Sunday, November 20, 2011

Chapter 69 The Tail of the Dragon


a/n
The Tail of the Dragon is eleven miles of highway through a densely populated forest. There are 318 curves on this road making it one of the most famous routes for motorcycle enthusiasts. I have never been on it but damn…I would love to ride it with my hubby on the back of his bike. There is a thrill that you get, unlike anything else when you are defying gravity going around awesomely tight curves on a motorcycle. However, there are a couple of downfalls to this highway the first being that it is a seasonal road. You can’t ride this in the winter. It gets too cold…the second is that truckers ignore the signs that tell them to turn around and take an alternate route. It should be against the law for them to even come near this road. Riders have been killed because the numbers of trucks that attempt to take this route to save time have gotten stuck. These curves are impassable for a big rig and you can see that a rider wouldn’t even know what was around the corner until he was there but it would be too late for him to react in time….(see photos below)

In my head I envisioned what it would be like for Edward and Bella being vampires and with his skills, the speeds they could reach taking this road and the way they could lean into a curve gives me freaking goose bumps thinking about it!
You all know Edward is a thrill seeker and there is no way he would pass this up. Now throw a hot little leather clad boot-wearing Bella on the back…and lets just say….with the forest, the highway and the turnouts…my Vamps need to slay this dragon.



Shhhhh…..

Chapter 69

The Tail of the Dragon

Bella’s Pov


Edward stands with his back to me. He tilts his head to the right, then to the left as if he is cracking his neck. He clenches his fists. His biceps are noticeably flexed and the sinew of his muscles is visible. His back muscles tensed. His stance changes and he turns around and faces me now.

His eyes are the darkest of greens. His prominent jaw slowly relaxes, and that sweet honey voice I love of his has retreated along with Edward. When he speaks his tone is deep, commanding, sexy and firm.

“Rules Isabella.” He turns and paces in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine as I stand here looking up at him, making sure to keep eye contact with him at all times. I will not let my eyes wander.

I have to keep myself in check with him constantly and do everything I can to not cause him to want to hurt me too much.

He doesn’t believe in second chances, history shows that was clear.

“Rule one…the eyes remain on me at all times. I share Edward’s preference but that is pretty much where we end in the agreement of what happens in a playroom.”

He pauses looking down at me now. He towers over me and cocks his brow.

This persona is so amazingly different and still so very Edward buried deep within him.
  
“Rule two…you will be dressed as I see fit for the session…if I choose to change what you are wearing in the middle of  it then so be it! You are to go and change according to my desires because unlike Edward…I love a little leather with my white lacy little girl look also. Especially around that throat with a ring attached to it that I can tether you  with and restrain you also.”

He moves closer but is now behind me. His sweet breath blowing over my ear as his lips brush the shell of it.

He whispers the next one in an ominous tone that should frighten, but somehow excites me. “Rule number three….I will not have you kneel but rather have you lying on the bed face down waiting for me to come in and secure you. Your hands will be positioned up at each corner of the headboard. Your legs in the same manner at the foot of the bed, and you will utilize the pillow I have positioned to be tucked under your hips. In other words…you will be presenting that sweet little ass to me the way I like it…” He bites my ear lobe tugging it in his teeth, and then lets it slowly graze out over it scraping his sharp teeth against my hard flesh. “… Trust me whatever I pick out for you to wear, will give me access to what I want, or I will tear it from your body to take what is mine. It’s part of the thrill.”

He walks around his hands in his pockets and he looks down at me, eliciting a moan out of me especially when he portrays his sexy intimidation tactic’s. It is a useless cause to try and fight.

“Now, Angel, rule number four…and from here….I just get fucking kinky little girl so be prepared for anything.” He warns and continues.

“Not at any time will any bodily fluid of mine, be spilled in any place other than on you or in you. If I am ready to come…you my dear better be ready to receive it no matter what it takes to make sure it isn’t wasted, and you already know my little Angel that this demon can come a fucking lot so be warned…you fail at this and I will teach you how important this rule is to me.”

His vampire speed has him behind me and I feel the air shift and his hand connects with my ass cheek hard. I yelp.

“Rule number five…” He growls out. “…I’ll only ask once.”

The air shifts again and another slap lands on the same spot. I yelp a little louder.

“Rule six.” He moves back in front of me again, cocks his head and smiles wickedly. He steps in close to me gripping my chin to lift my head up. Our eyes still locked in a smoldering stare.

“This is my favorite rule of all...” his grin gets down right devious looking. “ …if I deny you an orgasm…you better make damn sure you do everything you can to hold it back until you are given permission to release it little girl, because if you don’t, I have my own ways of torturing that sweet little pussy till you are crying, begging, and sobbing for me to fuck you! Trust me, you will want me to fuck you. You can rest assured that if I have to use that pretty mouth to come in, versus impaling you on my cock, I am going to be one pissed of fucking vampire, so I suggest you stay focused, concentrate, use distractions or anything else it takes so that both of us get what we want out of our time together. Any questions?”

“No, Master.”

“Good…rule number seven, since you seem to have some masochistic tendencies and damn baby that makes my cock so much harder…later on I am going to permanently brand that little clit of yours and this is my choice. Not yours, not his. You will submit  to me Isabella, fully as you agree.”

I stare at him wide eyed. “What do you mean brand me?”

“I want a clit piercing on that sweet little nub. Don’t worry…it only hurts for a minute. You’re a vampire after all, but I sorta think you will probably gush all over when I perform the task.”

“How would you know it only hurts for a minute?” I spat, angry with his assumptions.
“I enjoy a little pain…but fuck that if you think I am going to suffer.”

His eyes narrow and he huffs out a deep breath.

“Isabella. That one slides. You disrespect me by talking that way again and I will skin your ass.” He walks over to the table opens a box on top of it pulls something out and walks back over to me with a wicked grin.

“Hold out your hand.”

I do as he asks and he drops a piece of jewelry into it.

“Unfortunately it heals when I take it out, just as yours will, but if you keep it in, it won’t, hence rule number seven.”

“Is this for you?” I ask wide-eyed at the.

“It is. He took it out for you a while ago. Didn’t want to hurt that virgin little pussy. I didn’t approve but I don’t have much choice, but now…I do.” He smiles wickedly again taking the jewelry out of my hand.

“So as I was saying, Rule number seven, this naughty little pussy will not go without the jewel I have chosen for it. He marks your throat with his teeth, has you wear his collar, well I am piercing that clit and trust me…if you take it out…there will be hell to pay. I won’t sit silently by and allow it to be removed.” He grips my chin again and puts his lips right up to mine but doesn’t kiss me. He stares into my eyes, his breath is sweet and intoxicating against my lips.

This persona of Edward excites me beyond words and strangely brings out fears that I assume are residual emotions from my humanity. “And if you think he controls me…you dead wrong little girl. He is me and your punishment for removing that collar was passed off to me. I have plans for it, but that comes much later.” He steps back.

He walks over to the door, opens it and says, “Your outfit is laid out. Get dressed meet me downstairs as soon as you are ready…but remember…I don’t like to wait long.”

Again, in his vampire speed he stands now in front of me. “Hair down Isabella, I need something to hold onto for leverage when I choose to either to rub my cock up against you or drill it into you at any given time.”

“Yes Master.”

“Such a good girl.” His hand slips around behind my back pulling me into him, startling me at first. He kisses me hard, deep, and growls the whole time he does it then he is across the room in the blink of an eye cussing to himself.

“Fuck.” He hisses as he flees, slamming the door on the way out.

The room feels empty, sad and the energy is zapped out of it, with his departure. I had not realized I had been holding my breath since that intoxicating kiss, I sigh at the uncomfortable and uneasy feeling that seems to overcome me.

Being around this persona of Edward, literally causes my brain to turn into an mindless floating amoeba. It is just a thick blob of goop now swimming around in my skull.

How does he do this to me?

During Edward’s absence over the course of the month I was without him, there were times when I found myself alone while everyone else was paired off. It was during those times I found myself concentrating really hard to remember all the experiences I had when I was with Edward before he turned me. The damn human memories were there but so vague and blurred it was downright frustrating. However, I didn’t give up looking to them to get me through the time he was not with me. The memories that seemed to be the most clearest were the ones where he would tie me down. The things that seemed to get me wet were the sounds of his belt smacking a surface to make me jump in the room while blindfolded. The heated sting of his icy cold hand on my ass after he smacked it. His love taps on my pussy that smarted just enough. His fangs cutting through my flesh, those wonderful nipple clamps when he tugged on them. The fear I experienced as a human when he covered my mouth and pulled my hair. I was starting to see the picture I had been painting now in a new light. I was angry when his beast bit me in the forest, so why now do I find it exciting? Right before we went to Italy I figured out that I really liked a little pain with my sex. Shit, I love having my ass whipped and I should have just flat out asked him, but it was to say the least, embarrassing.

Oh Edward would you please whip my ass. Yeah I am twisted needy little whore that likes a little pain with her pleasure.

Nope…no way, no how could I even consider mumbling those words to him. I wasn’t that confident, and I didn’t want to come off as a sick perverted slut that he would be disgusted by.

That is why I did what I did. I just didn’t really think it through. If I had known it would hurt his feelings to remove my collar, I would have never done it. I just expected it to be a power and control thing. God I was so lame at this and even after all this training I was still learning to accept that Edward experiences genuine feelings and even under that hard tough exterior that he likes to portray, those feelings he is hiding can easily get hurt.

I make my way to my dressing room and stand there staring at what he has laid out for me.

Wow, talk about night and day! What a complete contrast to Edward’s choices.

Then I hear the memory of his voice in my new and improved vampire mind from a time not long ago.

He will treat you like a princess…I will fuck you like a whore.

Apparently, he likes to dress me as one too! I stand here and gape at this. I almost want to snort out a laugh running my fingers over the black leather outfit.

A tiny leather vest that laces up the front, with what had to be the worlds tiniest leather shorts that I knew would barely cover my ass cheeks. They would be like a second skin! I have to admit though the leather thigh high boots looked really sexy. I have never worn anything like this, just so long as we aren’t going anywhere, I would be okay. The last items are a pair of leather fingerless lace up gloves.

For a second, I really begin to worry now, if he expects me to wear this out somewhere.

I dressed quickly squeezing into these shorts. I turn around and look in the mirror. Yep…ass cheeks right there. God please don’t have us going anywhere.

Yet wouldn’t you know it, just as I suspected we were not going to be heading for the play room yet. I want to protest but to do that would be the stupidest thing I could ever do.

Shut up and submit to your Master Bella. No questions…no second guessing…it is all about pleasing him.

I move down the stairs quite gracefully in these boots, I smile to myself enjoying my new vampire grace. The moment I enter the main room I can feel the energy in the air around me and that hum that buzzes whenever I am around him. He stands here in a pair of tattered Levis, motorcycle boots, a black leather jacket completely unfastened, sans shirt, with his hands in his pockets looking rather annoyed. That was at least until his eyes land on me when I make my presence known.

Where is he taking me? I am sure now we are going somewhere.

“You are a dangerous vampire Isabella. I knew turning you while you were still so innocent and young would pay off. Even in black leather, your innocence lingers around you like a golden halo would over an Angel’s head. Such a lethal combination. Innocence mixed with pure wet sex and sin seep out of your soul.”

His eyes dilate, he licks his lips, he rubs his raging hard cock, and his words leave me speechless, I stand here and just stare at him.

“If only you could read my mind little girl. The visions I have of the things I plan on doing to you are down right wicked.” His lip lifts up on the side with a devilish crooked smile.

“Hmm.” I murmur at the naughty thoughts and feel all tingly.

“Come to me and turn around.” He commands. I do as he asks and stand there with my back to him.

His finger traces the outline of my shorts along my ass cheeks.

“Hmmm…it’s like silk stretched over glass. Soft, sensual and I can imagine the attention you will draw walking around in these.”

I stiffen. He does plan on taking me out in this outfit!

Is he insane?

“Master?”

“Yes?”

“We are going somewhere?” I ask.

“Eric is fetching my bike as we speak, and yes, we are going somewhere.” He cups my ass cheek sliding one finger under the hem of the leather inside of my thigh saturating his fingertip in my arousal. He growls while he rubs it back and forth. He then leans into me taking my jaw in his hand and he swipes his wet finger over my lips then pushes it between my lips to command me.

“Suck.”

I do as he asks as he presses up against me. He is hard and his lips crash into mine as he licks my lips.


“I need to remember to control myself tonight. Maybe if you’re lucky, I won’t tear these tight ass little shorts off that sweet ass and be forced to make you return bare ass naked.” He laughs.

“Relax Isabella…if you think Edward gets jealous you are in for one hell of a surprise when you see my beast stake claim on his mate to any perceived threats.”

I swallow hard frowning and furrowing my brow. Jesus how many beasts does he have?

He pulls out his cuff and clicks it on his wrist, while another cuff, just like his with a longer silver heavy duty chain dangles from it.

“Ask me.” He states.

I stand here staring at him, wondering what he wants me to ask.

Shit.

I chew on the inside of my cheek trying to think.

“I want you to tether me to you Master.”

He cocks his brow and its clear he is waiting for something else.

“Please.”

A smirk graces his lips.

“I knew you would figure it out. So fucking smart…I love brains and beauty. Hold it out for me.”

I do as he asks and he snaps it closed. He takes my wrist and brings it to his nose inhaling my scent. He licks along my wrist and I am startled when he purrs against it. It feels strange but sweet. I should know that he is anything if unpredictable. I feel the sting and hear my flesh tear as he pierces one fang into my skin.

“Ow….”

He licks the venom and blood that he squeezes out of it never removing his eyes from mine and he has a wicked gleam in his eye.

Then oddly he places a gentle kiss to it after he seals the wound. He presses his lips to mine and I taste my own blood and venom on the tip of his tongue.

“You are making me impossibly harder. I need a really good high baby so we need to get to our destination.” He growls grabbing my hand and pulling me through the doors towards the elevator.

He stops and turns to look at me. “Leave at least six inches between you and me. Let the chain dangle. Everyone must know you are tied to me.” The elevator dings and opens.
He doesn’t say a word as the elevator descends and when the bell dings and we exit, I can now feel everyone in the very busy lobby of his place just gaping at me in this outfit and their eyes moving down to my tether. I should probably be embarrassed, but for some reason I don’t. I belong to him. They should know!

Edward continues to make his way towards the entrance and I tag along and stop when the doorman reaches to open the door for us. Edward steps in making eye contact with him and I can see and smell the fear emanating off him. Edward’s expression is rage to the ninth degree and he hisses a whispered warning so that only the three of us can hear.

“See something you like?”

“I…uh apologize Mr. Cullen.”

“No need to apologize, I certainly can’t blame you for appreciating her beauty. Look but never touch, or I will make you my next meal.”

“Yes sir.”

Edward’s arm comes around my waist and he pulls me into him. “If you only knew what every man in this room is thinking about right now…Jesus and I thought I was a fucking pervert.” He scowls pulling me out of the door.

Eric stands there next to a beautiful black Harley. It’s a sports bike. It looks sleek, sexy, and fast. I shouldn’t expect anything less from Edward.

I walk around as far as my tether allows and giggle at the license plate, he smirks.

“What?”

“THE COLD 1?”

“It’s true.” He narrows his eyes and climbs on starting it up.

“No helmet’s?” I ask.

“Fuck no. How the hell do you think I get my hair to look so fucking perfect?” He chuckles.

Eric smiles as I greet him.

“Good evening Miss Swan.”

“Hello Eric.”

I jingle the little bell that hangs off a piece of chrome on the bike. “Bells? How cute.” I tease.

Edward looks at Eric, Eric looks at Edward and he shakes his head. “Miss Swan any avid bikerider knows that no bike should be on the road unless it is protected by a bell.”

“Huh?”

“It’s an old superstitious legend. They are called road gremlins. They keep them away from a rider when he is out on a ride.”

"So why a lion?"

Edward's eyes burn into mine. 
"It used to be my favorite meal, before I had you." he growls.

“Ride safe.” Eric interrupts our exchange smirking and starts walking down the street. Edward revs the engine catching my attention again.

“Hop on my naughty little Angel.”

I throw my leg over and hop up. I lean forward and wrap my arms around him hugging him to me. The tether dangles between us. He smells of leather, sunshine, honey, and Edward.

I get a large scent of gas that floods my nostrils when he twists the throttle.

“Hold on baby, we have a Dragon to slay.”

“Okay.” Whatever the hell that means? I smirk.

He takes off whizzing through the streets of lower Manhattan, zipping in and out of traffic, barely missing cab after cab. We head for the bridge and I am sure we are headed southeast. Once we are on open road out of the populated cities, Edward guns it and tops out at over one hundred and twenty mph pulling wheelies out of nowhere. I squeal from the thrill and the fear.

He laughs.

We are forced to stop when we hit a small traffic jam because of an accident up ahead. We are now sitting inches away as he pulls up next to a guy in a beat up old pickup that we can’t seem to squeeze through to progress any further. I know we are close because I can smell blood from the victim up ahead and my mouth floods with venom.

“Whewwwwie! Boy look at that fine piece of ass! Damn baby, why don’t you just go bareback so we all can tap that tight sweet little ass. Hell we coulda just saddled up right on behind ya and whipped our dicks out and stuck ya with em.”

I stiffen just as Edward does.

Edward’s reaction is instantaneous. His fangs burst out of his gums just as his head turns. Instinctively mine do as well as we both look over and hiss at the person and his friends sitting there laughing.

“Got a death wish motherfucker?” Edward has kicked the kickstand down and now parked the bike where it sits with me on it. He is at his driver’s door as the guy tries to roll up his window.

“What the fuck? Did you see that shit? That fucker is crazy.” The one in the middle leans away from him. They all look scared.

Edward bends over and lets his finger nail slice the sidewall of his tire and he turns back to me and grabs me off the bike turning me around to face them as he stands behind me.
He holds our hands up to show him we are tethered. I wonder if this is somesort of proclamation that I am his.

His hand grips my hip pulling me into him while the other hand cups my pussy.

“See this mother fucker? MINE!”

His hand then comes up to wrap my hair in his fist. He tugs it and positions me with my head tilted to the side.

I almost start to say his name but before I could he has already sank his fangs into my neck right over my scar. He sucks not taking his eyes off them while he feeds on me. I grit my teeth and do everything I can, not to scream from the burn as he pushes venom into my throat.

This shit hurts like a bitch but I know Edward is doing this for a reason.

The three guys in the truck are sitting there with their mouths left hanging open. Then at vampire speed Edward turns me around picks me up and climbs on the bike while I straddle his lap, he kicks the stand up glaring at the three and then hisses out as he rolls back a few inches, turns in front of their truck, he kicks the headlights in and the radiator too, which now hisses as steam shoots out of it. He turns driving away moving to the right of the traffic jam. He guns it and we are a blur in the night but the scent of human blood has me nearly frenzied as we pass the scene of the accident.

I am aroused and the scent of human blood from the accident is making it worse. I claw at my throat crying out for the burn of his venom and the burn for the need to feed on a human.  

“Get your hand down inside of my jeans and stroke me off…that will distract you.” He demands licking and sucking my neck sealing my wounds.

“Yes Master.” He is still angry. Pissed off and flying down the road at ridiculous speeds. I stoke him vigorously focusing solely on him and not on the searing burn in my throat. Just before he is about to come he commands me to stop.

“Stop.” He slams on the brakes and we skid sideways finally coming to a stop.

It is deadly silent out here.

“This road is rarely or never traveled at night, look.” He demands nodding in the direction we were just headed for. I look out into the darkness and it’s clear as if it were daylight. In the dark, human eyes wouldn’t be able to see the road, but our vampire eyes see everything.

To the right there are five pulsing heartbeats of deer drinking from a small stream. To the left there is one loud thunderous heartbeat of a boar or hog and straight ahead, the road zigzags with more curves than my eyes bother to even count through a dense thick forest There are warning signs everywhere at the start of this monster. 


“The tail of the dragon.” He murmurs in my ear. 


“Shall I drop you off here and pick you up on my way back?” he asks with his brow raised high in a challenge.

I hiss and bare my fangs at him. “I go where you go.”

His expression bursts out in a devious grin and his eyes move down to my vest. “Let’s make this a little more thrilling Angel. Bare those tits for me to suck on and I will take you on the ride of your life.” 


I reach up and he brushes my hand out of the way and begins to unlace the vest and I pull it open, let my tongue roll out of my mouth and let venom drip down over each nipple. 



“Fuck you are so made for me you little she bitch.” He guns the throttle and takes off and I lean away from him while he bends over me lapping his tongue at each breast. We hit the first curve and I lean in with him. The wind is whipping my hair against my stone hard flesh and it is making me even more aroused. I imagine this is what a cat o nine tails would feel like.

Edward doesn’t take these curves slow at all. He tops his rpm’s out and leans into each turn of the road while his tongue works feverishly over my nipples biting and sucking.

“Your getting fucking wet!” he growls and slams on his brakes turning into a turn out. He keeps the engine running and climbs off. He grabs my hips and flips me around and presses my sex down on the seat with his hand on my lower back.

“Okay my fallen Angel you are going to lean forward, grip the handle and rev that bitch until you come! Are you ready Isabella? Rev the gas baby and get off for me.”

 


I lean all the way forward trying to reach the handle bars. I can feel the vibration of the engine against my pussy and the feeling is so arousing I am practically ready to hump it. He presses the handle, and his eyes are alight as he smiles and I rev the engine. I moan out as the vibration intensifies.

“Oh…my….god!” I growl and grind into it.

“Wait.” He pulls me off and yanks my shorts down and he climbs back on. He grips me and lifts me up and puts me back where I was but not before he buries his length in me. His hand presses into my back holding me hostage to the throbbing vibration of the engine against my clit while he pounds into me fucking me.

“Rev it baby!” he growls biting my ear and slaps my ass hard. I don’t let up until I am right there and can’t take it anymore. I push back into him and the sensation is unfreaking real.

Edward reaches around and grips his hand over mine while holding me pressed against the vibration and he guns it more and more. I cry out and scream and hiss and growl as I explode in one hell of an intense orgasm.

He growls in my ear revs the engine again as I pant and writhe under him. “too much.” I manage to get out.

“It’s called a forced orgasm and you WILL come again!” he fucks me harder holding me down and it seems like forever before I finally let go. Edward lets off the throttle wraps his arms around me pulling me back and holding me to him.

“Coming…coming so fucking hard.” He just holds me there filling me up. His content purr is rumbling in his chest and I respond with my own.


The sounds of the creatures around us have all stopped. It’s eerily silent out here, pitch black for human…night vision for a vamp like me.

Edward reaches around laces up my vest slowly tying it in a bow. He lifts me off the bike I grab my shorts and he slides back and taps the seat.

His eyes are jet black as the night around us. “Go grab a meal baby. I need to clean off my fucking bike or this shit will drive me insane.”

I watch him curiously. “But you don’t have anything to use.”

“There is an inn down the road…I will find something.”
I shrug and head over to the other side of the road where I hear a heartbeat and go after a small bear. When I come back he is polishing the damn bike. I laugh.

“Uh…”

He sits on it and tells me to get on in front. Within a few minutes he has given me the lowdown on how to use the clutch and switch gears.

“Start her up and don’t hold back Isabella. I am fucking sure you can slay it just like I did.” I nod as I start the bike up and head back out of the turnout. I head back towards New York and after the first curve I am high on speed. We are coming dangerously close to crashing a couple of times. He smacks my ass and gives me less than a few hours to get my ass back home and in my waiting position in the playroom.

“Playtime is over…and you little girl, need structure and discipline and I can’t wait to punish you.”

© Robshandmonkey~

Okay…I know you all are going what the hell…but you know me…I am back on track and this next chapter shouldn’t take to long…I want to get this out so I don’t leave you all hanging with nothing.

Something is better than nothing right? 

That yellow squiggly line above the river....that is the Dragon...


This is what it looks like when you are on it. Can we say FUN?



 
It is just a warning...but Trucks SHOULD NOT BE ON THIS ROAD!

As you can see why...

Yeah...get my drift?


Prime example of why Trucks don't belong here.

Loved this...do you all see all those warning signs on this thing...
 

Now imagine that truck with them warnings ending up like this on a road full of bikers!!


 For the most part we do not blame the drivers of these big-rigs. Nine out of ten did not realize what they were getting into until it was too late to turn around. All nine say they will take another route next time. The tenth one is probably a local who knows the road and how to drive it. Many of the locals actually have warning vehicles ahead of them, so if you see a car or pick-up with a flashing yellow light on top be sure to pull over and stop because something big is coming!
Just a little Motorcycle education with my story...lol...sorry...but I wanted you to see the kind of curves this highway has and how awesome it would be!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Chapter 68 Time to pay


 Shhhhh….

Chapter 68

Time to pay


I hung up the phone after speaking with Peter. I was elated to know that my business was once again on its way to being up and running.

Granted, when I first opened Lovely Dark & Deep it was originally to have a variety of girls willing to submit to me. That almost seems like a lifetime ago.

My reasons now though, were are all together different.

I had a collared submissive that needed some exposure to the lifestyle. I was hell bent on introducing her to the unlimited number of scenes we would venture into. I looked forward to showing her the various situations I planned to introduce to her.

I would eventually scene with her and claim her in front of everyone.

But the scene I looked forward to the most was the one where she focuses solely on pleasing me and me alone, and she would be doing it in the company of another female of my choosing.  

Knowing now the pleasure that comes with actually collaring a submissive is far more gratifying than I ever imagined. Maybe it was simply because she was my mate, making it even more fulfilling. Just knowing that my collared submissive is my beautiful Angel who gave me a whole new outlook on the world around me, not to mention the fact that we are destined to be together made it all feel right.

Everything was as it should be.

Isabella walked into my club and turned my unnatural golden eye color back to the vibrant green they once were, reminding me that there are still parts of me that will always be human, even if I am a vampire.

Once we return to the states, I knew that there were things I had to deal with.
Things like making sure the Ranch is secured, and although Peter had assured me it had been, too many people knew about the vault that Isabella had been stuck in. I had to lay all my trust in my father, my brother, Jasper and Peter to relocate the treasures once again.

I had decided that it should not be kept together just as my father had done. To do so would jeopardize the security of it, if it were all kept in one place, the risk of it being taken was too great.

So again, I had spent two days with the four of them laying out the locations to be built and relying on them to get it moved and secured, not to mention the fact that my father was working on seeking out the locations that my mother still had in her possession that she had never been to. It more than doubled once we blended the two together. She wanted nothing to do with making sure it was taken care of, giving me free reign to handle retrieving each of them while moving it to the new secure vaults that were still being constructed.

All the time that I was handling this, Isabella was spending the last couple of days in New York with Alice, Rosalie, my mother, and Charlotte.
They went on shopping sprees and other adventures while I handled the business I needed to take care of.

With everything set to go, I began planning and preparing the location for Lovely Dark and Deep. It took two weeks to design it to the style I wanted and during the time of implementing my choices, I was able to focus solely on Bella’s training.

After everyone had returned to Chicago leaving just me and her here, I wasted no time in stepping into my Dominant role on a full time basis. Things were so much more familiar with her being a vampire now.
I loved her as a human, but now she is easier to manage because of my familiarity with the lifestyle as a vampire.

Each day started with her waiting in position in the playroom, where I shared the details of what we were going to be doing that day if I chose to. Some days we spent the entire day in the playroom as I introduced her to each piece of equipment. Some days I laid out her outfits and we spent the day out exploring the city only to return when the need to play became too great.

It was nice not having to quit our playtime to allow her time to sleep, but at the same time there were times when I truly missed just laying in bed with her while she slept.

I found that there was no reason why we could still not have that downtime at some point during the day and she suggested that we take at least a few hours to do that. It was the time when we discussed what we had done in the playroom, what she liked or didn’t like and where she asked questions.

The one issue that seemed to come up repeatedly was holding off her orgasms. She failed every time I tried to push her limit and I wondered if it wasn’t me that was to blame pushing her too hard.

Then one day she slipped and said something that made sense as to why she failed time and time again.

She did not like being held on the edge and so she would just let it happen. When I learned about this, to say I was pissed was an understatement.

“So you are saying that you just disregard my command so that you get your pleasure whether this pleases me or not?”

Her brow furrows as she thinks about how disappointing this new revelation was to me.

“Do you want to please me or not Isabella?”

“Yes Master. Always.”

“But you feel as though you deserve to be pleased first and foremost. How very selfish of you.” I growled.

Her head dropped down and her eyes went to the floor.

“Isabella…eyes.”

“Sorry Master.” She looks back up at me.

“Come to me.” I demand.

She stood right in front of my chair where I was seated frowning.

“What is the frown for? Because I know now why it is you have repeatedly failed this scene or because you are genuinely sorry that you disappointed me?”

“I feel horrible that I have let you down. That wasn’t my intention.”

“I beg to differ.” I argue.

The fire in her eyes lit up. “I wouldn’t lie about it.”

“We have been doing this on a regular basis for a few weeks Isabella. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you are only upset now because you got caught.” I hiss.

“Admit the truth to me now Isabella. Did you or did you not care about ever being successful at this task or not?”

“Of course I cared.” She murmured, dropping her eyes yet again.

I pulled her down over my knee and smacked her ass with all my strength three consecutive times causing her to yelp, and stood her back up.

“Damn it your not focusing! What has you so preoccupied?”

“Nothing.” She denies but I know better. Something is on her mind and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure it out.

“Fine, if you want to do it this way then so be it. I will keep you locked in this room until you submit God damn it. Don’t doubt that I won’t beat you into submission on this.”

I swear to God she practically orgasms right in front of me by the words.

This is when I started to get suspicious. I knew Isabella liked being spanked and actually got off on it on more than one occasion, but this one incident that brought it all to a head sent me in a tailspin.

As far as everything else that had to do with her training, went along flawlessly. The weeks of training Bella to follow every command, every order without hesitation were some of the most intense moments we had.

I was proud of her ability to take a hold of the reins and learn to ride out every command I threw at her, all the while enjoying the journey as she helps me to mold her into my ideal submissive.

She kept me ridiculously hard. Never once has she angered me into denying both of us pleasure except for the numerous times she failed to hold off the orgasm when I requested.

I should have known that all the rest of it, wouldn’t last. Everything was too perfect and I had been waiting for the inevitable moment when she faltered and I finally get the answer as to why she fails at this time and again.  

It is why I sit here now, even more angry and seething over the actions I am about to unleash on her tonight.  

I distinctly remember when I warned her on the boat. I know that she agreed to it.

For the life of me, I could not understand what reason she found good enough to disregard my one standing rule. She knew what I expected of her, and this behavior was just beyond me.

The moment I realize my eyes were not playing tricks on me, my fists closed tight, and a haze of red angry fog clouds my vision when it sinks in that I am in fact staring at the sparkling ring of diamonds that shimmer catching my eye over on our dresser.

I couldn’t even say how long I had been standing there frozen, while the war raged inside of me.

My collar was not on her throat.

The beast in me roars and reared his ugly head demanding answers. He was about to take control, and go on a rampage of epic proportions, and I almost gave into him and let him. It took everything I had in me to focus not on the act, but more on the reason why she did it.

I grab it up, hell bent on getting as far away from the penthouse as possible to gain some control on my temper.

What was she thinking?

Was this how little she cared?

It wasn’t so much that she didn’t have it on her at home, because I was sure that was something I could have dealt with, without the my anger reaching this level.

However, the fact that she left this house and went out without it on her throat was inexcusable, and most certainly unacceptable. The possessive side of me fought so hard to take over and I struggled with all that I had to not just give in and unleash him on her.

She left this house without her fucking collar.
Let me teach her. Let me be the one to punish her. Let me be the one to etch the memory of this rule into that sweet little ass of hers.
You know you want to, as much as I want to do it. I won’t let you down.  

I was going to hurt her if I did not get away from here before she returned, so I fled like a coward. I just needed to calm down.

I needed answers, but to look at her right now, it simply wasn’t an option if she was to return right now. Let alone, be able to stay in control of the rage that lit up every cell of my body, and ignited a fire in him that burned so hot, he was frothing at the mouth to be given the task.

His thoughts invaded my head, full of his ideas for teaching her a lesson she would never forget. His visions of fucking her hard while biting her repeatedly to make sure every part of her exposed skin bore our brand on her. He wanted to make damn sure the world knew she was his.

The passion of drinking from her wasn’t even something he would be doing this for. No what he wanted to do more than anything is to dominate her like a wild caveman, grab her by her hair drag her ass back home, smack her ass repeatedly and forgo fucking her until he bit her  pushing venom into her, flooding her system with his scent, while punishing her by not fucking her while he did it. It would teach her, and make her see that I was not fucking playing when I set that rule for her.

Then his thoughts turned to her failures of holding that orgasm off. I stood here and let him show me the way he would strap her down so securely to where she would never get loose and he wanted to start out slowly just barely teasing her, increasing it slowly only to deny her and then gratify himself in front of her only to deny her and start over again.

What was sick was that this sounded like sweet justice to me. I wanted to drive her insane with need and all I wanted to do was tie her down so securely and watch her beg and plead for my cock, my venom being absorbed through the wounds I would mark her with, and then deny her. I hated myself for the twisted thoughts, because my memories of Caius flashed in my mind.

His thoughts were similar only he wasn’t revolted to the idea of it. He would have enjoyed it. I wasn’t so sure anymore if I wasn’t just like him, because these thoughts did and didn’t revolt me as well. I was conflicted.  

I knew this wasn’t how I should handle her, even though I had a raging hard on at the mere thought of sinking my teeth into that inner thigh and flooding venom into her cells while I teased her pussy, denying her release.

I paced the room now, running my fingers through my hair and wagered if I should just avoid her by staying here in my new office and not returning home.

After careful consideration, I made the decision.

I picked up my phone and sent her a text making damn sure she was aware of what awaited her.

I wanted her to fear me.

And fear me she would.

Isabella,
Get your ass home NOW!

I got an instant reply.

“Yes Master.”

When I enter the apartment, I flew up the stairs and found her standing in the bedroom.
Her purchases were in bags on the bed, but it was where she stood, that gave me my first clue, that she was well aware of what this was about.

She was not at all scoring points, because when her Master enters the room she fucking knows that her eyes are supposed to be directly on me. Her eyes were downcast which only increase my anger.

I made the decision to deal with this however I saw fit. I was the Dominant one. I didn’t have to justify shit to anyone and so I let whatever happened, or whatever I chose to let happen, just happen.

If she was going to fuck up even further by not making eye contact, then she should deal with the consequences of her actions.

I mean seriously….what the fuck is she thinking?

I clear my throat wait for her to meet my gaze.

She swallows a pool of venom, before her eyes slowly scan up and met with mine.

“I am so sorry Master.”

“Oh your damn right you are, and you will be for a long time to come. Get your fucking ass over here and retrieve it out of my jacket pocket and get on your knees at my feet.”

She did exactly as I asked.

“I am far calmer than I thought I could be, but make no mistake, after I am through with you vampire or not…you are going to hurt just as much as you have hurt me Isabella. Imagine how I felt when I made that gruesome discovery of your disregard for my feelings.”

I bent towering over her intent on intimidating her, I dominated her by gripping onto the hair at the base of her skull, tilting her head back staring down at her. I pressed my nose to hers, so fucking angry, I never realized how angry I could really get until this.  

“I am going to bring you to the edge, over and over, and over, and deny you all fucking day and all fucking night long. Don’t think for a minute that I will be in total control of the rage that burns in me. I am so fucking pissed beyond words Isabella…so pissed that my mind is imagining fucking you and biting in between. Do you have any idea how much that pains me to know that I want to hurt you like that? That I want to bite you when we are not at all connected?”

Her bottom lip quivered.

I got harder.

“I am so sorry Master.” Her eyes glistened and my heart literally bled, but it wasn’t for her.  

“Why?”

Silence.

“Why Isabella?”

She had one more chance and when her words came out, I was beyond stunned.

“I tried to mess up but you never caught it or noticed. I even called you Edward and it didn’t phase you.”

I stood over her gripping her chin now, my emotions livid and concerned at the same time.

“Are you telling me you did this on purpose?”

She drops her eyes and a flash of new anger struck me.

“Isabella right now would be a really good time for you to not falter once more before I hang you from the chains of my playroom and lash into your back with a bullwhip using every bit of strength I have to show you how angry I am. I am struggling here baby so please, I implore you to straighten up and focus on what we have been doing over the last four weeks and explain this to me and keep your eyes on me. Make me understand.”

I was hit with a flood of the scent of her arousal.

Then it all clicked into place. Every bit of it like the last piece of this huge complex puzzle had fallen into the one spot that we continually failed at in training. Images came at me like a documentary playing on the big screen. Her behavior on the island being one of the biggest clues of all.

I was an idiot.  

“You are not only a submissive.” I murmured at the reality of what I had been completely oblivious to.

Her eyes drop and I could smell the shame seep out of her. It nearly broke my heart, because she had nothing to be ashamed of. I should be the one that is ashamed. I was the fucking experienced Dominant here, but my reactions to her actions screamed that I was anything but that.  

“You’re a masochistic submissive?” I stood over her torn by the revelation and even more confused as hell.

“Yes…I think so.” Her eyes remained down, her shame now clearly evident or it was intentional I wasn’t so sure any more.

Now I was second guessing my own judgments of her.

I yanked her collar out of her hand fastened it to her neck and commanded in a very angry and deep voice, “Playroom, naked, on your knees next to the intimidator right fucking NOW!” I yell turning my back on her, once I realized I was losing my shit over this. I couldn’t let her see it.

If she saw how this was affecting me, it would undermine everything I taught her.  

I made my way down to call Peter.

Peter has been a Dominant his entire adult human and all of his vampire life. He studied up on it as a teenager and dabbled in it the very first time he had sex as a submissive under a Mistress. He has stated repeatedly how hard it was to be mated to your submissive.

“I don’t know what to do. I thought I was playing the role of a true Dominant, but am I really? Have I been all this time? I understand limits and safe words but I never played hard like others. Now I am questioning if I can even handle this lifestyle with my own fucking mate! Fuck Peter Jesus, she is my mate. A little pain with your pleasure is always fun…but Bella is wanting pain and so much so that she is doing something to guarantee she gets it. Fucking Christ Peter…how do I become that kind of Dominant? I am so lost in love with her but it isn’t enough. Will I ever be enough or what she needs? She practically came when I threatened to beat her with a bull whip and the words had me cringing as I spewed them. A fucking bullwhip!”

“Kinky little sheathen…I am sort of proud of her.” He laughs.

“Peter…this is not funny. I am questioning my entire ability to play my role here.”

“Edward…if you love her, you will figure it all out. But why don’t you start by addressing the pressing issue. Make her communicate what she needs. It is not acceptable for her to sink to underhanded ways to get what she wants. She wants pain. You are going to have to compromise. You know it isn’t a psychological reason…Bella is just well…a kinky little girl. You two will work it out. But you need to make it clear to her that I will not come running to help her if she ever takes off that collar again.”

I still can’t find it in me to see the humor as Peter seems to of.

“I have a temper and I love the paddle, the power of teasing…teasing is an art and one I have mastered quite well, but fuck Peter, can I hurt her the way she seems to want? He certainly wants to hurt her for hurting me.”

I whisper the last part.

“Maybe that is your answer.”

“What?”

“Maybe this is the time that you hand over to him. Does he express his desire to take control?”

“Fuck you have no idea how much he is rattling the cage.”

“Listen Edward, I get that you don’t want to hurt your mate intentionally, especially with the brutality it seems she is seeking out. There is only one way you are going to figure this all out. You need to sit down with her and get a very extensive list of limits and go over each one in detail. You are so arrogant when it comes to this lifestyle you think your rule is golden. There is a reason why Dominants and submissives do this shit. We aren’t doing it for the hell of it. It’s a clear and precise outline of what one expects and what one can tolerate, and yes that includes you Edward. You need to express to her what you can tolerate doing and what you can’t handle….hell, I would even go so far as to suggest you fill out one and let him out to fill out a separate one. I bet the differences will be very interesting. I would really like to see that.”

I consider the thought of it.

“I don’t know what happened in that forest that pissed her off so bad, but whatever it was, I am sure it is a hard limit for her, but my guess is that she was pretty receptive to him when you stood there in front of all of us and she got a really good look at you in that state of mind for the first time as a vampire. It was pretty fucking obvious that Isabella was aroused. Her scent flooded the entire area and if that is the case, which I am assuming that you are already starting to see the logic of it, well then you may just be able to pull this off easier than you think, by handing over control on those nights she needs the pain.”

“She doesn’t trust him.” I murmur.

“And why is that?”

“He inflicts more pain than she is able to tolerate.”

“Well then there you go. You Edward, are going to have to lay down the rules for him and he isn’t going to like it one fucking bit, but if you can get him to adhere to them, then I am sure that between the two of you, you will both be very satisfied with the results.”

“So what do I do first, because right now she is upstairs awaiting punishment.”

“You sound more calm than you were, do you feel like you can punish her for the disrespectful behavior she has chosen as a path she has been following, or do you think you should just let him unleash on her ass?”

“I don’t know what do you think I should do?”

“I will be honest Edward, the whole collar thing, I swear to God, if Charlotte ever thought that was remotely okay to pull, she wouldn’t see the light of day for a God damn year and I am guessing that the way you had to leave to go to the office and call me says a hell of a lot. If it were me, I would forgo the whole limit list and put it on the back burner, let his ass out and teach that girl a fucking lesson. You know whipping her won’t do, but you know damn well how to push her to the edge and deny her before you let her fall over that edge. Hell even if she attempts to leap before you are about to stop bite into her ass and make damn sure your cock isn’t in her when you do it. That will cut that orgasm off so fucking fast.”

I got harder.

“Why does that thought arouse me so much?” I sigh.

“It isn’t you that is getting hard Edward.”

My lip lifts up in the corner of my mouth.

“Sadistic motherfucker.” I growl.

“And maybe, just maybe that is why he exists in the first place. Fate…hell maybe Alice is right after all. You are one of the few that has his own demon so it very well could be the answer.”

“So you think I should go up there, unleash his ass on her and take all the time in the world if need be to drill it into her head that if she so much as thinks of pulling this shit again it will only be worse.”

“Sadly yes I do, what is worse is hell, dude, that may turn her on and cause her to react again the same way, so let him do it for you. He will show her pain but remember, don’t work out the limits until you have worked out the punishment of the collar on her sweet little sassy ass.”

“Thanks man.”

“No problem…now you got me all fucking worked up and Charlotte is out hunting. I may have to track her ass down and drag her back to the playroom fucker.” He laughs.

I hung up and sat here contemplating my next move.

I decide to go up with her outfit, have her get dressed and tether her to me. I take her out hunting and have her take down three large buck.

I take down a deer and demand she get naked, bend her over it and fuck her from behind while I deny feeding off her and make her watch me feed from the animal instead. I knew instantly that she despised this just as much as I did. She even attempted to Slather some of it’s blood on her body but I gripped her hands in time stopping her and denying her once again.

“You don’t get to tempt me. The only reason you are being sated now, is because I am about to lock you in the playroom and your sweet ass is going to suffer through the consequences of your actions Isabella.”

Her eyes focused on me, her head cocked to the side curiously looking at me.

“Yes Angel…I have made the decision that the one that is going to be in that playroom with you, is not going to be me, and you both are going in there alone. My only rule…there is none. You play with fire Isabella…well now baby, it’s time to burn.”

I stare her down showing her that I am every bit as serious as I come off, because for the first time in my life…I have NEVER been more serious about anything else in my life.

Her ass was his and he had free reign to do with whatever he chose.

© Robshandmonkey~





 



Sunday, November 13, 2011




Stealing Edward’s Innocence


Preface


I stand here looking around and smile wickedly over the scene in front of me.

The dance floor is alive, even though it is only full of dead bodies as they dance around, flinging and swinging their dead weight to the techno beat.

A disco ball spins over the center of the dance floor, the laser lights zip across the room bouncing reflections off the pale faces of those walking or dancing dead on the dance floor. The rumble of the speakers thunders in my ear and I still wonder why to this day do they blast the music so loud for a Vampire only dance club when just a couple of bars on the volume control would be nearly the same.  

My eyes scan the seating area that is perched to overlook the vast room of fang bearing wannabe’s. These are people that know we exist and want to become what we are.

I lick my lips, glance down to see my black fishnet thigh high has slowly dropped down a fraction of an inch since I put them on. I bend slightly slide my long black fingernails under the lace edging and wiggle it up adjusting it.

I rise up and I can feel the eyes on me, it causes my cold dead skin to pebble.

“Dream on suckers.”

I finger the edge of my far too short black lace skirt and pull out the innocent looking shit by sticking my finger and my mouth as I look around. I don’t see him. I decide to  strut/stroll across the middle of the dance floor. I mean why the fuck should I walk around?

It is like the parting of the seas as the dancers move out of my way.

I love my gifts.

All of them.

I make my way to the bar and eye up the bartender.

“Why do they have a bar in an all vampire club?” I yell at the person who stands there with his tongue wagging out of his mouth hanging over his lower lip.

“More importantly, why do I not know your name beautiful?” He leans forward and eyes me up and down but focuses on my cleavage that is jutting out over the tight bustier.

Ew.

“Listen Seymour. I just asked a simple question.” I point at his badge.

“It isn’t Seymour…its Samuel.”

“Whatever.” I wave my hand at him and look around. I can read…I just wanted to fuck with him. What else was there to do?

“I am supposed to be meeting someone here.”

“So is half the bar.” He laughs and my patience is wearing thin.

I give him a smug smile and tilt my head to the right. He freezes. His entire body immobilized.

“Listen Seymour…Samuel…Sasquatch…I don’t really care what they call you. However, I am looking for the notorious Jasper Whitlock. You see him around tell him Swan is looking for him. I’ll be on the dance floor.”

I smirk, reach over and pull his badge off him, and drop it in a glass of some red liquid. I lean over and sniff.

Ew.

What in the hell is that shit? It must be some sort of cover so that should a human wander in, the place looks legitimate.

I turn back around and make my way down to the dance floor again. I glance around and I hone in a hot little honey with long black hair who is dancing with a little brown haired witch.

“Yummy.” I murmur and stop right behind her. I tap her on the shoulder and politely ask, “Mind if I cut in?”

“Yes!” she hisses and starts to crouch protecting what she thinks is hers.

Silly bitch.

I hiss back and tilt my head to the right.

“I didn’t think so.” I smile at her as people dance around her still form now. I slide my hand up to wrap around the sexy vamps neck.

“Hey there beautiful…what is your name?” I smile and bat my lashes at him.

“Hey yourself.” His hand comes around and slides over the cool skin of my back.

“Name’s Tyler, what’s yours baby?”

I climb up his tall body and wrap my legs around his hips. “Just call me the wettest one night stand you have ever had.” I purr in his ear.  

“You. Me. Backroom.” I nod towards it and his smile spreads across his face. I get a peak of his razor sharp teeth that sparkle under the lights. His hands are now on my ass under my skirt squeezing my naked cheeks. His hardness has just gotten ten fold harder. He makes his way to the back of the club while I slide my thumb in his mouth and he sucks on it.

“Don’t bite me. It isn’t allowed. I will hurt you and if you don’t believe me just ask your little mousy girlfriend back there…now keep sucking.” I demand and he kicks a door open and kicks it back closed behind him. I leap off him turn and I throw him against the wall.

“Someone like’s it rough yeah?”

“I like it anyway I can get it.” I growl and in a flash I have climbed up his body kissing the hell out of him sucking his cold tongue. It isn’t the best but it will do to serve it’s purpose.  

I wrap my hand around his throat and stare him right in the eye.

“Get me off bitch and make it fast. I am meeting someone and he is due any minute.”
 I climb up the wall with my knees now resting on his shoulders and lower myself down to his mouth. I grab his hair for leverage.

His tongue goes right to work, buried deep inside of me licking and sucking.

“The clit pay attention to the clit.” I demand.

He starts sucking and licking it and bringing me there but stopping before he gets me there. I get pissed.

Can’t a guy ever give a chick and orgasm without fucking stopping before she gets there?

I smack him in the side of the head. “Dude…pay attention to my moans….you aren’t focused. You’re sucking at this and not in the good way!”

He growls at me.

“Watch it.” I warn.

“Aw hell, now I lost the moment…never mind!” I flip off him and glare at him.

“You need practice. Maybe if your lucky and I don’t find who I am looking for I will come back when you learn how.” I pull my skirt down and strut out of the backroom towards the club.

The music slows and my eyes scan to see if he is here yet. I inhale and then I smell him. I practically cum down my leg since I have no panties on.

The smile that genuinely graces my lips spreads slowly.

Jasper’s here.

But it isn’t Jasper that has me smiling.

Or gushing.

It’s the beautiful one next to him.

The human.

The sixteen-year old virgin human whose hair looks like it’s a blaze of wild flames on fire. My eyes drop down to his throat. The pulse is steady, a little raised but steady. That blue vein throbs with each pump and so do I. 

I pull out my deep purple/black lip gloss out of my little pocket in the front of my skirt, swipe it over my lips. It may reek but I can tolerate it. It smells like strawberries.

The human likes strawberries.

I can do strawberries.

He is dressed to kill and he doesn’t even know it. Black pants, suspenders hanging on his hips, green and black tiny checked shirt. His eyes gleam like the moss in the forest where we make our kills and that shirt brings out the green even more.   

He is every bit as broody as he always is. A week of surveillance has shown me that. I stand and watch them for a moment. He glances around, both hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped, pink cheeks, pouty pink bottom lip that I have to say makes my girly parts tingle.

“Are you sure she is here?” His voice is like the sweetest O negative blood, warm and thick and my mind goes to dirty things I want him to say to me with it. Just like that…I gush.

Jasper looks over at the dance floor and sees the frozen mousy girl, his eyes move over to the bartender and he smirks.

“Trust me she is here.” He chuckles and looks around and then he locks eyes with me.

“And there she is.” Jasper’s voice breathes out a sexy sigh.

The tall one next to him follows his eyes and that is when he sees me for the first time.

I found him. I finally fucking found him and he is all fucking mine.

©Robshandmonkey~



This is my next story…

Obviously another different fic…I need to write what demands attention. This does.

Bella is a very gifted vampire in a world where feeding on animals is preposterous. Yes…humans will die…often. Yes, Edward is human. This fic will have violence, possessive and obsessive control over another, kidnapping and held against one’s will (at first anyway), angst, blood, bloodlust and some seriously kinky fucking sex.
No Rape and definitely not a meek little sweet Bella as you can tell from the first chapter. She will stay constant but some traits will change slightly.
What will Edward’s character be like? You just have to wait and see if you can figure him out at all because I won’t give clues or disclose anything about the broody teenager except that he is broody to start.


There are my warnings. This is my plan and please, let me know what you think. Thank you! 

 THIS WILL NOT CONTINUE UNTIL SHHHHH…..ENDS.

It is just a teaser.