“Follow me, we'll
go to the bathroom so you can rid yourself of the tampon and show me
how that cup works”
I don't know why
Bella's reaction shocked me, it should be common knowledge to me by
now there are things she does that just baffle my mind. Plus I had
already known she was squeamish about changing a tampon in front of
me. Yet as I stood in the doorway waiting for her to sit down on the
toilet I was most definitely shocked.
She was very
determined to not have me there while she did something that should
have come so very natural to her. Crossing my hands over my chest I
told her in no uncertainly exactly how intent I was that she comply.
“I will give you
exactly one more minute to obey or I will remove that tampon myself,
the choice is yours”
Her eyes shifted
from me to the commode then back again as her face took on a scowl
while she clamped her teeth into her bottom lip in a way that looked
almost painful. Her eyes continued their movement for another moment
until her legs started twitching from the anxiety radiating off her.
Giving me a final look she squared her shoulders and said “Yellow”
Letting out a sigh
I dropped my hands from the defensive pose I had taken to question
her “Speak freely and tell me exactly what the problem is”
She gave me a look
of total disbelief “This is very personal Master”
Personal? Was she kidding me?
The woman has
allowed me to explore every orifice she has. I have stuck just about
every toy imaginable inside her and watch as spewed cum out like a
water facet. How much more personal could you get? Deciding annoyance
at her rational was not the way to handle the situation I went for a
diplomatic approach.
“There is nothing
personal about your normal bodily functions Isabella, every aspect
about your body should be open to me and should not be a cause of
embarrassment”
And that's what she
was – embarrassed
“I wouldn't poop
in front of you”
I wanted to laugh
both at the response and the childlike way it was delivered, however
I controlled the reaction so I could inform her “There will come a
time when you just might”
“NO! Absolutely
not! That's a hard limit”
Staring at her I
tried to gauge the seriousness of her reaction. I knew scat and
toilet play was off limits, hell it is a disgusting practice and how
in the world anyone gets off on shitting on their partner was beyond
me. Yet that was not what I was talking about. The subject mater was
more of there being no barriers between us that would cause her
humiliation. She should be able to say and do anything in front of me
as if I wasn't even there. Still if it was causing her this much
distress then perhaps the timing just wasn't right and I needed to
back off.
“Are you saying
this is a hard limit?”
Squaring her
shoulders Bella looked me directly in the eye “Yes. This one is
saying anything she has to do on the toilet is none of your business
and is a Hard Limit”
“Very well” I
said with a nod, not in a agreement but rather in assent “Join me
in the kitchen when your done”
Turning to leave I
began to shut the door behind me, stopping the action I gazed over at
Bella – who had not so much as moved an inch – giving her a
reminder “When you return, see that you present yourself in full
mode and we will continue our evening”
“Yes Sir”
As I once again
went to shut the door Bella called out “Master?”
Cocking it open
again see what she wanted I was met with a sad smile “Thank you”
“No thank you
necessary, that's the way it works Isabella. I might not agree but I
can still respect your right to choose”
And I didn't agree,
but that was my problem to deal with and who knows, sometime down the
road Bella just might find she's no longer adverse to the idea. If
that happened great, if not, as I told her it's all about respecting
her limits and her choices.
Bella was only in
the bathroom a few minutes, still by the time she reemerged I had the
dishes soaking in the sink and was sitting down at the table with a
glass of ice tea. Coming to my side she sank down onto her knees
awaiting my acknowledgment. I didn't want her to think I was angry or
disappointed in her so I immediately motioned for her to come to me.
Scurrying forward on her knees Bella's eyes remained downcast and I
just couldn't have that.
“Relax nâhtötse”
With her head resting on my thigh it was only natural for my to
thread through the length of her hair, after a few passes the quiet
became too uncomfortable. “Talk to me Isabella”
“Your girl didn't mean to make you upset by being defiant”
Yeah I knew
she'd feel that way
Tapping her shoulder I waited for Bella to straighten up before
grasping her chin and leaning in so my eyes were only slightly higher
then hers “You were not defiant, the situation was something we had
not previous disgust. I was pushing you to do something which made
you very uncomfortable and you responded exactly as you should have.
The only way I would have been upset with the situation was had you
complied simply out of duty only to totally regret it after the fact.
So don't worry your pretty little head” grinning at her smile “I'm
very proud of you” adding a kiss to her forehead.
“Now” grinning as I released her chin “since my slut is all
refreshed and ready to continue with the evening, might I suggest she
gets started on the dishes”
Giving me a smirk followed by a soft giggle she answered with a quick
“Yes Sir”
Sitting there with my eyes glued to Bella while she worked, my dick
started to come to life. I couldn't help it, truthfully I didn't want
to. Even doing something so mundane as washing the dishes caused the
muscles in her body to flex in the most tantalizing ways. Yet the
main obsession of my focus was the tattoo which covered the lower
portion of her back and left butt cheek.
The swirling scrolls accentuating the natural contours of her curves
and the butterflies situated so perfectly that the slightest movement
on Bella's part seemed to make them take flight. So engrossed in the
fixation; my feet had me moving towards her before my brain
registered the action – extending one finger, I had to touch it.
Bella didn't even flinch at the feel of me tracing the swirling
motion of the longest scroll. However she did draw in a quick intake
of air when I dropped to my knees, held her hips in my hands and
copied the motion with the tip of my nose. Closing my eyes I let the
contours of her body led the direction, slowly drawing in deep
breaths of her sweet skin while exhaling warm air out of my mouth.
The shiver that ran through her body was the only thing to bring me
out of the trance like state I was in because in all honesty I could
stayed there forever. Opening my eyes I used my chin to trace the
swirls down over the fullness of her ass cheek. As my head moved, my
hands skimmed the length of her legs and back up the inside until I
reached her upper thighs. Sliding them back over her hips I did the
whole circuit again this time ending by biting the spot just below
the ink.
It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark yet Bella still caused a few
drops of water to splash on the floor when she jumped. Holding in my
chuckle I kissed the spot I had just inflicted then gave the other
cheek a good swat causing yet another jump. Kissing that spot also I
slowly got to my feet while placing soft kisses along her back.
Reaching her hip I took another small bite earning me a gasp and her
a kiss to mark the spot. The same thing occurred on her rib cage only
that time the gasp was followed by a giggle and a hard swat to her
bottom.
Her body, which had cooled off from our discussion in the bathroom
was once again primed and ready, making it so much easier for our
night to continue as planned.
Reaching to my full height I moved her hair away from her left
shoulder, kissing and nipping along the expanse until I reached her
neck. Bella was kind of swaying against my chest, drawing in deep
even breaths and tilting her head to allow me access, all telling
signs she was enjoying the subduction. Reaching her ear my teeth
tugged lightly on the lob while my hands moved across her ribs to cup
her breast.
“It's time to remove these” tugging on her nipples so she knew I
meant the bands.
I
had been playing with her breast all night, you could say I was
tenderizing them,
preparing them for better things to come.
A small whimper left her throat as I started manipulating the nubs,
grasping the bands I rolled them around in my fingers, separating
them from the grip they had her nipples. Bella hissed as I worked the
bands against her already tender flesh. Arching her back she pushed
her breast into my hands and hip into my rock hard dick, and I
couldn't help but to thrust it against her.
“Do you feel what you do to me Isabella” I growled in her ear “Do
you feel how hard you make me?”
All I got was a bunch of heavy breathing and a whimper, which
traveled straight to my groin so rather then letting out a my own
groan I squeezed the flesh between my fingers and demand “Answer
me!”
“Yes!” Isabella screamed out making me squeeze a little harder as
I questioned sternly “Yes What?”
“Ye...Yes Master”
“Good girl”
whispering as I soothed the punishment from her nipples with the palm
of my hands.
There is a skill to
removing the bands, something I preferred to do with my mouth because
I can elongate the nipples with suction and use my teeth to roll them
off. Using my hands required the whole ordeal to begin again,
stretching the flesh while working the rubber loose. Throughout the
process Bella was hissing and whimpering to the point where I needed
to give her something else to concentrate on.
Kissing her temple
I whispered in her ear “Reach up and open the right hand cabinet”
The plate I had
prepared came into view, perched on top of the row of glasses just as
I had left it. Telling her to remove it I had her set it on the
counter then gave her another task to not only aid her but also
myself.
Taking a half step
back I again spoke in a hushed calm tone “Reach behind you and open
my pants”
Her hands worked
awkwardly, after popping open the button she began tugging on the
zipper, the relief from the painful pressure was so great I groaned
out a sigh before warning “Don't you dare touch me.”
Aroused as mush as
I was, one stoke just might have been my undoing and I had another
idea to take care of that problem. And it was a problem. A hard,
throbbing, all encompassing complication which had to be eliminated
and soon.
Rolling the bands
to the furthest point before they could be removed I told Bella to
grasp the edge of the counter “Hold on my pet...almost done”
Counting to three
against her neck I rubbed my semi-uncovered erection against her back
and with each ensuing tug enjoyed the feel of her taunt muscles
flexing against me. Saying the magical number, Bella's whole body
shook with what I'm sure was her own relief as the bands came off
into my hands.
Dropping them on
the counter I gathered her hair over her right shoulder and wrapped
my left arm across her chest, cupping the fullness of the opposite
breast in my palm. Alleviating the ache by letting the warmth coming
off me sooth her ravished nipples while placing gentle kisses along
her neck.
“shhh...I know,
that smarts a little bit”
Yeah, I was being a
cocky bastard, but it was all in name of the game.
“You pleased me
Isabella” I said running my right hand down the length of her side
And she did, the
training, conditioning and obedience coming out in the most amazing
ways, yet I was even more pleased when she spoke in a hushed reserved
tone “Thank you Master”
“You're welcome
my slut” saying the words with pride as I placed the final kiss on
the closure of the silver collar that proclaimed her mine.
Giving Isabella
another moment to catch her breath I realized the dishes were not
completely finished, they were going to have to wait, because my dick
had it's own agenda. Lifting the dog collar off the plate I had Bella
hold her hair out of the way before securing the black nylon cord
around her neck.
Stepping to her
right side, I lifted her chin, turning it to for her to look at me
before fingering the engraved heart shaped name tag dangling from the
collar. “Whose property are you Isabella?”
Her quiet was both
rewarding and infuriating. The first rule she learned was unless
otherwise directed she was to answer only my yes and no questions.
However I really
wanted to hear the reply and what I want - I get.
“Answer me!”
barking out the order so loudly I almost jumped right along with her
“You Master...”
she said with wide startled eyes “This slut belongs to you”
I smiled warmly to
let her know the answer pleased me.
“That's right and
since you are mine I'm going to tell you it's time to kick the
evening into gear. I also thought you would like to know I'm enjoying
the sound of your voice tonight. In fact it is so very pleasant I
want to hear it often. So I have a gift for you.”
Reaching out to
tweak the nipple directly in front of me I grinned at her response of
sucking in a deep gust of air, while my other arm blindly stretched
out to lift the clamps from the plate. She continued to stare into my
eyes yet Bella knew damn well what was going to happen. Her eyes
widened a little further as she swallowed hard, bracing herself for
the inevitable bite of steel
“My gift to you
Isabella is the removal of all vocal bondage, for the rest of the
evening you may voice your impressions as freely as you wish. I don't
want you to hold anything back, I want the room to be filled with
your unencumbered begging, your cries of pain and your moans of
pleasure.”
Snipping the clamp
in place Bella gasped out a whine, her eyes glazed over as I turned
the bolt to increase the tension while squealing out a whimper that
caused my dick to ache.
“Oh yes Isabella,
I do so enjoy that sound” moving to her other side Bella braced
herself as I held the clamp “Let's see if you can do it again”
That time the whine
sounded like a hoot owl that increased in both tempo and pitch as I
turned the bolt. Smirking at her my finger ran along the drooping
chain connecting the two clamps, tugging slightly I again appreciated
the reaction.
“I
truly hope you take full advantage my...benevolence.”
Bella flinched as I let the chain drop and using my hands to scoop
her hair up, returned it once again to hang freely down her back
“However I must inform you, it comes
with a price.”
There was one more
item on the plate, asking Isabella to hand it to me I held the double
ended lobster clasp in my fingers letting her wonder what it was for
while I explained “As I said, be as vocal as you like, yet it would
be in your best interest to keep your head in an upright position.”
Hooking one end of
the clasp through the center loop of the chain I drew it up to attach
the other onto the metal ring of the collar. The extra lift providing
just the slightest bit of pressure on the clamps so other then a deep
breath Bella remained unfazed and I figured a demonstration was in
order.
“Because other
wise it could get very uncomfortable” entwining my fingers in her
hair Bella let out a sharp squeal of pain as I pulled her hair and
essentially her head back. “Do you see what I mean?”
A mans
control over himself can only be tested for so long until he explodes
and I had reached the boiling point. Staring down into Isabella's
surprised face with her wide eyes a heady mixture of fear, pain and
lust, it was more then I could bare. My lips crashed to hers in a
searing kiss, replacing the high pitched wail of pain with deep
carnal moans. The sounds inflaming my own lust as I plunged my tongue
into her mouth with an animalistic
need to claim what was mine.
I stayed plastered
to her lips until my head started to swirl and every fiber of my
being was screaming for me to take her. When I finally pulled back,
my hand full of Bella's hair tightened as I spoke severely through
heavy uneven breaths
“You didn't
answer me Isabella”
The extra tension
of the chain attached to her collar caused the pressure on the clamps
to tighten and Bella shrieked “Fuuuuucccckkkk...jesus fucking...”
“Was that a
request?” spitting out the words while I released her hair
and before I knew it was standing behind her, pushing on her back
with one hand and dropping my pants with the other. I heard her curse
while she braced herself against the sink but I too busy using my
knees to separate her legs to care. One second I was standing there
with my shaft in my hands and the next I sheathed inside her warm
moist walls.
With my knees
pressed against the lower cabinet and my hands gripping Bella's hips
there was absolutely no chance of her escaping the onslaught. All the
pent up need I had been fighting for the last hour came out in the
most primal way. She felt so fucking good, every plunge into her was
better then the last and driving my dick in and out of her my own
grunts and groans were drowned out by the moans and screaming curses
coming from Bella. .
My brain was kind
of foggy from the sensations surging through me, so it took a moment
to put together the signs her body was giving off and the words from
her mouth.
She wanted to cum
and from the longing in her voice – she wanted it bad.
That wasn't going
to happen, at least not yet
I was almost there,
my balls were already starting to tingle so it wasn't going to take
much longer. Fisting a hand full of hair, Bella screamed and I warned
through clinched teeth “Don't you fucking cum”
Making sure she was
paying attention I demanded sternly “Do you hear me slut!”
“Yes!” she
yelled in response but immediately pushed back to met my thrust and
again I demanded with a tightening grip “Yes What!”
“Master!...Yes
Master!...fuck ...please....ple...please ..fuck your
slut...Master...cum...she wants to...cum...please!”
Her internal
muscles started to squeeze around me, adding even more exquisite
pressure on my dick and I knew she wasn't going to be able to hang on
much longer. Luckily I also had reached my breaking point, with one
swift motion I released her hair, pinned her against the counter with
my arm and pulled out in time to cover the tattooed butterfly with
ropes of cum.
Slumping over Bella
I was careful to not put too much of my weight on her by resting my
hands on either side of her body. Using the counter for support I was
able to ride out the pleasure of my release, Bella was a different
story.
My girl was beyond
needy.
Her bottom was
squirming around, looking for something, anything to scratch the itch
that was left unattended to while she continued to pitifully beg for
release. “please Master...please don't...don't stop..almost
there...please...Master...please”
Kissing the tip of
her shoulder I gently patted her hip before pushing off the counter
to stand up“Sorry nâhtötse, beg all you want...” running out of
breath I needed to refill my lungs before adding “ it's not going
to happen...at least not now” reaching over to get a paper towel I
did give her a bit of hope “But who knows, the night is young”
Her resounding
groan made me snicker.
That will teach her to be prepared
on time
After using the
paper towel to clean off the cum I tucked myself back into my pants
and had Bella stand up - she was a hot mess.
The flush on her
face illuminated the perspiration, causing her hair to cling to her
upper body even more then the wet strands that had fallen into the
sink did. Her chest rose in exaggerated movements from the effort of
her lungs working and I swear there was a touch of fury in her eyes.
She was not at all
a happy camper so of course I had to add fuel to the fire.
“My slut is
dissatisfied”
Unlike the
childlike innocence that she usually evokes by looking at me through
her lashes, this time the vibe emanating from her was down right
murderous – she was fucking angry as hell.
I did have to give
credit where it was due, Bella reigned it in, even putting a slight
smile on her face as she answer “Yes Sir, just a little bit”
“Ah...well”
making her hiss as I flicked the chain nestled between her breast “in
that case perhaps I can think of something to quench your desires”
A hopeful gleam
appeared for a moment as she assumed I meant to give her the release
she so badly wanted. It only lasted for the briefest second until she
heard me say “Nothing like work to take your mind off your
troubles.”
Spinning her the
half turn towards the sink I commanded with a swat on her bottom and
a smile on my lips “Finish the dishes”
Letting out a loud
audible huff Bella shocked the shit out me by slamming her foot on
the floor.
My first response
was automatic “Was that a sigh?”
The second one was
more of total bewilderment “And did you just stamp your foot?”
Never and I mean
absolutely NEVER has a submissive ever stomped her foot at me,
had I not been so shocked it would have almost been comical. And I'm
not ashamed to say I was at a total loss on how to handle it, that is
until the feigned innocence came out.
Not only did she
try to play it off Bella had the audacity to bat her eyes at me.
As if that was going to help.
My hand came down
with a resounding slap on the fullness of her ass causing a gasping
“oh” from her throat.
“Do it again”
looking at me in confusion I ordered “Don't look at me” snapping
her head back I ignored her wince to reiterate forcefully “Do it
again! I don't think I saw it correctly, so please indulge me! Show
me again how you Stamp your foot!”
Tentatively raising
her foot she brought it down on the floor with a quick stomp at the
same time my hand made contact with the other cheek.
Eliciting a
slightly higher pitched “OH” from her I ordered ruthlessly
“Again!”
After the fifth
round the 'oh' turned into 'owe' and her begging wasn't
for release it was for reprieve, there was none to be found.
“Naughty little
girls who throw tantrums get spanked” I growled before
barking out “Again!”
Ten times I had her
repeat the little performance and then with a snap of my finger
pointed the way to the corner. “I want to hear them loud and clear
Isabella”
Shaking my head in
total disbelief of her antics I couldn't help but to admire my handy
work. I hadn't hit her very hard, still her butt cheeks were a nice
bright pink. The contrast against her normal pale skin tone was
strikingly arousing to both me and I would wager to guess to Bella
also. The humiliation from the chastising and spanking along with
being sent to the corner would have been enough to overload her with
desire. Add to that the warmness coming from her glowing bottom and
the bite of the clamps - she would have been needy as hell.
At that moment
Isabella was probably even more aroused then she had been before
gracing me with the infantile exhibition. In fact had I been so
inclined to investigate, there was not a doubt in my mind I'd have
found my sluts thighs drenched with her juices.
Barring no further
performances I'd see to her need, a little bit later in the evening
she'd be good and satisfied.
Finished reciting
the phrase, Bella properly thanked me and I gave her ten minutes to
finish the dishes before joining me down in the playroom. When she
arrived - with two minutes to spare – I didn't make her formally
present herself, instead calling her to my side the moment she
stepped into the room.
There was no reason
for the formalities of her getting into a waiting position, our time
was already half over, still there is something to be said for the
mental preparation. Especially since I had a girl who – and I still
couldn't believe it happened - less then a half hour earlier was
stamping her foot at me. I was sure my reaction to her one woman show
of 'brats-on-parade'
would have been a sufficient enough warning. However this was Bella
and if there is one thing I knew for sure, good sense be damn, when
my girl wanted something she could be tenacious as hell.
It wasn't my normal procedure to bring up a previously chastised
behavior. Once it had been dealt with, the slate was wiped clean and
unless the same infraction was repeated, it was never mentioned
again.
Knowing I was going against everything I had been taught and
completely believed in, I proceeded anyway. Because looking in her
face I noticed the slightest hint of descent which I found to be both
charming and disconcerting. The two opposite emotions waring for
dominance, luckily for Bella – and ultimately me too – charming
took second place.
We were in my playroom, once and only once have I relaxed the rules
which govern the area and that was just recently with Bella's cane
indoctrination. I had to admit so far Bella's brattiness had been
both trying and kind of fun. From the beginning of our night I had
been pushing her, which can result in some manifested irritation. The
behavior was nothing I couldn't handle and really it had provided an
extra little 'kick' to our night. However since we were no longer in
the kitchen, an extreme word of caution was definitely in order.
Giving a wide expanse I took one slow circle around Bella,
scrutinizing her stance, reaching her back I admired her still
slightly pink bottom before stepping closer to adjust her hair.
Gathering a few stray pieces that had fallen over her shoulders and
bringing them back to join the rest before continuing in my
examination. The extra attention served to give Bella a slight taste
of anticipation along with letting her know the expectations of the
playroom are held at a higher standard.
Wanting to make that point exceptionally clear, I gave the signal for
her to meet my glaring eye before giving the warning that would
hopefully save her ass. “A word to the wise is sufficient. Correct
Isabella?”
She answered immediately with a 'yes Sir' yet still had an
expression of confusion which I cleared up.
“That's good because I think it's safe to say that had you pulled
your little stunt from the kitchen, here in My Playroom, the
outcome would have been quit different. I can guarantee you without
any doubt, my reaction would not have been as lenient.”
Remorse swept across her face as she took in my meaning which I
interpreted as understanding so I finished the lecture “As I said
earlier, I'm rather enchanted with the sound of your voice tonight,
so your gift still stands. However I would caution you to remember
where you are and to fall back on the goal you are working to
accomplish. That is to keep my perspective in the forefront of your
mind, by making sure your words convey nothing but your utmost
respect”
Giving her a moment to take in my words and demeanor I asked “Are
you a wise woman Isabella?”
“Yes Master”
Pursing my lips I gave a curt nod at her answer hoping with every
fiber of my being that 'the brat had left the building'
“Very well, follow me”
Leading the way to the hutch, I opened the doors to reveal my
collection of dildos, vibrators and strap-ons, which stood proudly
erect on the second shelf.
Pointing to the grouping I wished for Bella to consider I had her
pick one. Her choices were numerous and variable not only length and
width but also color and texture. Not sure of it's purpose or the
intended orifice Bella took the middle ground. Choosing a flesh tone,
six inch phallus with an average girth that when used correctly would
be enough to get her off.
Closing the cabinet doors I had her stay in place watching me as I
made my choice for the night. Standing in front of the wall where all
my crops, floggers, whips and ropes hung neatly on individual hooks I
made sure to have Bella's full attention.
“Which one shall I pick nâhtötse?” I mused without expecting an
answer.
Reaching out to touch the single tail I smiled to myself at Bella's
quick intake of air. I only intended to get a reaction as she wasn't
ready for that step and frankly I was out of practice. Yet my hope
surged for the day the cob webs could be removed from the handcrafted
leather whip. Without any further show, my hand moved to the
instrument of my desire, the standard length crop with a long popper
tip.
I had wanted to start 'revving' up our play sessions, moving
Isabella forward in both intensity and duration of pain play, that
particular crop would serve the purpose. The end is like a miniature
slapper, 'popping' against the skin and leaving a nice little
sting in it's wake. It was no where near the pain level some of the
other instruments could inflict, yet it was harsher then anything
else I had previously used.
With the crop in hand I went back to Isabella, grasping a handful of
hair, smiling smugly at the loud gasp she made when I tilted her head
back and began guiding her over to the horse. With each stride my
hand moved her head around causing yelps and whimpers as the clamps
bite into her.
Reaching the area I had set up, my fingers tightened in her hair
forcing her to rise up on her toes with a sharp throaty shriek as I
drew her head back and twisted it sideways. The reaction along with
the look in her eye was so arousing my stomach muscles clinched
together as my dick became a titanium rod in pants.
She wasn't going to make it easy on me
Glowering at her I asked smugly “Are you having fun yet
Isabella?”
“Ye...yes sir” grimacing around the words just enough to let me
know the pain level was getting to her but wasn't overwhelming.
“Good, because I find I'm rather enjoying myself”
Judging by the blood pulsing through me, my heart pounding in my
chest and swelling ache in my dick - that was the understatement of
the year. I was more then enjoying myself, I was on cloud nine and
ascending the heavens fast.
Using her hair to get Bella into place I had her stand in front of
the horse, giving one last shake of her head before ordering “Open
your mouth”
Placing the handle of the crop between her lips with the instructions
to 'hold it there', I squatted down and tapped the inside of her
thighs, silently telling her to spread them. Reaching between her
legs, the dampness I was so certain of before was very obvious as I
drew the staff attached to the bottom wrung of the horse forward.
Sliding the top portion off, I took the dildo Bella had chosen from
her hands to mount it on the end and without word or warning impaled
it inside her.
“OHHHHHH” she moaned around the crop dropping her head back and
screeching out “Fuck!”
I don't know if it was the movement of her head, the ultimate pain
which shot through her or the actual formation of a word but whatever
it was the crop dropped to the floor.
“shit...Shit ...SHIT!”
Bella uttered while my gaze traveled from the fallen instrument to
her eyes, which were bearing down at me with both guilt and dread.
“Don't look at me” I ordered quickly while thinking of the
appropriate punishment to fit the crime “Raise your chin...” she
complied with a wince yet it wasn't enough “higher...all the way
back”
“Geeeezzzz...shhhhhh....it” letting out a strangled gasp when the
slack in the chains attached to the clamps completely disappeared.
The pressure causing the metal to bite down around her nipples making
the experience painfully unpleasant. Yet even though a single tear
escaped the corner of her eye, my girl complied holding her head
parallel with the ceiling while taking short raspy breaths. The
tension in her body eased a bit as she grew accustomed to the
discomfort. The radiating pain subsiding even more with the slight
distraction she gained by squirming her hips around the intruding
phallus.
Still, with the weakness in her neck I didn't want to keep her in
that position longer then necessary. Working quickly I reattached the
rods then with one hand on Bella's hip, helped to guide her back the
step she had to take as I snapped the bar back into place. Checking
to see that the height of the horse was where it should be to give
Bella's back the support she would need I stretched to pick up the
crop then stood at her side.
With my face hovering over hers I glared down at Bella and flicked
the taught chain attached to her right breast making her cry out
“OWE! Fuck!”
“Hurts uh?” flicking the other side and watching her eyes glaze
over with moisture as she screamed out “Yes...fuck...yes it hurts!”
“Hmmmm... then maybe you should have been more careful with the
property I entrusted you with...Yes?” that time my finger fell
directly where metal met flesh causing a shriek.
“Yes! Yes Master!”
Breathing through flared nostrils she calmed herself enough to talk
yet still with a slight tone of distress. “Your girl should of
been... more careful Master...she wasn't...paying attention...and it
slipped.”
Gripping a handful of hair I callously questioned “Are you going to
let it slip again?”
“No Sir...No...not again”
Bella's feet shuffled and she hissed at the adjustment of her head to
it's rightful place. Not giving her any time to acclimate herself I
tap her lips with the thin handle of the crop. Opening her mouth I
once again laid the leather handle lengthwise and warned sternly
“Keep it there”
Clamping her mouth closed she gave a slight nod in understanding and
I turned to removed the towel covering the equipment I had prepared
for the night. The table held only wrist cuffs, a lube injector and a
small container of oil warming in a bowl of hot water. I had also
placed a set of ankle cuffs out however it was my hope they would not
be needed.
The only restraint I planned to use were the wrist cuffs and standing
in front of Bella I put them on her. After hooking her wrist together
I than raised her arms and clipped them to the latch at the end of
the chain hanging from the ceiling. The chain was low enough to keep
Bella from needing to stretch yet wouldn't give her enough slack to
bend her knees and utilize the dildo inside her.
Before giving my instructions I took a moment to double check the
placement of her back against the horse and tension in her raised
arms. Confident she was alright I stood in front of her and gave the
signal to look at me.
“You are to keep you legs as they are, shoulder width apart. If you
don't I will be most unhappy at being forced to restrain them.”
Removing the crop from her mouth I asked “Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir”
“Good...” I said using my thumb to wipe a small amount of drool
from the corner of her mouth.
Drying it on the leg of my jeans I examined the crop and also rubbed
that against the denim. It wasn't really wet, it was more of an
opportunity to instill into Bella the belief that her normal bodily
functions were nothing to be ashamed of.
Holding Bella's gaze my hand ran along the length of crop upon
reaching the handle I snapped it down once against the center of my
other palm. The stir of air was eaten up by the slight slap of the
leather tip hitting my hand. The impact causing her to flinch, which
was something I was slightly concerned about. Wanting to test her
receptiveness and make sure the sound would not be a hindrance I
watched her very carefully, looking for any sign of anxiety as I once
again inflicted myself.
Sure that the only apprehension she had was strictly due to fear of
the unknown I figured it best to give a slight demonstration of the
merits of this particular crop. Starting at her left ankle I ran the
curved leather tip up the outside of her leg. Stopping to draw a
circle around her knee before flicking my wrist to strike the dorsal
side.
Bella's response was to grunt and out of reflex bent her knee to
raise her foot off the floor. Bringing the crop down again I reminded
her sternly. “Keep your feet on the ground and you legs spread!”
“Oh” she gasped yet still replaced her foot and I continued to
move the end of the crop, popping it on her skin as I went, striking
her inner thigh, hip, ribs and the underside of her breast. Each time
being rewarded with glorious sound of pleasurable pain that fed my
dominating tendencies.
There was nothing like the feeling of knowing I had total control
over Isabella.
With a whisk of my hand I brought her pleasure and with the tiniest
flick turned it into pain. All Bella could do was remain as I placed
her, give into the sensations and endure my whims. There was nothing
she could do to stop what I did to her body or what the next second
would bring – that was all on me.
And it was fucking greatest rush in the world.
Moving the crop faster over her body, striking more then soothing, I
caught a quick glance of Bella's eyes. They were glassy, dark and
hooded, the clear lust beginning to burn in them and I used her
desire as kindling to stoke the flame.
Stroking the inside of her thighs, tapping the crop every so lightly
on her skin and enjoying the soft purrs coming from her throat with
every exhale she made. After another pass I brought the tip of the
crop up to land solidly on her labia.
Bella's eyes shot open and a forceful stutter of a moan came from her
at the same time her hips jerked back to get away from the crop.
I couldn't have that and frankly Isabella should have known better,
quickly flicking the clamp on her nipple I shouted over her scream
“Offer yourself!”
“Shit..fuck..fuck” she mutter through gasping breaths while
jetting her hips forward to receive another strike of the leather
strap.
That time her hips rocked back yet came forward immediately to
receive another one directly over her hooded clit. The rocking motion
she was making over the dildo inside her started to have the effect I
was hoping for and in between the slaps against her clit I would
alternate to hit the underside of her breast forcing more shrieks
from her mouth.
Letting the area around her clit become my sole focus yet never
really making a direct hit, caused Bella to not only rock back and
forth but also move her hips in an attempt to make contact where she
wanted it so very badly. My own breathing was beginning to increase
with both exertion and lust as her cries turned to pleading.
“Please Master... plea..please”
“Please what?” hitting the now protruding clit head with three
quick slaps
“Please...please...make your slut...cum...please”
Another two strategic hits had her hips rocking harder as she cried
out “PLEASE!...Master pleeeeease...can't ...please..can't hold...”
And I had her, held there in that place between pain and glorious
pleasure.
“Don't you cum” I ordered and then watched and listened to her
struggling cries of trying to hold in the force her body so badly
wanted to unleash as I brought her just to the brink of orgasm. The
last three strikes had her sweat covered body so tense it appeared
like every muscle went rigid as she stood on her toes seeking anyway
she could to keep herself from going off the edge.
Dropping the crop to the floor I stepped to her side, gripped her
head and stared down into her lust hazed eyes. She was so fucking
beautiful that I wanted to reward her for fulfilling my unspoken
requirement.
“That was four Isabella, consider you tardiness paid in full”
My hand slipped down into her soaking wet folds, found her engorged
clit and started rubbing. The moan from Bella was nothing compared to
the trembling in her legs or the longing in her eyes that turned to
relief as I said “Now, you may cum”
There was brief split second where it seemed like time had stood
still as her whole body tensed before she was wracked with an orgasm
that caused the most wanton moan I have ever heard from her throat.
Using my body along with the horse I held her upright as she gasped
for air and started to come back down from the high she had so very
earned. As her senses started to return so did her coherency, the
gurgling mumbles were replaced with actual interpretable words. My
fingers slowing down their movements as she tried to back away from
them with short gasp.
“oh..oh...ma...oh..than..oh..thank..you”
Finally getting actual words from her, my hand left its warm nesting
place and I enjoyed the last moan of loss from Bella while using her
thigh to wipe the wetness off my fingers.
Reaching up I unclipped the top clasp, releasing the chain from the
collar and a wince from Bella, which I ignored and still looking down
into her eyes, shook my head calmly while asking “You won't be
late again, will you my shut?”
“No Sir” drawing in another deep gust of air she added with a
breathy tone “Your slut wont be late again. Thank you Master...for
showing her...how rude it is...to not be ready...on time”
Releasing her head I leaned down to place a kiss on the top portion
of her breast before both of my hands grasped the closures on each
clamp while telling her “Now, it's time to take these off”
“No!...Nooooo...please...no”
I understood her reluctance and even though they caused her pain it
was nothing compared to the sharp sting of the blood returning to the
area when they were removed.
Shaking my head like a father telling his child the injection she
needed was for her own good, I tried to reason with Bella. “They
have been on long enough nâhtötse”
“Ohhhhh...it's gonna huuuuurt”
“One” Bella's head shook as she pleaded “no...no...no”
“Two” her eyes turned pleading “pleeeease”
“Take a deep breath” I warned before saying “three” at the
same time Bella cried out “Nooooo....”
As the clips released her nipples the long drawn out 'no' was replace
with a high pitched “OWE!..FUCK!...Mother Fucker!...fuck, fuck,
fuckity...fuck...that fucking hurts!”
Sure that Bella was steady on her feet I turned to retrieve the warm
oil off the table. Stepping on the other side of the horse I popped
the cork off the bottle and poured a small amount into my hand.
Replacing the cap I slid the bottle into my front pocket and bringing
my hands out in front of Bella started to rub them together, warming
the oil even more.
The first response I got from my palms cupping her tender breast was
a 'hiss' which quickly turned to mewls of contentment as my hands
gently massaged the oil in. After a few minutes she had calmed down
considerably, leaning her back even further to rest against my chest.
I kissed her head tenderly while my hands eased away the torment
from the clamps.
“Turn around, let me see” placing my hands on her hips to steady
her while stepped over the rod and rotated on the dildo inside her.
Her nipples were as I excepted them to be, an angry shade of light
purple which would remain for at least a day or so. Had we a
scheduled session the following day I would have avoided any
excessive breast play. They were more then tender as was evident by
the way Bella winced and flinched in pain by my placing a soft kiss
on each cold tip.
Holding her chin I offered some sympathy “I know baby, that hurts ”
“Ah Uh” she said with a child like nod.
There had been no tears until I showed her compassion then it was as
if all the suppressed emotions came to the surface and Bella broke
down in stammering sobs. Holding her to me I 'shushed' her while
lightly threading my fingers through her tangled hair. It was the
first time during a scene I had offered her comfort and rather then
be put off by the interruption I found something fundamentally
enjoyable about the action. Perhaps it was the intensity of our play
or maybe it was a symptom for period hormones,. Whatever the reason
at that moment Isabella was in need of my comfort and I saw she got
it.
“You know I had to remove them?” I said quietly while she
sniffled and nodded against my shoulder “yes sir”
“Did they hurt very much?” It was a stupid question still she
answered with another nod “yes sir”
“Do you forgive me?” Asking with a bit a humor and smiling at the
“yes sir”
After another moment the tears had ease and I wonder “Are you
better now?”
“Yes sir” the answer came without the accompaniment of a sniffle
and pulling back I lifted her chin to look into her red eyes “Is
that all you can say, is yes sir?”
Chuckling at her responding “yes sir” I asked the final question
“Well then since you are so agreeable, are you prepared to
continue?”
“Yes Sir” Bella said then bit her lip as if there was something
else on her mind, lifting my eyebrow I asked her what it was, then
had to bite my own lip to keep from laughing as she asked in a
childlike voice “No more ouchies?”
For all her talk about not ever wanting to call me Daddy, Bella sure
was playing the part and again I found it rather surprising how much
I was enjoying it. Kissing her cheek I wasn't going to make her any
promises because it would all depend on how she responded to the last
part of the night. In my mind I was sure it would be favorably yet I
couldn't guarantee it, so I replied as honestly as I could.
“I'll see what I can do”
Chewing her lip I could tell there was something devious brewing in
her mind and taking a half step back I reminded her “A word to the
wise Isabella”
“Your girl wasn't doing anything Master”
Liar
I was going to call her on it, instead opting to let it go with the
knowledge that indeed my Bella was horrible at lying. Besides our
time was wearing on and she had been standing with her arms stretched
out long enough. Reaching up to unclasp the wrist restraints, I
brought her arms down and had her rotate her shoulders while I
removed the oil from my pants pocket.
Pouring a small amount in my palm, I again rubbed my hands together
before massaging it into her shoulders. Working on one side and then
other before moving to stand behind her. Sweeping her hair over one
shoulder with a swish of my hand before pressing against her back
with my forearm so she'd lean forward. With her body bent over and
her chest resting on the top of the horse I massaged the muscles of
her neck and shoulders. Paying close attention to the Superior
Trapeziums and the Deltoids since they would have been the muscles
most effected from her arms being extended.
As
I worked out the tension, Bella relaxed further into the horse,
letting her head drop down and taking the majority of her hair along
with it. The new position afforded me the oppertunity to clearly
observe the scar on the back of her neck. Of course I had seen it
before however I never really had the chance to study the six inch
cicatrix. The angry purple line ran medial along the
length of her neck from the inferior section of C7 to the hair
covered superior area of C1.
I knew how it had occurred, the
rupturing of herniated vertebra after being slammed against an open
door. The catalyst for the attack being Bella's acceptance to
Dartmouth, what I didn't know was why James did it. What state of
mind does a person have to be in to actively drive to someones home
with the sole intention of causing harm. Was it anger, jealousy,
malice or just plain evilness?
Bella's contented moans took me away
from that train of thinking and I berated myself for bringing even
the thought of that asshole into my playroom. He had no business
here, he had business in our lives and other then my desire to have
him locked up, to me James Cummings was a nonentity.
Pouring
a bit more oil in my hands I replaced the bottle back into my pocket
and worked my slick hands over her ribs and down her back. As my
hands massaged her muscles, the sounds coming from her throat went
straight to my dick and by the time I reached her hips I was once
again painfully hard.
Rotating
the hip flexors caused even more glorious sounds to emit from Bella's
throat as the movement rocked her over the dildo. Running my hands
down her Gluteus
maximus
caused a swaying motion which resulted in a faster tempo of
breathing. Her returning arousal was beginning to take effect on me
and since I was still dressed she was going to need a distraction
while I remedied the situation.
Taking
her wrist I guided it under her belly and tucked her hand into the
junction between her thighs before giving her a swat on the bottom
“Entertain yourself Isabella”
Stepping
away from her I stood back to watch the show while removing my
clothing. By the time I was done Bella had worked herself up to a
steady rhythm on the dildo as her finger teased her clit. Knowing she
would soon be asking for release I wanted to give her just a little
extra stimulation. Filling the injector with oil I hung it by the
plunger from the hook on the side of the horse for safe keeping until
I was ready for it.
There
was already enough lubricant on my hands so it was very easy to step
behind Bella and pick up where I had left off with the massaging. I
had requested Bella to be vocal for the evening and she was not at
all disappointing. Each moan, whimper and increase of breathing made
my blood boil and my dick scream to get near her.
As
it was I was refraining from stepping to close because my dick was a
heat seeking missile hell bent on hitting it's target. Normally that
wouldn't be a problem however at the time the bulls eye needed to be
prepared for entry.
My
hands palmed the fullness of her butt cheeks while my thumps ran
along the inside of folds to just above the spot where the rubber
dildo met flesh and I began to massage Bella's perennial area.
“Mmmmmm”
she moaned pushing her hips back as far as the steel rod between her
legs would allow.
“Hmmm...my
slut enjoys that”
“Ahhhhh...yes...mas..ter”
It
seemed speaking was growing to be a difficult task which became a
greater challenge as my thumbs worked their way up to the anus.
Circling it with the lightest of pressure reduced Bella's vocabulary
to nothing but murmers “Ohhhh...mmmmmm...ahhhh”
Moving
my thumbs out I slid them back down towards her vagina pressing
outwards and spreading her folds as I went, holding her open I
ordered “Show me how you work my pussy”
The
rod was at such a height that there was absolutely no way for her to
actually bounce without painfully impaling herself. The motion needed
to be made by the rocking rotation of her hips and she had that down
pat. Watching the up close and personal display of her fucking
herself was one of the greatest turn-ons I have ever seen. Holding
her open I watched her moist pink flesh moving around the hard rubber
dildo with the utmost fascination. The movement was so subtle that
had it not been for the sounds from her mouth or the juices dripping
out of her I wouldn't have believed anything was happening.
But
my god was it ever
Bella's
fingers on her clit began to move with a frenzied motion as her hips
rocked more forcefully against the intruding phallus. Moving my
thumbs up to her puckered hole I worked first one then the other
around the rim. With every pass applying more pressure until Bella
was panting out gasp of air and wiggling her butt in an attempt too
increase the pressure. After a few passed first one then the other
thumb pressed through the opening and I began massaging a new muscle
- ani externus - the sphincter.
“Oh
God....pleeeeaasee”
sucking in the word like it was her last breath.
Not
quite ready for her to cum yet I ordered “Stop touching my pussy
Isabella”
It
took her a moment to comply and I was going to chastise her with her
a slap on the ass but frankly at that very moment my hands were busy.
Keeping my thumbs together while rotating my wrist I was able to
press the full length inside her, stretching the muscle and feeling
the movement of the dildo through the thin membrane as I went.
“mmmmm....More
please” Bella moaned while trying desperately to press against my
invading digits.
“Patience
Isabella” removing one hand I reached to get the injector while the
remaining thumb rubbed inside against the thin membrane wall that
separated her vagina.
“Ohhhh...yessss...yes
mas..ter ...that feels...feels so good...ahhhh...yes” the room
filled with her pleasurable murmurs. So engrossed by the sensations
she barely noticed the exchange of my thumb for the injector until
the oil was plunged inside her.
Lifting
her head she let a deep groan that had me dropping the plastic tube
on the floor and grabbing my shaft to stroke myself with the
remaining oil on my hand. Isabella's obvious enjoyment making my own
urgency harder to control. Lining up at the entrance my hips bucked
forward propelling the head of my dick inside her and I too groaned
at the feeling of being swallowed.
Being
inside Bella's ass is one of the greatest feelings, the warmth and
tightness is something that can only be described as ecstasy. Yet
with the dildo deep inside her vagina the extra pressure being placed
on my dick as I eased balls deep inside her was nothing short of
euphoria.
“Please
Master...fuck your slut...Fuck Her HARD!”
There
was no reason to take a preliminary stroke, Bella was already primed
and rocking against me with wanton need. Holding onto her hips to
steady myself I took the first full stroke of heaven and groaned.
“Ah...so
fucking good”
Bella's
ensuing moan drown out mine and increased in both tenor and quantity
as I set a hard steady rhythm, driving in and out of the tightest
space I have ever known. While I was in my own state of bliss,
Isabella was like a shark on a feeding frenzy. Thrashing and
screaming out for me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper; all of which
I gladly conceded to.
Her
body underneath me shook with tremors that I could only describe as
jolts of pleasure as she started panting and gasping out
“can..can..cant...oh god..can't
..hold...please...please...cant...to...”
When
I didn't answer her immediately her pleas changed
“plea..pleas...yel..yellllll...yellow..yellow...”
Releasing
her hips ne hand grabbed a handful of hair and the other came down
with a hard smack on side of her ass as I yelled “Cum!”
Slamming
back into me Bella sucked in a shriek that sounded like train whistle
as the tremor went through her body until her muscles clamped down on
me so painfully tight I couldn't fucking move. Without thinking about
what I was doing my hand came down on her ass again and the extra
shot of pain sent Bella over the edge. Screaming out her release in
words that were part discernible and part gibberish. In truth I
wasn't really interested in translating because she had released the
vice grip hold she had on me and I was able to move again.
The
first wave of her orgasm subsided while I held her hair tightly and
continued to pound into her. Starting to feel the stir of my own
release I doubled my efforts to bring Bella another round. Reaching
in front of her my fingers attached themselves to her clit. She was
bucking around so much and was so fucking slippery wet that my
fingers were fumbling to get a good rhythm.
Feeling
like a teenager who had no idea what the fuck he was doing I let a
frustrated snarl and released her hair so I could could get a better
hold on her. Wrapping my arm around her waist she came back easily to
lean against my chest. The new position not only gave me better clit
access it also caused the dido inside her to put more pressure on my
dick.
“Fuck
Baby” I growled in her ear “So fucking good”
It
was the only thing my brain for register, how good she felt, how
tight she was, how fucking wet she'd become. Moans and grunts were
covered up by sounds of flesh hitting flesh and my whole body started
to tingle.
I
wanted to feel her come around in the new position “Cum again!”
“Can't...oh...can't”
shaking her head as if to deny me
“Yes
you can!” My fingers pressed harder over her soppy wet clit while
my other hand traveled from her stomach to her breast, grasped a
nipple and squeezed.
“FUCK!”
Bella
screamed out as she came with the force of ten atomic bombs, her body
spasmed as her internal muscles clamped down around me and she spewed
out cum until it was running down my legs.
All
through her orgasm I continued to pump into her because although I
wanted to feel Isabella's release my own was not to be denied.
Pushing Bella forward so she could lean on the horse and ride out her
orgasm my hands once again found purchase on her hips. Having total
freedom of movement I let go of all restraint fucking her deep and
hard until my balls exploded and with a feral grunt shot my load deep
inside her ass.
The
release was so tremendously overwhelming that the whole room started
to spin and out of reflex my hips bucked forward. The sensation along
with Bella's muscles milking my balls dry felt so fucking good my
knees buckled. Afraid I wasn't going to be able to remain standing I
bent forward, laying the fullness of my wight on top of Bella – who
just didn't seem to care.
And
that's where we remained in breathless, sweaty, panting, cum filled,
completely sated exhaustion.
I
don't know how long we stayed that way before becoming aware that
Bella's moans were turning to sighs and my dick had just about
totally deflated. Pushing up on my still weak arms it was easy to
pull out of Bella but not so simple to stand as my head spun from the
rush of blood. Once I had my equilibrium back my concern for Bella
became priority. She hadn't really moved and as I checked out what
parts of her I could see I was slightly worried about the pink twinge
mixed in with the fluid on her thighs.
“Baby
are you alright?”
“Noooo”
The
answer making even more concerned
“Isabella
what's the matter?” going into doctor mode by checking her pulse
and heart rate
“mmmm...tired”
Ignoring
the whine my focus went to find the source of what I could only
assume to be blood, noticing there was a small amount on my balls and
thighs yet my dick remained clear I was guessing it was vaginal. Once
I had the pieces together the realization that is was menstrual fluid
had me breathing a loud sigh if relief.
“Was
that a sigh?”
“Yes”
chuckling that she choose that time to become coherent “you scared
the shit out of me nâhtötse”
“hmmmm...how?”
“I'll
tell you later” I said brushing the hair out of her face to see her
eyes flutter open, giving her a smile I asked “Are you ok?”
The
blush on her face made me chuckle as she answered shyly “Better
then ok, that was...fantastic”
Grinning
down at her – because she seemed unwilling to move- I just had to
know “You liked it uh?”
Her
cheeks became ever redder as she admitted “I liked it” she
admitted before adding with a wink “a
lot”
The
words alone weren't enough to jog my memory, it was the wink which
gave me total recall.
James
had utter the exact same phase and even stranger is the fact it was
in reference to the exact same situation.
It
was in Forks, James had felt it necessary to speak with me while
Bella was in the dinner getting a sticky bun with Leah. Jacob had
returned and James had suggested that Bella was not only 'spreading
her legs'
for him but that we were 'doing
her'
together.
Stating
smugly 'She likes
that'
and then winking at me.
At
the time I had assumed James was only talking bullshit to get a rise
out me - and he had succeeded - especially when he continued to glare
at me with that arrogant smile of his.
Staring
at Bella it was very clear to me that she did indeed enjoy double
penetration, and there was nothing wrong with her finding it
pleasurable.
But
how would James Cummings know that?
As
far as I knew this was the first time Bella participated in the
activity - at least according to her and her list of limits.
So
is she lying about having previous experience?
And
if she was, why? She should know by now I would never think anything
adverse about her. Besides she had shared the most degrading moments
of her life with me, why hold back something so irrelevant?
No
it had to be that James was just talking out his ass and the whole
damn thing was just a coincidence.
Kneeling
down to be eye level with her I just had to know “Isabella have you
ever done double penetration before?”
Giggling
shyly she drew out the word “Noooo”
Staring
into her eyes to see the truth I questioned “Are you sure?”
Raising
up to rest her elbows on the top of the horse she smiled knowingly
“I think I would remember...that”
She
wasn't lying
It
had never happened or – the voice in the back of my head added –
she doesn't remember it happening.
Holy
Shit
With
that thought I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach as I
realized James wasn't just being an arrogant asshole. The smugness in
his eyes wasn't there to taunt – that fucker was gloating.
