Chapter Two - In the Beginning

In the Beginning



7 years earlier…

The ringing was loud, and extremely annoying. My arm snaked out from the warm cocoon of my comforter to slap at my alarm clock. The crashing noise alerted me that I had successfully smacked the clock, but unfortunately the ringing continued. My arm groped around on the floor, looking for the blasted alarm before I finally found it. Opening my bleary eyes, I looked at the glowing display, only to notice it was 7:00 in the morning.

The ringing had stopped, only to start up once again a moment later. Realization dawned on me, not the clock but my phone. At 7:00 in the morning. Someone better be dead. It was no secret that I wasn’t a before the sun riser. There was only one person in the world I could think of that would be calling me at such an ungodly hour, Alice.

My mood was sour when I reached for my phone. This had better be good. “What?” I snapped into the phone. She should know better than to call me this early.

“Oh my God, Bella! I’m so glad you picked up. I have the best news!” Her high voice pierced my ears and I momentarily thought about throwing the phone.

“Alice,” I whined. “What could be so important that you’re calling me before the sun comes up?”

“I never went to bed last night. But that’s not important. I have to tell you!” She was going a mile a minute and it was hard to keep up with a foggy brain.

“Spit it out already. I want to go back to sleep.”

“I spent the night with Jasper last night.” That was worth calling me at 7:00 in the freaking morning?




“Alice, I’m hanging up.” I was just about to push the end button when her shrill voice started again.

“Isabella Swan! If you hang up that phone I’ll just come over and drag your ass out of bed.” And she would. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d done so. I was tempted to chain my deadbolt and test her, but I knew it was futile. She’d just get the super to cut the chain.

“What?” I whined again. “I’m tired Alice. I was sleeping.”

“But I can’t hold it in any longer Bella. I need to talk to someone about this.”

“So go bug Rose. I’m sure she’d love to talk to you at this hour.” That was a lie. The only reason Alice picked me was because I was a pushover. Rosalie would eat Alice alive.

“Are you crazy? She’d kill me! Now listen to me.” It was pointless to try not to. She’d make me do it one way or another so I might as well give in now.

“Fine. But I’m not gonna like it.” I crossed my arms over my chest like a petulant child. Not that she could see me. But it made me feel a little better.

“I said I stayed with Jasper last night.”

I huffed into the phone. I still couldn’t believe she called me to tell me this. “And?” My voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Bella, stop being snide. It doesn’t suit you.”

“How the hell am I supposed to feel Alice? You called me at 7:00 in the fucking morning just to tell me you spent the night with lover-boy. Why the hell should I care?”

“Because you’re my bestie!” She shrieked into the phone. I pulled it away from my ear and could still hear her clearly as she yelled into her end. “You’d think one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world would care about my night!”

“Jesus, Alice, calm the fuck down already. Just tell me.” See? I’m a pushover.

“It was the most amazing night I’ve ever had in my life! He went all night long, Bella. All. Night. Long.”

This caught my attention. The all-nighter was a myth created by vindictive women who wanted to make their friends jealous. “No way. The all-nighter doesn’t exist. He’s a myth.”

“The hell he is. I’m living proof that he does in fact exist. Well, almost living. He nearly fucked me to death.”

I was still wary. Perhaps he had gone all night, but that didn’t mean it was good sex. Mediocrity was the norm for me. “Okay fine, so he went all night. Woo-freakin-hoo. Doesn’t mean it was any good.”

“Wasn’t any good? Pfft. How’s seven orgasms for no good?” My silence spurred her on. “Yes ma’am. Count them. Seven. Wonderful. Earth-shattering. Orgasms.”

My mouth dropped open. Seven orgasms? And she lived to tell the tale? I was immediately jealous. I’d never even had one orgasm. Well, not from a man and the ones I’d given myself weren’t anywhere near earth-shattering. “Are you okay?” My voice was shaky and I could feel my arousal building. It was pathetic that I had to get my thrills vicariously through my friends, but that was my lot in life.

“No, I’m not okay. I’m fucking fabulous! This one’s a keeper for sure. There’s no way I’m giving this shit up.” I wouldn’t either.

“I’m still skeptical Alice. The all-nighter-multi-orgasmic man is more than just a myth. He’s a dream. A figment of our over-active imaginations. He’s the ultimate of desires for young horny women, such as ourselves.”

“Would I lie to you about something like this?”

“I don’t know Alice. You might.” Then a thought crashed into my mind. “What’s today?”

“Why?”

“I just want to make sure this isn’t some elaborate April Fool’s trick or something.”

Her laughter rang through the phone. “It’s still March sweetie. March 28th to be exact. And this date is going on my calendar for sure.”

“Fuck Rose and her beauty sleep. Get her on three-way.” I heard a series of clicks before ringing sounded through the phone.

After a moment, Rose’s sultry voice purred through the phone. “Alice, this better be fucking good or else I’m coming over there and torching your closet.”

Alice squeaked before she threw me under the bus. “Bella made me do it!”

“You’re there too, Bella? Well, your books are going into the inferno as well if this isn’t good.” I knew she’d do it. I had no doubt Rose would show up at my house with a blowtorch or a flamethrower.

“Yes Rose, I made her do it. But you’re gonna love this. Alice claims she found the all-nighter-multi-orgasmic man in Jasper. She said he gave her seven earth-shattering orgasms last night and nearly fucked her to death.”

Rose was silent for a moment before she breathed into the phone. “That’s impossible. He doesn’t really exist.”

“I know! That’s what I told her!” Suddenly I was more amused than I’d been all month.

Both of us heard Alice huff into the phone. “You know what? Fuck you bitches. Would I lie about something like this?”

“What’s today’s date?” I burst into hysterical laughter and Alice growled at us both.

“This is NOT a joke! I’m calling a summit. Right now. Meet me at the diner in 30.” Then she hung up, cutting us both off.


Sitting in the diner at 8:00 in the morning was an experience. Not that we hadn’t done it before, but never for such a momentous occasion such as this one. Rose and I both eyed Alice suspiciously, looking for a tell-tale sign that she was lying.

Her eyes were drawn and she looked exhausted. Dark circles made her eyes look bruised, but she was beaming. I’d never seen her look so happy, or so relaxed. I was starting to think she was actually telling the truth. Rose and I eyed each other and nodded at the same time. Alice had found a treasure indeed.

Rose looked back at Alice, who was sitting there with a smug grin on her face despite her exhaustion. I was assuming it was worth it. “So, spill.” I wanted details too, so I listened with wide eyes.

“He was a fucking machine. Literally,” Alice sighed a dreamy sigh. “I’m sore in places I didn’t know I had, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“I still can’t believe he was able to get it up seven times in one night!” I said. I was still in awe.

“Actually, it was eight.” Her cheeks turned a brilliant shade of red. Rose and I looked at each other confused.

“Eight? But I thought you said…” Realization dawned on me then. “You sucked him off!”

Rose broke into hysterical laughter while Alice shushed me profusely. “Bella! Could you say it any louder? I don’t think the guy in the back corner heard you.”

Rose was gasping through her laughter, but she still managed to speak. “Awww, our little Alice gave head.”

It wasn’t as if any of us hadn’t done so before, but it was probably the first time any of us had brought a guy to orgasm from a blowjob before. Alice was my new hero. “So, did you swallow?” Rose burst into laughter again at my question. Alice looked like she wanted me dead. It was payback for waking me up so early though.

I didn’t think it was possible, but Alice’s blush deepened further. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You did!” Rose shrieked, much to Alice’s dismay.

“Will you two please hush,” her whisper was harsh and she looked at us both meaningfully.

“Hey, don’t blame us,” I said. “If you didn’t want anyone to hear about your scandalous evening, you shouldn’t have picked the diner as a meeting place.”

Rose nodded in agreement before Alice hissed at me, “You’re just jealous because you can’t even have one orgasm, let alone seven.”

Hurt washed over my face and Alice slapped her hand over her mouth. Rose came to my defense immediately, “Jesus, Alice, what the fuck is wrong with you? Having fabulous sex doesn’t give you the right to be a spiteful bitch.” She was rubbing my back in a soothing manner.

“No, Rose. Its okay, it’s true after all.” I began to gather my things. I needed to get the hell out of here.

“I’m so sorry Bella. Really, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” Her eyes were sorrowful, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“Doesn’t matter Alice,” I said, throwing money on the table to cover my tab. “I’m really glad you found Jasper and all that.” I stood up from the table and looked away so they wouldn’t see the tears brimming in my eyes. “I have to go.”

Rose was shooting death glares at Alice while I fled from the diner.


The following weekend, I was at a frat party with Angela. I still hadn’t really talked to Alice much, not that she hadn’t tried to talk to me, I just wasn’t ready to hear it. I noticed a guy across the room staring at me and asked Angela about him.

“Hey Ang. Who’s the guy over there that looks like he’s trying to be Zorro?”

Angela glanced up and burst into laughter. “I never really noticed that, but you’re absolutely right. The slicked back dark hair and glasses that almost look like a mask totally make him look like Zorro.” She chuckled again before she got serious. “That’s Eric Yorkie. I’ve heard he’s a little weird, I’d stay away from him if I were you.”

“Weird how, Ang?” I had to admit, I was intrigued. There was something burning in his dark eyes that called to me.

“I don’t really know from experience, but I hear he’s pretty kinky.” My eyes widened at that and I glanced back at him. He was still watching me with that same intensity burning in his eyes. “Hold on a sec.” She turned and scanned the room before she found who she was looking for. She yelled for Lauren and Jessica to join us.

“What’s up Angela,” Jessica asked when they’d made their way over.

“Bella was asking about Eric.” Both Jessica’s and Lauren’s eyes snapped to me.

“Seriously?” This came from Lauren, whose eyes were as big as dinner plates. “I don’t think you should mess with him Swan, he’s bad news.” She looked serious, but I had my doubts. Eric looked harmless.

“Yeah right,” I scoffed. “He looks like a geek. How dangerous could he be?”

“You wouldn’t think that if you were tied to his bed while he whipped you.” Jessica’s voice was hushed, but I could hear the severity of her tone.

“Are you trying to tell me he…” I gestured toward the man in question before going on, “…rapes women?”

Lauren let out a humorless laugh. “Not rape, Swan. Domination and submission. Small time, but dude has a wicked kinky streak.”

She had my attention now. I’d heard of Domination and submission, but I didn’t have much information about it. “Are you sure? How do you know?”

She blushed before she answered, “Experience.” That was all she said.

Jessica nudged her arm. “Come on Lauren. If you tell, I will too.” My eyes shot to Jessica and she merely shrugged.

“Fine,” Lauren hissed. She took a long drink of her beer, I’m assuming to prepare herself. “Well, obviously I went out with him once.” I nodded, completely enthralled at this point. “After our date he asked if I wanted to swing by his place and relax. He’d been so sweet and courteous the whole night I didn’t see the harm in it.

We were just messing around for a little while when he suggested the blindfold. To be honest with you, the idea of it excited me and I was all too eager to try it out. Imagine my surprise when I ended up tied to his bed while that sick motherfucker poured hot wax on me!” I gasped in shock. Surely she was exaggerating.

Jessica was nodding in agreement then launched into her tale. “It was the same for me, with the exception of the wax. Fantastic date, true gentlemanly behavior, then a sexual deviant underneath.”

“What happened to you?” I couldn’t understand why, but my voice was husky and I was becoming oddly aroused.

“Well, it started pretty much the same. He told me how the blindfold would heighten my pleasure and enhance my senses. I was all for that, but I ended up cuffed to his bed while he took a flogger to my ass.” My eyes were huge and I felt like they would pop right out of my head. Jessica went on before I could comment though. “I won’t lie though, the sex was amazing. I just prefer it with no whipping without my consent.”

I was astounded, and more aroused than I’d ever been before. There was a secret place deep inside me that was thrilled at the idea of being tied up and whipped. Or having hot wax poured over my naked flesh. All I could do was nod at them both and say, “Thanks for the advice.”

When I got home that night, I was still thinking about Eric and the things I had learned about him. What would it be like to have someone dominate you during sex? I could feel myself becoming aroused again. There was nothing I could do to prevent it. I pulled out my trusty vibrator and fantasized about a little pain during sex. I twisted my nipple as hard as I could and screamed out in pleasure as my orgasm crashed through my system.

I was still breathing heavily when I came down from my orgasm. That was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever given myself. I decided at that point that I was going to seek out Eric Yorkie.


The next day I had a stroke of luck. I was walking across campus, lost in my own thoughts when I looked up to find a familiar set of dark eyes watching me from across the lawn. Eric grinned at me and made his way over while I was frozen in place.

When he was finally standing in front of me, all he did was look at me. His eyes were burning into mine when he finally spoke. “Hi. I’m Eric.”

My heart was racing and I was afraid my knees would buckle. “Yeah, I know. I’m Bella.”

He smirked at me and ran his finger down my arm. I felt a fire in its wake. “Bella, I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me tonight.”

This was my chance. I was going to experience the same things that Lauren and Jessica had warned me about, but I wasn’t afraid. I was looking forward to it. “Yes.” My voice was breathy and he smirked at me again. When I’d given him my address and made plans for that night, I ran back home to get ready.

I decided to wear the naughtiest outfit I had in my closet. It had been a gift from Rose and Alice for my previous birthday. Thinking of Alice brought a sharp pain to my chest. I missed my best friend, but I was still hurt and angry at her words. I shoved that aside and pulled the outfit out. It was a black leather mini skirt that barely covered the essentials paired with a red satin halter top that stopped about an inch above the waist of the skirt. I topped it off with the black patent leather Jimmy Choo peep toe sling backs. The outfit screamed sex and I hoped it would pay off.

I decided to forgo the shower and take a long soothing bath instead. I poured in my favorite scented bath oil to soften my skin. The water was steaming when I lowered myself in. I hissed in shock as the hot water made contact with my clit. The difference between the cold porcelain of the tub and the steamy heat of the water nearly drove me into a frenzy, but I abstained from touching myself; I wanted to be ripe for tonight.

When Eric showed up to pick me up, I was pleasantly surprised. At first glance last night, he had looked like a geek. Now he was attractive. His dark hair was still slicked back and he was wearing the glasses, but they somehow made him look dashing. The buttons on his grey shirt were undone, leaving his collar exposed, and the shirt was tucked into a pair of black tailored slacks. His eyes widened when they scanned me, then an appreciative smile graced his lips. From behind his back he brought one red rose, which he presented to me.

“You look…” his eyes traveled up and down my body once more, “words escape me. Perhaps ravishing would suffice, but even that falls short in comparison.”

I quirked one brow at him and smiled. “Thanks. You don’t look too shabby yourself.” After placing the rose in a bud vase, we made our way out for our evening.

We were sitting at dinner when he reached over and took one of my hands in his. His eyes were locked on mine while his fingers were tracing patterns on my hand. The sensation was causing a stirring in the pit of my stomach, one I had never experienced before. It was exciting and unsettling at the same time.

“So, Bella. I noticed you’re friends with Jessica and Lauren.” Well, he certainly didn’t beat around the bush now did he?

“I wouldn’t say ‘friends’ but more acquaintances. We share a few classes and have been known to show up at the same parties. You know, the drawback of campus life.”

“I’ll bet they warned you about me, didn’t they?”

All I could do was nod. There was an obstruction in my throat suddenly at the mention of his ‘alternate lifestyle.’ I felt the heat in my core and the wetness of my panties. I shifted in my seat and tried to rub my legs together to alleviate some of the pressure building there.

“Yet here you sit. I can only assume that means you’re… eager for experimentation.”

Another nod. I was afraid I would squeak if I tried to speak. He signaled for the check and his eyes burned into mine.

“Then shall we?” Oh yes, we most certainly shall.

The ride back to his place was eventful. His hand crept over the center console and toyed with the hem of my skirt eliciting moans and gasps from me in turn. I could see his erection straining against his pants and knew there would be no foreplay. There was no need for him to ease me in to the situation; I was an eager and willing participant from the get-go.

My heart rate only increased as we walked into his apartment. I was ripe for the taking, and he knew it. When his front door was shut, he spun me around to face him and captured my lips in a heated kiss. It scorched through my body, straight down to my toes. I was already on the brink of orgasm and he had barely touched me. I briefly wondered what was happening to me.

He walked me backwards until I was leaned against his couch as he ravished my neck and collarbone. I couldn’t contain the moans that came out of me anymore than I could control my wandering hands. In short order, our clothing had been removed and I was standing before him, clad only in a black lace bra with matching boy shorts. His erection was making a tent of his silk boxer shorts and both of our chests were heaving.

Tentatively I reached forward, only to have him capture my wrists and give me a wicked smile. “I don’t think so Bella. I never gave you permission to touch me.” From behind him, he produced a silk scarf which he used to quickly bind my hands. My breath hitched and I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties.

I wasn’t sure where the items were coming from, but I was too turned on to care. He led me into the middle of his living room, where a rope was hanging from the beam that ran the span of his ceiling. Before I was completely aware of what was happening, I was standing on my toes, dangling from the beam, completely exposed to him.

He stood back and eyed me appreciatively. My panties and bra had been removed and I was completely naked, bound, and at his mercy. I moaned at the thought of what was to come. His hands ghosted over my body and I was desperate for the contact, for any kind of friction.

“Shhh,” he purred into my ear. “You can’t rush this Bella.” He gently placed the blindfold across my vision and secured it behind my head. My heart was pounding and my breathing was erratic. I still wasn’t afraid, but desperately anxious for whatever was coming next. Would he take a flogger to my bare ass? Would he drip hot wax over my naked flesh? The suspense was driving me wild.

I jumped in surprise as he clamped my nipples then moaned at the exquisite torture they provided. The pain was beautiful. My skin was tingling and humming in response to his hands as he pleasured me. Then he clamped my clit and I screamed out in pure bliss as I came. It was a powerful orgasm and it wracked my body. I was quivering and shaking already and we hadn’t even fucked.

His hot breath tickled my ear and I was vibrantly aware of his presence. “Do you know how amazing you look, bound before me, subject to my will?” He chuckled as I shuddered. “Are you going to be a good girl Bella?”

When I didn’t answer I heard a swishing sound before a paddle connected smartly with my ass. I screamed again and he moaned. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer. Are you going to behave?” His voice was gruff, and I knew he was aroused. All I could do was nod.

I lost all sense of time and place as he paddled and pleased me. I was incoherent, begging and pleading for the release I so urgently craved. I didn’t know how much more I could handle, but I was sure I was going to come apart at the seams. I felt him come up behind me and grip my hips firmly. He was panting now and I knew what was coming. I braced myself as he slammed into me, thrusting and pounding over and over while I screamed for more.

His arm came around me as he continued to thrust and he flicked my clit and gently tugged on the chain that was attached to the clamp. My world exploded. I couldn’t even make a sound as my orgasm hit leaving a wonderful destruction in its wake.

I knew right then and there what I wanted. I knew in my heart and in my mind what I was meant for. And from here on out, I would do whatever was in my power to become a submissive.