeth long enough to have done it twice before making sure the sink was clean and turning around to face the inevitable. I think he'd notice if I tried to sleep in the bathtub.
As I walked back out, I noticed him at the foot of the bed on the far side. I also noticed something big and rectangular covered by a warm looking blanket. Was he going to make me sleep on top of that thing? My gut twisted again as he motioned me over.
Spinning me around where my back was against his chest, he took me by the upper arms and led me over to where we were about three feet in front of it.
"Pull the blanket off." He said softly in my ear.
I leaned forward and grabbed the edge, pulling the blanket off with ease. I saw what he'd been fighting with while I was in the shower.
What I saw made my eyes widen, my jaw drop and had me clutching the blanket to my chest. It was a cage of about three feet wide, three feet tall and four feet long. It looked a lot like a dog kennel but much stronger with the use of iron bars. In it was a four inch thick mattress looking thing that took up the entire space of the bottom and the pillow from the bed I slept on last. This was what he'd meant by earning my bed. This was the punishment he'd talked about.
I shook my head, but with the motion came dizziness. I tried pulling away from him to no avail and realized my fight wasn't up to par. The realization was like a smack upside the head. He'd drugged me. That was the funny last taste of the hot chocolate.
"You drugged me..." I accused with a slight slur.
"I did. I was told of your ride down here when you snapped and started beating against the dividing wall. I don't need you hurt and the both of us need our sleep. That drink was to help you sleep, like I said earlier. Now get in there and lay down like a good girl."
I shook my head and resisted despite knowing the futility. He picked me up by my waist and carried me the last few feet and swung the door open. It took up almost the entire front of it so it wouldn't be hard for him to stuff me in there himself. He lowered me to the floor slowly, the drug taking a more profound effect and robbing me of the ability to fully stand on my own. He let me go once I was sitting and stepped back.
"Don't make me put you in there. You are going in one way or the other. If you do it you'll get your blanket. If I have to, you'll not only lose your blanket privilege but you'll receive a spanking. You've been good, don't ruin it." He advised with an easy tone as if he were explaining two different ice cream flavors to choose from.
I sighed and knew that I would lose if I fought. I also knew that I would be miserable without my blanket and there was no telling how long he'd keep it. I sighed as my vision blurred and a tear dripped from each eye. I turned and crawled in, feeling more and more like his literal pet. The only comfort was that the floor padding was soft and now I wouldn't have to worry about someone doing something to me in my sleep. If they did they'd have to get me out of this cage first or come into it with me and Jasper didn't seem to be the type to have his 'property' messed with.
"Lay down." His voice started sounding farther away and I easily succumbed to the command. My body felt so heavy. I curled up to my pillow as he tossed the blanket in and rearranged it around me where it covered me entirely. I was only awake long enough to register the sounds of the door shutting and the click of a lock as he secured it for the night.
"Goodnight Isabella." His words were faint as they followed me into the darkness.
AN: Ok, let's get one thing straight before you freak out on me. Be reminded that this is a dark story. If you want sunshine and rainbows, go elsewhere. We will not change Jasper nor will we change her situation. This is the beginning, meaning things will get really dark before we can start heading back towards the light. Just keep that in mind.
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