EPOV
A morning spent with Emmett is always an experience, add in any form of competition and you get an encounter that is not forgotten. However I think he met his match with Emery. The two of them got along like old frat buddies, ragging and harassing one another with almost every swing. The banter between them being exactly what I needed to take my mind off of the unpleasant events that surrounded the morning.
The last thing I wanted to do was leave Bella to go golfing but I knew she was going to need the time to process all I had said. Allow the words and actions to sink into that stubborn brain of hers so she could make a decision on how we were going to proceed. There was really nothing else I could have told her and sticking around to discuss the points would have been like beating a dead horse – useless.
I wasn’t lying when I told Bella I wasn’t angry, I did admit to being frustrated but how could I not be. How could a woman who writes ‘I find security, love and happiness in giving Him control over every part of me. ’ Then turn around and basically tell me she was not going do something that was vital to her agreed upon training.
Not that she couldn’t control her orgasms or she had a hard time managing her release, no my determined girl just didn’t want to.
There’s a big difference in those circumstances
I knew damn well Bella could control her orgasms she had proven that several times on an everyday normal level and went over the top on the ride home from the cabin. So it made me very curious why there all of a sudden seemed to be a continuous problem. I could understand when she said it felt so good and she boosted my ego by saying my hands caused her extra pleasure. Still that was no excuse for basically completely disregarding my commands. Especially one that was a major part of our contract and one that if followed would exemplify her written statement ‘it is only through his complete gratification in my service that I find the strength to submit.’
Bella basically wrote my gratification gives her strength – I was at a complete and total loss when the words were contrary to the actions. Had Bella said to me ‘there are times when it’s difficult’ it would have given me something to work with. I could have given her some exercises to help disassociate from the pleasure or worked on getting a grasp so the orgasm didn’t sneak up on her. Instead I get an answer of total brazen defiance.
“I don’t want to”
What the fuck is up with that?
She don’t want to? – well too bad for her.
There is no debating the decree, this isn’t a democracy.
This is Edwardville and she is going to do what she’s fucking told to do or suffer the consequences. Up to that point I had been fairly lenient with Bella’s slips, because I thought that’s what they were. I had her write sentences, stand in the corner and even teased her into conformity all those fun little things to add some playfulness. Little did I know she had her own motives and I was the one being played.
Bella through her own stubborn temperament was still attempting to manipulate by refusing to accept my authority. There were many submissive’s who had free reign over their orgasms, could cum seven ways to Sunday without a blink of an eye – Isabella was not one of them.
Her pleasure was to be administered by my command at my digression and that was not open for debate. She had agreed to the condition and then she unilaterally decided not to follow it all because she didn’t want to.
Bella resolved on her own that her pleasure was more important than her obedience. She completely disregarded the weeks of training along with my desires. When I told her she had to learn not to be a greedy little slut, wait for permission and then thank me, the last thing I expected was a flippant reply.
“And what if I don’t?”
Challenging me, the girl – my girl – who the night before had pledged me total surrender had just challenged my control over her.
Had Bella laughed, giggled, smirked or shown any other sign of mischievousness perhaps we could have continued on with the conversation. But when I looked in her eyes the defiance was clear and the smugness of her resolve was obvious. Bella honestly thought she had the upper hand and I had no way to bring a cum-slut into submission.
Which if that was what Bella wanted to be, we could deal with that, work around the configurations of our relationship. We would need to set new rules and boundaries but first she had to know what she was getting herself into. There is no mutual pleasure except for the gratification each one gets from their own release. And the orgasm is always on their terms, if that’s what she wanted, that’s what she’d get. After all no matter how much I try there is no way for me to force her to concede to my will, Bella had to give it freely.
I had planned on giving her a reward for how much her journal writing had pleased me, it would also be a good lead in to the demonstration Bella needed to experience. After all she couldn’t very well make an informed decision without having all the facts. Cum sluts are greedy little things who much like a heroin addict is addicted to the needle, they are addicted to the release. I was sort of wondering how many times Bella would actually cum before she reached her limit. I was also curious to know how many times she would let go before midnight. Because in my mind I had set a time frame for her and just to make the demonstration authentic I wanted her coated in cum when she made the decision on how she wanted to proceed with our relationship. After all she should be proud to wear what means so very much to her that she could disregard everything else to get it.
I had been stressing all night the need for her to thank me. Bella’s manners in that respect had been sorely lacking, it wasn’t her fault she hadn’t learned it yet. That was going to change, in all things whether it was an ordered meal, an orgasm or a spanking I was to be thanked for every piece of my attention she received. In her journal she wrote about desiring my attentions with a type of jealousy, if that was true she needed to show her gratitude. Much to my delight that was a lesson she seemed to have caught on to very quickly. The rest I was on pins and needles waiting to see what way the tide was going to turn.
The first orgasm on the ball was fucking amazing; she was squirming and begging to the point where I swear I could see her clit throbbing with need. One touch of the wand to the top of her gland and the bullet flew out of her with a rush of fluids, exploding cum over her thighs with a force that sprayed drops of moisture on my shirt. Screaming out a ‘thank you’, her response was so glorious my dick went from wood to fucking mahogany and damn if it wasn’t crying out to get inside her.
But unlike Bella, I heeded the training that taught me to control those desires and stood to see if I couldn’t get her to do the same thing.
In my mind I had for some reason picked the number ten and there was thirty-five minutes to get eight from her. I chose the long strand rubber floggers; their strike produces very little if any pain. They were meant to tantalize, tease and excite, building the desire without producing enough stimulation for subspace. I didn’t want Bella to fizz out, she needed to enjoy the releases, and I wanted to watch her do it.
I had used the stand to hold the wand between her legs letting the smooth large head rest on the apex of her clitoris. Not directly on the gland itself but lying on the shaft above it so the constant vibration would give the stimulation she needed.
Standing I wanted her to look at me, she seemed uncomfortable and I needed to make sure she was in the right frame of mind to begin. Bella was reluctant to look at me; as I thought about why and assumed she had never cum in a gush like that. When she did met my eyes they were filled with uncertainty and I made a comment about next time using a bucket to catch the cum. It was fucking awesome watching her lose herself in the pleasure. She needed to know it was alright and shouldn’t be insecure about her body or embarrassed on its response. I found delight in seeing my girl come undone and I wanted to see it some more.
Working the floggers over her torso it took a few minutes to get Bella worked up and when she was, it was not disappointing. Grinding her hips she pushed against the wand building up the tension in herself. The muscles in her stomach tightened as the moans from her mouth became more primal. She looked about ready to implode on herself and I figured it was time. Turning on the wand her whole body tensed and it was as if time stood still. The quiver started in her head, traveling down her body as she came screaming out ‘Thank You’
Yeah she had the gratitude down pat
It was sort of hard to tell what was an actual orgasm and what was an aftershock but judging from how her body responded along with the screeches she left out and the cursing, there were two real ones that came rather quickly together. She was thrashing about trying to make up her mind if she enjoyed the sensations or she didn’t. Her hips alternated from gyrating to get away to rising and grinding herself against it.
She was absolutely glorious in the way her body responded to the stimulation from both the wand and the flogger. The muscles in her arms and shoulders tensing as she stretched her body to meet the strikes holding herself there until she tired and collapsed into the ball. And the sounds she was making were incredible, muttered words and squeals of both discomfort and pleasure made my dick ache
Bella came again in a gush of fluids sending both ends of the bullet from her body and she lost the grip on the cane letting roll on the floor.
She was getting tired – as I knew she would – and started pleading through panting breaths “Please Master …Please!!!”
Pleading does no good
I didn’t hear something for the last few orgasms and forcefully reminded her “Thank me Isabella.”
“Thank You!” she screamed out with brashness.
That’s my girl - show me your attitude
The pleading returned immediately “Master…no more…please…Please…PLEASE!”
As the words left her mouth Bella lifted her hips smashing herself against the wand. She sucked in a breath as her eyes grew wide and the sixth orgasm took her away “Ohhhh…..God…Mother…Fu…”
That one was powerful
Her body slumped back on the ball, fluid draining from between her legs, her sweat covered chest heaving with needed air. I wasn’t sure how exhausted she was and I need to hear her voice to decide so I yelled out “Thank me!”
“Thank…than…thank” the words came out through panting breaths.
Give me one more baby
I wanted her to cum once more and she had to realize the purpose of the exercise “Come on Isabella, this is what you wanted…It feels good remember”
I could see her body responding whether to my words or the stimulation I wasn’t sure. It looked to me like she was fighting the release, holding on. I knew the constant vibration was not pleasant but the orgasm itself made it worth the effort so I yelled at her to push her over the edge “You don’t want to hold it back, you want to be a cum slut…and baby I aim to please...So cum.”
Her training took over at the sound of me saying cum – she did
Screaming and muttering in Quileute something about the moon and warm night with a few ‘fucks’ thrown in. Those were the only words I could recognize as her body slumped into the ball and she let the orgasm take her away.
It was almost midnight and she had enough, dropping the floggers I turned off the wand then held her sweat covered body against mine while I undid the wrist cuffs. She was shaking from the exertion of her body along with the sweat drying making her teeth chatter. Propping her against my chest to unhook the ankle cuffs Bella fisted my shirt and held on while I carried her to bed. Sitting on the side I put the throw blanket over her shoulders and held her to me until she had stopped shaking.
I knew she’d be tired which was the reason I had already prepared the bed. Laying her down Bella groaned out a mumbled ‘no...no…no’ as I forcibly released the hold she had on my shirt. A few strands of hair stuck to her face and I swept them off before massaging her neck and shoulders. Listening to the little mewls as my hands worked out the tension in the muscles. Her body relaxing while I moved my way down each arm to make sure the cuffs hadn’t caused any chaffing. Satisfied I tucked the throw blanket around her chest before working my way down paying close attention to her hips and thighs.
Besides overextending the muscles I was slightly concerned about irritation from all the moisture but it seemed fine – sticky – but fine. My hands moved down her calves to check the cuffs around her ankles which were still on and would remain that way. Satisfied Bella was alright I went over to get the bottles of water I had brought down with me.
Squatting down next to the bed, I put the water on floor and let my hands drift back up her legs. I had told Bella in the beginning of our evening that her first orgasm would be by my hand and so would the last. Reminding her I had a promise to keep, my fingers parted her slick folds allowing me to inspect the slightly puffy flesh. The area was shiny pink, her clitoris bulging out from under the hood and the whole area was slick with her cum. The aroma of Bella’s essence hit my nose sending my dick into near convulsions.
But first things first, Bella had one more orgasm to give me before she could rest a bit and then I would take my turn. My two fingers slid inside her and she woke up with a vengeance, pushing my hand away ‘Nooo…no…more …please…”
Adjusting my position I used my left hand to hold both of hers against her belly and told her what I was going to do. She let out a whimpering cry as my thumb touched her over excited clit. Working it in a circle her hips rotated and I warned her to lie still while I used the force of her hands to stress the point. Her head swayed from side to side while she muttered ‘please Master’ as the tension in her legs increased.
I knew Bella had reached the point where the buildup no longer held any pleasure yet she was fighting it and I wanted to reminder exactly what she was holding off “Come on Isabella, give it to me. Give me the orgasm you enjoy so much.”
Bella’s legs were shaking with the effort, the muscles in her stomach so tight I couldn’t see how she was breathing through the strain. Yet ever the tenacious one she continued to keep struggling while crying out “It burns…It burns.”
I had no doubt the nerves were over stimulated to the point where it was uncomfortable but she still had feeling and in all honesty she could have gone longer but it was time for Bella to give in. Thinking she needed something to push her over the edge I threatened “That means you’re not numb yet, maybe another hour on the ball…”
And it worked
Bella’s shoulders lifted off the bed as she screamed “Nooooo!”
Having exerted herself from screaming Bella’s head flopped back on the pillow as her body was rocked with the eighth and final orgasm. Her chest was heaving with the effort of drawing in air as she muttered words that made no sense in any language I had ever heard. Giving her a minute to calm down I opened the bottle of water and lifted her head so she could drink it, cursing myself for not bringing a straw. I knew she’d be exhausted and I should have thought of that.
Her lips were slightly parted yet Bella moved her head away from the bottle and I had to command her to drink the water, wiping the excess from her chin with my shirt. Once she had taken a good long drink I laid her head down on the pillow. Beyond exhausted she sobbed out a quiet ‘no’ while I secured her wrist together.
Her eyes pleading with me to allow her rest.
Holding her gaze I stoked the loose strands of hair from her face soothing away the worry while telling her to ‘hush’.
She let out a whimper of exhaustion while I finished restraining her wrist to the bed before tucking the blankets around her so she could sleep. I wasn’t finished with her for the night, but her body had worked hard and needed to rest before I drove home the point that needed to be made.
Stroking her hair – that was no longer fashioned as it had been – I told her “I’m not done with you yet, however even cum slut’s need a break. You rest for a bit, I’ll rouse you when I’m ready.”
Getting to my feet I could have sworn Bella mumbled out a ‘thank you’ yet to me she appeared to already be asleep. Dimming the lights around the bed area I allowed her the needed rest while I cleaned up the playroom. Placing the cane on the floor I checked Bella once more before turning on the monitor and tucking the receiver in my pocket. Leaving her alone in the playroom wasn’t something I liked doing but there really was no choice. The first floor needed to be secured and I had to get Seth settled for the night.
Not wanting to leave Bella alone any longer than necessary, all I did was get a pair of pajama pants and Seth’s bed from my bedroom, turned out the lights and double checked the security system. The hardest part was getting the silly dog to follow me down the stairs. Knowing I didn’t normally allow him to accompany me down to the basement he sat at the top of the steps. Half way down I realized he hadn’t budged, looking over my shoulder I smacked my lip and called him “Come on boy”
He stood but still wouldn’t come down; reaching the bottom I had to pat my leg and call him again before Seth finally figured it was alright to follow. I don’t know why I was so reluctant to let him into the playroom. It’s not that I thought he would damage anything, it was more my fear of what smells he would pick up.
Bella was sleeping when I put Seth’s bed alongside of the chair and I laid my pajama pants over the back and went to use the bathroom before I undressed. Dimming the lights over the bed, I laid next to Bella thinking about the next part of what I had planned.
My idea was to take her as many ways as I could, deriving my pleasure without any thought or concern for hers. It wasn’t going to cause her any pain; it would be quick, hard and totally selfish. Then Bella would wear my cum along with hers as a trophy, a reminder that her body was indeed mine. I couldn’t control her orgasms but I sure as hell could control mine and that included how I got it, where it went and how long it stayed there.
Using the lube I began stoking myself, letting the pressure build before I removed the blankets from Bella. Gripping her hips I twisted them so she’d be on her belly, the sudden movement scaring her as she tensed up and let out loud gasp while looking over her shoulder. Frightening her was not part of the plan, and I wanted her to know it was only me. Letting her hear my voice as I told her to be ‘quiet’ helped to settle her but she still whined and squirmed at the feel of my cock. Giving her thigh a slap I warned her to hold still, there was no way I was going to allow her any control over the situation. Yet she had a right to know what was happening and what my motives were.
“It’s my turn” I said pulling the pillow out and using my hand to hold her head still while I fucked her on my terms. Using her body for nothing more than an outlet before pulling out to spurt my cum on her back. After wiping my hands and before putting on my pants I wiped the last drops of leaking cum on her letting Bella know exactly why I was doing it ““Wouldn’t want you to miss any,”
It was cold and callous but at that point it was completely necessary to disassociate myself from the woman I loved. She was going to have to realize that things are not done on her terms simply because she thinks that the way it should happen. When she was Isabella everything that occurred was the conditions I set forth, not her. I’m sure Bella wanted an explanation or perhaps at that moment she might have been willing to discuss my concerns minus the flippant attitude. The problem was, the time for talking was over I had tried that route with no success. So like with almost everything else Bella needed a firsthand view of exactly how a cum-slut was treated.
That meant she needed to shut up and take it.
A few hours later I woke Bella again to finish what my hand had started. Her eyes flew to mine and I had to push her head away to separate myself from the woman who looked at me in total confusion. Telling her as a cum-slut she didn’t have the privilege to look on my face. I kept Bella pinned in position as I fucked her with absolutely no feeling. It was robotic, going through the motions with no desire or even pleasure as I came on her stomach.
Cleaning myself off, I once again wiped the last drops on Bella, tucked the blankets around her and laid down to try and get some sleep. The lights around the bed were very dim, casting shadows in the windowless room and Bella’s sniffling sobs echoed through the darkness.
I wanted to call it quits, end the whole thing and see if maybe Bella would be willing to listen to what I had been trying to say. But I had already started the process and couldn’t stop with the demonstration unfinished. In my own mind it would be like stopping in the middle of a surgery, only removing half of the tumor, allowing the rest of the cancer to continue growing. I had started the demonstration and I needed to finish it, no matter how much I hated to make her cry. And that was truly the problem, her tears.
Everything inside me screamed to pull Bella into my arms and comfort her. That is the hardest desire to push aside, the one that says to shelter and protect the one you love. There was only one way I knew how to do it, hardening myself I detached from the situation.
With clinched fist I isolated my emotions telling Bella “Don’t cry. You’re getting what you wanted.”
Bella quieted after a few minutes and fell back to sleep while I lay looking up into my dark reflection of the mirrored ceiling of the bed. There was only enough light to cast a few shadows but I could clearly make out our features. Bella rolled onto her side turning away from me and a cold chill ran through me. Tucking the blanket around her shoulder I realized the chill wasn’t from the air but from the loss of proximity.
I wanted so much to hold her, pull Bella into my arms and find comfort in her warmth but I couldn’t do that. Holding her would weaken my resolve, I did however inch my way closer until I could feel the heat from her back against my arm – that was as close as I dared to get. In that closeness I was able to settle myself enough to sleep for a few hours.
The six-thirty alarm went off and Seth was right at my feet with a wagging tail, I figured he remembered the run we took the previous morning and was expecting a repeat.
Not today boy
He was going to have to content himself with running around the yard; I only had a short amount of time before Emmett arrived and a lot to do. Getting Bella up, I had to remind her about remaining quiet. She really looked kind of miserable and I wondered what she was thinking. Yet I wanted her to remain quiet so she could accomplish that task – think.
Bella needed to take in everything I was going to say and do, let it all sink into her brain and then…well she was going to have to decide. She needed to focus on the point I was trying to make, not wasting mental energy on worrying about how she was going to respond – hence the command for silence.
Giving Bella the water I had her drink it while I examined the cuffs around her wrist and ankles. They were lined with fleece, meant to be worn for long periods of time so I wasn’t expecting a problem. But you never know and should always caution on the safe side. Bella’s were fine and after working out the tightness in her muscles we went upstairs.
The coffee smelled heavenly and while Seth was outside and Bella was in the bathroom I poured myself a cup while mentally preparing to finish what I started. Had her hesitance in stepping up on the chair not been complete disobedience the look on Bella’s face would have been comical. As it was my patience was wearing thin, I had a little over an hour and a lot to do. Getting her into position on the table I went back into the kitchen, used the bathroom, let Seth in, fed him and made our breakfast.
Bella was where I had left her and I set the tray of food down between her opened knees feeding the two of us while I stroked my hand over my dick. The voyeurism in Bella was kicking into play and I could see in her eyes the desire starting to creep in as she watched my hand. I wasn’t really sure how excited she would be and it really wasn’t about Bella enjoying herself. Pushing the tray out of the way I stood working my hand over my dick until I was ready to cum then let it spurt out on her chest. With her eyes locked on my dick like a radar Bella watched me spread the cum around but never once looked at my face. That was good thing as I wasn’t sure how much of the distaste I was feeling shown in my eyes.
Picking up the tray I moved to the other end of the table, ate a few more bites but found I really wasn’t hungry. Bella stayed in position trying to stifle the tears yet her sniffles were clear in the quiet room. I knew she was confused but damn it so was I.
“Why the tears? You got what you wanted?” having said the same thing in the middle of the night I gave her more to think about “You were able to orgasm as much and as often as you could with no restrictions. You had your time of pleasure; it seems only fair that I have an equal share.”
There was no way I was going to be able to match her orgasm for orgasm. The female anatomy allows for multiple releases, the male, not so much.
Which is part of the reason I get off watching her cum, knowing she derived pleasure from what I was doing gave me a sense of pride that was almost as good as cumming myself. Controlling that pleasure, the sheer force of nature that has the capacity to take you to another dimension is as close to being god as I’m ever going to get. I fucking love watching Bella struggle to hold off and then practically cum myself when her whole body shakes in total bliss because I commanded it.
I didn’t think Bella realized how much joy I received from that action since she so easily disregarded it. Clearing my throat I decided it was time to bring what happened the night before in the playroom along with the morning activities together.
“Do you know what a cum slut is Isabella?”
She had joked with me about being one, which would have been fine except in the context in which I was using the term it really wasn’t funny.
Bella remain quiet while I told her my definition of the title. Once I was done I made it clear that how we proceeded was entirely up to her and then explained how that worked “You get yours on your terms, I get mine on mine. There is no mutual gratification and our see-saw is balanced purely by the numbers.”
Getting up to stand in front of her I told her the running total “Which as of right now you still owe me eight.”
Palming what I had to assume was her tender sex Bella made a hissing sound making me remind her to stay ‘quiet’,, then I also reminded her of what she told me on the ride home from Oregon. “You told me my hands made you feel so good you didn’t want to delay your release.”
Wanting to see how tender she was I slid my fingers along her folds, capturing her clit between them. She stayed still not showing any sign of pain so I figured the area wasn’t too sore. A little discomfort was to be expected but it should be gone within a few hours. I asked her how she enjoyed all the orgasms and made it clear there was not a chance in hell I would have allowed her to cum some many times.
Not that she could have stopped the orgasms from happening, short of safe wording, which there really was no reason for. Besides after the constant vibration against the nerves I’m sure the release was the best part of the exercise.
Lifting Bella off the table to place her on the floor I had one thing running through my mind – Just get it over with.
She took me in her mouth and I ran fantasies of scenes I want to explore through my mind while I fisted her hair and used her mouth. There was no joy, no carnal desire I might as well of wrapped a piece a steak around my dick and used that to get off.
Closing my eyes I let the thoughts of Bella’s touch and the feel of her love take me away and it didn’t take long until I felt the pressure starting to build. Pulling out of her mouth I used my hand to finish myself off, needing to hold her still while I deposited my cum on her neck and wiped the rest in her hair.
Taking her chin in my hand the look of devastation in Bella’s eyes was heartbreaking and for a long moment all I could do was stare at her.
I don’t like it either baby
All I wanted to do was drive home my point and hope to god she’d see what I was trying to tell her. “Cum sluts have no control, no discipline, and no obedience. All they are to their partner is a cavity to fuck and a place to make a deposit. Now you stay right there and think about that.”
Bella had a decision to make and I wanted to give her some time to let it all sink in. Going up to take a shower I felt kind of sick and wondered if I had done the right thing. Why did she have to be so fucking stubborn? Why couldn’t she just take my words to heart and see the whole picture without all the theatrics? Then again that was not the woman I loved.
Bella survived all she had by learning to live one moment at a time. She concentrated on seeing what was right in front of her because if the woman had to focus on everything at once she’d probably would have gone insane. Knowing that about her didn’t make it any easier to force her to see the big picture but she was going to have start doing that. Bella was growing stronger in who she was and her place in this world, she had start looking at every angle, seeing every obstacle. Not just those things that would cause her harm but also those things that would hold her back from the life she says she wants. She wasn’t ready to face everything at once yet but it was time to start viewing life without the blinders on.
She had entrusted me to lead the way, to show her just how good things could be but in order to that she had to put away her sanctimonious tenacity.
After dressing for a golf game I was no longer in the mood to play I went down to clean up. Bella stayed quiet while I set up an alarm clock before straightened up the room and washing up the few dishes I had made. Taking a cup of coffee and a glass of juice – remembering the straw – I went back into talk to Bella one more time.
She was not at all happy and she looked like she had been run through the washer and put away wet but she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
After giving her a few drinks of cranberry juice I released her hands and had her stretch out her legs to relieve the pressure on her knees. Giving the glass back I could tell she was very uncomfortable yet Bella remained quiet while we sat there drinking our beverages. I however needed to give out instructions.
“I had planned for you to do a writing assignment in the time you had before Jasper came to retrieve you.”
Internally I laughed at the thought of the writing assignment I was going to have Bella work on. I’d save it for another time when she had an hour to herself. Jasper coming by to pick her up was on account of my fear about Bella being out on her own. I had no idea what Karen was capable of, Newton was not exactly the most reputable person and I hadn’t heard from Officer Hawk about Jess. Until all those loose ends were tied up I didn’t want Bella out running around the city by herself.
Jasper didn’t need to know all the details, he was already running by the grocery store to pick up some items and he had no problem swinging by the house. She would be safe with him then I would go pick her up afterwards to bring Bella home. All in all it was a nice lead in to the lockdown that I was hoping Bella wasn’t going to give me too much trouble over.
One thing at a time.
I would handle her response to my idea of keeping her protected when the time came. Maybe after everything was settled my girl might be a whole lot more receptive to my control over the situation but that would remain to be seen. Especially since I had no idea how the problem at hand was going to play out, at the moment that was my number one priority.
“However, I believe that there is a more pressing matter, you need to think about your actions and make a decision about what is more important. So this is what’s going to happen, for the next hour…”
I was interrupted by Emmett ringing the doorbell. Since we had the locks changed he no longer had a key to get in and I hadn’t taken the liberty of giving out the code. Looking down at Bella I realized that was a good thing as she was not fit for company. Adjusting the robe to cover up her nakedness I told her to stay while I left him in.
He was overly excited and I wanted to tell Emmett I’d be right out but he needed the bathroom. Bella was sitting on the floor opposite the stairway. If he used the restroom off the kitchen she would be in full view but by going upstairs Emmett wouldn’t see her at all. While he was gone I squatted down to finish telling Bella what I was expecting from her.
She had a decision to make about what path she was going to follow. There were only two choices either she was going to be my submissive and follow all that entailed or she was going to be a slave to her own desires. The two opposite polars could not exist together, she was either going to surrender her will to me – all of her will – or she wasn’t. But she couldn’t tell me it was her heart’s desire to give me all and then consciously refuse to do it.
“You ready?” Emmett asked coming back down the steps
“I’ll be right there.”
“Little Bells still sleeping?” Emmett was a smart man who knew by my narrowed eyes he had overstepped. “I’ll wait outside.”
Good idea
After finishing with giving Bella her instructions I needed her to know I wasn’t angry, it was frustration at the mixed messages I was receiving and I told her “You can’t rely on me to provide for your needs when your main objective is getting what you want. It doesn’t work that way, especially not on the terms you’ve set forth.”
Fingering the heart shaped tag that proclaimed Bella my property I reminded her whose body it was. She gave it to me, to care for as I seen fit and for some reason I wanted her to know that I take what had been entrusted to me very seriously. Reminding her again that had it been up to me, she never would have came that many times. Kissing her forehead I told Bella I’d see at around two but I was hoping it would be sooner than that.
After putting my clubs in the back I got in the car to a solemn faced Emmett “Everything ok?”
“Yeah”
“If you need to cancel…”
I was seriously thinking about doing just that but realized my first instinct to give Bella time and space to let everything become clear in her mind was still the best decision. Me hanging around and trying to get through to her was not a good idea. She would feel badgered and I would just end up more frustrated. I knew my girl needed alone time so that’s what I’d give her.
“No it’s best I leave her alone” at least that was what I kept telling myself.
Emmett put the car in gear “Ok” turning the corner it felt like I was leaving my life behind and I almost told him to stop, except my brother started laughing “Isn’t it fun?”
“What’s fun?” there was nothing about the situation I would call fun
“What did Aro refer to them as last week…the hell years”
Aro did refer to the early years by that term and I knew exactly what Emmett was talking about even as he explained “Those first two years or so when you’re finding out all the good stuff about each other and all the bad. The frustration and gut wrenching crap that has to get worked through while discovering what makes each other tick. All the work you have to do and just when you think you’re getting somewhere…BAM…you get sucker punched in the gut.”
“Yeah, when you wonder if your scaring her by moving too fast or boring her by going slow” I added
“Just follow her clues”
I was going at her pace
“That’s the thing Emmett, she tells me how she wants to move forward and then puts the breaks on”
Damn was I just whining?
Stopping at the red light he glanced at me then stretched his neck to look out the top of the windshield at the bright morning sun “Do you know I want to go skydiving?”
Skydiving?
“What the fuck does…”
His eyes shot to me quickly before shifting gears to drive “It’s something I really want to do I have my heart set on it. I got the brochures, watched freefalling videos on you-tube, even talked my wife into letting me go.” Shifting his eyes to me he grinned “that was not an easy thing to accomplish”
He sighed tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of Tupac playing on the radio. “Rosie knew it was something I really wanted to do and I’m thirty now with a kid on the way, so she gave in. I think it will be fucking fantastic the rush, the wind in my face I’m really looking forward to going. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be scare shitless to step out of the hatch.”
We were quiet for a minute as I thought about what Emmett said
“Listen Edward, I don’t know what happened and it really doesn’t matter. And I’m not telling you to pussy foot around her either, as I said before, you have what she needs. All I’m saying is, you look kind of defeated and you shouldn’t be. Whatever happened wasn’t personal; don’t take her natural fears as an individual attack. Little Bella loves you and you’re good together, you both seem to want the same lifestyle, she’s just afraid to step out of the hatch. But you can’t blame her for that, people who haven’t been through half the shit that girl has, still experience the hell years. Even Rosie and I did and we are nowhere near the intensity of you two. We still had our problems figuring things out, working through all the quirks that come whenever two people get together. It takes time, persistence and a lot of patience. You get what I’m saying?”
“Yeah” and I did “The two steps forward, three steps back are all part of the natural progression that will get better with time. She’s not acting out on purpose; she’s just working through her fear of letting go.”
“Exactly, give her the time she needs because she must want the same thing you do or little Bells would have dropped your ass a long time ago.”
“Thanks” my sarcasm was lost on him as he laughed “You’re welcome now stop worrying about the little woman and let’s go hit the links”
Stop worrying about the ‘little woman’ yeah like that was a possibility
Emery was already at there with his partner Zach Miller, who Emmett was even more excited to meet. They all laughed and joked around. Emery made mention of the LaPush crowd invading our homes the following weekend, which to be honest I had forgotten about. He was going on about how his wife was out buying new sheets. I sort of hoped the people staying at our house weren’t expecting new bedding, I highly doubted it and assumed Kim suffered from the same shopping bug as my sister.
He asked if I had any idea what Jacob had planned for the men while all the women ‘stuffed their faces and ga-ga’d over diapers’ – his words not mine.
“Last I heard he said something about a Mariners game”
“No can do” Emery said after sinking his ball “Mariners are out of town”
Then I had no idea and Emmett wondered why I was making plans without him. “It’s like a LaPush tradition, gives the men a chance to celebrate along with women without having to use pink napkins and eat fruit salad.”
“I like fruit salad” Emmett announced taking his turn for a bogey before adding “I also like the pink punch with whatever the fuck that frothy stuff on top is”
“Sherbet” Zach announced and we all looked at him wondering how the fuck he knew that. He shrugged “Our family doesn’t separate for these things; it was my job to keep the punch full”
Throughout the cooking lesson I kept feeling for my phone and I suppose the weight of the morning weighing heavily on my mind was coming through because Emery asked if I was alright.
As I assured him that I was fine Emmett took it upon himself to elaborate “Eddie’s having women troubles”
That peeked Emery’s interest even as I assured him “I’m not having woman troubles”
“Sweet cheeks ok?” The name was just as irritating as always and caused Zach to wonder if Emery’s wife knew he called some other woman sweet cheeks and Emmett to ask why he called Bella that.
“I thought you didn’t want to know?”
He shrugged “I changed my mind”
Emery told him about the truth or dare game, how Jake and Leah had goateed her into running around the barn nude which subsequently landed her in the mud. After Emmett had a good laugh along with the rest of us – because come on that story is funny – I warned him about teasing her. My brother laughed “Don’t worry, I’m sure there has to be another story I can use”
Getting out of the cart on the fifth tee my phone vibrated letting me know it was nine o’clock. My heart kind of sunk as I wondered how Bella was and what she had decided to do. I really didn’t want to push her into giving more than she was ready to, yet I didn’t want her fears to turn into regret either. My internal debates were cut off as Zach took his first swing and Emmett wondered if Emery had any more ‘ammunition’ he could use against Bella.
“Don’t do it Emery” I warned putting the ball down
“I’ll tell you what dude” Emmett said putting his arm around Emery “You tell me some Little Bella stories, and I’ll tell you Eddie stories”
I knew I was going to regret bringing Emmett
I glared at my brother “Stop calling me Eddie”
Emmett grinned “He hates that”
Emery laughed then got quiet while I putted, slicing the ball off to the left making Emmett complain “Damn dude, how the hell are we going to win with you playing like a fucking chick”
“Just shut the hell up, you’re distracting me” he wasn’t really. If there was one thing I learned on my almost twenty-eight years on this Earth it was how to ignore my brother’s antic’s.
“I’m not doing shit. Stop brooding over your woman, she’s fine”
I sighed and hoped he was right.
Stepping aside to let Emery play my phone vibrated again; opening it I saw a text from Bella. My heart was pounding in my chest as I pulled up the message and read
Master, your girl knows she is not to speak to you but she has not been forbidden to write.
If this conduct is not allowable please do not read any further.
I couldn’t help the chuckle because that is so Bella, she was the queen of linguistics and of course I had to finish reading.
This one wanted you to know that after doing as she was told she is now going to shower. It might please you to know that along with removing the evidence of her shame she is also forever removing the label of cum-slut. That is a title she never again wants her Master to refer to her by. – E’s P
Relief
It was the first thing that came to me, Bella took off the blinders that shroud her perspective and finally saw what I attempted to tell her. At least there was hope she had, I wouldn’t know for sure until we talked but judging from the words she wrote I was fairly confident we could proceed.
Turning my back to the men who were badgering back and forth I typed out a quick response.
Semantics Isabella seems to be a liberty you take advantage of. However I for one will be glad to say good bye to the cum-slut and I will not miss her at all. Now I am looking forward to reuniting with my own obedient, plain old, no prefix …slut.
“Awe…did you make with the nice-nice? Now will you stop acting like a moody chick and come out to play with the big boys?”
Fucking Emmett
They all laughed at my expense but it didn’t matter because all I wanted to do was finish the game so I could get back to Bella. They razzed each other something fierce and Emmett ended up telling Emery my most embarrassing college moment and he in turn told my brother about Bella playing the clarinet. Apparently she had played for three or four years and while she practiced they all laughed at the face she made and teased her by calling her a name. Emmett ate it up and said he was definitely waiting for the right moment to use it.
It was after noon when we finished the last hole they beat us by a few strokes and over lunch Emmett demanded a rematch. It was great that Bella’s world and my world seemed to get along, other than Charlie meeting my mother and aunt the two families had not been introduced. I began wondering if it would be a good idea for that to happen before I actually proposed. It seemed only fitting for both families to know what they were getting into with our union.
We made a date for another foursome and Emmett dropped me off at home so I could get my car. Pulling up at Alice’s the loud shouting and laughter coming from the back yard could be heard out in the driveway. It sounded like everyone was having a good time, even my sister who answered the door with a smile on her face.
“Hey, how was golfing?”
“Great, we’re going to play again”
“Don’t let Jaz know, he’s still pissed about missing today”
“How did your party go?” I asked following her into the kitchen only to stop dead in my tracks at the stuff all over the island. It was loaded down with stacks of used plates, bottled sodas, boxes of juice, snacks, condiments and food. It looked like everything that had been utilized for the party was taking up residence on the counter.
“It went great and Bella was a big help, her and Jaz corraled the kids while I cleaned up. Now I have to get this all cleared before the moms start showing up”
Opening the refrigerator I started putting away the condiments while Alice wrapped the bowls in foil. Since I had my sister alone it seemed like a good time to talk but I needed to ease into the conversation “How did it go last night? Did you get enough people to sign up for your fashion show?”
“Yes, in fact by the end of the night Dougie and I needed to turn people away”
“Good” I said shutting the door and clipping the bags of open snacks before putting them into the pantry “You know if you want Bella to participate it would have been nice to actually ask her”
She huffed giving me what mom would have called ‘the stink eye’ “I was already chewed out about that by Bella, thank you very much. Seriously Edward I didn’t think it was a problem because I knew she would sign up anyway…”
“That may be but…”
She handed me the covered bowls “I know, I know, it’s rude, I wouldn’t do that to someone else, and I put her in a bad position because she needed your permission. I get it.”
Bella must have really stressed her point however my sister still sounded bitter and that made me think of the other problem I had with her “Do you get it? Because the way you rolled your eyes and acted all holier than thou makes me wonder. You constantly act as though our lifestyle is the most disgusting thing you ever seen, yet you sure do get a lot of business from it.”
“My business has nothing to do with my beliefs. I think it’s terrible that Bella’s a grown woman who has to ask you for permission like she was child.”
“I’m not going to discuss this with you. What happens in my relationship with Bella is none of your business. If you don’t like it and would prefer not to see it, then when you’re at the club we’ll avoid you, out of sight out of mind”
Alice looked like I had slapped her “What are you saying? Is that a threat?”
“No that’s a promise. I can guarantee that if you continue to make Bella feel like her choice, our choice of lifestyle is degrading or improper that is exactly what will happen.”
Alice continued to give me a blank stare while I finished “I don’t want to do that, you’re my sister and I love you. I’ve never question your choices, I’ve always supported them. Now you can act like my choices are a one way ticket to hell but when it comes to Bella, I won’t allow it. You will either show her the respect she deserves or I will not let you to associate with her at the club. I will not permit you to treat the woman I love the way mom treated Jane. It’s not going to happen.”
For years my mother who is one of the most generous, giving and compassionate people treated my aunt like she was lower than dirt. I never really knew all the circumstances that surrounded the rift between them but I was smart enough to know the reasons for it. From what I could gather Aro had called my mother out on her behavior far too late to not cause damage. There was no way in hell Bella would be put in the same predicament. That shit was stopping before it was even started because I wasn’t about to let history repeat itself.
“But Bella’s my friend”
“Then act like it”
Alice stood there blinking a few times before she asked “I’m really that bad?”
“Yes” I said with a chuckle “You’re very condescending”
“I don’t mean to be” Alice said opening the dishwasher “I just don’t get it”
I didn’t believe that for a minute, she completely understood our lifestyle. What I didn’t comprehend was why my sister adamantly opposed it. She protested so much about something that had no effect on her life, it made me wonder if there was more to her attack then she wanted to admit. At that moment I wasn’t about to get into a discussion on the merits of my life. The only thing separating me from my girl was about a hundred feet and a set of French doors. I had helped my sister, said my peace and my skin was buzzing to feel Bella’s touch.
“You don’t have to get it but you don’t have to be rude either and that’s all I’m asking for”
“Ok, I’ll try”
I gave her a long look attempting to tell Alice with my eyes that she better do more then try but there was nothing I could do. She was either going to stop with the patronizing attitude or I would make good on my promise. Reaching for the door handle Alice called out “Oh Edward, Shelly’s out there”
Mother fucker
Shelly Nunez was one of the baseball mommies who every time I went to one of Vinny’s games thought I was there to see her. She was an unhappily married woman with three kids and an empty bed. Her husband Scott made his living selling specialized surgical instruments all across the country, which meant he traveled, a lot. His rather high income kept Shelly in a tax packet she was accustomed to but that was all about her did for her or to her. She was a neglected woman looking for someone to help ease the loneliness.
Stepping out onto the deck my eyes immediately scanned the area looking for Bella. She was standing next to Jasper watching the kids swimming in the pool. She was dressed casually in a pair of dark blue shorts and a pink t-shirt. She looked very relaxed smiling while twisting the end of her braided hair that hung over her shoulder.
God I loved her
Between my girl and me sat Shelly with another woman who I recognized as one of the other moms but I didn’t know her name. Then again she hadn’t taken upon herself to go around telling strange men her intimately or rather lack of intimacy problems. Walking by them to go down the stairs Shelly said hello and made to get up.
“Ladies” I said with a nod as kept my eye on Bella while I went down the stairs.
Reaching the bottom Bella looked over at me holding my gaze waiting for me to tell her what to do. I wasn’t going to make her wait. Holding my hand parallel I waved my fingers giving her the signal to come to me. She smiled widely while practically bolting into my arms, the momentum of the impact causing us to spin around as I held her to me.
Burying my face in her neck to take in the sweet smell of her skin I felt that tingle from her touch. Bella was everything I could have ever hoped to fine and she was mine. We had a slight bump in the road and we would have to talk about that. I was sure there would be other obstacles we would have to get through and I hoped those could be worked through without the gut wrenching severity.
At that moment I had my girl back in my arms where she belonged. Master and submissive reunited
“I missed you nâhtötse”
