Disclaimer: This story is intended for Mature Audiences ONLY, reader discretion is advised.
A/N: This story contains a graphic BDsM scene. This scene was not performed by trained professionals, only an over-active imagination. If this scene is re-enacted by any reader(s), you do so at your own sexually deviant risk and I expect to hear all about it.
To all those who PM'd me letting me know how many days I had left in the month of March, without really saying you were doubting me. Remember, anticipation is just as important as the act itself. I'll let you think of a suitable punishment. You can tell me all about it in your review.
Also, As you know from Edward's punishment, Rosalie really is a sadist.
**All Characters belong to Stephenie Meyers, story adopted with permission from Danie-SweeterThanSour
I dressed discriminatingly for tonight. A licentiously short black leather skirt, made of soft, supple butter leather, designed to fit me like a second skin. I paired it with a matching corset, tied with a satiny red ribbon. I finished my ensemble with elbow length leather fingerless gloves. I had my hair pulled back into slick a French twist. Not a single hair was out of place. A bit too austere for my taste but it fitted my dark mood. I was all about the business of pain. This was going to be an intense evening.
I took my time approaching her. I know to her, dear, sweet Kit- Fuck that, the waiting seemed endless. I intentionally did that. Carlisle's kiss ignited something in me that I wanted to explore more and that was too far off the Richter for me to devote too much time to, trying to self-analyze. I sucked in my bottom lip and licked it with my tongue disconcertedly, the tinny taste of blood still present.
Damn him and his fucking mind games.
Feeling a fire burning within me, yearning to be set free, I had to get myself back into character and remind myself to act like the Queen Bitch I am tonight. I chanted my mantra. I am the quintessence of control and I will not lose it.
You're losing it.
Shut up. I silently warned to my nagging subconscious.
You really are a stubborn ass. It snidely replied.
That I am. I agreed.
I stalked toward her with clenched fists and daunting determination. I knew that by the time I reached her, she would be ready for any and everything I planned on giving her. I stopped about four feet short of where she knelt. I stood, not moving, just staring. Admiring the way she presented herself to me. Proud and majestic, prepared to accept whatever I chose to do to her. She would submit to my every whim and desire. Her body practically screamed 'Yes!'
And, she was mine for tonight.
"Come to me, Cunt."
I smiled as I witnessed the shiver that went through her when she heard my command. It was as if she knew what lay ahead, knew that she was in for a hellacious ride. I grinned as she began to crawl as fast as she could to me, stopping right before my feet. She sat up with her knees spread, the way she had been taught and waited.
I handed her two pair of thinly padded suede cuffs. "Put these on and then stand, present your arms and spread," I commanded.
She did as she was told, and then rose as gracefully as a swan. She held her arms out towards me and spread her legs as far as she dared; all the while maintaining her balance. I grudgingly had to admit that she was beautiful, perfectly proportioned for her stature.
I checked the cuffs to ensure that they were properly secured and tight enough for tonight's activities.
"Wrists together," I commanded.
She lifted her arms up toward a thick dangling chain attached to a crossbeam in the ceiling. I used the O-rings in her cuffs to loop them over a thick hook attached to the chain. I knelt and checked the cuffs around her ankles and then spread her legs far enough apart that she was only able to stand on the balls of her feet. I attached her ankles to the loops bolted to the floor. Watching her body open like a flower, I could smell her already dripping with anticipation. I inhaled deeply the intoxicating scent of her aroused womanhood, but I refused to touch her until I was ready. I stood, rising up square in front of her and looked her over.
Although I, at 5'9 was no mere slip of a girl, she was marginally shorter, but was the unadulterated embodiment of pure womanhood. Her skin was perfectly pale and unmarred. Her body, although lithe, had magnificent curves with soft rounded tits that begged to be touched. They were topped with rosy pink nipples that were beckoning me to take them between my teeth and suckle. Furthermore, she had a perfectly shaped, round spankable ass that practically pleaded for me to adorn it with my handprints, among other things.
As I walked away from her, I noticed she tugged down on her cuffs inconspicuously in an effort to feel whether or not they would hold. She trembled slightly at the knowledge that they would.
"Ah, ah, ah!" I turned my body slightly and waggled my finger back and forth in admonishment at her. "Do. Not. Move." I ordered firmly.
I left her there, hanging on the chain, chest heaving. Grinning at her predicament, I looked back at her and added, "Look at the poor, poor sub, all tied up with no place to go. Guess you'll have to hang out with me for the evening. " I snickered at my own corniness and I saw the corners of her mouth lift in the tiniest smile.
There was a small rolling cart to our left prepared for our scene tonight. Checking the many toys that were laid out for my disposal got me more into my comfort zone. The beautiful flogger that Carlisle handed me earlier was prominently displayed and beckoned me to it. It truly was one of my favorite toys. I stroked it adoringly as I took stock of everything else on the tray. I smiled at the small jar of ointment that sat on a table for those mishaps that were bound to happen on occasion. Carlisle really did know me so well.
I turned and approached her. "We're going to have fun. Really." I cooed huskily into her ear, lightly flicking my tongue along her blood infused earlobe. I could see her heart beating furiously hard. I wanted to give her the unexpected. I wanted to assail her with aggressive seduction and once I had her rapt attention, beset her with pain only to reset the clock and start the seduction again.
"You know you can use your safe word at any time, Bitch." I reminded her. I refused to call her Kitten. She hadn't earned my respect.
I loved hearing the intake of her breath at my choice of names to call her. She raised her head a notch higher, without looking directly at me and squared her shoulders. I smiled at her proud stance. Only a slight tremble gave away her real nervousness.
I couldn't wait to hear this slut's cries for mercy. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.
I stood before in all of my dominant gloryI tilted my head and with one hand gripped her pretty throat and whispered in her ear, "You are mine, and you should be honored that you get to suffer for me tonight. Don't hold back, because I know I won't. Tonight you will give us both a lot pleasure. "
She remained still and silent; neither acknowledging nor repudiating my statement.
"Very well, then. Shall I begin? "
"As you wish, Mistress."
I took a measured walk around her and gave her a complete once over with my hands. Exploring and searching, touching and caressing, pinching and feeling her skin everywhere. I stepped behind her and grabbing a handful of her inky black hair and I pulled her head back. My teeth grazed the tender spot in the hollow of her neck. Then I bit down and held her there, relishing the slight whimper that escaped her lips. I didn't bite hard enough to break the skin but I knew it was painful. She was trapped squirming against me but made no real attempt to escape, not as if she could, even if she wanted to. I loosed my grip and sucked hard, tormenting and worrying her skin, in order to bring the blood to the surface. I withdrew and blew on it; loving the deep bruise that was already beginning to form. She would wear my mark for days. She positively purred, as I nipped the skin beneath her ear. I could see the hairs on her neck stand up in mock ovation to what I just accomplished.
I returned to my earlier position in front of her and again pulled her close. I brushed up against her letting her feel the leather covering my body; I hugged her body to mine and squeezed tightly. I used my nails to scrape down the backside of her pale skin, leaving eight distinct trail marks, that would fade before the night was over. Her back curved into me and she whimpered. I bent and forced her into a deep, soul searching kiss. I was stunned at what I felt. Scared at my own reaction, I pulled back. She moaned as I withdrew. Or maybe I did. Either way when our lips met again, it was if we had made some type of kinetic understanding. By some cruel twist of fate we were both on the same page. My arms tightened around her and I grabbed ahold of the soft but firm flesh of her ass and kissed her a third time. This time harder and with a deep seeded hunger. She responded enthusiastically and with equal ardor. Our tongues wound violently against one other. The kiss was growing more and more intense and passionate. She fought a battle she had no choice but to loose. This was my domain and I was Mistress of this game. But dammit it all if she wasn't a formidable player.
Damn her! I sneered internally, purposely keeping my face blank; but I knew my eyes were telling on me.
I snatched myself away from her as if I had been singed. My carefully built walls were crumbling and she was to blame. However, I couldn't resist one last parting kiss. This time I imitated the kiss that Carlisle gave me earlier, with a touch of improvisation. I bit down hard on her lip and pulled back, letting the soft flesh of her lip draw taut against my teeth before snapping back against her own.
I was rewarded with a sound that was a cross between pleasure and pain. Carlisle was right; she was a pain slut. Her eyes watched mine without flinching. She smiled a secretive, perceptive grin, teasing me, daring me to kiss her again, knowing that if I did, my carefully built façade would be utterly decimated. She played a dangerous game.
It was then I realized that we were too much alike. The thin line between love and hate was gradually being erased and I didn't know where I stood.
I can't believe that I'm being charmed by her as well. Fuck, what kind of spell was this enchantress casting over me?
No! I gave myself a mental shake in hopes to dispel this notion. No! I am the quintessence of control and I will not lose it.
She continued to stare at me; her siren's call beguiling me. I slapped her face to break the trance.
How dare she? This was my scene and we would not go off script. Get a hold of yourself Rosalie.
"Eyes down, bitch." I sneered. "Don't forget your place."
I watched as her head fell and the only part of her moving was her breasts from the deep breathing she was doing, reining in the swirl of sensations I am sure she felt during our brief connection. I stepped back and let my right hand flow down her body to the hairless wet folds of Emmett's handiwork, now glistening with her arousal.
Pressing inside her I found her pussy drenched with the tangible display of her excitement. A small forgivable whimper slid from her throat when I use my thumb and forefinger to flick her clit. I used my fingers to forage deeper, coating them in her wetness gently opening her. I pump my fingers into her three hard times. She tightened her lips into a strained line preventing the moans of pleasure I knew she wanted to release from them.
"I know you're dying for me to let you come. Aren't you?" I asked. My fingers moved against her slick folds, probing imperceptibly at her opening, circling, intentionally driving her mad. "I can do this all night. That hungry, anxious, ravenous look on your face is so fucking sexy. I love that look. I'm fucking getting off on it."
"You will not come yet," I demanded. She took a deep breath and steeled herself against the pleasure boiling up inside her, pushing it down, obeying without thinking, yet she kept undulating her hips.
Alice groaned. I could see the excruciating need roaring through her.
"You are such a slut, we've barely begun and you're already dripping. It's been nothing but easy for you so far, but no more."
Extracting my hand from her molten body I placed my fingers against her lips and tapped. Without being told what to do, she opened her mouth and eagerly, greedily sucked them clean.
I shivered at the lewdness of her act.
Damn that shit was so fucking hot. Ugh. I hate that she's so fucking perfect.
"You nasty cunt, sucking your own pussy juices. Before the night is over, I might have you licking it up from off the floor." I taunted.
I pushed her away and walked back to the table.
Hmmm. What shall I select? I perused the assortment on the table before me, each of them looking as decadent as expensive chocolate in a display case.
Clamps, little biting clamps, I'm sure they will leave a lasting impression.
I took my little precious merrymakers and placed two rubber tipped clamps on each of her nipples making haphazard letter 'K's' on them and placed four on each side of her pussy, peeling the lips back to fully expose her swollen bundle of nerves. With each clamp I added she whimpered. I rubbed her bud slowly with one lone finger, before pressing in, hard. She jumped and I couldn't stifle my laugh. She flushed crimson. Feeling oddly benevolent, I denied her the pleasure of having a clamp placed on her protruding clit.
I took a step back and admired my handwork. One more thing was missing.
Her expression was too calm for what I had planned.
I went back to the table and grabbed a short, fat translucent rubber dick with black leather straps attached to it. I returned and held it in front of her face. It was a work of art and yet, radically obscene. It was about four inches wide and four inches long, thick, veiny and menacing.
"Open." Without hesitating, she immediately did as she was told.
I slid the intruder between her lips and moved behind her to fasten and cinch the straps, adjusting them around her ears so that it could be a bit more comfortable. I knew that because its size it would soon make her mouth water and unless she wanted drool to run out of her mouth she would have to close her lips, suck and swallow, which she did nosily.
"Better learn to breathe through your nose, Cocksucker."
I place a red squishy ball into her right hand. "This is your safe word. Drop this if you want to stop. Do you understand?"
She looked at me and nodded.
Now we were ready.
Grabbing the whip Carlisle handed me earlier, I attacked with a vengeance. I began striking her breasts, six hits before I struck the clamps one at a time removing them from her nipples completely. I knew that with each blow that rained down it sent her body sharp pricks of pleasurable pain. Her muffled screams and muted cries began filling our area. I took my time and struck her twice more on the nipples watching with sadistic pleasure as she trembled and shook while the blood and sensation rushed back to the region they had earlier deserted, stinging and biting a bit worse than the clamps had.
I circled her like a bird of prey; I kept tight control and let my flogger fly hard and fast. I observed all of her emotions snake through her body with each stroke as she struggled within her cuffs. Staunched echoes of pain filled the room. A volley of blows descended all over her back and ass. I left glorious marks of pink then deeper shades of red all over her backside. I began moving around her picking precise points to mark, like the sides of her hips, her upper thighs, front and back. Long thin marks appeared all over her. Crossing to her front side I began striking across her belly and every now and then the top of her mound. Four precise hard strokes against her pussy sent the clamps scattering across the floor. As circulation returned to the tender places now devoid of the clamps her stifled whimpers grew. It was like music to my ears. I knew from experience her endorphins were increasing with every painful blow.
But she didn't move. It was if she was enjoying the fire that I was pounding into her heated flesh. She was insatiable, the rhythm of the blows feeding her frenzy.
"You want this don't you?" I taunted, never missing a beat. "You love it, you need it don't you?"
She nodded her head in the affirmative. It seemed that she was incapable of doing anything else as she held steadfast to the ball.
The blows I rained down became harder now, moving into a slower, heavier cadence as all restraint was obliterated. It was disconcerting how our desires interconnected so that my pleasure in dominance roared into an all-consuming lust to do just that, dominate her, because it was her. Further, her desire to submit became an overwhelming need for me, one that I had to act upon.
I don't know how much time passed. I just felt our energy blending, winding itself around each other. I was enjoying making her crazy with longing for something she didn't understand. I knew this was something she didn't want to want, but yet still it was so outrageously, addictively intoxicating. I was amazed that she held it together; it was as if she was prepared for my onslaught. I watched her face flush a furious crimson and her eyes lose focus in honeyed defeat, her entire being become utterly possessed by the carnal craving which I created.
I threw the flogger onto the cart and moved behind her to remove the gag. A rush of drool exited her mouth. I was pleased she lasted this long without coming.
I grappled her hair and pulled back, whispering into her ear, "Do you want me to make you cum?"
With whatever reserve bit of strength she had left, she nodded. I could tell she was on edge and wanted permission to let go.
"Soon," I promised.
I released her hair and slowly slunk downwards. I licked a wet trail down her back, loving the tangy saltiness of her sweat, and ended up on my knees behind her.
How did this shit happen?
I pushed my head between her legs, I and continued licking her in an urgent frenzy, moving my hands slightly and spreading her ass cheeks. Grinning mischievously, I stopped and then hardened my tongue to a point and gently sent it probing against her tight hole. Her entire body shuddered as she felt her asshole being circled by my tongue and she arched her back, flinching away from me.
I smacked her hard on the ass and got up and whirled around in front of her. "No! I wanted to reward you, but now, I see that you're not ready. Now, you'll just have to wait a while longer. I knew you were too good to be true. I think you need to be punished."
"I…I'm…I'm so… sorry Mistress," she stammered and I slapped her hard across her face for the second time tonight.
"You bitch. You don't have my permission to speak." I pinched her nipple to the point I knew she only felt pain. She squirmed to pull away and could not. She moaned softly, and I did it again, and was greeted with silence.
"You like flinching? I've got something for you." I went to the table and picked up another one of my favorite toys for punishment, scripted to be used just in case she fucked up. Needless to say she didn't disappoint, and neither will it.
She saw what and I had and began to pull at her restraints. Smartly she didn't say anything. I flicked the switch and the silence was replaced by an unnerving hum of electricity and erratic cackle of energy.
"Do you know what this is?"
She stared at it and shook her head furiously before answering, "No Mistress."
"It's called a Violet Wand. Do you want to see what it can do?"
With wide eyes, she didn't say anything. She rolled the red ball in her right hand as if pondering whether or not to release it.
"You remember your safe word?" I asked bringing her back to reality.
I gave her a moment to consider using it and when she made a tight fist around the ball, I pressed the wand to her breast, sending a slight shot of energy to her nipple which made her scream out and squirm uncontrollably. She bucked within her restraints; however, she was bound too securely to get away from the intense tingling sensation, even for a brief reprieve.
I grabbed her other breast and I could see the fear and the mild curiosity in her eyes at what I was going to do next. I squeezed it tightly to make the nipple protrude more. Answering her unasked question, I licked her nipple and bit it before placing the wand against it. There was another screaming moan of pain as another wave of energy zapped her other breast.
Her breathing was so labored it came out sounding like a cross between 'whoa' and 'woo'. Her head hung low. She would soon be entering subspace and I would be sending her there.
Sweat dripped down her body in rivets. I touched the wand to the passion mark I created earlier and she jumped and gasped as the jolt of electricity shocked her back into reality. This time, the surge I gave her was no longer soft and gentle, but had a sharp sting to it.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" She howled.
I circled her and moved the wand in a serpentine motion down her back, zapping tingling shocks enough to keep her squirming in her bonds. Her breathing quickened. I could tell she was trying to keep control over her body's responses, but the unexpected charges never allowed her to keep her train of thought for long.
I circled around and ran the wand across her stomach. I bypassed the obvious course and moved down one leg, across the soles of her feet and back up the opposite leg. She knew where my destination would be and she was powerless to stop me.
She tried desperately and unsuccessfully to clamp her legs. The tension in her body was more than I could ever hope for. With the current at its lowest setting, I began giving minute shocks to her clit; testing her limits. I increased the current, never staying in the same place for long, moving the current first across her pussy lips, then back to her clit, every slowly increasing its strength. I paused and smiled sardonically. She held her body still in anticipation of what was coming next and I didn't disappoint; I shocked her asshole. Her entire body became rigid and she wailed; her cries quickly turned to a series of gasping moans.
I knew she couldn't control herself much longer. Her legs trembled uncontrollably. I could tell that she was on the edge of the precipice, severely close to falling over. It wouldn't take much more of anything to push her and allow her to have one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. I applied the wand to her clit, applied an incendiary blast and gave her my three word command. "Come for me."
She came before she knew what was happening. She contorted obscenely, screaming long, loud and hard. Her orgasm was explosive, hot liquid squirted out of her like a fountain. If she could, she would have pulled the loops from out of the floor. She was almost feral, her moans and gasps filled the room, echoing off the ceiling. It was beautiful watching her spasm uncontrollably. When it was over she slunk as if she was dropping into a garden tub filled with hot water and little else after a long exhausting day.
I let go of the breath that I didn't know I was holding. I wanted to congratulate her for allowing me to expand her boundaries.
Her breathing was shallow and ragged.
I reached for one of the towels Jasper had wisely stocked and stacked at the bottom of the cart, and used it to wipe the sweat-soaked strands of hair off her forehead. She smiled at me with her eyes; something akin to sheer satisfaction. It was at that moment she dropped the ball.
I couldn't help it; I bent and kissed her lightly. She pleased me thoroughly and I could see why everyone was so enraptured with her.
Breathing deeply, I pulled myself together. She needed me, now. I had to get her down.
I untethered her feet and then cradling her in one arm I unhooked her from the ceiling. I talked to her gently, letting her know everything that I was doing. We dropped down softly together to the floor. I cradled her head in my lap. Pulling a blanket from the cart, I covered her in it. She began to shudder as the chills took over her body. She was coming down from subspace, her nirvana. I knew the endorphins from this scene would last for days.
With continued tenderness that I didn't know I even possessed, I held her and caressed her and spoke softly with her until she was more coherent. I grabbed a couple more towels from the cart and used them to form a pillow under her head as I extracted myself from underneath her. I gently kissed each finger on both hands before massaging her wrists, and then moving down her arms to improve her circulation.
Her shivering slowed to a stop and I removed the blanket and continued massaging her body, checking for any tears in her skin that might have opened during our scene. I rarely left open welts; but during moments of weakness, even I have been known to be brutish. Tonight however, my tight knit control paid off. I only left a limited number of small red welts that would fade in a few short days. I worked my way down her legs, playing close attention to the chaffed skin around her ankles, continuously rubbing and caressing, even down to her toes.
I smiled as she made soft keening noises of responsiveness. She took a deep breath and sat up. I could tell she was still a bit woozy. I handed her a bottle of water also from the cart. I would have to remember to thank Carlisle and Jasper. I steadied her with gentle hands, all the fire in me gone. Nothing left but a smoldering desire to smother her with adoration.
"You were amazing tonight, Kitten" I acknowledged.
I don't know how she did it but she managed to win me over too.
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