WARNING! This first chapter has potential triggers for rape victims so BEWARE! The only important part of this chapter is to clarify that Edward is looking for a Sub, and Bella is studying to be a teacher. Sub means something different to each of them, leading to a misunderstanding.

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Chapter 1 - Mistaken Bondage

BELLA

I was never drinking while out in public again. I was surely in hell, and it was all my fault for listening to Jessica. I couldn't believe I'd been stupid enough to even consider doing what she'd suggested. She'd found me stressing over bills and the cost of school, and so she'd told me there was a bar full of potential sugar-daddies who'd just love to take care of me. I would've thought she was full of shit, just riding that new love high. She'd just recently hooked up with a guy who was spoiling her like mad. He'd given her a diamond choker she always wore now. She was definitely smitten with him. I was still underage, so I'd never been to a bar to pick up a guy. It was out of my comfort zone. I much preferred the library and hanging out with other students.

Going to a bar to go drinking and meet a guy was completely crazy, but a bit exciting as well. I really wasn't much for drinking myself. I only had a single drink now and again at a party here and there. I wasn't sure I could handle the bar scene and wondered if I could meet a nice guy who could show me around town and take me to all the good spots. I wasn't really looking for a sugar-daddy as Jessica boasted. I doubted one actually existed who'd want someone like me.

Jessica had told me the guys in this bar were a little kinky, but as I shook off my drink-induced haze and took in my surroundings, I never would've imagined this!

I'd thought when she'd said kinky, she was talking about doing it outside or in an elevator, or maybe doggy style. I was no stranger to sex. I thought Jake and I had tried every position humanly possible before we'd broke up, but obviously not. There were a few guys I'd gone out with after meeting them at the library, but I'd never actually been to a bar to pick up a guy like they did in the movies. It all seemed very clich├ęd, and to think that I'd get a sugar-daddy out of this was just nuts.

I looked closer at the opulence of my surroundings, and I had to admit, this nut job was definitely loaded. I couldn't fully remember how I'd even gotten here, though. One minute, we'd been walking into his room, for what I'd thought was going to be a one-night stand, and the next thing I knew, I found myself suspended above his bed.

I never in my life would've thought of having sex in this position, but he hadn't even done that. He seemed to just be getting off by spanking me. What the hell? I didn't know if I could handle doing this, even for a sugar-daddy. My whole body ached, my throat raw from screaming, and my ass was on fire. And what the hell was his obsession with the dragon he kept in his safe? Was he talking about his dick?

Gasping with pain, I fought my tears. I knew if I cried, I wouldn't be able to breathe. He'd strapped a gag into my mouth, but not just any gag. A large ball was stretching my small jaw, making it ache horribly. I hated myself for getting myself in this mess, and I fought back the tears, as he came back into the room. Thankfully, he wasn't sporting that horrible paddle this time.

He had some sort of lotion, and he began rubbing it gently over my reddened skin. He was so cruel and yet tender at the same time. I didn't know why he wasn't in a mental hospital, but it seemed to me he needed to be. He was so messed up, talking sweetly to me, as he rubbed me down. I struggled a little, trying to keep his hands away from me. I didn't want him hurting me again. As I said, I just fucking hurt all over. I hated that he had me tied up, hanging over his bed, so he could move around me easily, making all of me available to him.

"Shush, it's okay. I'll make it better, Precious. It was just supposed to be a light spanking. I didn't realize it hurt you so much." He sounded sad. The man was a freak! "Don't worry, I'll make you feel good, my little Precious," he said, kissing my stomach.

I whimpered a little, and he smiled up at me. "I know what you want," he said with a wink. "Just remember dragon." What the hell was with him constantly referencing his dick as a dragon? I was kind of curious to see if it was deformed or just a giant beast. I wouldn't mind the beast.

I struggled again, bumping him in the process, but he just laughed. "Be a good girl and hold still for me, and I'll make you feel good," he promised, and then he reached up, pulling a couple of ropes. One spread my legs even wider, and the other tightened the scarf around my neck. I was having hard enough of a time breathing, and now he was choking me? What the hell?

My body reacted, even though I hated that it did. I had no control over it. He smiled up at me, kissing my skin lightly. I hated that he was looking so happy and giving me sweet smiles. He finally loosened the scarf that was tight around my neck, and I felt the blood rushing back into my face.

"You've been so good, my innocent little one. I know this is your first time playing like this, but you did wonderfully," he cooed, as he slipped off the bed and started undoing the ropes, lowering me gently. "Thank you for letting me show you my world," he said, as I finally collapsed on the soft mattress. I thought he was done, but apparently, I was wrong. He stripped his strange clothes off, and I whimpered again. He kissed my forehead. "Sorry, Precious, but play time is over. If you want more, we can play another time, but now it's time for me to take care of you," he said, as he started to carefully untie my body from his intricate contraption.

I hated that I'd been so stupid as to use a fake ID to go to a bar and pick up this guy. It was that stupid little rebellious streak of mine that'd gotten me into this horrible mess. I'd just wanted the night off and to have a little fun for once.

My body was so sore, and I hurt everywhere. There was no way I could fight him off, even if I'd wanted to. I couldn't even lift my own limbs.

"Come on, Precious, let me take care of you now," he said, kissing my neck and shoulder, as he picked me up and carried me to an adjoining bathroom. He still hadn't taken that gag out of my mouth, and I whimpered around it, pain shooting through my body, as he gently picked me up. I doubted I'd be able to speak, even if he did remove it, since my jaw hurt so badly, and my throat was so raw.

He had the tub running and stepped into it, turning the water off. He turned on the jets of the Jacuzzi tub and then ungagged my mouth, kissing under my jaw. "So sweet, so precious," he whispered, but I almost didn't hear him over the roar of the jets in the tub. One would think he was kind, if he wasn't such a sick fuck. No, let me rephrase that, we hadn't even fucked, he was just sick.

He grabbed some soap or something and started rubbing my arms with it. I would've pulled away if I'd been able to move, but I couldn't. I was stuck slumping with my back against his chest. I was exhausted, so sore and in such horrible pain I couldn't move. I turned my face from him and let the tears I'd held in drip out of my eyes, as he rubbed me down. I must've been exhausted, because I ended up crying myself to sleep.

I woke the next morning to him standing in the bedroom doorway wrapped in a robe. "No, you can't see her, James. Get the hell out of here!" he groused. "Move it, you're going to make Ms. Cope spill the tray."

"Whatever, man," a voice said, and then I heard the rattle of dishes on a tray.

"Is it all prepared just as I asked?"

"Yes, Sir. I was even able to find the fresh berries as you requested," an older woman said.

"And when will her clothes be back from the cleaners?"

"Not until this afternoon. I told them it was urgent, but that was the soonest time they'd give me, even if I doubled the payment. Otherwise, they wouldn't be ready for another two days."

He let out an annoyed breath. "Thank you, Ms. Cope, could you please acquire some clothes for my guest, then? Something soft, maybe get my sister to get them. She's small. I'd say nothing larger than a size five, and make sure to emphasize that it should be comfortable."

"Yes, Sir," the woman said, and then he turned to the room and smiled when he saw I was awake. I didn't smile in return.

"How are you this morning, Precious?" he asked, and I looked away out the window. I wished I'd had it in me to get up and get the hell out of here, but my body wouldn't budge it still hurt so badly. I felt the bed dip, and he kissed my sore jaw. It even ached to hold it closed. "Come, take the pain medicine and have some food."

I wanted to shout at him that there was no way I could lift my arms, let alone chew. But before I could even think to protest, he was in front of me opening my mouth. I was too sore to fight him. He popped the pill into my mouth and then lifted a thick drink of some sort to my lips. I'd choke if I didn't swallow it, so I did. "There's my beautiful precious girl," he said, kissing my forehead. "You need to drink some more. It's full of antioxidants to help your aching muscles get better. After this, we'll get you some water, and I'll rub you down again. I think I may have been a little too rough with you," he said frowning.

He looked down at my limp, unmoving limbs, and I wished I had the strength to shout, "Ya think, asshole?" But I didn't.

He had me finish the berry drink, and then he brought a bottle of water out. He had me drink it all down as well. I didn't have the strength to protest. I realized I had to go to the bathroom and glanced at the door. He was being amazingly observant this morning and picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. He set me down on the toilet and turned his back to me.

"You seem to be more worn out than I thought," he sounded a little nervous. "How about I give you another bath and then the massage? The warm water will help loosen your muscles," he said, turning on the water. I watched him warily, as he pulled out some bath salts and poured in a measured amount. He swirled the water around a moment and then came and got me. He carried me to the tub and sat in it with me, much like he had last night, only this time he didn't move his hands around and wash me. He just seemed to be hugging me, like he was looking for comfort. I thought it odd that such a beast would squeeze me like a teddy bear.

"I'm so sorry," a sudden sob came from behind me. "I usually work with more experienced, bigger girls. I swear I didn't mean to hurt you." He was holding me tightly, and I couldn't have moved, even if I'd wanted to. "Please, please don't hate me. I promise never to hurt you again," he cried, confusing me. "Just let me take care of you."

The pain relievers he'd given me must've been strong, because I was starting to feel drowsy again. Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep.

EDWARD

I was sitting in the Twilight bar, downing drinks and feeling depressed. I'd just lost another Sub, again. My father would be so ashamed. I wasn't really looking for a new replacement, still scared to mess up yet another delicate relationship. They had all complained I was either too hard or too soft. There was no happy medium for me. I was either whipping them until they screamed or coddling them too much. I usually worked with big girls. They were so different at times. Some would say they had sensitive skin, and others would say they couldn't feel anything. It was making me a little insecure. Since I was sure I was not playing tonight, I decided to drown my sorrows. I'd just downed my fifth drink, when the bar door opened, and a new girl walked in, catching mine and every Dom in the bars' attention.

I was starting to rethink my type of woman, when the petite little brunette sat next to me. She didn't look my way, but focused on the counter. I also noticed when she got up to go to the bathroom, she just glanced around and then kept her eyes down. She was a wonderful little Sub, and by her lack of collar, I could see she didn't belong to anyone.

I looked around and saw a few others eyeing her. James seemed to take an interest, which just pissed me off. He had his Sub, Vickie, sitting on his lap. He needed to keep his eyes off my girl.

My girl?

I hadn't even spoken to her yet, and suddenly, I was thinking of her as mine. When she came back, I gave her my best smile and let her know my name was Edward. I asked her what her name was, and she nervously glanced at the ID in her hand. I guess she was wondering if I'd seen it, but I hadn't. She finally told me her name was Marie.

Turned out this was her first time ever coming to a place like this. I ordered her a drink and told her she was doing just fine. She told me her friend, Jessica, had met her boyfriend, Mike, here.

"Mike Newton?" I asked, and she lit up.

"Yes, that's him." She seemed to relax after that, since I knew her friends, and now she seemed to feel she could trust me. She needed to trust me if we were going to play. I wanted to be her first. I switched to water to sober up and tried to slow her drinking. I didn't like playing with tipsy toys.

"It's all so new. I've seen stuff in movies, but to actually do it, you know?" she said shyly, and I thought I knew what she was talking about.

"You'll have to let me show you the ropes. It can be a lot of fun," I said, taking a drink, "and very satisfying."

She blushed a sweet pink, and I wondered if her backside would be the same pink when I paddled her. I couldn't wait to find out. She loosened up and downed another drink, telling me how this was her first time out, and Jessica had told her this was the place to go if she wanted to meet the right people. I'd have to thank Jessica later for sending me this precious little treasure.

My precious little treasure was starting to get tipsy. I suggested she slow down. If she wanted me to show her the ropes, she couldn't be sloshed.

She giggled and took a shot and fell into my arms. "Let's go have some fun!" she said, and my insides flipped. This was fantastic! I'd get to be her first Dom and mold her to my specifications. I could teach her to love the way I handled her. She'd be my perfect, precious little Sub.

She went on talking, as we drove to my place. "This was the first time I'd ever been to a bar like that before. All I do is study, study, study. I want to do well, but I don't think I'll ever get it right."

"So, you're trying to train to be a Sub?" I asked her.

"Sub, yeah, that's how we all start out," she babbled. "Maybe an assistant and a Sub," she informed me.

"That's very interesting. I could use an assistant."

"You teach?" she nearly shouted, causing me to chuckle.

"That's what I'm doing tonight, isn't it? I'll teach you everything you need to know while showing you the ropes."

She leaned into my shoulder, holding onto my arm. "Thank you," she said sincerely.

She'd be such a sweet, beautiful little Sub.

A/N: And there you have our first misunderstanding.