Private Vows
I was awakened in the morning by my bed bouncing. I reluctantly opened my eyes to find both Alice and Rose sitting on either side of me. They were both bouncing with excitement and the need to ask questions. I groaned and threw a pillow over my face.
“Do we have to do this now?” I muttered.
“Yes, now. It’s tradition. You can’t break tradition.” Rose and her no-nonsense voice penetrated the comfort of the pillow over my head. Then she yanked it away and got right in my face. “So spill.”
If one was smart, they knew not to mess with Rosalie. I was indeed smart.
“It was wonderful, okay? I’ve never been so touched in my life. It felt… I don’t know, exceptional? I just know it felt right, for me. Now can I go back to sleep?” I tried to grab my pillow back, but she was much quicker.
“No, no, no, if you think you’re getting off that easy…” Rose started but Alice
“Come on, Bells. You’ve got to give us more than that.” I should have expected Alice
I thought for a moment. The entire experience was so intimate. It was hard to pick just one moment. “He told me I belonged to him. I can’t even describe how that made me feel. It was so… exhilarating.”
The squealed in unison before Alice
“She’s right, Bella. You need to tell us.” Rose was smirking at me. The two of them combined were a force to be reckoned with.
“Fine. He, well, after the ceremony, at the party… we were standing in the corner…”
“Oh just spit it out,” Rose suggested
“He got me off while I was watching everything around me!” I blurted out before I lost my nerve.
They both stared at me, wide-eyed. Rose spoke first. “You mean like, public indecency?”
“I was naked.” Their mouths dropped slightly.
“I don’t know whether to be shocked as hell, or whether to weep tears of joy. Alice, our baby is growing up.” Rose wiped fake tears from her eye.
I was glad I was able to laugh about it with my friends; that they were so ready to accept me, no matter what. They love me for who I am inside.
“I think it’s great, Bella.” Alice
Rose was already conspiring with Alice
In no time, everyone was in and out of the house, going back and forth to my apartment, or off to the storage unit I had rented. This was such a huge step for me. I had gone from living with my parents, to living with roommates, living on my own, and now I was moving in with someone again.
Part of me wanted to mourn the loss of my independence, but the trade-off was so much more precious to me. Already, I wouldn’t give up what I had with Edward for the world. So for the time I was permitted, I would belong to Master Edward. God only knew what would be in store for me after that.
By the time the day was over, everything I owned had either been moved into Edward’s house or put into storage. My key had been turned in to the landlord, my address had been changed, phones and utilities were shut off. I was now a resident at Casa de Cullen, for better or worse.
It was much later, when everyone had fallen asleep at Edward’s again; I was sitting in the living room while HGTV played on the television. I looked around at the elegance that was Edward’s house as they showed how to copy expensive designs for pennies on the dollar. I didn’t think I would be needing tips like those while living here.
Edward’s space was immaculate, and not just clean. The simple lines and the rich colors against the nude fabric of the couch were the perfect touch. It was a comfortable look. It made you want to sit down and relax.
“I thought I might find you down here.” Edward’s voice broke through my examination.
I smiled up at him, “What makes you say that?”
“You don’t sleep well when there’s a lot going on in your head.” When my face scrunched up in confusion, he laughed. “You’ve been thinking hard all day, my pet. I can see it on your face. And I’ve been watching you, learning you.”
My skin hummed at his admission. His voice skimmed along the surface, leaving it tingling. The hair on my arms was standing up, I felt charged. “Is that so?”
He murmured his assent. “For example, did you know that when you think no one is looking, you are actually quite graceful? It’s when you have people’s attention that you lose your balance because your nerves kick in.” He was watching me intently.
“No. I didn’t know that.” My voice was a whisper. I was shocked that he had paid so much attention to me. Suddenly, I was nervous. I played with my fingers in my lap.
“And now I’ve made you nervous,” he chuckled. Then he ran his fingertip from my shoulder to my wrist and my whole body stilled. I had to change the subject, and fast, or else I was going to jump him.
“Thank you for letting my friends stay last night, and again tonight. It really means a lot to me that you’re being so welcoming.”
He brought my hand to his mouth and brushed his lips across the back. “This is your home now too, Isabella. I want you to feel comfortable here. I want your friends to feel as at home here as they would have at your apartment. Just not on Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday.” Then he winked.
I couldn’t stop the blush, but I nodded. “Just not on Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday.”
He smiled as he released my hand. “Speaking of Tuesday, we will be having our normal session on Tuesday, but I want to do something a little special as well.”
My eyes widened. “But what…” his finger pushed against my lips to silence me.
“No questions, little one. You’ll see on Tuesday.”
Monday dragged on incessantly. I thought it would never end. Edward was at the office all day and I was at home, acquainting myself with the house. I was almost tempted to ask Edward to draw me a map, but I knew it was just me being ridiculous.
After a few wrong turns, I was comfortable with the layout. There was a servant’s staircase leading from a back hallway into the kitchen that I found useful. It was near my room and would save me time getting to the kitchen. In fact, there were lots of little hidey holes and secret passages in Edward’s house.
When I found the swinging bookcase in the library I was reminded of that ridiculous movie, Clue. Secret passages, deadly secrets, and whodunits. I was delighted. As I was running around in the tunnels, I heard Edward come in the front door.
“Bella?” I covered my mouth to stifle my giggle. I was near the front sitting room, in the back wall. I could hear Edward moving around the first floor, and every once in a while I could hear him calling for me, but this was too amusing to me.
I heard the front door open again, then it closed and he called for me again. That time I couldn’t quite stop the snort that broke loose. I slapped my hand over my mouth, hoping he hadn’t heard me. It was quiet for a second before he called for me again. He was shuffling through the house, heading toward the back.
I tried to hurry back there, wanting to hear what he would do next, but I didn’t have a flashlight. I hadn’t thought to bring one with me when I had first come in here and then I had lost track of time. My back was to the wall and I was slowly inching my way back. I got to a corner and as I started to make my way around, something came out of the darkness and grabbed me.
I screamed. Loud. I was struggling against my captor and I was almost sure I had tears running down my face. I was so incredibly scared of whatever it could be. Between my sobs, I thought I heard laughter. Whoever grabbed me was laughing at me. Then they let me go and started laughing harder. And I knew who it was now. I knew that laugh.
“Edward! You scared the shit out of me!” I don’t know why I was whisper-yelling. There was no one else to hide our presence from.
“I wish I could have seen the look on your face.” He was still laughing and was starting to gasp for breath.
“Are you done now?” But no, he laughed again at my irritation. “See if I finish your dinner,” I mumbled darkly.
He chuckled once more before he carefully put his arm around my shoulder. “Aww, come on, love. It was funny. You don’t have to be like that.”
I just huffed and let him lead me to the nearest exit. When we came out in the dining area I tried to stalk away but Edward grabbed me again. He held me close to him as he laughed once more. Then he pulled me back and brushed his hand through my hair. “You have cobwebs in your hair.”
I looked up at his ridiculous smile and couldn’t help but give him one in return. “So do you,” I said as I ran my hand through his hair to dislodge them. His hand still on my hip tightened its grip as his eyes darkened. Then he released his hold and stepped back.
“So, what was this I heard about dinner?” He ran his hands through his hair, causing it to stick up in every which way.
I watched him for a moment, curious to his reaction then brushed it off. “We’re having lasagna and homemade bread.” Then I led him to the kitchen to make the finishing preparations.
When I woke up on Tuesday, Edward was already gone. He had informed me early on that he kept unusual hours at the hospital and not to worry about adjusting my schedule to him. I was grateful for that since I wasn’t particularly a morning person. I didn’t understand people that enjoyed getting up in the morning. I liked to burrow into my blankets for as long as possible.
There was a note for me, leaning against the coffee machine. It was from Edward, of course.
Isabella – I will be home late
from the hospital. Don’t wait on me
for dinner. Please be ready for me, in
the playroom at 8PM. Sharp.
And Isabella, wear the collar.
Only.
Edward
My skin flushed wondering what he had in store for me. I was already eager for the night to be here. I only had twelve hours to go.
As I counted down the hours and straightened out the house, I was struck by the memory of the last time I’d counted down the hours to Edward. It hadn’t really been that long ago, at all. Three and a half weeks. Less than a month. Life certainly could be strange.
Time. Dragged. On. Forever. I could swear that the minutes had turned into hours and the hours had turned into days. The sun rose and set several times in the sky before eight o’clock finally approached. When I had roughly 10 minutes to spare, I shed my clothing and made my way to the playroom, clad only in my robe.
When I entered the room, I placed my robe on the hook behind the door. I went to the center of the room and knelt on the mat. I spread my knees apart until they were shoulder width, sat back on my heels, and put my hands behind my neck. My head was tilted forward so that my eyes were cast to the ground. Then, I waited.
Not too long after, Master Edward came strolling into the room. He was clothed in black from head to toe. Black shoes, black pants, and a black shirt. The difference between the dark tone against his pale skin was stunning. Added to that was the rich bronze of his hair and he could take any woman’s breath away.
I trembled slightly before snapping myself back into position. It wouldn’t do to have Master displeased with me tonight, especially since he said tonight was going to be special. My stomach tightened at the thought. His voice broke me out of my haze.
“Come to me, Isabella.” His voice had deepened to the rich quality it only took on when he was in the role of Master. It made me quiver but I complied quickly, keeping my eyes down. When I reached him, I got to my knees before him. His fingers ran through my hair, stroking my scalp.
Do you remember, my pet, that I said I had something special for tonight?” I held position and didn’t speak a word. After a moment he stroked my hair again. “Very nice. You may speak, little one.”
“Yes, Master.” I said obediently.
“Good. I have something for you, Isabella.” I made a move to argue, but then I remembered my place. Especially in this room. He chuckled, knowing full well what almost happened. “Wise choice. Now, at the party I gave you my collar, but it was a traditional collar. It’s not something that I would ask you to wear on a regular basis, unless we are in this room.”
He took a box from a near table and came to stand in front of me. After opening the box, he revealed a necklace. It looked like a bunch of interwoven circles. “This,” he held up the necklace, “is your everyday collar.”
Then he gestured to the high padded stool to his right. “Climb up, my pet.” When he was sure I was up there safely, he pulled a key from his pocket. He walked behind me and unlocked my collar. I felt naked as soon as he took it off.
He set it on a table and my hands instinctively went to my throat. I heard his chuckle from behind me. “Don’t worry, love, it is still yours. You can keep it in your room and you will be expected to bring it with you to each of our sessions, but, for now this will do.”
He held the necklace in front of my face and my breath caught. I could see now that it was made up of interlinking circles, but they were three different colors of gold. Each size was a different color, the smallest being a dusky rose color. The bright yellow gold made up the middle size and white gold made up the largest size. In the center was a large emerald heart. It was roughly the size of a baby’s fist. The pendant around the heart was diamond encrusted. I didn’t want to even think about how much something like this could have cost.
I felt tears welling in my eyes as he made his way around me. He lifted my chin so he was looking me in the eye. I briefly noticed that at some point, he had removed his shirt. Before I could dwell on it, his eyes had captured mine. “I asked you the other night, Isabella, if you would wear my collar. I ask you once more, right now, just us. Will you wear my collar?”
A few tears spilled over and trailed down my hot cheeks. I held his gaze and nodded, but didn’t speak. He smirked at me and leaned down to kiss my forehead. “You may speak.”
“Yes, Master. Yes, I will wear your collar.” His smile made his eyes bright as he fastened the collar around my neck.
“Do you know what this means now? What my responsibility to you is now?” I shook my head, I didn’t fully understand. I knew what was expected of me, but not completely what was expected of him. He brushed his hand over my cheek. He took my right hand in his as he held my gaze. “Here is my creed:
“Above all else he cherishes his slave, in the knowledge that the gift she gives him is the greatest gift of all. He is demanding and takes full advantage of the power given to him, but knows how to share the pleasure that comes from that precious gift.” He kissed the palm of my hand before releasing it and taking the other one.
“He is in control of himself first and foremost, so that he may control others. As a stern and demanding Master, he can cause his slave to cry real tears. As the consummate lover, he will then kiss the tears away, without stepping out of character.” He kissed my left palm. His eyes steadily held mine and he spoke.
He ran his hands up my arms and caressed my collarbone. “In times of trouble, a Master will leave the roles behind, to be a supportive friend and partner, never forgetting that this is still a loving relationship between two caring individuals. He is quick to understand the differences between fantasy and reality. He would never ask a slave to put him before her career, or family, just to satisfy his own pleasure.” His head dipped forward and he kissed right above my right breast. I could feel the silk of his hair under my chin.
“To win his slave’s mind, body, spirit, soul, and love, he knows he must first win her trust. He will show his slave humor, kindness, and warmth. He must always show her that his guidance and tutoring is knowledgeable and deserving of her attention, that this is a man she can learn from, and trust his direction.” His lips lingered briefly on the skin over my left breast, right over my heart. I could feel it pounding in response to him.
He got down on his knees and trailed his hands over my torso. “He is romantic enough to be protective and chivalrous. When called upon, he will fight for his lady’s honor. He proves to her that he is someone she can lean on, and depend on.” His eyes held mine as he leaned forward, then I lost his gaze when he swooped in and kissed my pubic bone. I was openly trembling and my breathing was unsteady.
He stood and walked around behind me, trailing his fingers over my skin. They felt so cool and my skin felt so hot. “When it comes time to teach his slave her lessons of obedience, he is a strong and unyielding professor. He will accept no flaw, nothing less than perfection from his student. Never does he use discipline without a good reason. When he does it is always with a knowledgeable and careful hand.” He brushed his lips over the back of my right shoulder.
“He is always open to communication and discussion, always ready to hear her wants and needs. He is patient, taking time to learn her limits, and knowing that as her trust of him grows, so will they. He never has to demand ritual behavior by her. She responds to him out of the want of pleasing him. Compliance comes from the wanting to please, not the fear of punishment. He understands the fragile nature of mind and body and never violates the trust given to him.” His lips brushed across the expanse of my back, stopping for a moment between my shoulder blades, before he gave a small peck on my left shoulder.
His voice was lower by now, and he was whispering in my ear, “He is secure enough to laugh at himself and the absurdities of life. Open-minded enough to learn new things. Strong enough to grow. His tools are his mind, body, spirit, soul, and love. He understands that each partner gains most from pleasuring the other. And both of them know that love and trust are the only bindings that truly hold.” His lips rested on the back of my neck and lingered over the clasp of my newly acquired collar. His hands were on my shoulders, bracing me.
He walked around and looked me in my eye. “Damn if I don’t like the way this collar looks on you too.” Tears continued to spill down my face as he brushed my cheek with his fingertip. I felt so cherished. Then his lips brushed my brow. “You may speak if you wish, little one.”
I took a deep breath, but my voice still cracked. “Thank you, Master.” Then I leaned forward and kissed him over his heart.
He took a step back before he cleared his throat. “Yes. You’re welcome.” Then he turned and walked over to another part of the room. His voice had no problem carrying through the room though. “I want to try something new with you, little one. Come here.”
I carefully made my way down off the stool and walked over to where Master Edward was standing. I stood in front of him and waited for direction. “Tonight, love, we are going to test your control.” He led me to the padded whipping horse and helped me up.
When he had my wrists and ankles bound to the horse, he came and stood in front of me. “As much as I love your sounds, pet, tonight I am going to gag you.” He took the ball gag from a nearby shelf and popped it in my mouth. When the straps were fastened around my head he pulled them gently to make sure they were secure and that they weren’t too tight.
“You won’t be able to speak, so if you feel the need to safe word, I want you to open and close your hands. Nod if you understand me.” I nodded in agreement. He walked around the horse before shaking his head. “No, this won’t work.” Then he unfastened me. I stood where he put me and waited for him to decide what he was going to do.
A wicked grin crossed his face and he came over and took my hand. I was a little nervous as to what he had in mind, but decided to put my faith in him. He led me to a new piece that I hadn’t seen before. It had cushioned benches for my knees, a padded area for my torso, there was a padded headrest with a hole cutout so I could breath, and a bar for my hands.
He stood beside it and helped me climb on. When he was sure I was comfortable, he gathered some rope and began to bind me. The knots were crisscrossing over my limbs, binding them down. When he was done, I wasn’t able to move enough to escape.
“Wiggle your fingers and toes, Isabella.” He walked around me, checking the temperature of my digits as I wiggled them. When he was satisfied that my circulation was good, he walked around behind me.
I could feel him probing my wetness with his fingers and I bit back my moan. He leaned over me, so his mouth was right by my ear. I could feel his lips brushing the outer shell. “You are not permitted to come, nod if you understand.” I nodded as best I could into the padded headrest.
Then I felt something thick and firm being pushed into me. I tensed, but he gently ran his hands over my hips and the curve of my ass to calm me down. When I was relaxed again, he turned the vibrator on the lowest setting. I thrashed my head about and ground my hips into the table, seeking more friction.
A sharp crack on my left ass cheek brought me up short. “Stop that. Hold still, now. I didn’t tell you that you could get off, or try to get off.”
I was nervous now. I knew he was going to punish me somehow. I just didn’t know how.
Before I could register what was happening, something small and hard was inserted into my ass. It stretched me and pushed against the vibrator buzzing away lowly. The sensation was almost too much. My breathing changed once more and I thought my eyes were crossing.
Master Edward leaned down so he was at my ear once more. “I was going to permit your release when I was finished with you, now I am not.” I could hear the smile in his voice, he sounded entirely too pleased with himself. “Do not, under any circumstances, come.” Then the anal toy started buzzing too. I screamed through the gag and tried desperately to center myself.
I never heard the whistling sound, never felt the displacement of air. What I did hear was the sharp crack as the whip hit the bare flesh of my bottom. What I did feel was the searing pain it brought followed by a soothing burn. Even after the first one, I wasn’t prepared for the second one either.
I lost count of how many times Master Edward whipped me, but each time the whip would strike a different part of my flesh. I could hear him moving around, trying to figure out what angle to strike at. Each stroke was perfectly placed too, even the one that barely brushed my throbbing clit.
I was losing it, fast. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. Neither toy was vibrating at a level high enough to grant me release, but each was thoroughly successful at causing the constant dull ache of desire that was lodged in the pit of my stomach. I was afraid to shift position though; any friction at this point might be my undoing.
Then the whipping stopped. The buzzing stopped too. The toys were removed and placed to the side. I could hear my breathing, shallow and hard. There were tears running down my cheeks, not from pain, but from intense pleasure and the ache that denial was causing me. I needed to come.
I could feel his cool hands rubbing my hot flesh. I could feel the blood, burning just under the surface. Master Edward took his time unbinding me, careful not to chafe my skin. When each limb was untied, he would rub vigorously to make sure the circulation was reinstated properly. The ball gag came out last. My cheeks hurt from my mouth being open so long and I had to wiggle my jaw around to ease the discomfort.
Once I was free, he carried me over to a massage table and laid me down on my stomach. He gently massaged my skin and applied some kind of ointment. The burn immediately receded on my bottom and my wrists and ankles didn’t sting anymore either. Even with his expert knots, I had somehow rubbed against the ropes anyway.
The whole time, I could faintly register his voice. He was softly crooning to me, telling me I had done well. His lips would trail over my skin as he rubbed any and all tension out of my body. I could feel the darkness creeping in on my vision. I felt like I was coming down from an incredible high.
My heart was still racing and I was still breathing rapidly, but my body was frantically trying to rest. When I had done my research, I read about the emotional crash that a submissive can have. The intensity of the scene wears down on you, and you can only handle that level of emotion for so long. Now I understood why they called it crashing. I felt lethargic and my bones felt like putty.
I could feel the sleep trying to consume me. I didn’t want to succumb just yet, so I focused on the feel of his hands rubbing away the soreness. I focused on his voice crooning to me, on everything that was Master Edward. The way his muscles flexed when he lifted me off the table to gently set me on my feet. The way his arm felt as he guided me to my room. The way his lips felt as they brushed across my forehead.
When I caught a whiff of his scent, my libido violently reminded me that I had not been permitted to come. Everything was throbbing and suddenly uncomfortable now that Edward’s hands were no longer touching my skin. His touch was so incredibly erotic it had made my arousal rise that much higher.
I tossed and turned in my sleep, trying to find some way that I could to get comfortable. Nothing I did would ease the throbbing and the aching pulse that was rushing through my girly bits. In fact, each shift I made only intensified the need to come.
I glanced at the door through the darkness. There was no light coming from underneath and Edward’s room was down at the other end of the hallway. I weighed my options before flopping over onto my back. I shifted my bottom so that my pelvis was tilted slightly. I cast another quick glance at the door. Nothing.
With extreme care, I trailed my finger down the front of my body and to the edge of my lacy panties. I only pondered it for a moment before I plunged my hand inside and began to rhythmically stroke my aching clit. It was only a very few strokes before my orgasm finally crashed through me leaving me feeling sated. Finally, I succumbed to sleep.
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