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!