EPOV
Shutting the lid to the grill and
adjusting the flame to allow the pork skewers to remain warm; I
checked my watch. Noting there was only ten minutes until Isabella
was due to make her appearance had my heart beating with anticipation
of her arrival. It seemed like forever since we have had a normal
session in the playroom. Our regular daily life has been such a
distraction that we have not been able to spend any meaningful time
down there. Lately we've been either been interrupted, used the
allotted time for corrective measures or simply had other
obligations. So yes I was indeed looking forward to a night of
playing, pushing and progressing with my submissive.
My day had been anything but ordinary
and I was glad I had taken the time earlier in the week to set up the
playroom for our session because there was no way I could have done
it with Vinny around. I enjoyed spending the day with my nephew. It
wasn't something I'd ever had the opportunity to do and his natural
innocence was endearing. His five year old inquisitiveness was a
different matter, after a full day of how, what, where, when and
why I had to admit I was worn out. The boy was smarter and more
intuitive then I would have thought possible.
By the time I'd taken him home my
respect for Alice had increased exceptionally, yet that didn't mean I
ignored the opportunity to have a frank discussion with my sister. I
had originally planned on taking Vinny home immediately after lunch,
however a late morning phone call from Emmett had me changing my
mind.
My brother was a little bit more then
dejected over the prospect of not being allowed to accompany Rose
into The Center. In all honesty when he told me the previous day of
his plans to go along I was surprised he would be permitted to
attend. It seemed to me from the very first time Bella had escorted
me onto the property that the location along with the activities of
the The Center were a monumental secret.
In fact she had even gone so far as to
say it was a place I needed to forget existed and could not tell
anyone of it's whereabouts. At the time I had known her for less then
twenty-four hours and yet she was relying on me to not only keep her
safe but also the other women who lived and worked there. It was the
first time Bella put her trust in me and I wasn't going to let her
down.
I didn't know all
the ins and outs of how they kept the location from the general
public. The building itself was tucked in amongst other residential
dwellings in the Delridge neighbor and there was absolutely nothing
to make it stand out. However the neighbors must have known there was
something special about the dwelling. After all I couldn’t can't
imagine there wasn't a few nosey residents who wouldn't have
questioned at least one of the odd occurrences surrounding the it.
The front entrance
that's never utilized instead access was gained from the street
through the highly secured and monitored breezeway. Windows remain
closed with blinds that are never opened, negating the possibility of
anyone seeing in or out for that matter. It gives the appearance of
abandonment yet anyone who had a view of the rear court yard could
plainly see people lived there. The area was filled with swing-sets,
sand boxes and patio furniture. Of course the surrounding
impenetrable ten foot cement wall certainly didn't invite visitors.
The most telling sign the building was something other then normal,
had to be the parking area entrance. A large steel door in the rear
alley with a security system to rival the Hope diamond.
With all the
oddities it sort of baffled my mind how the location was kept secret
or maybe it's not a complete mystery. Perhaps the anonymity of The
Center is just a hopeful wish and the lengths taken to keep it that
way are nothing more then a diversion from the truth. After all Bella
herself told me the women who seek refuge there are free to come and
go. It would stand to reason that they know the location and upon
returning to their dysfunctional lives, I'm sure at least a few of
them have disclosed where they had been.
That thought made
me think of something Emmett had recently suggested, he had
questioned all the happenstances going on around us wondering if it
couldn't be the work of a disgruntled husband. I hadn't gotten a
chance to speak to Bella about the past threatening letters Kim had
mentioned. The overlook on my part made me even more uneasy because
that was delving too much into the unknown for my comfort or sanity.
It was hard enough to deal with known persons causing the harassment,
nonetheless some nameless, faceless irate asshole who was looking to
get even.
Once again Bella's
words from that first day came to mind 'there are a lot of men in
this city who would love to know where this building is.'
I imagine over the
years there would be quite a few men who have grievance with the work
that occurs in that seemingly ordinary house. It made perfect sense
to me that the male species would not be readily welcomed. The
atmosphere was set up to give the women seeking shelter a place away
from prying eyes. It also seemed totally feasible that any male
presence, especially one in the form of my brother - who let's face
it was intimidating in size alone - could be detrimental to the women
there. All these things were something Emmett had not taken into
consideration when he asked me to call Bella on his behalf in hopes
she could 'pull some strings'
“I'm sorry Emmett I can't do that”
“Why not? I'd do it for you”
At first thought I had no doubt he
would however after running through all my reasons his only comment
was “They let you in”
“They did” admitting the truth
before once again trying to make him see the logic “But I told you,
only for a few minutes because Bella was missing and they were
worried about her. You're presence could put a lot of others in
jeopardy, is your own satisfaction worth the risk? You need to think
about all the women and children who are counting on the staff to
keep them safe.”
“My only thought is about Rosie and
what she'll be going through”
Thinking it best to lighten his anxiety
I took a completely different route “I understand that and believe
me when I say I'd feel the same way. But you have to consider all the
others. Rose will be safe, nothing is going to happen to her. You
already said dad was going to be escorting her there so you know
he'll be with her and Bella will be there”
At his silence a thought occurred to me
“Does Rose want you to go?”
It must have been a point of contention
because Emmett yelled through the phone “I want to go! Don't you
get it? She's my fucking wife...I can't let her go through this
alone...not again”
And I had my answer – No Rose did not
want him there.
I truly felt his pain but he was
thinking of his own role in the situation and dismissing the power of
healing that comes from the understanding of shared experiences.
“Listen...remember the morning in the
hotel when the news broke and how much support Rose gained from
Bella?”
At his disgruntled 'yeah' I continued
“That common bond is something you and I can never understand. We
want to shelter, protect and defend, it's what we do out of love. Yet
what I consider a sense of sympathy is sometimes viewed as pity. And
if there is one thing I've learned, the last thing any victim wants
is to be pitied. Rose doesn't need that, she doesn't need you
standing over her cringing or getting upset at what you hear. What
she needs is someone who has been in her shoes, who knows what it
feels like and can empathize. Think about it, you're already on edge
and loosing your compose, is that something you want to express to
Rose or the people who are there to help her?”
Complete silence on the other end of
the phone had me continuing “Look at the way Bella and Rose talked
it out the other morning at the Marina. It was only a few minutes of
standing in the rain yet by the end of it they were laughing
together.”
“I just feel so damn helpless and I
want to be there for her” the powerlessness coming out as defeat
made my own feelings surface.
“You are there for her. Rose came to
you, told you what they talked about, she's not shutting you out.
Allow those who know what their doing to help her and let her come to
you with what she is willing to share. You told me not to push Bella
into talking about something she's not ready to discuss, I'm going to
say the same thing to you. You want to take it all away, I get
that...but you can't.”
I was sure Emmett already knew all of
this yet his state of mind had him not thinking very clearly and I
tried to come up with a way to make him understand. Not sure if he
would completely see what I was trying to get at I drew on my medical
training.
“When I was in Med School the first
thing we learned was 'do no harm'. The next was a realization
that as a physician we could not to restore the patient to
perfection. Instead our goal was to make sure they were repaired to
their optimal level of health. There were some scars and damage from
the disease process that no matter how much skill we had would never
go away. As much as we would have liked to erase all the nasty things
which occurred to our patient, we can't. There are ramifications
which will always be there, all we can do correct what we're able to
and set them up to the best they can be. That's what you have to do
with Rose”
More silence had me moving on “ don't
take her need to be strong for herself as a personal attack. She
might be really uncomfortable having you there, give her the space so
the experts can help her deal and give her the weapons she'll need to
fight the demons inside her own mind. And you be there in whatever
capacity she needs at the time, even if all you can do is shut your
mouth and hold her while she cries”
“That's easy for you to say”
He was right, it was easier said then
done yet I did have experience with the exact thing I was expecting
of him. The day Bella admitted to me what happened in her kitchen.
She was a total mess and as much as I wanted to fix it for her I
realized there was nothing that could be done. Instead I held her
while she clung to me, listened and shed tears right along with her.
“You can't make her forget, all you
can do is support her decisions”
Emmett chuckled dryly “So says the
man that locks his women up”
“She's not locked up, she's just
being...supervised” I smiled at the word before growing
serious “and you can't fault me for that”
“You're right, I can't...” groaning
out a sigh he wondered aloud “I'm going to go freaking insane
sitting around here waiting”
“I'm taking Vinny to Taco Bell, why
don't you join us”
If there was one thing my brother was
always up for it was food and he did come along with us. He was on
edge as was evident by his constant checking of his phone but he did
somewhat calm down. After lunch the three of us ended up back at
Emmett's house where he let me borrow some of the baseball equipment
and around three got the call he had been waiting for. He said Rose
sounded fine and told him whatever information she had received was a
big relief to her.
By three-thirty I needed to stop by the
house to check on the plumbers who would be getting ready to leave
for the day. Vinny was watching the men with ramp fascination,
inquiring information from them the same way he had with me all day.
As they were packing up their van he stood there watching them place
everything inside.
Glancing in his head moved around in a
nosey fashion. “Where are the seats at?”
Larry was more then willing to answer
his question. “This kind of van doesn't have seats.”
“Where do people sit at?”
“People don't sit in the back, this
is a utility van, men use it for working, so they can haul stuff
around”
“Oh..” thinking he was done Larry
shut the rear doors giving Vinny yet another question “Why don’t
it have windows?”
Larry chuckled “So no one can see in”
“Why don't you want people to see
in?”
Giving Larry a break I fielded the
question “There are a lot of tools and equipment in the van. Larry
has to keep people from seeing inside so that no one tries to steal
it.”
The answer was enough to cure his
natural five year old curiosity, still on the less then mile ride
home he pointed out two other white utility vans and wondered what
was inside they didn't want people to steal.
“Do only plumbers have those kinds of
vans Uncle Eddie?” he wondered from the back seat as we turned onto
Alice's street.
“No, not only plumbers lots of other
kinds of people do to, anyone who has to move lots of stuff or carry
lots of things with them so they can do their work. Repairmen,
electricians, plumbers, they all need lots of different tools and
parts to do their work so a utility van works best to keep everything
in.”
“Oh...why are they white?”
Something about my answer and his
resulting question struck a cord of a distant memory which I couldn't
exactly grasp. It wasn't really anything of great importance yet it
still made me uneasy as if the elusive thought held some kind of
significance.
Frustrated at my inability to recall
the answer I was glad to have pulled into the driveway, looking into
the rear-view mirror at his expectant face I said the first thing
that came to my mind “I guess they use white so that the other cars
on the road see them and don't cause an accident'.”
Alice was waiting for us when I dropped
Vinny off with all his stuff, both what he had brought with him along
with a few baseballs and a catchers mitt from Emmett. He went to put
all his toys away giving me a chance to speak with my sister when she
wasn't an emotional wreck, at least I didn't think she was.
After giving her a run down of our day
I brought up the subject that had been eating at me.
“Can I ask you what you have against
Bella?”
“I don't have anything against Bella,
I told you she's my friend and I like her.”
That wasn't exactly correct, my sister
had said some rather harsh statements which did not come out of thin
air.
“If that's true why did you make it
sound like she's so kind of social climbing tramp? Because I can
guarantee Bella has no aspirations to be part of high society.”
Alice sighed and turned to go into the
kitchen making me follow her. Once there she got out a bottle of
orange juice, opening the cabinet for a glass she asked if I wanted
some. Her obvious avoidance was making me angry.
“No...i don't want juice. What I want
is for you to stop taking digs at Bella. I don't want you to belittle
her upbringing, make insinuations about her motives or act like she's
beneath you because of her choices.”
“Why are you yelling at me?”
Was I yelling?
“I haven't even raised my voice yet
Alice”
“Yet?” questioning my choice of
words
“That's right yet, because I’m
slightly more then agitated at the way your condescending attitude
keeps coming off as an attack against Bella. And I can guaranteed you
if it continues, yelling is going to be the definite outcome”
“I'm not being condescending and I’ve
never attacked Bella so you can yell all you want. I only brought up
things you should be thinking about, if the truth hurts...”
“See there you go again with the
patronizing attitude acting all holier then thou.”
Alice gave me a disbelieving
expression“That's not patronizing, that's looking out for my
brother. Listen I know Bella for a lot longer then you do...”
I couldn't let it go and just had to
ask “Really Alice, and before that night at New Moon, when was the
last time you spoke with her?”
All I got was a blank expression and I
asked smugly “Did you have long phone conversations?”
Still getting nothing except a harsh
glare I continued probing “Did you send semi annual emails? Was she
on your Christmas card list? I know she wasn't there but did she send
her condolences for not being able to attend your wedding?”
Alice had a monstrosity of a wedding,
filling the church and The Tower's ballroom to capacity with
absolutely everyone she ever knew, so it surprised me with her and
Bella being such good friends...
As if reading my mind Alice answered “I
said I knew her, not that we necessarily hung out together and why
would I have invited her to my wedding?”
“I'm just wondering how well you
actually know Bella because if you think any of what you were saying
about her is true...then you have absolutely no clue about the type
of person she is.”
“I never said she was a bad
person...just she's not like us” she said with a shrug before
taking a leisurely swallow of juice.
“See there you go again...”
“Wh-at?” saying the word as
if I was exasperating her.
Staring in disbelief I had to know once
and for all “What do you mean by 'not like us'... do you
think Bella some kind of mutated sub-species? Because I can damn well
guarantee you she eats, sleeps and shits the same way you do”
“Oh that's nice Edward, can you be a
little bit more crass...”the sarcasm coming out before Alice sighed
heavily and told me something I really didn't want to hear “...look
I'm glad for you and I can see that right now Bella is is making you
happy.” her face lite up for a moment “hell I even told you what
kind of ring to get her. But her family is not like ours...and that's
not going to change, she's not going to change.”
Why should Bella change
Two seconds later the answer to my
thought came “She's always going to be middle class with a
clearance rack mentality who shammed her way in.”
I was completely dumb founded, these
were not hasty remarks made by an overly emotional pregnant woman.
They were mean, vindictive words of scorn and malice that are made
against someone you disdain. I stared at my sister unable to believe
the words that had just come out of her mouth all I could think was -
this is a woman Bella defended.
How could Alice have that much
disregard for the feelings of someone she calls a friend? Where did
all the animosity come from?
Having no answer to either of the
questions there was one thing I was absolutely positive of. “I'm
not going to allow you to treat Bella the way mom treats Jane”
“What the hell does Jane have to do
with this!” She said slamming the glass down on the counter
“You know damn well mom thinks Jane
is lower then pond scum and has no business being part of our family.
She puts up with Jane and is outwardly polite but inside she's
seething with contempt.” The grip on my temper having vanished as
my voice raised “You think Jane doesn't know that or Aro!”
“I don't know what your talking
about! Mom has her own reasons for the way she feels but I’ve been
nothing but nice to Bella. I've made her clothes, invited her for
lunch, hell I even had asked my husband to remove the scar on her...”
giving me a stern glare she added “which did you notice she turned
down? Why would she want to keep that ugly thing on her body?”
I knew why. I had told her to keep it
because the scar didn't matter to me, I didn't see it as part of her
weakness, I saw it as an outward sign of her continued strength.
Something that made her who and what she is, a woman who can overcome
all the ugliness in her life to persevere.
Alice's haughtiness came through as she
announced proudly “All I’ve ever done was try to help
Bella”
“Help her do what!” my aggravation
coming out as anger
“Help her be a better
person...help her move up in the world. Get rid of that small
town, small minded ideas and see there's something more then what she
knows”
It didn't really make any sense it was
almost like Alice was trying to turn Bella into a carbon copy of her.
With the clothes and the materialism, to be the kind of woman my
sister thought all women should be.
“Did Bella ask you to help her
along?”
My sister gave me look of total
condemnation “Who in their right mind wouldn't want to rise above
Edward. To make themselves better then what they are?”
And there I had it. My sister who I
always knew to be a spoiled princess showed me a side of her that I
had never wanted to see. She was a self absorbed snob and somewhere
in the back of my mind I understood that seeing Bella for what she is
rather then what Alice would like her to be, was a reflection in the
mirror my sister didn't care to see.
Everyone loved my Bella, she had an
easy going personality that screamed acceptance and understanding.
There was nothing fake about the woman I loved, she had a genuine
quality that couldn't be taught or instilled in a person. She was
totally unselfish and unconditionally giving to everyone she came in
contact with. In a nut shell Bella was everything my sister was not
and probably wished she was.
With the new understanding the edge in
my voice waned “Bella has nothing to rise above Alice, she is
utterly perfect – for me – exactly the way she is. I love her not
for what she can be but for what she is and the happiness she brings
to my life.”
“Well of course she makes you
happy...” her face crinkled up in disgust as she bobbed her head
“...yes sir, no sir, whatever you say sir...how long do you think
that's going to last? How long before Bella wakes up and is sick of
you telling her what to do all the time?”
She was suggesting something I was sure
would never happen and all I could do was give the one example we
could both associate with.
“I'll bet you thirty years ago mom
asked Aro the same thing. The only difference is I will tell you
straight out sister dear...” saying the words through pursed
lips “...i will take Bella any way I can get her. So make up your
mind if you're going to behave in the refined upstanding social
standards you seem to think is our legacy and have some decorum
towards the woman I love. Or are you going to continue with the
disdainful attitude until the family is ripped apart”
“You don't mean that..”
“I do” assuring her with a firm nod
“...if you think I’m going to bring Bella around knowing she's
going to be uncomfortable or insulted, then you're out of your mind.
This is the third time we've had the same discussion and I don't
want to ever have it again. So do me a favor, if you have an opinion,
keep it to yourself. If you have a comment to make, get yourself a
journal. And if you feel the need to improve someone's life, then
sponsor a child from Africa .”
The relationship with my sister was
forever changed, I left her house that day with a small fissure in my
heart. There was nothing I could do about it, I had given Alice
enough leeway to stop what she was doing. I had even taken into
consideration Bella's belief that she was hormonally charged due to a
surprised pregnancy. However as I had told Bella it didn't excuse her
actions, besides after speaking with my sister it was very clear she
had hidden resentment. Why I didn't know and frankly I didn't care,
that was Alice's problem.
My problem or rather my salvation had
just come through the sliding door and was standing behind me in her
presentation position. She had been up in her room for the past hour
preparing herself both mentally and physically for our evening.
Turning to address Isabella I was pleased to see she had followed my
instructions. She was a vision standing before me with her chin
straight and eyes focused on the ground. Her hair hanging loosely
down her back in soft waves over the short pink silk robe and judging
from the way her nipples stood at attention, the band were securely
in place.
I'd soon be giving them a visual
inspection as my little exhibitionist was going to be taking another
step towards public nudity but first I needed to officially start
our session.
“Good evening Isabella”
Keeping her eyes down all she said by
way of a flat greeting was “Master”
That was not exactly the enthusiasm I
was hoping for, giving the signal for her to look at me I questioned
with the same remote tone she had used.
“Master? That doesn't sound very
enthusiastic Isabella. Perhaps you are not in the right frame of mind
or maybe you are too fatigued to continue...”
I didn't even get to finish when she
blurt out a resounding “No”
Raising my eyes in surprise at the
outburst I watched her quickly clamp down on her bottom lip then
fixated my glare on her “Excuse me?” she remained quiet and I
warned “I would suggest you contain your outburst or this evening
will end before it starts”
Bella continued to chew on her lip as
she struggled to maintain eye contact “Now can you control yourself
or do I need to change my plans in lieu of a having a refresher
course?”
Met with only her quite gaze I demanded
“Answer me, do I need to alter the direction of our evening?”
“No Master”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes Master”
Continuing to watch her grow
uncomfortable under my glare; rather then let her squirm I offered
her a reprieve “Then offer me your sincere apologies, go back
inside and approach me again. This time make sure your attitude is
one of appreciation at being in my presence and you are in full
command of your emotions”
Bella didn't hesitate “Master your
girl is sor...”
Not sure if the hesitation was due to
Bella catching herself of my raised eyebrow from the beginning of the
word I was sure would have been 'sorry', I
prompted sternly “Go on, my girl is what?”
Swallowing hard at
the empathized word she shuttered until finding the correct phase to
use “Your girl is...s..s..sure she does not need a review. She has
been looking forward to serving you all day and should have expressed
that in her greeting. Thank you for allowing this one the chance to
show how much she loves being with her Master”
Eying her
critically I let her stew for a long moment in uncertainly until
conceding “Very well, go back inside, we'll start again” As she
turned to leave I stopped her progress to add another element to our
basic protocol.
“Isabella”
hearing me she halted and gave me her full attention “When I am
directly facing you it is improper for you to turn your back to me
and leave. Instead you should keep eye contact and back way until I
drop my gaze or you can no longer see me.” giving her a second to
take in the new instuctions I asked “Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir”
Offering her a
chance to try out the added rule of etiquette I once again dismissed
her then held her gaze while she eased towards the patio door. After
a few steps I turned back to the grill allowing Bella to move freely.
It was a new aspect of our relationship and like anything else would
require patience on my part and practice on hers. Once she had
returned I was pleased that the second time around was a much better
reply. The resounding “good evening Master” combined with a warm
smile caused my own grin to form.
“That is much
better Isabella, a little zeal goes along way” glancing at my watch
I informed her “However your poor response has caused you to be
tarty by four minutes”
Bella's eyes
narrowed as if she was contemplating a difficult math equation and I
knew damn well what she was thinking. It was true she was there by
six and I had been the one to send her away. However we had already
had a similar situation where the response I had gotten wasn't not up
to an acceptable standard. I had done the same thing then that I had
done this night – sent her away to gather herself and then allowed
her reappear. She was reprimanded that time for being tarty and she
will be again. However if the behavior continues then a whole new
approach will have to be taken. As for the present moment the look of
uncertainty I was receiving called for an explanation.
“I
have told you before Isabella, when you come before me you are to be
totally and completely ready for service. That includes your body,
your attitudes and your words. It would stand to reason if I have to
send you away from my presence then obviously you were inadequately
prepared. The extra time it took for you to gather your senses caused
you to be late. So I will ask, how do you intend to repay me for the
misuse of my time?”
“Could we add the
minutes on to the end time?”
Ah...that's the easy way out
“No we can not.
My night is already planned those minutes are lost, so there will
have to be some other way.”
I was waiting for
truly the only answer that would have been acceptable and thankfully
I didn't have to wait very long. Squaring her shoulders Bella held my
gaze while she spoke with complete confidence “Master your girl
will comply with whatever you see fit”
That's my girl
Inside I was
reeling with the possibilities, outside I continued to appear unfazed
“So be it. Right now we need to eat, so please retrieve the bowls
of pasta salad and melon from the refrigerator.”
“Yes sir” she
said and caught herself before turning away from me. Proud she
remembered I kept eye contact until she reached the patio doors
before looking away towards the table. Noticing Bella's journal
sitting there I figured it was safe to say she would have seen there
was only one place setting and her mat rested on the floor next to my
chair.
Checking the grill
I brushed the last of the glaze over the skewers and turned off the
heat before closing the lid just as Bella returned. Not wanting to go
through the whole retrieval process I had her set the bowls down
without any ceremony and was rather pleased at the reaction from
seeing only my plate. The small gleam in her eye along with the hint
of a smile told me what I already knew.
“Isabella is
pleased” she tried harder to fringe indifference but it was
impossible for her to hide the happiness. I knew damn well Bella
enjoyed being hand fed, I could only hope that delight would carry
through with the rest of my plan.
“Since she is so
gratified, it's only fair that I should be just as contented”
Reaching out to tug
on the sash holding her robe closed I watched her eyes for a
reaction. This was nothing new, Bella had already been on the patio
with the robe gaping open. That time I had tied the belt into a tight
knot at her back, this time I completely removed it and draped it
around my neck. The first sign of nervousness came when my hands
slipped under the lapels and started gliding the robe off her
shoulders. Bella's eyes widened as the garment slid from her body to
pool at her feet and she bit her lip in anxiety as her eyes shifted
out into the yard.
The wooden fence
and trees made us completely obscured from the street and the
positioning of the patio provided us with complete privacy. Still it
would take a few moments for her to gain the confidence she needed to
be comfortable. Wanting to reassure her I placed my hand under her
chin so she'd focus on me.
“Whose pleasure
are you here for Isabella?”
Her voice sounded
slightly troubled yet Bella answered “Yours Master”
“That's right.
Mine and only mine and it's my pleasure to spend the dinner hour with
my property unencumbered by clothing.”
Letting go of her
chin I stepped behind Bella and skimming my hands down her arms to
bring her hands back where I used the sash to bind them together in
a slip knot. Making sure the improvised restraint could be easily
removed I stepped in closer to her until her shoulders rested against
my chest. With her hands tied behind her, Bella needed to arch her
back and that gave me the perfect opportunity to start working.
My hands that had
been braced on her hips traveled up her ribs to the swell of her
breast and I marveled in the way her body responded. There was not
one bit of anxiety in her as small goosebumps formed on her skin
while she thrust her chest out to meet my hands.
Chuckling wickedly
I growled by her ear “What does my slut desire?”
All I got was a
slight whimper as my thumbs drew circles around the band encased
nipples and I asked a different question “Does my slut enjoy my
hands on her?”
Flicking the hard
nubs a few times caused a small moan and Bella gasped out a 'yes
sir' as I started rolling her nipples between thumbs and
forefingers. With every breath, panting whimpers started to escape
her mouth and her hips started moving in an attempt to find some
friction as her need began to build.
Twisting her
nipples caused a loud cry and I gave a hushed yet stern warning
against her ear “Quiet Isabella. The neighbors might not be able to
see you but they certainly can hear”
Her gyrating hips
were doing a number on my already throbbing dick which I rubbed
against her side causing yet another moan that was not helping with
my control. Letting my right hand drift down over her stomach I held
Bella still while my other hand continued to squeezed her nipple.
Bella trembled and I felt the muscles in her stomach tighten from the
suppressed scream.
While I continued
to tug her nipple harshly the hand on her stomach slid down the
smoothness until it came in contact with her slick core. “My oh my,
some body is more then a little wet”
I wasn't lying, she
was soaked and as my middle finger began to draw circles around her
clit the quiet she had been fighting so hard to contain was gone. The
moans grew louder as my finger applied more pressure to the hardening
bundle of nerves. With each circle her hips bucked froward while the
pressure I used on her nipple increased. There was no keeping quiet,
Isabella's inhibitions were completely lost as she moaned loudly in
wantonly desire.
Using my knee I
tapped the inside of her thighs “Spread your legs Isabella”
As she complied my
fingers left their warm moist home and came down on her outer lips
with a quick slap. The jolt registered in Bella and a deep moan
escaped her throat as she instinctual drew away from the pain.
Tightening my hold
over her chest and my fingers on her nipple I growled “Offer it to
me”
Sucking in a deep
raspy breath she opened her legs and thrust her hips out to receive
another one. Rather then pull away from each my hand Bella thrust her
hips out, meeting the strike with a wanton moan. I The panting
breaths growing so loud I had to abandon the attention I was giving
her nipple to stifle the sounds.
With my hand in
place over her mouth it was easy to tilt her head back so I could see
her face. She had a wild look in her eyes that made me consider
fucking her right then and there. Instead I held in my own desire by
focusing solely on her.
“What's the magic
number Isabella?” I wasn’t sure if she knew the answer and even
if she did there was no way she could have answered so I said it for
her.
Staring down into
her wide desire filled eyes I snarled “Ten” then preceded
to reign them down in quick rapid secession while her muffled cries
drowned out the sounds of my slaps. By the last one Bella was
trembling and when my fingers once again found her clit she screamed
out into my hand and practically begged me with her eyes for release.
“Do you want to
cum?” I asked, knowing damn well she did.
Panting heavily
around my hand all Bella could do was stare at me while nodding out a
yes – and I had her right where I wanted her.
Staring down into
her eyes I gave the answer through my own heavy pant “Not yet”
and removed my hand from where it had been pleasuring her. Bella
shuttered at the loss and let out a whimper that could only be
described as frustrated pain.
That's one...three more to go.
It took a good long
minute before she – and I - had calmed down enough for me to guide
Bella to the mat. Once she was situated I fed her a few pieces of
melon. The cold fruit had enough juice in it to quench her thirst and
the act of chewing would continue to bring her body back to a
semi-normal state. However watching her tongue dart out of her open
mouth to accept what I was giving her had the exact opposite effect
on me.
Using the napkin I
wiped off her mouth from where a few dribbles of juice had escaped
and uncomfortably stood to got the food off the grill. Sitting down I
gave Bella a drink, made up our plate of food and began to the erotic
dance of hand feeding my slut.
Half way through
the meal that was filled with sounds of pleasure and wishful looks I
picked up her journal to read through and concentrated more on my own
dinner. Scanning through the pages it was fairly clear Bella hadn't
written anything new since the weekend. The daily log was dutifully
filled in, telling me what I already knew – the weeks exercise
routines had been lacked. It was partially my fault so I couldn't
really blame her, still it required mentioning.
“Do you have
something you wish to confess?”
I wasn't exactly
sure what her preparation routine involved, that was all on Bella.
Whatever rituals she went through to reach the point where she was
completely immersed in the role was fine with me. If there was a
problem or she couldn't get into the right frame of mind, then I
could – and would – make suggestions. My inquiry of a confession
would tell me just how much she prepared herself, because if it was
me; analyzing my journal would be a definite part of the procedure.
Looking down at
Bella I raised one eyebrow in expectation of an answer and didn't
have to wait very long. Her posture alone would have told me the
truth, her tell signs coming through loud and clear. Her shoulders
stiffened, her eyes narrowed, her chin lowered and her teeth bit into
that bottom lip like she was gnaw it off – her tell signs.
“Yes..Sir”
With her head down
it was impossible to see her eyes “Isabella look at me”
Squaring her
shoulders again Bella brought her eyes to mine and I nodded in assent
“Now, speak”
“Your girl hasn't
done very well with her exercising and she also had neglected to
begin working on one of the goals she set for herself. It's not
that she forgot...” blurting out the begging of an excuse which
I quickly cut off with an icy glare.
“Did I ask you
for justification?”
“No Sir” she
said dropping her chin again and I barked out “Look at me”
Snapping her head
back into position her eyes told me everything I needed to know –
my girl was slightly annoyed. Not sure if it was with herself or me I
figured it best to test the waters and maybe give a small piece of
advice.
“I wasn't asking
for an excuse, so if you feel the need to bare your soul or come up
with some sort of justification for your actions, don't worry the
time for that will come. Right now all I want from from you is a list
of transgressions. ” taking a deep breath I gave my warning “That
is the second time this evening you have spoken out of turn, I would
suggest you not make it three. Because the next time will not be met
with words but rather a swift punishment.” lifting her chin I made
sure there was no misunderstanding on the matter by speaking
deliberately slow “Do I Make Myself Clear?”
“Yes Sir” The
flat tone of her voice telling me all I needed to know
oh yeah the annoyance was definitely
with me
That was ok, a
little bit of irritation can make for an interesting evening.
Releasing her chin
I sat back in my chair to take another bit of food after swallowing I
started again “Now if I can continue without anymore rudeness”
picking up the glass I took a long drink before offering the ice
water to Bella while I continued “We were on the confession part,
not vindication”
Removing the glass
from her lips a small splash of water dropped from her chin onto her
chest making her gasp as I watched the bead of moisture disappear in
the valley between her breast. Liking the small reaction she gave, my
mind came up with an idea for me to be able to see it again.
Putting the glass
down I rotated my finger in a half circle; Bella complied with the
direction turning around on the mat. With her back to me I freed her
hands by releasing the knot in the sash then guided until she was
sitting on the mat with her back directly in contact with my legs.
“Now look at me
Isabella” having no alternative she arched her back and tilted her
head until it rested on my thigh, giving her a direct view of my
face.
“I believe my
slut was confessing” I stated while smoothing out her hair with my
fingers. “Is that all there was?”
“Yes Master”
“Hmmmm....” I
hummed while reaching to pick up the glass to take a sip, then
watched the contentment in Bella's eyes disappear as I held the
moisture covered glass over her body. One hand still stroking her
hair while the other tilted the glass ever so slightly as I warned
“Stay still”
Holding it there I
admired Bella's attempt to win at my little game of 'red light',
looking up at me like a deer caught in the headlight. She was
actually very good at it and when she wanted to be was more obedient
then I could ever hope for. However there was no fun in total
compliance, my girl was going to need a push.
Letting my hand
move from her hair to her shoulders I once again began to tease her
breast, letting my finger tips run lightly over the fullness. Using
the lightest of touches and barely making contact with the sensitive
nipple. Her body responding with deep breaths as she thrust out her
chest and looking down at her I grinned evilly.
“I told you to
stay still” letting a splash of cold water roll over the brim to
land on the slope of her other breast. The sudden coldness causing
Bella to react with a flinch as the small stream flowed over her
flesh.
“Now you said
there was nothing else, only lack of keeping your exercise schedule”
speaking as my hand became more intent with the nipple it was playing
with. “With all the disruptions to your daily schedule I can
understand just see that you keep up with the yoga. My concern is
with something far more important. What were your three goals
Isabella?”
Shifting her
shoulders caused me to spill more water, this time landing in the
middle of her chest and running down over her belly into the junction
between her thighs. At her quick intake of air along with the small
shiver I let another splash land on the breast I was playing with. As
the water hit her skin I tugged hard on her nipple making her whimper
in pleasurable pain.
Setting the glass
down, I set about playing with both nipples, simultaneously tugging,
twisting and pinching them. Bella has a one tract mind with a
tendency to get lost in the sensations and I needed to remind her.
“The goals
Isabella, what were they?” as I asked my finger squeezed hard on
both nipples causing Bella to both gasp and cry out her answer. “To
call my father!”
“Who's father!”
I questioned with authority while twisting the nubs in my fingers
“Your
sluts...your sluts father!” glassy, lust induced eyes fluttered
open to stare into mine as she begged “Please Master...please...”
I was so busy
watching the reaction my hands were causing to her face that I
totally neglected what she was doing with the rest of her body. Her
thighs which should have been spread open where clamped shut as she
squirmed around looking for any kind of relief.
A quick slap under
her left breast caused another gasp from her and a demand from me
“Bend your knees and spread your thighs”
As she complied I
demanded “What were the other two goals Isabella?”
Her breathing was
growing raspy as was her talking yet she still managed to pant out
“To always...remember...mas...Master's ...point ...of view”
That was the one I
was interested in, Bella kind of shuddered as her eyes closed when my
thumbs went back to soothingly stroking her nipples with my thumbs.
“I want to know how you feel you are doing with respect to that
particular task”
Calming herself
Bella let a deep cleansing breath before her eyes drifted open “This
one is trying hard Master. When something comes up, she ask herself,
how does it effect Master and that helps her to put in in
perspective”
Nodding at the
answer my fingers started to kick up the level of attention they were
giving her nipples while I responded “I see, so can I ask how the
terms of our bet play into that philosophy?” her eyes widened but I
couldn't tell if the reaction was from the tight hold I had on her
nipples or the question so I continued “I agreed with the terms and
will abide by the outcome. Yet the way I see it you manipulated the
situation in hopes of getting you want. Now I ask you...” squeezing
just a little bit tighter “...how was that putting my point of view
in the forefront of your mind?”
Easing up on my
grip I allowed Bella a moment to get her thoughts together before
once again tugging hard and demanding “Answer me”
“Master...” she
squealed before taking in a fresh lung full of air to start again
“Master, your girl is ashamed to say in that instance she
completely disregarded your opinion. Had she thought about it, the
suggestion never would have come up. If you would rather call the
whole bet off...”
It took everything
I had not to burst out laughing at the antics she was trying to pull.
I don't know who the hell she thought she was talking to but my girl
was not playing me for a fool. She wanted those damn Fruity Pebbles
and wanted them on her terms – quickly and guilt free.
However there was
something she had not taken into account and cutting her off mid
sentence I reminded her “No I said I'd abide by the terms and I
will.” twisting the nipples again until she sucked air in through
her teeth “Because for all your attempts to get what you want...”
tugging them away from her body “....there is something you have
not considered...” pinching them tightly between my fingers
“...first you have to win”
A shiver went
though her body as her eyes grew hazy as a long drawn out moan
escaped her throat. I knew that look of longing and I warned through
pursed lips “Don't even ask”
Holding her
suspended half way between letting the pain take hold or the pleasure
of it over power her I could see Bella struggling to keep herself in
check. I knew the slightest little bit of added pressure on her
nipples would cause her to loose the hold she had. Part of me wanted
to push her in that direction, just to see how much she could take.
But the bigger more reasonable side of me wanted to keep her
frustratedly needy. That was the part I listened to especially since
she still owed me.
And as I watched
Bella get herself back in command of her senses my own body was
screaming for attention. The control I yielded over Bella along with
her reactions from the breast play had my dick straining to get out
of it's painful confines. I was going to need release, and soon
because as much as I enjoy pushing Bella and testing myself there was
only so much a man can take.
“Sit up Isabella”
I needed to get
myself under control and there was no way in hell I would be able to
accomplish that with her in the position she was in. Handing her the
glass of water so she could take a drink I wondered “Are you still
bleeding Isabella?”
“Yes Sir”
replying as she gave back the glass
The previous night
as I helped her unpack all the stuff she had brought from her house
Bella had produced a box of cervical cups. When I questioned what
they were for, I was informed they acted as a reverse diaphragm.
Being that instead of creating a barrier to keep sperm out these
small round rings are inserted to keep menstrual flow in. They act as
tampon by capturing the fluid yet leaving the vagina unobstructed.
I had no frame of
reference to know if she was correct or not so I was going on blind
faith when I asked if she was wearing one. Telling me 'no' I
instructed Bella to retrieve one from upstairs and bring it down to
me. While she was gone I started gathering the dishes, taking them
inside just as Bella was returning. After presenting herself to me I
took in beauty of her, she truly was exquisite and having Bella
standing there in all her naked glory just made me all the more glad
I was a man.
Not only a man but
her man, The Man, the one who loved her, who cared for her, the one
who owned her. That ownership required there be no hindrances in our
relationship, there could be nothing between us. Not her emotions,
her inhibitions, or even her self-consciences, nothing should get in
the way of her following my directions. Sometimes that will require
Bella to 'think about my point of view', sometimes she will need to
remember that there is a 'purpose' to everything I do, and still
other times she will simply comply because I demanded it of her.
It didn't really
matter to me what reason she used to obey, just so she did.
And that included
the directive that seemed to tax Bella's resolve more then anything
ever had.
“Come we'll go to
the bathroom so you can rid yourself of the tampon and show me how
that cup works”
