Chapter Eight

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Phoebe's P.O.V

I fluttered my eyes open and realised I slept in my clothes, I was even more shocked when I realised no one had come in my room last night. Groaning I climbed out of bed and switched on the shower. Glancing in the mirror I looked at myself disgusted, my make-up was smeared and I looked like a tramp. My lips were still purple and swollen from Isaac's lips. Sighing I raised my fingertips to my lips, stroking them softly.

I stepped into the scalding hot shower and let a hiss pass through my teeth. All the knots in my muscles loosened and I breathed a sigh of relief. Lathering in my shampoo I turned my thoughts to Dad. God he's pissed off, but I stand my ground. Why can't I have a normal life, like everyone else? I went to the cinema without permission, so what? I don't need permission to watch a movie. I certainly don't need to let Dad know about Isaac.

Shit Isaac! I quickly jumped out of the shower and went to proceed to the bedroom, naked. My blackberry was flashing red, signalling I had a message. I unlocked my phone and felt my heart quicken when I saw that Isaac had text me.
Isaac: Good Morning Beautiful, hope you had good sleep. When can I see you again? I'm free today x

I chewed my lip and put on a bra and panties. Shit I'm probably grounded and there is no way my Dad will let me out with a guy let alone Isaac Hayes.
Phoebe: I wish I could…x

I placed my phone on the bed and opened my wardrobe. I picked up a creamy blouse and some dark blue jeans keeping it simple and comfy, my phone buzzed on my bed and I leant over to pick it up.
Isaac: Then why don't you? I can't stop thinking about you x

My heart fluttered and I sucked in breath. Oh Isaac.
Phoebe: I got caught sneaking to the cinema, I think I might be trouble. X

I sat at my dresser and applied my makeup and let my hair go into a messy bun. Sat at the end of my dresser was my laptop, I eyed it curiously before grabbing it and sitting on the bed crossed legged. Once was loaded up I searched 'BDSM' and was shocked by the results. Isaac likes this stuff? I clicked on video and plugged in my headphones. I was shocked, yet curious about this. I saw a man wearing black leather pants and a woman gagged being spanked by a flogger, I saw tears streaming down her face. I shut the laptop and yanked the earbuds out of my ears. I couldn't watch anymore. It's not that bad, is it? I ran my hands through my hair, tangling up my messy bun even more. I swung my legs off the bed and left the room unaware that my phone was flashing.

I tiptoed into the living room, hoping my father wasn't there. I breathed a sigh of relief when he wasn't and went to the kitchen to eat my cheese on toast. Washing my hands, I turned to Gail, 'thank you'. She smiled warmly at me and I started to walk away and maybe crack on with my coursework.

'Where do you think you're going?' I turned around on my heel and saw my father leaning against the door frame with a blank expression. 'To do my coursework' I stated firmly and crossed my arms. That's right bitch, stand your ground. I glared at my father and pursed my lip. 'I want to talk' Father stated back at me, 'There isn't anything to say, father' I saw a flash of pain roll through his face and immediately regretted it. I looked down and sighed, 'Phoebe, come into my study please' father tried to reason with me and I nodded and walked in quietly taking a seat in a plush chair. Father shut the door and sat down staring intently at me waiting for me to make the first move, He does this to intimidate me I swear. I gave in, 'Look I'm sorry I went without your permission but nothing happened to me, I just wanted to have fun and live a normal life' I looked at my father with pleading, puppy eyes hoping it would affect him like it did when I was ten.

I saw anger flex in his face and I cursed under my breath. 'Do you know how hard I try to keep my children safe? You should be grateful for getting these privileges, no other child does. So be fucking grateful!' he gritted through his teeth. 'I don't want them though! I don't need anyone looking after me, I'm a teenage girl and quite frankly it's embarrassing' I unclenched my fist, flexing my fingers trying to keep my cool. 'I don't care, I won't risk the lives of my children' he stood up and I followed lead, 'by what? Going to the cinema?!' I raised my voice and father reciprocated, 'End of discussion Phoebe! You are not to leave the house today, go.' I was on the verge of tears and I walked out quickly not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

Ana's P.O.V

I decided to clean up in Phoebe's room and wait till Christian had talked to her. It took a lot to calm him down last night, but I somehow managed it. I smirked to myself replaying the scenes of last night in my head. Bending down and getting hit by the flogger on my ass until it was raw. Christian's massive cock sliding in and out of my pussy, teasing me and stopping my orgasms. Being thrown across the wooden table in our new playroom and fucked until couldn't take it anymore. I could feel myself getting wetter and blushed crimson, trying to brush away the thoughts I picked up Phoebe's laptop and placed it on her dresser accidently swiping it that it lit up.

My eyes widened at the bright screen in front of me. There was a lady strapped up and gagged and a man was teasing her. Why was Phoebe looking at that? Please don't tell me she's into that stuff… I raised my hand to my mouth to stifle a gasp. Maybe she's just curious? Just because she's curious doesn't mean she wants to, right?

My eyes were directed to a flash on her pillow and I glanced at the door. Seeing no one I decided to relive the phone and saw three unread texts.
Sophie: Hey hope you're okay, hope your dad wasn't being a dick towards you again.

I glared at the phone then tried not to burst into giggles. I proceeded to the next message and saw two unread from Isaac.

Isaac: Well I hope you're not grounded baby, I miss you x
Isaac: I wondered if we could talk, you know about what I said at the ball. I need to explain it to you give me a ring x

Wait, he wouldn't mean the stuff that Phoebe was looking at right? And 'baby'? They're dating? Oh Phoebe what have you got yourself into? I don't think I can hold Christian back from this. But I can't tell him, can I? I groaned and sat waiting for Phoebe to return so I could find out then figure out what to do.

Phoebe's P.O.V

My mum was sat on the bed with a really pale face. Her legs were tucked under her and I saw my laptop sprawled next to her with my phone clutched in her hand. Shit, she knows. 'Mum?' I managed to squeak out. She snapped out of her thoughts and I shut the door so Dad wouldn't have a panic attack if he saw her.

'You're seeing Isaac?' I sat next to her facing her and nodded. 'Please don't tell Dad' I pleaded, mum sighed and looked at me in my eye, 'why didn't you tell me?' a flash of disappointment flickered across my face. 'I just started seeing him yesterday, I wanted to tell you but Dad was angry at me for sneaking out' I looked down and fiddled with my fingers. Then I realised something.

'What were you doing on my laptop?' I looked confused. Mum reached next to her to grab the laptop and turned it to me, 'Why were you watching this?' I looked in horror as the video I was previously watching, played before me. 'Mum, I can explain' I stammered. Mum climbed to the top of my bed and sat on my pillows, 'you better' she had a blank expression, like she didn't know what she was feeling.

'I was curious' I stammered, how was I supposed to tell her about Isaac, I haven't even talked to Isaac about it let alone make love. Make love? Really Phoebe, cringey. 'What sparked that curiosity then Phoebe?' she probed. Oh shit, didn't think that through. 'Um' I started, Mum looked at me, 'Phoebe tell me please' she grabbed my hands and I sighed. 'I can't' I chewed my lip hoping mum wouldn't press any further.

'Why Phoebe? I'm your mother' I sighed, 'because I don't know exactly what's going on myself' I looked up into my mother's big brown eyes that I sadly didn't inherit. 'Talk to me' my mum's eyes pleaded and a scuffled next to placing my head in her lap. 'Don't get mad' I started and mum stroked the hair off my face, 'I won't just talk to me' I sighed and buried my head in her lap to get comfy. Just like when I was six. 'Well remember the ball?' I felt her nod and carried on, 'Well I was getting on really well with Isaac and he gave me his number but her told me he like heavy sexual stuff that would scare me so I told Soph because she's my best friend and I was confused.' I felt my mum tense underneath me, 'sorry but I felt like it was easier to talk to Sophie,' I felt mum stroke my stray hair so I continued, 'she suggested BDSM and I didn't understand why people like it so I searched it, but mum I met him yesterday and god he was amazing, the way he held me and he looks at me like Dad looks at you and I'm really falling for him' a tear fell from my eye, 'I don't know what to do' I sobbed and mum wrapped her arms around my and rock my body, 'shush Phoebe, it's okay'

After I finished sobbing I sat up and mum looked at me rubbing the smudged mascara off my face, I gave her a weak smile, 'mum…' I started weakly. 'Phoebe I need you to listen to me' I nodded. 'If you think you're falling for him then fine, I won't tell your dad but promise me that you will never feel pressured into doing something you don't want to do' I nodded, 'I promise mum'

'If anything happens then please tell me or dad. You know we worry and that's only because we love and care for you' I gave her sweet smile and nodded, 'you're not mad about the BDSM stuff?' she sighed 'I understand' wait what? 'What do you mean you understand it?' she looked sheepishly at me and I realised, 'oh god ew! You and dad have a BDSM lifestyle?'

Mum nodded and gave a lovesick smile, 'it's not all bad Phoebs' I looked in disgust 'doesn't dad hurt you? How can you stand it?' Mum's face fell, 'it's not that bad and no your dad doesn't hurt me Phoebe!' her face seethed of anger, 'He's a loving caring man your dad is, yes this is what we do but we don't do it all the time and when we do it's for both of our pleasures' I nodded 'sorry mum but ew you had to tell me!' I face planted my pillow and groaned whilst my mum just laughed.

I lifted my head up from the pillow 'Mum why do you and dad do it? Don't give me any details I feel sick just knowing' I gave a sick smile and mum brushed the stray curls up into my bun tucking it safely there. 'Your dad did it before he met me and I was a virgin, he never knew of making love that sort of lifestyle. You remember we told you about his mother?' I nodded and felt a wave of sadness rush over me. 'Well your dad was a real trouble maker when he was younger and this woman' mum's face turned to disgust 'took advantage of your fifteen year old dad and introduced him to a BDSM, Dominant, Submissive lifestyle and that's all he knew until he met me' Her face turned dreamy and I felt disgust 'yes I was introduced to it but I lost my virginity to him and I guess we compromised with love making and kinkery fuckery' she shrugged 'it's enjoyable and we like it, there's nothing wrong with it' I chucked a pillow at her, 'no more mother!' she laughed and walked out. I felt sick, I still don't understand how it's pleasurable.

I sighed and walked to Jaxon's room, he was playing with his lego blocks, 'hello there baby boy, what'cha got?' he smiled his childish grin and lifted them up to show me 'lego blocks!' he exclaimed like it was the most amazing thing in the world. I laughed at him and helped him build his lego tower he wanted to show daddy.

After I had tea and showered I locked my bedroom door and grabbed my phone I had six unread texts from Isaac

Issac: Hope you're okay. Do you want to talk?x
Isaac: Baby are you okay?
Isaac: Seriously answer it's been hours
Isaac: I don't have much patience
Isaac: Baby please I'm worried x
Isaac: If you don't answer in a hour, then I'm coming over.

I looked at the time it's been forty five minutes, I clicked on his name and pressed the call button. Thank god the room is soundproof. See I use to talk in my sleep, no one could understand them but I was really loud apparently. I've stopped now I think but when I was younger I never stopped and it use to frighten my dad that someone was in my room, so they soundproofed the walls but now I have guards at the bottom of my balcony so I can't sneak out. It's like prison but whatever.

'Phoebe?' I heard a voice at the other end and snapped out of my thoughts, 'Isaac! Sorry, just wanted to let you know I was fine' I heard him breathe a sigh of relief and allowed a goofy smile to spread across my face, 'happy?' I laughed and he replied, 'yes of course' I swore I heard a smirk cross his face.

After several moments of comfortable silence passed Isaac decided to break it, 'how was your day?' I groaned and turned my back to the balcony Isaac laughed and asked, 'I take it things didn't go too well with your dad?' I bit my lip and sighed. 'No, he assumes that if I have no security guards or anything then I'm totally unsafe and at risk,' 'I kind of agree with your Dad on this one Phoebe' I groaned, 'you to?' his tone turned serious, 'if anyone hurt you Phoebe…' I smiled in triumph to myself, then frowned 'but it means I won't be able to see you' I let the sadness trail through my voice and felt the tears brimming in my eyes. Fucking hell I'm depressing lately.

'that's not true baby' I laughed at his denial, 'that's sweet that you'll try but I don't want to crash and burn, I'll end up hurting' I sighed and let a tear trail down my face 'so you don't want to see me?' I heard the hurt in his voice and shook my head, 'no I want to see you more than anything' I rubbed my eyes and crossed my arm around my waist. 'Turn around then' his voice was too loud to be a whisper but I heard the quietness of his voice, 'what?' I turned around and there in all his glory was Isaac. His wavy curls damp from the rain curled above his deep ocean blue eyes. His leather jacket hugged his torso and his deep blue navy jeans fit him perfectly. He let out a raspy laugh and I lifted my fingers to my lip and dropped my blackberry. 'Hey baby' his soft rosy lips turned into a smirk, 'Isaac, what are you doing here?' I asked in confusion and felt his damp, strong arms wrap around my waist just the way I like it.