All Red

by xDreamlessx

Since the loss of her mate, Victoria has been single-mindedly focused on Bella. At first she only wanted to kill her, but in stalking her she also developed an intense attraction to her, and instead she finds herself abducting the young girl and maybe even keeping her. Bella/Victoria.

5. Chapter 5

AN: It's funny how one reviewer said they get nervous when I don't post an AN, lol. Don't worry, everything's okay. I hit a bad patch of depression recently, but I don't intend to let that affect the story. Just the ANs, lol. Seriously, though, the story should be fine. I've been struggling to concentrate sometimes, but I think it's still turning out okay. In any case, here's the chapter. Hope you like it. :)

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Chapter 5:

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The girl fell asleep in exhaustion at some point in the night and by morning I had come to the resolution that it was time to be more strict with her. I pulled the covers off the bed and smacked her bare ass to wake her up.

"Wake up," I commanded. "It's morning."

She groaned and rolled over, completely naked. Bruises on her bicep in the shapes of thumbprints or fingers, bruises on her legs. Her eyes cracked open and blinked in the dim light that leaked through the curtains. She looked at me where I stood there equally naked, my arms folded under my ample breasts, and she said in a croaky voice:

"I'm still tired."

I snorted. Funny how a good night's sleep could make a girl all impudent again. "Now, Ms Swan," I said. "I'm done pampering you. From now on, you're going to do what I say. Get up and get in the shower. Let's go."

She swung her sleepy eyes toward the bathroom and then groaned and collapsed back onto the bed as if to go back to sleep.

"Now, Ms Swan," I told her.

"Fuck's sake," she mumbled into the pillow. "Is it too late to just let you kill me instead?"

I grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her up, almost tearing her hair out by its roots.

That woke her up.

She screamed and tried to thrash away. I pulled her out of the bed, her naked legs flailing about, and smashed her head into the closet doors. That stopped the screaming. But the doors were fairly loose on their hinges so it didn't do too much damage. I bashed her head into it again for good measure and then let her fall. She sunk down onto the carpet and shuffled backwards, groaning, half-dazed. There were loose strands of hair in my hand that had been pulled out of her head and now I lifted the hand and blew the hair away.

She had scrambled backward until her back was against the wall, just under the window. Her hair was all fallen over her face and she glared up through that dark curtain like some dishevelled witch on the floor. I approached her with a cocky swing in my hips and stood looking down at her with a smile. I hope she realized that I would not be made a fool of ever again. Then again, maybe she didn't. She kept her knees closed and she had a hand clawed in her hair where it hurt and she looked up at me.

"Oww," she said blandly.

No fear. Not even anger. My smirk turned down at that.

"Get up from there," I said.

She didn't answer, she just continued to sit there expressionlessly. Looking up at me as if I was no more than another piece of furniture. Her insubordination displeased me greatly and confused me as well. Last night she had all but prostituted herself in exchange for her life and now this morning she seemed to have no regard for it at all. What did the gray light of day reveal to her that made her so apathetic?

As the silence stretched on, she let her hand fall out of her hair. It fell limply, like something dead, and landed in her lap. Her eyes were still half-squinted from sleep and now she blinked them slowly and snorted and shook her head.

"I should've just let you kill me," she said.

I scoffed. "Well, I'm afraid that luxury is no longer available to you. Get up."

"And if I don't?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. Then I used my foot to kick open her legs.

She was sitting back against the wall and her chief reaction was annoyance. She let her legs open and even opened them herself to stop me from kicking at her feet. She didn't know what I was going to do but she clearly wasn't afraid, not of rape nor anything else. She sat there and looked up at me insolently, her legs open, her pussy exposed, not even caring.

I stepped forward and stomped on her pussy.

Not hard. Just enough to make a point. She hissed and winced in pain. I smirked at that. It was time she learnt who really had the power here.

"You should have got up when I gave you the chance," I said. "Now you can't."

I ground my foot into her pubic bone, just to humiliate her. She winced at it but she didn't even make a move to push my foot away. She just sat there with her hands at her sides, palms upward on the carpet like a discarded doll, and then she looked up.

"Stop it," she said. "I have to pee."

Her lack of fear or any suitable reaction at all was irritating me and I gave her a kick in the vagina with my toe. That one seemed to hurt. She winced and looked away and I probed my big toe into the dry folds there. I smirked, finally beginning to feel like I was taking control.

"Go ahead and pee," I said. "Out here like an animal."

She looked up in a half squint. "You want me to pee on your foot?" she asked blandly. "I knew you were sick, but damn."

I gave her vagina another sharp jab of my toe. She grimaced at the pain silently and looked away.

"I gave you a chance to go to the bathroom and you choose this instead," I said. "So now you can just sit there and enjoy it."

She looked down at my foot. My big toe was stroking her entrance, up and down. Teasing it. The toe nail was painted red. She made no move to stop me and I could already feel her twitching down there. She lifted her eyes and glared up at me. I had my hands on my hips and I smiled down at her like a queen.

After a while she looked away. She didn't even bother trying to not like it. She still seemed half asleep, blinking at the other wall and sitting there with her legs open. That dampened my own enjoyment of it somewhat but she would perk up soon. She was already getting moist and now I wriggled my toe into her vagina. It was a very tight space and a small grimace passed over her face as it was penetrated by the nub of my toe. I smirked and curled up my toe inside her, making her grimace some more. Then I pushed it in further and took it out and pushed it in again and jiggled it about like a small vibrator.

She gasped in a quiet breath. Finally she turned her eyes down to the foot and looked at it. A subtle sort of desperation had come into her face, as if she wanted to take the foot in her hands and push it further inside her. Her eyes rose along my leg, along the entire white length of it, and looked up at my face. I smiled at those first signs of submission.

"Go ahead, Ms Swan," I told her pleasantly. "Maybe my foot could use a little guidance, hm?"

She didn't move, she just glared at me. I gave her a sharp jab of my toe that made her wince.

"Do it," I ordered.

She hated to give in so quickly but she didn't seem to have a whole lot of pride left over. She lowered her eyes once more to my foot and then she put her hands on it. Not to push it away but to hold it there. She moaned and pushed the toe deeper into herself, letting her vagina clench around it in a horny squeeze.

I smiled and extracted the toe slowly and pushed it in again. She was getting wetter and her eyes seemed to be getting even more dark and sleepy. She caressed my ankle with surprising willingness and guided the toe back into herself, allowing a moan to come out of her. Her eyes were closed by now and she continued to stroke my foot for a while until she moved one her hands to her clit and began to rub it with a fingertip.

I watched her do it, pleased at her compliance. Her other hand soon moved to one of her breasts and she began to massage it into her chest like a lump of dough, moaning with her eyes closed and rubbing her clit as she enjoyed the shallow penetration of my toe into the wet tunnel of her vagina. I snorted at the display.

"Look at you," I said. "An you call me disgusting."

She opened her eyes. The eyelids only opened halfway and there was very little anger in them or none at all. The submission seemed to agree with her.

"Whatever," she said. "Just keep fucking me, bitch."

I pursed my lips and pushed my toe in more forcefully. It only made her gasp in pleasure and toss her head, her eyes falling closed again.

I wasn't sure if I liked that attitude but I didn't want to act recklessly. And I did have to admit that she looked awfully sexy like that, sitting against the wall with her legs open as she fondled herself with both hands like a wanton slut so desperate that she would orgasm from being stepped on.

She smiled and opened her eyes again and gave her own boob a squeeze as she gazed up at me. Her cheeks were flushed and her fingers were working very fast at her clit. She was close to climaxing. Her tongue came out and licked over her lips and her eyes raked over my tits in unmistaken lust and she groaned deep in her throat and clenched tightly with her vagina.

"Mmm," she moaned with a sort of sleepy arrogance. "You really are so fucking sexy…"

She seemed to be speaking to my tits. It made them throb. Then she lifted her eyes to mine and smiled cockily. I felt an incredible rush of want for her, a deep growl in the pit of my stomach, and I fought it back because I hated to let her have that power over me. This whole thing seemed to be backfiring. What was I even trying to prove here? I wasn't sure I remembered.

But I wasn't going to let her have the victory so I returned her cocky look with a cocky look of my own and then I lifted my hands and fluffed out my fiery red hair with a lascivious preen of my chest to showcase my breasts before putting my hands on those large globes and giving them a gentle stroking.

"You like that, Ms Swan?" I asked her. "You want to see more?"

Finally her expression darkened. Just a bit. It was enough to take the edge off her gloating but she even seemed to enjoy the dominance. She continued to touch herself as she watched me stroke my breasts and I smirked at her until she was on the verge of orgasm. Her naked chest was heaving and her fingers were dimpled into one of her tits and finally I shoved my toe into her vagina and curled it down and twisted it around, like squishing an insect.

She gasped and closed her eyes and tossed aside her head. I could feel her vagina spasming on my toe and I could see her face and her body scrunch up and shudder. She had gone silent and then finally she groaned and went loose and slumped there against the wall.

Smirking, I removed my toe and stood looking down at her. She didn't close her legs and she didn't open her eyes. Her chest and her shoulders were heaving up and down and the dark locks of her hair were spilled everywhere. After a while she stirred and lifted her head. I had my hands on my hips and a smirk on my mouth. She looked at me, her lidded eyes lingering over my body, and then she said:

"Can I go back to sleep now?"

For some reason those words enraged me. They made me feel unimportant, as if I had just done nothing to her. But I managed to restrain my anger and instead I smiled chidingly.

"Ms Swan," I said in a subtle reprimand. "Are you really so selfish that you're not going to offer to do me as well? What kind of whore are you?"

She blinked up at me tiredly. "You want me to go down on you?"

I smiled and stood with my feet apart, my hands on my hips, and a pleasant throb between my thighs.

"I would appreciate it, yes," I said.

She sat there for a while. Thinking over her next move. I was half expecting her to be difficult but she surprised me by sitting up and crawling toward me. Then she shifted onto her knees like a servant girl before placing her hands on my hips and looking up at me.

I didn't speak. The submissiveness caused the throb between my legs to intensify but I had to be suspicious of her motives. She clearly wasn't afraid of me right now. Could it be that she simply wanted to do it? Or was there something else in those beautiful dark eyes?

She smiled up at me liddedly, a smile that was more of a smirk, and then she leaned and kissed my entrance.

My heart jumped and it still amazed me how much I liked the touch of her lips. It wasn't even the physical sensation of softness. It was just her. I looked down at her and she kept her dark and gorgeous eyes on mine as she continued to kiss me there. I was already getting wetter. She tasted me and kissed some more and soon she lowered her eyes and began licking and probing at me with her tongue. I put my hands in her hair and held her there and she shifted higher on her knees into a better position as she gripped my hips and continued to eat me out with what felt like a genuine hunger.

I moaned and let myself enjoy it but it still didn't feel quite right. It felt like there had been some subtle role reversal and now it was her proving a point against me. Proving that submissiveness itself was a form of power. That none of this would be happening without her consent. That it was her who made the decision.

But I pushed all those thoughts away because in reality it was her on her knees at my feet and her head in my hands and her mouth plastered to my pussy. I groaned and thrust at her mouth with my hips, gazing down at her with my red and half-glazed eyes. She lifted her own eyes for a moment, passively, and then she lowered them and continued to focus on my clit. She was licking all around it and flicking it with her tongue and sucking at it, almost as if she liked it, and finally she bought me to a climax.

I came and stumbled slightly from the force of it, gripping her head and gasping with my hair spilled over my shoulders. I pushed it back and smoothed it away with my hands and looked down at her. She knelt there and looked up at me expectantly with her hands in her lap. Her eyes were empty and sleepy and there was basically no expression in them at all. I stood there breathing, unsure how to proceed. She sensed my indecision and smiled at it and then she leaned forward and gave my ebbing clit another little suckle that demonstrated very clearly what she had really been trying to prove by all this: that I no longer had the power to disgust her. Humiliate her. Force her. That by admitting her attraction to me she had robbed me of the power to rape her.

Her arrogance infuriated me but it consoled me to remember that I would have all day to break it. So without speaking I grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her up and threw her into the bathroom door.

The door was closed, of course, and she bounced off it like a rubber ball. The collision made her giggle, which was enraging enough, but she also happened to fall back into my arms causing me to catch her. She smiled as if she was only tipsy and I growled under my breath and opened the door and shoved her in.

I wanted to embarrass her by staying in the room with her while she did her morning business but she didn't put up much of a fuss. She hesitated slightly after lifting the toilet lid but then she just sat down and peed, naked, knees closed, avoiding to look at me as she did so by staring off at the wall. Much like a cat, a comparison which seem more apt than ever. I was glad that her face had finally darkened somewhat and I smiled at her as I waited. There was no sound in the room but for a light trickle and after a while she finished up and sighed and reached for some paper.

"Well," she said. "After everything you've put me through, you've finally managed to traumatize me. Congratulations."

I gave a small shrug, not answering. She wasn't the only one who could be a nonchalant bitch.

She glared at me and wiped up and then she flushed and rose and slammed down the toilet lid and glared again in my direction before moving to the sink to wash her hands and brush her teeth.

I watched her face in the mirror. Sullen. Dour. The toothbrush poking about the insides of her cheeks. Her hair was all matted and tangled and she didn't seem so sleepy anymore. I let my eyes drift over her body and it was surprising how attractive she seemed, standing at the sink all naked and pale without even any underwear on, a light dimpling of gooseflesh on her thighs and buttocks from the cold. The scene felt oddly domestic, like how partners or wives might begin their morning, and it made me smile. Her ass had the imprint of my teeth in it from where I had bitten her last night. A small crescent of teethmarks. I smirked at it and then I went over behind her and put my hand over her buttock.

She stopped brushing her teeth, glaring at me in the mirror over her shoulder. Then she spat. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her and placed my chin on her shoulder.

"I hope your horny again," I murmured. "I'm going to fuck you again in the shower."

There was a plastic tumbler on the sink and she filled it from the tap and rinsed her mouth and spat it out in the sink.

"If you think this shit is going to break me or whatever, think again," she said. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction."

My hands were still at her hips and now I used one of them to grab a possessive handful of her ass before whispering into her ear. "Oh, you're going to give me all the satisfaction I want from you, Ms Swan."

Then I released her and gave her buttock a subtle smack to get her moving.

"Into the shower," I ordered. "Let's go."

Without replying, she stepped in to the bath and stood there while I got in after her and closed the curtain around us. I made the water nice and warm and we took turns wetting ourselves under the showerhead. She obviously felt dirty enough that she didn't need to be forced.

"Now," I said, taking the light blue loofah from where it hung by a string on one of the tap handles. "Let's wash off this slutty little body of yours, hm?"

I dolloped some showergel on the loofah and frothed it up. She wasn't all that enthusiastic about what came next but she was at least eager to be clean. I began with her shoulders, touching the loofah to them very gently, and then I moved down to her chest and her breasts, the soap funnelling away over her nipples and along the outside of those soft white globes.

The loofah must've tickled but she didn't seem to have any reaction at all aside from a growing stiffness in her nipples. I admit, I was happy to see it, and I spent a bit of extra time on those lovely mounds, washing them very attentively as if she were some rare sculpture that required immaculate care. She watched my face the entire time and she made no attempt to hide her excitement. It was really quite astounding how much she had changed in the few short days since I had taken her. She was almost an entirely different person. She had gone from a shy and awkward highschool girl to this: the kind of girl who could shower with a woman who abducted her and stand there absolutely still and silent and without any kind of shame or discomfort at all as her breasts were tickled and fondled with a soapy loofah. She kept her eyes on mine boldly and after a while she even smirked.

"This is actually pretty hot," she said.

I snorted, stroking the loofah along the outside of her left breast. I knew how wily she could be and I took a moment to weigh her words for double meaning. It was always possible she was only trying to distract me so that she could bash me over the head with an anvil and make her escape.

"Lift your arms," I told her.

She did. Not even a hint of resistance. Her arms went out to her sides and she continued looking at me boldly, as if to ask if I had any other challenges for her. Her obedience was infuriating but wasn't this exactly what I wanted?

"Turn around," I said more coldly.

The chill in my voice made her smirk and she did what I told her, turning around in that tiny tub and keeping her arms out with water dripping from them.

"You know what's weird about you?" she asked loudly over the noise of the shower.

I began stroking the loofah along the length of her arms, trying to enjoy it but still rather peevish. "And what's that?"

"You're completely obsessed with me and yet I couldn't give a shit about you," she said. "That's kind of pathetic, don't you think?"

I lifted my eyes to the back of her wet hair.

Then I pushed her head into the wall in front of her.

Her skull bounced off the tiles and she made a small sound of pain but even that didn't seem to faze her very much. On the contrary, she even seemed to be developing a taste for it. She chuckled and smiled over her shoulder.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Something I said?"

I snorted and continued dragging the loofah over her arms and then underneath them and down her sides as well. "Before using the word pathetic so recklessly you might want to remember that it's you who was captured, kept, and promptly fucked into submissiveness. That's hardly any sterling reflection on yourself, is it Ms Swan? Any other girl in your situation would be beyond traumatized by now. Yet here you are making witty repartee while being hosed off so that I can rape you again. What does this say about you, hm?"

Now it was her who snorted. "It says I'm sick of your shit and I don't care anymore."

I smiled, pleased to have cracked her cockiness, and then I reached around and washed that soft area between her legs, hoping the ruffled sponge was tickling her as indecently as possible.

"I don't think so," I said. "Do you know what I think?"

"What do you think?"

I leaned to her wet ear and whispered under the drone of the shower. "I think you were a masochistic slut before I ever laid eyes on you."

Then I bashed her head into the tiles again.

Then I did it three more times.

Her skull bounced off the wall like a basketball and I giggled as she went all dopy and dazed from the impacts. I released her and she wobbled there for a moment before spinning around drunkenly and glaring at me with a hand on her head. The shower was spraying directly onto the hand and her wet hair was pitch black. I smiled at her, daring her to do something, and then she growled and—

Kissed me.

I was utterly shocked. And yet somehow I wasn't shocked at all. She flung herself at me and her tongue invaded my mouth and her arms were all but constricted around my neck. I grabbed a handful of her wet ass and began kissing her back, moaning and sucking on her tongue. An intense lust was stealing over me and making my throat burn. Her saliva seemed to both quench it and inflame it at the same time. Her tongue was mauling my mouth and then she bit down on my lip savagely and grabbed handfuls of my hair to try and push me down.

"You wanna fuck me?" she hissed. "Huh? You wanna fuck me so bad? Go ahead and fuck me then."

Either the strength in her thin arms was enough to force me onto my knees or maybe my legs gave way. It didn't matter. Somehow I ended up kneeling in the bath. She flung a leg around my neck and moaned loudly as my mouth mashed into her pussy. It was soaked with more than just water and we both moaned loudly as I began to eat it desperately.

Her whole leg was hooked around my head and my whole face was buried into her lower body. I could feel the water from the showerhead raining onto me and I could taste water along with her arousal. Her folds were unspeakably soft and silky and freshly soaped and I licked and nibbled at them with a hunger so intense that I had to restrain myself from crushing her whole pelvis in my hands.

Suddenly she was gasping and climaxing, still clutching my head there. The sounds were beautiful and high-pitched, as if the orgasm had taken her by surprise. Then they trailed off into groans and after a while her leg loosened and she stepped back, almost slipping on the wet surface of the tub. I rose and looked at her face. It was wet and flushed and the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I grabbed her head and kissed her powerfully, causing a weak moan to come out of her, and then I released her.

"Now who's the pathetic one?" I asked coldly.

She blinked her lidded eyes, still breathing heavy, and said: "Fuck you."

I smirked and let her catch her breath. I was pleased to have the advantage again. All morning it had felt like it was her with the upperhand. But not anymore.

She looked at me, her wet chest heaving, and then she looked down. The loofah was sitting there in a puddle of water and after staring at it for a moment she bent down and picked up. She wringed it out to get rid of the excess water and then she added more showergel and lathered it up. Then she looked at me and applied the sponge to my chest and smirked and began stroking it over my big wet tits.

I swallowed a lump in my throat.

So much for my advantage.

My pussy was throbbing very badly from how I had gone down on her moments ago and I had half a mind to force her onto her knees like she did to me. But I had to admit I was curious to see what she was going to do all on her own. She began with my breasts, of course, and then she moved on to my shoulders and arms and underneath my arms. She wielded the sponge very gently with a vague and satisfied smile over her mouth and then she went back to my breasts and passed the loofah over them and watched the soap rinse away before leaning to one of my nipples and sucking on it. The throb between my legs intensified even further but I still said nothing. I just watched as she moved to the other nipple and sucked on it and licked it and then straightened up and smiled at me boldly.

I expected her to sink to her knees but instead she sidled around behind me and began doing my back. What a fucking tease. I felt her drag the loofah over my shoulderblades and spine and down to the top of my buttocks. Then finally she lowered herself to her knees. I had the urge to turn around but I didn't want to appear overeager. She was doing my legs, not only using the loofah but her hands as well, applying the soap and rubbing it in with her palms, stroking every inch of my thighs and calves. My ass would've been right in front of her face and it made me self-conscious in a very girlish and out-of-character way to wonder what she thought about it. But then I didn't have to wonder any longer because I felt something touch it.

Her lips.

I almost giggled but I settled on a smirk instead. The kiss landed in the center of one of those round mounds and then she kissed again a little lower where it was softer and then again and again. I felt her nose brush against it and then her tongue and by now was she rubbing the loofah against my twitching pussy. I smiled and enjoyed the sensations for a moment and then she opened her mouth with a growl and bit in the soft flesh of my buttocks.

This time I did giggle.

"Oh my," I said. "Is my ass really so tantalizing that you simply can't help yourself, Ms Swan?"

She gave one of my buttocks a long lick with the flat of her tongue as if it were icecream. "Something like that," she said. "Turn around."

Still smiling, I removed the detachable showerhead and turned around for her. My pussy was very soapy so I rinsed it off for her while she knelt there patiently, naked, wet, her hair plastered to her head like a black helmet. I smiled down at her.

"So what is your plan, Ms Swan?" I asked her. "Hm? You're going to pretend to be all submissive and then what? You already know there's no way to escape and no way I'm going to let you go. I'm not trying to dissuade you, of course, but—"

She ignored me and wriggled her tongue into my vagina.

I winced from how nice it felt and bit my lip. Gosh. What had come over her this morning? I was looking down at her and she was gazing up at my eyes with her tongue inside me and the lower part of her face concealed. All I could see was her eyes and I had no idea what lurked in the dark depths of them. Perhaps she didn't either. She curled up her tongue inside me and probed at my throbbing interior and then she lowered her eyes and closed them and gripped my hips and began eating me out. I still had had the showerhead in my hand and I smiled and used it to sprinkle her like a plant.

It didn't take long for me to climax and after that we still had to wash our hair.

We shampooed at the same time and took turns rinsing and then we massaged conditioner into our hair and took a few moments to flirt while waiting for the conditioner to work. The girl had been mostly silent since rising to her feet but she did smile a time or two, vague smiles as if she knew something I did not. She was becoming quite a mystery, my dear Ms Swan, but I would her have solved soon enough.

After getting out of the shower we dried off with towels and I brushed her hair for her and blowdried it before doing my own. She stood by and watched me and rubbed her arms against the cold air. Her naked breasts were bunched between her arms and they looked very fetching indeed. She still hadn't spoken much but now she did.

"Can I at least put some clothes on?" she asked loudly over the hairdryer.

I smiled and shook my head with my flaming red hair billowing everywhere. "Nope."

"But it's cold," she insisted.

"Don't worry," I told her with a smirk. "I'll warm you up."

She sighed and looked away.

I switched off the hairdryer and put it down with a smirk. She didn't resist as I urged her gently back into the room but it seemed our escapade in the shower had drained much of her willingness. I told her to get onto the bed and she did so, crawling on all fours to the pillow against the headboard.

"I still haven't eaten yet, you know," she was saying.

"Nonsense. You've devoured me twice already."

"No offence, but a hamburger would taste better."

I ignored that remark because we both knew she was lying. The handcuffs were sitting on the dresser and now I took them and I climbed into the bed with her. She saw the handcuffs and didn't react much, one way or another. I closed one of the steel bracelets around her wrist and then I threaded the chain around the iron bar of the headboard and locked her other wrist as well.

She said nothing. She only stared at me sullenly. Finally I took a pillow and adjusted it behind her head so that she'd be comfortable. She snorted at the smirk on my face.

"Thanks for the handcuffs," she said. "At least that means I won't have to touch you."

I grinned at that and touched the tip of her nose. "Aren't you a witty little bitch this morning?"

"You should gag me as well," she added. "Then I won't have to eat your disgusting pussy, either."

My grin widened. Because that was nothing but sheer bravado. The poor thing was having a confusing day. She couldn't make up her mind if she wanted to pretend to be submissive like earlier or pretend to be defiant like now. Maybe she should try just being honest for once.

I leaned to her lips and kissed them softly and spoke into them.

"Is that really what you want, Ms Swan?" I asked softly.

She didn't answer. I had her cheeks cupped in my hands and I kissed her again.

"Decide now," I whispered. "You can have the gag or you can have my pussy. All you have to do is say."

I raised up to let her speak. She glared at me for a moment then she made her decision.

"Fine then," she said defiantly. "I'll have your pussy."

I smirked and leaned again to give her another kiss. Now that I was learning how to deal with it, I was beginning to like this new side of her. "I thought you'd feel that way," I whispered into her mouth. Then I rose and stood in the bed and then squatted over her face with my legs open, holding into the bar over the headboard for balance.

She looked up at me sullenly, her hands cuffed over her head. I smiled and rubbed my pussy against her lips, brushing it against her mouth and teasing it. She gave it a lick. Then another one. I began throbbing right away and I let out a low moan of pleasure, smiling and nudging my vagina into her mouth like a kiss. She kissed it back and licked it and after a while she spoke.

"Don't you ever get tired?" she asked.

I shook my head and used one hand to stroke her hair, keeping my other on the iron bar for balance. "Nope," I said. "Vampires have infinite stamina. I do hope you'll be able to keep up."

She licked me again, letting her tongue slide into the slit of my folds, and then she kissed it and moaned and licked some more, craning her neck upward. Her hands rattled against the handcuffs and then she stopped as she realized she had wanted to grope me. I smiled down at her and she snorted.

"You shouldn't have handcuffed me," she said. "Now I can't touch you."

My smile tilted into a smirk and then I used my hand to scoop up her head into my crotch, rubbing my wet pussy into her lips at the same time. "Well, I can't have you enjoying yourself too much, can I Ms Swan? Just be a good girl and do your best and we'll unlock you later on."

She didn't reply. She was wriggling her tongue inside me again.

I smiled and let my head loll backward, opening my thighs even further, squatting over her face and pushing my entrance at her mouth needfully. I was already on the verge of orgasm and I used a hand to toy with my clit while my other hand gripped the iron bar for balance like the reins of a horse as I continued to her ride her and grind on her mouth. Her tongue licked and lapped at my folds until finally my body rocked backwards on my heels and I hissed at the ceiling as the climax burst upwards into my body.

She continued licking obediently, as if she liked the taste of my moisture—and perhaps she did—and after a while I dismounted from her face and sat down on the bed. She continued to lay there, handcuffed, and I let out a satisfied sigh.

"Well," I said. "That was nice."

"My pleasure," she muttered.

I giggled and rolled on top of her and took her face in my hands and administered a warm kiss onto her mouth, once, twice, a third time.

"Mmm," I murmured into her mouth. "Be honest with me, Ms Swan. I'm wearing you down, aren't I?"

"If you're asking if I could go to sleep, then yeah."

I clucked my tongue at her stubbornness. Even after everything we had been through she wouldn't allow herself to admit it properly. Her face did look exhausted and the lower half of it was shiny and covered in pussyjuice. I smiled and began to lick it up for her, licking her lips, her chin, her cheeks.

"You silly thing," I murmured. "You just won't admit it, will you? But that's okay. It's only morning and we still have all day together. By the time we leave Port Angeles for Seattle tomorrow I'm all but certain I will have fucked you into slavery."

I raised up with a smile and used a corner of the bedsheet to wipe her face. Her eyes had gone dim and speculative.

"Do you think that's even possible?" she asked.

"What?"

"To fuck someone until they become your slave."

I smiled at the question and stroked her cheek. "I hope so," I said. "And you should too. After all, what's your alternative? Death?"

She looked up at me softly. "You could let me go."

The suggestion came out in all but a whisper and there was nothing in her tone of voice to suggest she actually thought I would. I smiled and placed a kiss on her lips.

"I'll let you go when I'm done with you," I whispered into her mouth.

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not. You'll see. Because by the time I'm done with you, you'll never want to go."

She didn't answer that and I smiled as I began trailing kisses along her jawline and neck.

Her chest was rather stretched out with her laying on her back with her arms cuffed over her head like that and her breasts had flattened considerably. I stroked them in my hands and massaged them into her breastbone and then I began pecking and licking at her nipples until they were hard. She made soft little moans, half in exhaustion, half in pleasure, and neither of us spoke for a while. Her moans were the only sound anywhere in the cold morning and her skin was almost gray in the gloom of the motel room. No lights were on and there was only a pale leaking of sunlight from the curtains. I moaned as well and I could feel myself becoming lost in the lushness of her body. It truly was obscene how much I had come to worship her flesh. It's scent, it's taste. Her nipples had gone as stiff as tiny pebbles and I gave them little nips of my teeth, fighting back the urge to bite harder and rougher. I wanted to literally eat her like a monster and yet more than that I just wanted to…

…make love to her?

The thought made my stomach churn even more than the hunger. Perhaps love wasn't the most appropriate word, but whatever. That's what it felt like. It was the scent of her blood that first drew me to her but it was the taste of her body that made me keep her and in that moment I realized that I could probably forego all appetite at all for her blood as long as I could continue to feast on her flesh.

I moaned loudly from the revelation and finally moved lower on her body, placing kisses on her taut little tummy until I came to her navel. I kissed that as well and tongued it briefly while stroking her sides with my hands and listening to her moans and then I moved down further between her legs.

She had gotten moderately wet and I smiled at it as I settled on my stomach, getting comfortable for what was going to be a very long meal. Already the scent of her arousal was tickling the insides of my head and my heart as well. Her breathing had gone heavy and she was looking down at me with her hands cuffed to the headboard, her chest rising and falling, her eyes dark and lidded. I smiled at her and nuzzled my cheek against the inside of her thigh affectionately, cat-like myself.

"Comfortable, my darling?" I asked her before getting started.

It was probably an insensitive question to a girl who was handcuffed to a bed against her will and she frowned and looked away. "Just get it over with."

I smiled at her and continue to rub my cheek against her thigh. "No need to be hasty. After all, the sooner you come, the sooner I'll just do it all over again. This isn't going to stop for quite a while."

Without waiting for her to comment on that, I turned my attention to her pussy and gave it a lick. Her taste gave me a flare of appetite and made me moan.

"Mmm," I murmured. "You're so delicious."

I gave her another lick. Then another one. Delicate little flicks of my tongue. Just to taste her and tease her. None of these licks made her shiver or moan but I suppose the poor thing was rather exhausted. I licked again, one more time.

"Mmm," I moaned, and then I paused to look at her. "Are you sure you're comfortable there, my dear? I can put pillows under your knees if you'd like."

She turned a glare to me. "This is pointless," she said. "How many times are you going to fuck me this morning?"

"No particular number. Just continually."

"You're fucking crazy."

"Crazy about you, perhaps."

"No. Just fucking crazy."

I smiled and used my fingers to stroke her folds, just softly, just to stimulate her while I spoke. "You bought this on yourself, Ms Swan," I said. "When I first took you, I was determined to be as gentle as possible. I treated you like a princess. A captured princess, but a princess nonetheless. But you took advantage of me, didn't you? You betrayed my trust over and over again. Maybe it was partly my fault for spoiling you. Maybe I should've been firmer from the beginning. But either way, I'm done trying to treat you properly. From now on, I'm going to do whatever I want to you, and I could not care less about how you feel about that."

My mouth was drifting forward to finally feast on that deliciousness between her thighs but she said:

"So why'd you ask if I'm comfortable then?"

I paused and looked up. She was glaring at me defiantly, cuffed, naked, slightly flushed. I snorted once and smiled. "Well," I said, grudgingly amused. "Perhaps I do care about your feelings just a little."

Then finally I pressed my mouth to her vagina and gave it a scrumptious kiss.

She moaned and moved her hips.

I ate her out very lavishly, with lots of loud moans and long licks. I dragged my tongue across every inch of her mound and I licked so hard and firm that her body rocked back on the mattress. She moaned with each lick and continued to get wetter. Finally I spread her folds with my fingers and licked inside them, swallowing down her welling moisture as her gasps turned to pants. Her body had begun to writhe and I could hear the handcuffs rattling against the iron. Neither of us spoke and neither of us needed to. The moans said it all. She could hear how much I wanted her and I could hear how much she liked it. The small red hole of her vagina was pumping softly, cute and desperate. I kissed it and licked at it to tease it, making her whimper, and then I inserted my entire tongue inside it. This caused her to gasp and arch her back. The chains jerked against the iron bar and she let out a helpless groan and finally she came.

The orgasm swept over her and left her in a sweaty heap of exhaustion. I was still licking at her and I didn't stop. The next climax was going to be a long time coming. But that was okay. We had all day.

Surprisingly, she never told me to stop. I would've ignored her, of course, but I thought she would've at least begged for rest a little. It made me wonder if she had finally given up or if perhaps she might've liked it but it was impossible to know for sure. Sometimes I didn't think even she knew. If her body could betray her, so could her mind. Maybe even her heart, as well. Who knows what kinds of things were occurring inside her. She was a mystery but that's what made her so fascinating. The more time she spent with me, the more she seemed to become removed from everything she ever was. She was already an entirely different person from the girl who lived with her father in that small town called Forks. Would she ever be the same? Or was this damage permanent?

By now she was on the verge of another orgasm. She still hadn't spoken. Not even one word. I was using my fingers on her and I had two of them inserted into the warmth of her vagina while I flicked my tongue at her clit. She came with a cry and I smiled at how her wet interior clenched on my fingers. I let the orgasm wash over her then I removed the fingers and popped them into my mouth. I was beginning to think her arousal was even tastier than her blood. In many ways, perhaps I wasn't even all that hungry for her blood anymore. The fact that feeding from her would also kill her was something of a turn off. I didn't know if I wanted to kill her anymore. As fun as it would be, I couldn't imagine it would be worth the price. This was so much better. Feeding from her flesh, her vagina. The welter of wetness that welled there infinitely so long as her heart continued to pump and clench in agonies of orgasm.

By noon she had climaxed twice more. She was breathless and on the verge of exhaustion and yet she still hadn't spoken. Not to ask for a break. Not to plead for respite. Her vagina had loosened quite a bit by now and it was quite gaping. I licked at it when my tongue and kissed it. So delicious. I put some fingers inside it and began feeling around. Her clit was swollen and inflamed and she made a sound of pain as I took it between my lips. Something between a whimper and a sob. I suckled at it like a tiny piece of candy until she finally came again, limply with a brittle whimper. I smiled and licked her and lifted slightly to look at her. Her hair was soaked with sweat and her eyes were closed. Her face was red and drawn and she looked like a girl with a very bad fever. Her hands were dangling loosely in the handcuffs and she didn't opened her eyes at all. I smiled and lowered my own eyes to the sloppy remains of her pussy and then I began to eat it all over again.

At some point she passed out. I wasn't even sure when. She had stopped moaning a while ago but I only realized when her vagina stopped reacting. I pouted and looked up and that's when I saw she was completely unconscious.

The poor thing. Naked, slumped, handcuffed. She looked like some abused slavegirl chained there, which I suppose is precisely what she was. How many times had she orgasmed? Four? Five? I didn't even know and I suppose it didn't matter. I would let her rest for now but we were still only just beginning. I smiled and crawled up to her side. My eyes roamed over her slack face, her closed eyes. Her wet black hair. The sheet underneath her was completely soaked in sweat. I used a hand to stroke back her hair. So beautiful. Was I in love with this girl? Was that what I was feeling?

Maybe it was.

Or maybe I was just horny.

I had been eating her out for hours without so much as touching myself and by now my pussy and upper thighs were entirely slathered. I would have liked to wake her up somehow and get her to eat me out but instead I just gazed at her face and reached between my thighs with one hand while kneeling there in the bed beside her. She didn't stir but I didn't need her to. I smiled at her sleeping face and cupped her cheek with one hand while the other slowly bought my body to some much needed relief.

By then it was about 2PM and I figured I better go out and get her something to eat. The poor thing hadn't eaten all day. Not food, anyway. In the shower this morning she had almost taken a chunk out of my ass but I didn't think that would sustain her through the rest of the day. She had been quite frisky this morning, hadn't she? Not too frisky anymore, though. Quite unconscious, actually. She would probably be safe handcuffed to the bed in case she woke but I didn't want her to get cold. The sweat soaked sheets underneath her were already ice cold so I pulled them away quickly before fetching up the floral quilt from the floor and spreading it over her beautiful, limp, exhausted body.

After that I went into the bathroom to brush my hair but I didn't bother to shower just now. I liked the girl's scent all over me and I would rather shower later when we could do it together. No more bathroom privacy for Ms Swan. From now on she was my personal plaything. After that I went back into the room and threw on a dress quickly, an orange one with a belted sash around the waist. No underwear. I didn't plan to be out very long and it gave me a tiny thrill to have no panties under a skirt. I just hoped there wouldn't be any gusts of wind outside. I'd hate to be the cause of a car accident out there.

Finally I went back to the girl's bedside and sat down for a moment. An odd feeling prickled at my chest and I realized I didn't want to go. How sweet of me. I smiled and cupped her face. I really did love this stupid girl. I should probably stop denying it and start trying to figure out some way to make our situation more permanent. I had to either break her or win her. But which would be easier? Which would be more fun? I sighed at her sleeping face and then I leaned and pressed a kiss to her unresponsive lips. Maybe it would be easiest if she stayed unconscious forever. Alas it was only a matter of time before she woke and I really should get going so that I would be back by the time she did.

I rose and grabbed my purse and handbag and opened the door and then I blew her sleeping form a kiss and went out.

Much to my underwear-less chagrin, it was actually very windy outside. More than once I had to smooth down the billowing skirt of my dress as I went down the sidewalk in my heeled sandals. The afternoon was gray and overcast and the wind had spits of rain in it. It looked like it might storm later. Already I missed Ms Swan and I put a bit of extra speed in my step as I marched toward the nearest grocery store. I had the phone in my hand and while I walked I did a quick search on the internet for news of the girl's disappearance.

Surprisingly, I found nothing at all. Which could only mean they hadn't discovered the chief's body. Which meant they knew nothing of the murder and no reason to assume the girl had been kidnapped. Well. Bad luck for her, I guess. I suppose as far as the local police were concerned, the chief and his daughter had simply disappeared. Perhaps to visit a cousin in Kansas. They would be perplexed that the chief never gave notice—nor packed any luggage—but I guess there was no apparent evidence to suggest anything sinister happened to them. Without the body, they had no real cause to investigate. Not yet, at least.

But what about her mate?

Hmm, that was a different matter. As lazy as the local police might be, her mate would be less so. Assuming he did love her as much as she claimed, and let's face it; why would he not? The girl was incredible. The fact that he even left her at all made me despise him for it even more than I despised him for murdering James. I mean, really. Such a mellifluous maiden deserved nothing less than utmost attentiveness. And the occasional raping whenever she got uppity, of course. But I digress. The point is, her mate would be far more concerned about her well-being than the local authorities seemed to be. By now he would have to know that she had disappeared and by now he was likely on his way to track her down.

It made me wonder what the girl's reaction might be. Would she go running into his arms all asob with relief of her rescue? Or would she hesitate and realize that if she went with him she would never again experience the raw passion that I habitually inflicted on her? Either way, it wouldn't matter. With her as my hostage, I would have all manner of advantages against her mate. Dispatching him would be simple and after that, well, I suppose James would be avenged and Ms Swan would be mine for the taking.

The grocery store wasn't far and I spent a long time browsing the shelves for something simple I could feed her that would be easy enough to prepare in a bare motel room. I found some bottled water and that seemed like a good start. I wasn't sure how it was different from water out of a tap but I was sure she would appreciate it. It wouldn't fill up her belly, though, so I kept looking and eventually I found a shelf of breakfast cereals. Perfect. Like how you'd feed oats to a horse. I got her a box of the chocolate kind and then I got a carton of milk as well.

I left the store with my purchases in a paperbag and across the street I noticed a liquor store. It seemed like a good idea so I went over and bought two bottles of red wine. The labels assured me that they were a very fine vintage and I suppose I would have to take their word for it.

While paying for the wine a few more ideas of a romantic nature occurred to me and I went back across the street into the grocery store to look for candles. I found some nice fat ones in the shapes of pillars, vanilla scented, and purchased a whole bunch of them.

After that I checked my phone to see if this small town had anywhere I could buy a vibrator or two. Mostly I wanted one for myself to plug inside me while I went down on her. I had already been gone from the motel longer than I wanted to be but I walked all the way to the sexshop with my paperbags in my arms and browsed for a bit. I selected a couple vibrators but then I noticed the strapons. I had never even seen one before and I found myself strangely fascinated. I knew from experience that a penis could be quite an effective way to make love to a woman but perhaps one of these might be even more effective. They had one that was made of red plastic with a red leather harness that seemed to call to me and I smiled at it. I wondered what it would be like to wield one of those things on Ms Swan and suddenly I just had to buy it.

The sun was going down by the time I got back to the motel room and I juggled my parcels as I tried to unlock the door. I finally managed to bump it open with my hip and I was surprised to find the girl as sound asleep as when I left.

It was dim in the room and I smiled and set down the bags and turned on the light. She still didn't stir. I kicked off my shoes and went over to the bed. The key to the handcuffs had been sitting on the sideboard this whole time and if she had woken she might have even been able to get free. I chuckled at my absentmindedness. How could I be so careless? Shaking my head, I took the key and began unlocking the handcuffs. She groaned and grimaced and then her eyes opened. I smiled at her.

"Hi there," I said. "Nice nap?"

She didn't seem to hear me. Her face was scrunched in pain and her shoulders jerked to try and move her arms. "Fuck," she said. "My arms."

I chuckled and finally got the handcuffs unlocked. "I bet your vagina is in a pretty bad shape too."

She groaned again and sat up and started rubbing her arms to get the stiffness out of them. Her eyes were squinting in the brightness and she looked very sore. Her lips were dry and crusted. She looked at me and didn't speak. The look in her eyes wasn't exactly hatred or anger. It wasn't much at all beyond annoyance at being woken up. Interesting. I smiled at her and went to the shopping bags.

I found the bottle of water and twisted off the cap and gave it to her. Her eyes lit up and she took it eagerly and began gulping. She hadn't had anything to drink since dinner last night. She drank at least half of it at once and then sat there gasping with the bottle in her lap. The covers came up over her breasts but she was naked from the shoulders up and her hair was all tangled and matted. She looked up and squinted at me.

"Did you get me anything to eat?" she asked. "I'm fucking starving."

I smiled and went back to the bags. I found the box of cereal and the carton of milk and then I turned back to her and glanced at the kitchen and realized we had no bowls for her to eat it from.

"Shit," I said.

"What?"

"No bowl."

I pouted at her apologetically and she huffed out a sigh and gestured impatiently with a hand.

"Just give it here," she said.

I handed her the box and she took the carton as well. She ripped open the box and the plastic bag inside it, still sitting there in the bed, and then she began eating the cereal by the handful. I smiled at her ingenuity. Such a low-maintenance kind of girl. I was a very lucky kidnapper.

She opened the carton of milk and drank from it. Milk dribbled down her chin and she wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist before chomping on another handful of chocolate cereal and glaring at me with her dark eyes.

"My head hurts," she said. "I could sleep for a fucking week."

I giggled and almost pranced back to the shopping bags. "I hope not," I said. "Because I also got this."

I turned and brandished the bright red strapon I had bought.

She stopped chewing. Cereal sifted out of her hand and fell onto the covers.

Then she snorted and went on eating.

"You can't be serious," she said.

I grinned and admired the object in my hands. The loops of the harness hung from it and the shaft itself was quite long and thick. "I'm very serious," I said. "I've never used one either, so it'll be an adventure for both of us. Exciting, isn't it?"

She didn't answer, she just glared at the object awkwardly and went on eating. I went over and sat down on the edge of the bed, to show her the strapon up close. I was still wearing that orange dress and her eyes flickered over my figure as she chewed before looking at the strapon.

I fiddled with the buckles of the harness and smiled.

"One since fits all," I said, whispering to her sultrily. "And if you're a good girl, maybe I'll even let you use it on me one time. Hm?"

Her eyes blinked at mine and her throat chugged as she swallowed a particularly dry mouthful of cereal. She reached for the milk carton and put it to her lips.

"Whatever," she mumbled with a small blush growing on her cheeks.

I giggled and hopped off the bed to unpack all the other purchases.

Once she was finally finished eating she dusted her hands and asked if she could use the bathroom by herself. The awkward way she asked it made me realize that perhaps she had some human business to take care of that might be a little more embarrassing then peeing. I didn't want her to start taking advantage of me again but I didn't want to put her in an unnecessarily bad mood either so I told her to go ahead and have a shower as well. She nodded a small thank you and climbed out of the bed and took her naked body into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her.

There were all kinds of cereal crumbs in the bed so I shook out the quilt and cleaned it up before straightening the pillows as well. There was a single bottle of perfume on the dresser and I gave the bed a few squirts. We were going to need new sheets but we wouldn't be staying much longer. Tonight would be our last night in Port Angeles and then tomorrow we would be leaving. Her mate only had one more day to come rescue her. If he didn't come by tomorrow then the only logical conclusion was that he hadn't been keeping tabs on her after all or that he simply didn't care. For her sake, I hoped he did come soon. She had her hopes pinned on it and even if he wound up violently murdered in front of her eyes I'm sure she'd appreciate the attempt to rescue her.

I had bought a dozen of those fat pillar candles and now I set them out all over the room. A small cluster on the sideboard by the bed, a row of them on the dresser. I had bought a box of long-stemmed matches as well and now I went around the room lighting them. Once they were all lit I blew out the match and shook it and placed the blackened stick on the dresser before flipping off the light. It was dark outside and the candles filled the room with a warm orange glow. I smiled at how nice it was and opened one of the wine bottles with a cheap corkscrew. I sniffed at the neck of the bottle but hopefully it would smell better to Ms Swan.

By now the girl was finished in the bathroom and she came out with her hair wet and a towel in her hands, covering nothing. She looked at the candles and at the bottle of wine in my hands and snorted.

"Wow," she muttered. "How romantic."

I smiled and poured some wine into a papercup. "I'm sorry we don't have any nice glasses," I said. "I didn't think to buy any. I suppose these will have to do. Drink up. It'll help you relax."

I handed it to her and she frowned at it as if it might be poison.

I waited a moment and then pulled off my dress, revealing my nakedness beneath it. She glanced up but I didn't approach her. Instead I went around toward the bathroom and turned back to speak to her.

"Make yourself comfortable," I said. "And if you even think about running…"

"Just hurry up," she muttered, then she lifted the cup and drank the whole thing.

I smiled and ducked into the bathroom.

Usually I liked to take my time in the shower but this time I was much quicker. It had been hours since I had last tasted her and I was eager to resume the feast. I washed my hair and rinsed it and then I got out and used a towel to dry myself. Excitement was beginning to flutter in my chest and tingle between my legs. I couldn't wait to strap on that plastic shaft and fuck my darling Ms Swan face to face. I had left the bathroom door open and I called for her to join me so that I could do her makeup.

She appeared in the doorway and I raised an eyebrow.

She had put on a bra and some panties.

Without permission, too. I suppose she had taken it literally when I told her to make herself comfortable. The bra was black and so were the panties and she had her arms folded under her breasts and her mouth pursed, as if she was determined to stand by her audacity. I should've been upset but I decided to overlook it. She was probably unaware that she actually looked even sexier with those black shapes drawing attention to her figure. I smiled and told her she looked very beautiful and beckoned with a hairbrush for her to come forward.

I brushed her hair and brushed my own with the same brush and applied some makeup to both of us. She didn't protest at all but her eyes went rather vacant as I flicked her lashes with mascara.

The room was nice and warm from the candles by the time we emerged from the bathroom. I puzzled with the strapon for a moment, trying to figure out how to put it on, and the girl watched me with an awkward pucker to her brow. She had her arms folded under her breasts and she looked a little cold even though it wasn't cold in the room. She watched me step into the harness and pull it up and buckled the red leather straps around my thighs with a smile. The shaft was dark red in the candlelight and the girl was clearly intimidated by it.

"This is ridiculous," she said. "What the hell is the point of using that thing?"

I smiled and stepped into some heeled shoes for added sexiness. "Well, this bit goes into your lady parts," I said, using my hand to stroke the shaft. "Quite simple really, hm?"

She frowned even more. "I know that, but what's the point? What do you get out of it?"

"I get the satisfaction of pleasuring you, silly."

"I don't want to be pleasured," she said. "I just…"

She trailed off. She had been gesturing with a hand and now she let it flop to her side. I watched her and waited for her to articulate her feelings. She shook her head at the strapon and sat down on the edge of the bed as if she didn't have the strength to stand any more. She looked up at me imploringly.

"Can we just stop?" she asked. "Please?"

I stood there and looked down at her with my hands on my hips and the red plastic shaft protruding from my crotch. The dildo was as rigid as ever but I could feel my ladyboner softening somewhat. The poor girl was obviously exhausted. Perhaps she had already learnt her lesson?

She seemed to read my mind because those were her next words.

"I know I fucked up last night by stealing the phone," she said. "But I made it up to you. Didn't I?"

I recalled her actions last night. How she had begged for her life and used the experience as a release for many of the more darker urges I suspected her of. I softened even more.

"You did," I admitted.

She took encouragement from this and her eyes went even rounder. "Then please," she said. "No more. Not tonight. Just…"

Again she gestured with a hand, again she let it fall.

I looked at her. She looked so beautiful in the candlelight, sitting there in her black underwear with just a hint of makeup on. There was an orange sheen of firelight on her bra and her dark hair and it was completely out of the question to leave her there unmolested but maybe I could at least take the time to seduce her.

The bottle of wine was sitting on the dresser beside a clump of candles and I filled the papercup for her. The bottle was almost half empty and I realized she must've drank some more while I was in the shower. I brought the cup to her and handed it to her and then I climbed onto the bed.

She tried to watch me but I went around behind her and knelt there and put my arms around her middle in a sort of cuddle. She sipped the wine and sat there patiently. I settled my chin on her bare shoulder and inhaled her scent softly and then I gave her a kiss just under her ear.

"I'll admit I was a little rough with you this morning," I whispered to her. "Perhaps that was wrong of me. You made a very foolish mistake last night but you did apologize. So, maybe I should forgive you, hm?"

"I didn't know it would be such a big deal," she said tentatively. "I didn't know you'd get so pissed off."

I nodded, half nuzzling her neck, and kept my arms around her. "The truth is, I was hurt," I told her. "I believed you when you said you were attracted to me."

"I am," she said, a slight edge of desperation in her voice.

My eyes opened and I felt something unpleasant in my stomach. I was fairly certain she was lying, just trying to get her way, but I didn't let that ruin the moment. I closed my eyes again and kissed her cheek, inhaling her scent, her perfume.

"If that's true, why don't you want to have some fun tonight?" I asked her. "Hm?"

"I'm tired."

"You are?"

"Yes."

"Lay down then. It's okay."

I took the papercup from her and set it on the sideboard. She watched the cup go and then I took her shoulders and eased her toward a pillow. She laid down and looked up at me from a pool of black hair. I could see the candleflames trembling in the dark pools of her eyes and I smiled and cupped her face.

"Just relax," I whispered to her. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

I kissed the corner of her mouth. Softly. Then I kissed her lips. She made a soft sound. Not quite protest but not quite anything else either. I pulled back to smile and she gave a huge blink of her tired eyes. The wine had loosened her up strangely but she didn't seem to trust the sensations.

"I don't know if I can do this again," she said.

"I think you can," I whispered, letting a hand go between her legs. "Come on, let's get you wet."

She looked at me as I began to rub the front of her soft cotton panties. Her eyes were lidded and half closed. She knew there was no getting out of this so she didn't resist. I could see it in her eyes. She didn't believe she was going to get wet but she was willing to welcome it if she did even if just to make it easier on herself.

I was laying there at her side, stroking that place between her thighs with the strapon protruding from my hips, and now I leaned to kiss her. She accepted it and even opened her mouth. I let my tongue inside it luxuriously and before long I could feel increased heat between her legs.

I broke the kiss and smiled.

"Well, well," I said, still rubbing. "It seems you're not so tired after all."

A grudging half smile moved over her mouth and her eyes flickered at my tits. I smiled and knew what she wanted to do to them even if she would never admit it.

"Suck my tits," I told her.

Her eyes darted up to mine. She seemed to realize that it wasn't really a command. It was more like an excuse to let her indulge those darker urges she didn't like to admit she had. I thought she might resist a little more for the sake of propriety but she didn't. She took one of my breasts in her hands, the whole huge globe of it, and craned her lips toward the nipple.

I moaned encouragingly as I watched her and rubbed her panties. Her lips felt so amazing wrapped around that stiff nub. She gave it a little suckle and a lick and opened her eyes to look at me. I slipped my hand into her panties and I was delighted to find a bit of moisture there. I began to stroke and caress the bare slit of her entrance and she sucked again at the nipple, aggressively, letting it fuel her excitement.

Finally I abandoned that position and moved down between her legs to remove her panties. She lifted her hips without being asked, as if she had already become eager, and I grinned at her as I pulled away her panties and tossed them aside. All she was wearing was a black bra and it was heaving on her chest. She still wasn't quite ready for the strapon so I leaned down and started licking between her thighs for a bit. She groaned at the touch of my tongue and it didn't take long for the sweetness to begin flowing. I lapped up her moisture and spread her lowerlips and tongued that tiny hole until it was throbbing with eagerness and then I rose up.

I was kneeling between her legs and she was already breathing fast. She looked up at me from the pillow, legs spread, bra heaving, and her dark eyes dipped to that red plastic shaft that pointed upward from my crotch. I grinned and gripped it in my hand and angled it downward.

"Are you ready for this, Ms Swan?" I asked her as I nudged the tip very gently at her entrance.

She nodded on the pillow, her eyes lost and exhausted. Her thighs were spread as far as they would go and the gap of her girlhood was all but begging. I pushed the shaft inside her and watched her face. She winced and whimpered. I could see very clearly it was the largest object she'd ever had inside her and I smiled.

"It's okay," I said. "Don't panic. The first time always takes you by surprise."

She opened her eyes and looked at me with at least half of the thick plastic shaft buried inside her. Her vagina twitched, which I felt in a little tug at the harness, and she whimpered again.

"It hurts," she said.

"It often does, your first time," I told her with a chuckle. "Most things have a way of hurting you the first time you try them. But after a while…"

I trailed off suggestively and began moving my hips ever so softly, back and forth, letting the shaft move with utmost gentleness inside her. She breathed in and winced and tossed her head to the side. Her vagina gave another twitch.

"Just relax," I whispered. "You'll loosen up in a moment. You and I aren't so different, you know. My first time was the result of rape as well. Only my rapist was rather more repugnant. And I certainly didn't enjoy it like you."

She opened her eyes and glared me from the pillow. "Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?"

I smiled and shook my head, kneeling there at her entrance, my hands placed palm downwards on her thighs, calmly letting the strapon move inside her, back and forth, back and forth. "Not at all," I said. "Just making conversation. I was sold to a whorehouse when I was only fifteen. Like you, I was very defiant. And like you, I was never quite broken."

"I don't give a fuck what you went through," she said. "It doesn't give you the right to do this."

I smiled again and gazed at her, hardly even listening. Her body was orange in the candlelight and all she wore was that bra. "No," I whispered. "But my point remains. You and I have affinities you wouldn't have guessed. You should take heart from my story. Stay strong like I did and perhaps one day you'll grow into the same confident kind of woman that I became."

"I'll never be anything like you," she hissed, and the vehemence of her answer caused her hips to buck against the strapon—which made her wince and look away with her eyes closed.

I watched her for a moment, smiling, and then I leaned down over her body so that I could look into her face. She blinked at me. Her eyes were dark and angry but they were also round with uncertainty and I used a hand to stroke her brow as if to stroke that uncertainly away.

"One way or another you will belong to me, Ms Swan," I told her gently. "The only thing in your control is whether or not you are strong enough to accept it on your own terms."

"You can't just fuck someone till they like you."

"I can't?"

I gave her a quick thrust of the strapon. Her first one. She shuddered and groaned and I felt her vagina grab at that piece of plastic as if to snatch it off the harness. She opened her eyes angrily but it was very plain to see that she wanted more. I placed a kiss on her lips.

"Now, shh," I whispered into her mouth. "Let us speak with our bodies. Words have such muddled meanings."

I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She didn't respond for a moment and then she moaned and wrapped her arms around me.

The girl had been robbed of her actual virginity quite a while ago but it was still a new experience for her and I wanted to make it memorable for her. I kissed her very deeply and very romantically and I wielded my hips with an expertness that came surprisingly natural to me. I pushed the strapon in slowly and stirred it around, poking at every little place inside her that even my fingers had never reached, and then I withdrew it to the tip and pushed it in again, gently and relentlessly.

Soon we stopped kissing and I just cupped her face and watched it all occur in her eyes. Neither of us speaking. The room silent aside from her breathing and the soft sounds of wetness between her legs. She whimpered and let me watch. I could count three different candleflames in those dark pools and her whole soul seemed revealed there. Her every fear, her every secret. Her every pleasure. I started pushing into her deeper and faster. She groaned as if she was about to cry. Then she did cry. The tears welled in those beautiful black orbs and slid down the sides of her face. She didn't even seem to notice. She kept her eyes locked onto mine and by now she was whimpering continually. Her legs wrapped around me and her arms held me tight. Her hot breath blasted against my face and her body shuddered with each thrust and finally her face broke with a loud cry as her spine arched off the mattress and her hips gave an almighty spasm upward.

I watched the entire thing and it was beautiful. The orgasm seemed to have overwhelmed her, as if it had come from outside and forced itself on her rather than grew naturally inside her. She looked like it might've killed her. Her face crumpled from the intensity of it with wet hair all stuck to her forehead, like a woman in labor, and the sound that came out of her was like something breaking. Her spirit, perhaps. Her legs and her arms had tightened around me like boaconstrictors and slowly they loosened and sagged away. I continued to watch her, smiling, mesmerized. Her brow was puckered and her eyes were closed and her breath came out in a helpless wheezing. Her body was covered in in a sheen of sweat and she seemed to glow in the candlelight. I pushed the strapon at her playfully, making her moan, and finally she opened her eyes. They were glazed over and dead inside and there was nothing I needed to say so I just kissed her again.

It took a long time for her to recover and I was more than willing to allow her all the time she needed. I fetched her the bottle of water and let her sit up in the bed to drink it. She was still wearing that bra and her hair was a mess all over her shoulders.

Once she had drank enough water I poured her a glass of wine and sat with her while she sipped it and gathered back her strength. Neither of us had spoken much but I think we both knew what had just happened. She was staring down into that papercup and she swirled the wine inside of it. I watched her. She was mine now and she knew it even if she still wouldn't admit it out loud just yet. It was almost romantic, really. In a twisted sort of way. But then again, we were two twisted sort of girls, weren't we? Not just me. Her too. In many ways, she was perhaps even more twisted than I was. She just never realized it until now. She sipped her wine and sat there with her legs tucked under her. She seemed quite wilted in the wake of her orgasm and yet fulfilled as well, as if that final snapping of her will had not so much as reduced her but rather restored her to some state long dormant to her.

Bizarrely, my own vagina—while throbbing—didn't seem to require any immediate attention. When I had told her that it was mostly her own pleasure I was concerned with, I thought I was only being a metaphorical gentleman. But in reality, it turned out to be true. Later perhaps I would have to insist on my own satisfaction but for now I was more than happy to simply focus on her. By the time I was done with her, perhaps I wouldn't even have to insist. Perhaps she would do it all on her own.

While she was sipping her wine, I crawled over and put a hand in her lap and stroked her thigh. She looked at the hand and looked at me. I asked her if she was ready to continue and she didn't answer. She simply drained the last of her wine and tossed away the cup. She had drank almost an entire bottle and she was perhaps a little drunk by now. Her eyes swung back to mine and I smiled and cupped her face before claiming her lips with my own.

By now she would've been on the verge of exhaustion but it wasn't too difficult to get her wet again. Kissing her and stroking my hands up and down her body, fondling her vagina and poking at it with my fingers until it was ready for something bigger. Already she was moaning and spreading her legs. Today had been quite a rollercoaster for her. How many times had she climaxed since the morning? I had lost count. Whatever the number, she certainly seemed capable of more. I pushed the strapon inside her and she groaned and bucked her hips involuntarily, hissing through the pain. I smiled at her aggressiveness and responded with some aggressiveness of my own, pushing it in deeper and making her arch and writhe. She was laying on her back and her eyes flashed at me darkly as if there were some other being inside her looking up through her eyesockets and begging to be fucked. I growled and kissed her, penetrating her mouth with my tongue as she was penetrated between her legs, and began thrusting at her harder and harder until she broke the kiss and cried out at the ceiling as her poor little body climaxed all over again.

Once again I had watched it pass over her face and now I was placing soft kisses on her cheeks as she lay there getting her breath. Eventually she moaned softly and turned her mouth to mine, perhaps by accident, perhaps not.

For a long time we lay there kissing each other and caressing each other's bodies. The moans that came out of her were soft and far away. As if she was dreaming. Somehow I had ended up on my back and now she was playing with my breasts, kneading them in her hands and licking at the nipples and sucking at them. Finally she went back to my mouth and kissed it, straddling my hips with the strapon poking at her tummy. I could feel her bra rubbing against my chest and I figured it was finally time to remove it. I reached behind her back for the bracatch and unclasped it and she rose up from my mouth and sat there on top of me with her bra loose. A strange and saucy smile crossed her face and then she slipped off the bra and dropped it over the edge of the bed.

The reveal of her breasts seemed to liberate her somehow and now she smiled again and fluffed out her hair sexily to show them off. The candlelight trembled over each of those perfect mounds and as I gazed up at them I felt a desire for her more aching than anything I had yet experienced. The red piece of plastic that stuck up from my lap might as well have been an actual erection and I could almost feel it as she grinned and took it in her hand. Her eyes were lidded and exhausted and half-drunk and she lifted her body slightly without being told and then lowered it again onto the shaft.

A loud groan came out of her as she sat down on the entire length of it. Her eyes had fallen closed and now they opened. That same strange smile passed over her face again and slowly she began to heave. Up and down on the strapon. Smiling. Staring at me. Slowly at first and gaining speed. Until finally she lifted her face to the ceiling and closed her eyes to focus only on what she was feeling. I watched her, hypnotized. Her entire body was undulating like a pale ocean of flesh. Up and down. Heaving. Her breasts rolling and crashing and bouncing again. The room was filled with the sounds of her moans and pants and she was gaining speed. Mounted on top of me and humping at me with her hips. Faster. Faster. The candlelight shimmered across the sheen of sweat that lay over her body and now she lifted her hands and passed them over her breasts before lifting them further into her hair. Her gasps were reaching a crescendo and finally she cried out and almost arched over backward as her body erupted in orgasm.

This was the most beautiful one yet. I couldn't explain why. Perhaps because she had done it all by herself. Submitted to it. Wanted it. It made me smile as I realized that she really did belong to me now.

She really did.

The cry broke off in a sob as she finally managed to reign herself under control. Her body was quivering as if it had hurt more than she realized and she was biting her lip. After a while she opened her eyes and sobbed a couple times as she moved gingerly on the strapon, unsure how to get off it without punishing her battered vagina even more. It would've been cruel to laugh but I did chuckle a little. Poor girl. I really had gone way too far with her tonight, hadn't I? Although I'm sure she'd agree the experience was something she'd never forget.

Finally she managed to lift herself from the strapon and dismount before collapsing in exhaustion onto the bed. She had fallen with an arm over my chest and I was flattered that she could cling to me for support.

I drew her closer in my arms and held her for a long time. She was warm and sweaty and so soft it felt like she had no bones at all. I stroked her back, up and down, and she entwined a leg around mine. The gesture made my heart glow and I could scarcely believe that I had actually raped her into submission. Part of me had never believed it was possible. She was still panting and her head was laying on my shoulder. I wondered if I should get her some water but I didn't want to spoil the moment. I wanted to hold her for as long as I could and after a while she moaned and stirred and raised up slightly to look at me.

There was a smile on her face and her eyes were so dark and glazed in the candlelight that they seemed almost entirely opaque. She blinked them at me in exhaustion and a soft chuckle came out of her.

"No more," she said. "I can't take anymore."

I chuckled as well and cupped her face gently. "As you wish. You've earned your rest."

"Thank you," she said, and then she placed a kiss on my lips all of her own free will. I smiled into it and I was still smiling when she pulled away. She smiled as well. "What about you?" she asked. "Don't you want me to do anything to you?"

Until now that had hardly even occurred to me, but the offer itself, the sweet submission of it, caused such a churning of need inside me that I was tempted to rip off the strapon and stuff her face between my legs.

But I didn't. But she was obviously tired and it wasn't important right this instant. So I just smiled and shook my head and stroked her hair affectionately.

"Not for the moment," I whispered. "For now I'm quite satisfied just holding you."

She looked at me for a moment with that same vague smile on her face. Then she lowered her head to my shoulder and snuggled against me.

"Okay," she said.

I smiled up at the ceiling and began stroking her body. "Did you want to go to sleep?"

"I don't know if I could. I think I'm beyond exhaustion."

I chuckled softly. "I suppose I should apologize. It's because you're so beautiful. I can't even control myself sometimes. I could make love to you forever. Perhaps it's me who slowly being enslaved. Hm?"

I rolled her onto her back and kissed her mouth. She kissed back briefly but she was so exhausted that she could do little more than smile. I took one of her breasts in my hands and squeezed it and lowered my mouth to her neck. I could feel the throb of her pulse against my lips and I realized wistfully that I wasn't even tempted to tear it open. For a while I had been confused if I wanted to kill her or keep her but I wasn't confused anymore. I knew exactly what I wanted.

I wanted to keep her.

I only hoped she wanted it too. Regardless of how we had met, there was no denying the chemistry between us. I groped her boob a little and then I lowered my hand and began rubbing that place between her legs. I had intended to give the poor girl a break but I was pretty sure she wanted it. She hadn't moaned yet but—

"Victoria."

I stopped.

It was the first time she had ever said my name.

I raised up and looked at her. Her tone of voice had been a little hesitant and unsure and she was laying on the pillow with her eyes all dark and round. I removed my hand from her body right away, not wanted to undo any of the progress we had made tonight.

"Yes?" I asked her. "What's the matter?"

She hesitated a moment and shifted slightly. Then she looked at me. "I know you've treated me much better than a normal abductor would," she said. "The fact that I'm even alive is a miracle. Much less unharmed. And I know you really do like me, so…"

I smiled at her in amusement. "You're not going to ask me to let you go again, are you?"

She shook her head and I waited to hear more. She gave a little shrug and went on. "I'm just saying," she said. "It doesn't have to be like this. It's not normal to kidnap someone and force them to like you. It's not a relationship is supposed to be."

"That's true, but what's done is done, hm?"

"Yeah, but…"

I tilted my head with a smile. There was obviously something on her pretty little mind and I wanted her to say it. "Go on."

She sighed and looked at me from the pillow. "I've never dated a girl before, but I'd be willing to try it," she said. "All you'd have to do is let me go home. Then you could come see me whenever you wanted. And we could go out. On real dates. Wouldn't that be better?"

I looked at her for a moment. Her eyes were round and pleading and very sincere. She blinked them at me and then she spoke again.

"Because I do like you, Victoria," she said. "That's hard to admit, but it's true. You're sexy and smart and you can be really funny sometimes. I think you're amazing, but I just can't tolerate being kidnapped. It's not right. No real relationship could ever grow like this. But if you let me go and started dating me normally…"

She trailed off and I gave her a wistful smile.

"You would be able to forgive me?" I asked.

She nodded on the pillow. "I think so," she said. "I mean, I know you're a vampire and vampires do evil shit. I'm cool with that. I just don't want any evil shit done to me, you know? And it's not like I'm traumatized by any of this or anything. All you'd have to do is take me back to Forks. It hasn't even been that long. I could tell my dad that I just ran away for a couple days. And then you could move in somewhere in town. What do you think? Wouldn't that be better than this?"

I stroked her hair back from her head and smiled vaguely. I could tell that her offer was completely genuine and that she sincerely wanted a relationship with me. There was only one problem. Her father was dead and if she found out about that I'm pretty sure the offer would be rescinded.

She was gazing up at me hopefully and perhaps that was most heartbreaking of all. It wasn't even a ploy this time. She hadn't faked all those orgasms just to lull me into a false sense of security. She had honestly developed feelings for me and she was honestly willing to pursue them. And she was right. Restoring her home and dating her properly would've been the ideal way to nurture those feelings. And if her father was alive, I would not have hesitated to agree. But as it was, I had to shake my head.

Already her eyes dimmed as she read the answer in my face. She hadn't expected me to say no and she wasn't prepared for it. But I truly didn't have a choice. I smiled sadly and gave her hair another gentle stroke.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Ms Swan," I said.

Her expression froze. Then she turned away, her eyes filling with tears.

As I feared, she was crushed. She had honestly believed that she had not only found a way back to her father but perhaps to a girlfriend as well. The worst thing was that by telling her no I had likely soured those precious feelings for me. She wouldn't understand why I had refused and I couldn't explain why. Still, I had to tell her something, so I stroked her hair and spoke softly.

"I'm sorry, Ms Swan," I said. "Due to the danger of investigation, I can't just—"

Her face turned back to mine and morphed into a snarl. "You fucking cunt," she hissed. "Edward's going to come for me and he is going to fucking kill you. Do you understand me? You're gonna be dead. And you know what? I hope he rapes you so you know exactly what it feels like, you vile whore."

The outburst took me completely by surprise. My eyebrows shot up and I—

Giggled.

It probably wasn't the most tactful thing I could've done but I couldn't help it. The poor thing had exposed her very shameful feelings for me and now that I had refused she was trying to backpedal with a bit of righteous fury. What a darling.

Unfortunately, the giggle only enraged her further. The anger even seemed to overcome her exhaustion because she took a wild swing at me with a fist. It made me giggle again which provoked her to scream and hit me some more and soon we were rolling around the bed with her attacking me like a feral cat, pounding at me with her fists and spitting through her rage.

Finally I managed to catch her wrists and pin her down and straddle her hips. She writhed and buckled and screamed at me animalistically. I laughed and waited for her to calm and soon she was just glaring at me. I smiled at her.

"Do you really want to see me raped, Ms Swan?" I asked. "Hm?"

She didn't answer. She seemed too angry.

I let her go and rose and started unbuckling the harness of the strapon. She shuffled backwards on the bed and glared at me in the candlelight, watching. I took the strapon off and handed it to her by the shaft.

"Here," I said. "Rape me yourself."

She glared at me for a moment. Then she snatched the strapon and began fumbling to put it on.

I was actually a little surprised. She must really be angry with me. I smiled in anticipation and watched her buckle the red leather harness, jerking at the straps and causing her tits to bounce and the plastic shaft to wobble. It occurred to me that she was going to fuck me with that thing and suddenly a very deep and powerful throbbing began inside my body. In my chest, my stomach, between my legs, each throb perfectly synchronized. My pussy had been soaking all night without any relief, practically marinating, and now, finally—

She slapped me.

That surprised me even more. It came out of nowhere, her palm slamming into my cheek. It didn't hurt, of course, but I gasped and smiled and turned back—

Into another slap.

It smacked across my face and made me gasp again. Her face was a dark mask of fury and somewhere in the night outside there was a low rumble of thunder. She slapped me again and again, hissing under her breath, and then she grabbed my face and forced her tongue into my mouth. I had never been dominated so deliciously in my life and I submitted to it with a low moan. She bit down on my lip, angrily, furiously, and then she wrenched me back by my hair.

I smiled at her breathlessly, my entire body absolutely flushed with delight and anticipation, and the smile only seemed to anger her further. She pushed me away with a disgusted snarl and shoved me and punched me in the side of the head. None of it hurt, none of it, but the eagerness inside me was close enough to pain. She shoved me again and pushed me off the bed and I fell into a heap on the carpet. My body was so crippled with horniness that I could hardly get up. I moaned and struggled to my hands and knees. I had my ass in the air and suddenly two hands grabbed my hips and—

The sound that came out of me was like a howl.

She had shoved the entire length of the strapon into my vagina from behind. She was snarling inarticulately and digging her fingers into my hips and she didn't pause to be gentle. She rammed it in and then rammed it in again and then rammed it in some more. I cried out and collapsed into the carpet with my face, only my ass high in the air, and soon I was crying and headbutting the floor and trying to bite mouthfuls of the carpet in a mindless frenzy of horniness as she all but raped me into the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced. It exploded deep in my hips like a shotgun being fired into my cervix and I cried out and screamed and whimpered and clutched at my hair like a mental patient as my lower body seemed to blow apart.

Everything went black for a moment.

Then I moaned.

The girl was still thrusting that thing into me from behind but she had slacked off and her breath was wheezing from the strain. Finally she stopped and slumped over on top of me, like a hero who'd spent her last breath to slay her rival. I could feel her draped over my humped up body and then I slumped over as well. Together we melted onto the carpet and together we lay there recovering.

Thunder rumbled in the distance outside in the night somewhere and then it started raining. I opened my eyes and blinked at the ceiling. It seemed very high up there and very dim in the trembling shadows of the candles.

I rolled my head to the side and looked at Ms Swan. She was laying there on her side and her eyes had closed. Her breathing had gone regular and she looked like she was asleep. I raised up on an elbow and touched her face. Her eyes fluttered and opened halfway. She looked at me and blinked. She didn't speak but she didn't have to. I smiled and placed a kiss on her lips and then I gathered her up in my arms and rose to carry her into the bathroom.

The light didn't work when I flipped it on. It seemed the storm had knocked out the power. I deposited her into the bath and turned on the taps. Then I went back into the room and took two of the candles from the dresser. They had burnt down almost halfway. I bought the candles into the bathroom and set them on the rim of the tub, illuminating the girl's vacant face in a dim orange glow as she slumped against the porcelain. I smiled at her and touched her face and then I turned off the taps once the tub was full.

"Lean forward," I said.

She leaned forward a little and I climbed in behind her, settling into the water and wrapping my arms around her middle for her to recline between my legs. She was still wearing the strapon and now I unbuckled it under the water and rinsed it off and dropped it onto the floor over the rim of the tub. Thunder cracked close by and shortly after there was a flash of light in the small window high in the wall.

The girl looked up at the window and then looked at the candles on the rim of the tub. The downpour of rain was loud in the bathroom but I still heard her perfectly when she spoke in barely a whisper.

"Is it safe to take a bath in a thunderstorm?" she asked.

I smiled and looked at her curiously. "Why ever not?"

"Can't you get electrocuted or something?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "No," I said. "You can't get electrocuted. You're safe."

I gave her a squeeze and placed a kiss in her hair. She didn't speak again for a while. She just sat there in my arms in the warm water. Then she said very softly:

"Edward's not going to come for me, is he?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he would've already came."

I didn't answer. She might've had a point, although it had only been a couple days. She was silent for another few moments and she sighed and turned slightly toward me and put her arms around my neck. The water trickled from the movement. She looked at me in the candlelight.

"I wasn't lying, you know," she said. "When I said I would date you."

"I know," I whispered, lifting a wet hand from the water to gently brush some strands of hair from her face.

She frowned and shied from the touch slightly. "I just don't understand why you won't let me go home," she said. "There wouldn't be any problems with the police if I told my dad that I just ran away."

"It's not as simple as that."

"Why not?"

I sighed and smiled at her. She was upset about this but I was confident she would forgive all in time. "Let's not talk about it right now," I said. "Let's just relax."

Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed in the window. She looked like she wanted to argue a little more but the temptation to relax after such an exhausting day was too much for her to resist. She settled down in the water and laid her head against my shoulder. I smiled and held her and stroked her gently under the water. She heaved a sigh and the sigh caught the candles and caused the flames to flicker and throw a dark flutter of shadows across the tiled wall. The rain roared outside and the thunder rumbled and I kissed the top of her head and continued to hold her.

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AN: Whew. That was insane, huh? To be honest, this chapter was a bit of an experiment. Before I started it, I thought: "Hey, wouldn't it be great if there was a chapter that was nothing but Victoria and Bella having sex all day?" It seemed like a pretty good idea, lol. Basically, what I wanted to do was go overboard with the sex and then go overboard some more and then just fucking go overboard all over again. I was curious to see if I could pull it off.

Anyway, I really hope this chapter turned out good. You have no idea how exhausting it was to write. People think lemons are easy, but they're actually very difficult, especially when you use them for character and relationship development like I do. This chapter was a pretty huge challenge. Probably one of the most difficult things I've ever written. Anyway, I hoped you liked it. Let me know what you thought, feedback is always welcome. ;)