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A Re-cap chapter 16:

As promised we arrived an hour after the Dom/sub party at Diana's started. With Bella in perfect submissive mode, she walked in with her chocolate, doe eyes down, looking immaculate in the black, sequin mini dress. Alice's choice was right on the money of how I wanted her to look. The dress showed just enough to entice and flatter, without revealing what's mine.

"Edward, Bella, how nice to see you tonight," Diana welcomed us with a genuine smile gracing her lips.

"Thank you for the invitation." Isabella blushed as I patted her hand she had draped over my arm.

My mood suddenly shifted when the door shut, wafting the one scent, I didn't want to smell, our way. Vampire. Scanning the room, I tried to figure out where it came from. It wasn't anyone I'd ever smelled before.

Be My Sub

Chapter 17

"Fuck," I hissed too low for anyone else to hear.

"Relax, Edward. We're not here to eat your precious submissive. No need to worry. I'm the one who helped Esme with the playroom," a voice too soft to be heard by any human hummed. "Perhaps Jasper had told you about me? We fought together until ..."

"Peter."

"Good. He did tell you. Jasper and Esme thought I may be able to shed some light on your confusion. Join us in the dining room."

"Your sub is here?"

"She'd be the only other vampire in the house." He laughed.

"If you'll excuse us, Diane? I thought I saw someone I know going into the dining room." I nodded, guiding Bella closer to the voice.

"Of course. We'll be seeing you throughout the evening. Please enjoy the party," Diane murmured, walking away.

It wasn't until Diane moved away did I notice the second scent. That was unusual. Normally I had no problem deciphering the difference in the lives of different vampires all, or humans for that matter. Maybe it was all the time I'd been spending with Bella. Her scent seemed to overpower everyone else's.

Leaning in, I whispered, "Isabella, my instructions were clear: you're not to leave my side, unless I tell you otherwise."

"Yes, Master," she practically purred.

Bella didn't really need a reminder; it was more of a warning to the vampires who were awaiting us. That was one thing Isabella knew: not to disobey. One spanking had taught her that.

Strolling up like it was just yesterday since I'd seen him; I approached the honey-brown haired vampire with burgundy eyes. "Peter, it's nice to see you again," I lied.

"Yes, same here. How did you like the playroom? Esme said it was a gift to you and your stunning sub." He nodded toward Isabella.

"We did, thank you. Isabella, say hello."

Without looking up, she did as I asked. "Good evening, Sir."

"This is Charlotte, my submissive. Charlotte, greet Edward. He is Esme's son and Jasper's brother." From his thoughts, I knew he found it funny how we lived as a family.

"Hello, Sir. It's a pleasure," The blonde vampire with equally red eyes purred, keeping her eyes trained toward the floor.

"Why don't we take a walk outside? The garden is lovely." Peter waved for us to follow him.

Isabella trailed me as she always did. Her natural submissive ways shined through. At least they weren't thinking of draining her.

"Why don't we let them sit and chat on the bench while we talk over there?" Peter pointed to a wall of blood-red rose bushes.

"Isabella, while I am talking to Peter, feel free to talk to Charlotte. I won't be long."

She did as I asked and sat with Charlotte on the gray, marble bench. It was Charlotte who started speaking first asking about how we met.

I was more interested in what Peter had to say, so I joined him where he stood.

"Esme says you're worried about turning her. Why is that?"

"She won't be my submissive anymore once I do."

He laughed. "Why is that? Do you think there is a cure for who we are?"

"What do you mean?" I hissed.

Shaking his head, he sighed. "Edward, submissiveness doesn't come from being physically inferior to us as Doms. Lord knows they hold the power. With one uttered word everything comes to an abrupt end. She'll still be your submissive, just … a little less breakable."

"How would I bind her? I won't be able to, and you know it," I argued in a hushed voice.

"With your words for one. " When she wakes into our world, yes, she'll be temporarily physically stronger; however, in her mind, she'll still feel the need to have you dominate her. I'm sure she's said this to you."

"I haven't told her. I've been waiting for the right time."

"Carlisle says she's your singer. How much longer do you really think you have before you drain her?"

"I'm controlling my thirst just fine," I growled.

"For now. It will only take one paper cut to push you over the edge; then it will be too late to stop you."

The fear hidden deep in my chest swelled. He was right. It wouldn't take much to push me over the boundary.

Peter continued, "Jasper hasn't told you about Charlotte and I?"

"No. He never mentioned knowing anyone who lived the lifestyle. In fact, I thought he couldn't stand it."

"I met Charlotte when I served Maria. I disobeyed a direct order to kill her." He shook his head. "The best I can figure is Maria knew I'd taken Charlotte on as a submissive. That didn't bode well with her. One thing about that feral woman, she had to control everything. The thought of one of her warriors bowing to another infuriated Maria. Jasper helped us escape. He joined us for a while before splitting off on his own; he didn't agree with our lifestyle, but he never judged it."

"I don't see how this is of any help to me or my situation."

"I was getting to that. So, like I was saying, that's why Jasper and Esme called me to help. Charlotte can hold her own in a fight, but with one command, she'll drop to her knees before me. You see — the need to be controlled — it is integrated within a submissive's mind. Just as it is with any Dom, it's just who we are. If you think Isabella is the perfect sub now, wait until you see her as a vampire."

"I won't deny that I'm selfish. The thought of ending her life and damning her soul is what stops me from doing it today," I confessed.

Peter's expression sobered. "Then tell her, explain it and let her decide. You're her Dom; however, this is not your fight. Isabella needs to decide, and you have to grant her that."

"That's where you're wrong," I growled. "She'll miss too much. Isabella was too young."

Quirking his lips into a smirk, he shook his head. "If she's old enough to decide to be a submissive, she's old enough to decide how to live the rest of her life. Your job as her Dom is to give her everything she needs, what if this is what she needs?"

Raking my hands through my hair, I had to wonder: was I really denying her something she needed? "I'll think about it. She should be starting her cycle tomorrow. I don't see her as long as she's bleeding, so that will buy me a few days of hunting and time deciding what to do next."

"See that you do." He looked pointedly at me. "When you took her on, you had to know there was a possibility that she'd need you to change her. And, whatever you do, don't let the Volturi find out about Bella being human. Caius doesn't like human submissives. He feels they are likely to reveal our secret. That's not to say he hasn't had a few, his thinking is: you terminate them as quickly possible."

"So, he's had human subs in the past?"

"You could say that. It's more like he plays with them until they break."

The venom in my stomach churn as the words washed over me. Peter remembered a scene he'd been invited to watch, playing it out for me to see. Sadist didn't quite cover the treatment of the sub. It ended savagely when Caius drained her during his release. He discarded the body with no regard. How could anyone do that? To a human no less?

My focus drifted to Bella on the bench. I couldn't let that happen to her. She needed me to protect her, and if need be, turn her. The decision was made. I couldn't fight it anymore. Suddenly, the urge to be closer to Isabella coursed through my body.

Nodding sharply, I acknowledged the hidden meaning. "We should get back and join the party. We wouldn't want to be rude."

"Of course. And, Edward, please feel free to call me if there is anything I can help you with." He whispered as we made our way back to the ladies.

Isabella slowly rose with her focus trained on the ground. She placed her hand on my arm when I extended it. "Shall we?"

"Anything you wish, Master," she hummed in a sultry tone.

She had no idea what that did to my body. Just the word Master had my cock hardening.

Together, we followed Peter and Charlotte back inside. This was promising to be a long night.

Everyone had gathered in the living room to watch a technique display on floggers. The tall, redheaded Domme started with a simple downward strike and gradually worked her way up to a figure eight stroke. Her bound blond-haired submissive remained silent behind his ball gag; though in his thoughts, he was nearly incoherent from the pleasure she was inducing.

I knew the answer before I whispered in her ear, "Isabella, is this exciting you?" I could smell it radiating off of her.

"Yes, Master," she answered, then thought, 'It has been over a week since we've done anything other than just vanilla.'

Bella was correct. After confessing our love to one another, we had only partaken in vanilla sex. Wrapping my hand around her waist, I pulled her back against my chest. Her attention never left the pair in the center of the room.

"I know you're disappointed, but we needed the vanilla time for us to bond as a couple. Tonight I have to leave to work for a few days out of town." My fingers danced down her arm. "When I get back, we'll resume our regular lifestyle and merge in vanilla love making when the mood or need arises."

She wistfully sighed. "I look forward to it, Master."

"As do I, Isabella. We have a lot of playing to make up for. I expect you to be ready for me. My trip should be ending right around the same time your cycle will. I'll make sure to bring you home a new toy as a treat for your good behavior." Her flesh shivered as I ran the pad of my thumb along her shoulder.

Isabella tensed when the scene came to an end. Luckily, Diana stepped into the center of the room and called up another couple to display the many uses of clamps. That only served to excite her again. I made a mental note: buy more clamps.

I had been right in my assumption: it was a long night. By the time party ended, all I could think about was burying myself in Isabella's tight walls.

Diana rushed up just as we reached the door. "Edward, please take this." She held up a white gift bag with white tissue sticking out of the top. "At the end of every party, I like to make it a parting gift. Yours and Peter's were specially designed by my father. Someday I will tell you all about it. Until then just enjoy them."

"Thank you for such an enlightening evening. Hopefully, we will be able to attempt another one soon. Is that right, Isabella?"

"It would be my pleasure, Master. Thank you for inviting us."

"It would be my honor to have you both back again." With that she turned and walked to another couple who were leaving as well.

Playing it cool, I led Isabella into the back of a limo. The aching in my pants needed to be correct before I went hunting. I opened the bag to find a pair of handcuffs nestled in the paper. I didn't recognize the metal makeup, but at this point it was irrelevant. Unable to wait until we got home, I pulled Isabella to sit on my lap. Even with the glass separation, I knew the driver might possibly get a glimpse at what I was about to do. Not that it mattered to me, I would be getting what I wanted.

"Straddle me. I want you here and now."

"As you wish, Master." She moved into place thinking, 'Oh, this is going to be fun.'

Once she was seated, I pulled her arms behind her back and locked the handcuffs into place. Her breaths were already coming out in slight pants. Tapping her chin, I directed her to look up. A desire burned in her eyes as she gazed up to peek at me. My hands slid under her black, sequined mini-dress, caressing her thighs as I moved them upward, tearing off her lacy thong.

Nuzzling my face in the valley of her breasts, I ordered, "Don't utter a peep."

I kissed my way up to her neck and checked to see if Riley was watching us. A grin stretched across my lips when I saw him peeking at us in the rearview mirror before shooting his attention back to the road. Reaching between us, I undid my pants and released my throbbing shaft.

"You like me taking you when we can be caught," I purred.

Isabella's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of me lining up my cock with her core. With a slight thrust, I plummeted into her molten center. Her mouth dropped opened, but she never said a word.

"That's my girl," I cooed, as I began to set the perfect pace.

Gripping her hips, I orchestrated her movements. I couldn't deny that knowing Riley was sneaking glances made the experience even more erotic. Isabella threw her head back, gasping for air. I could tell she was barely holding on.

"Not, yet, Isabella. Wait for my order."

My thrusts moved out of sync. Isabella arched her back, giving me the opening to pull her covered nipple between my lips. Applying just enough pressure had her walls quivering. I was too close to the precipice to stop.

I ran my fingers over her swollen nub, giving it the one last thing to guarantee she'd join me. "Now, Isabella. Come for me," I grunted lowly.

Her body thrashed in my arms as her climax overtook her, and it had Isabella milking mine from me in the process. Each stream released was mind-blowing. Dropping her head to my shoulder, she whimpered out each of the last few thrusts. I ran my nose up her neck savoring the delicious aroma that was uniquely her. Relief washed over me as I held her, knowing I managed not to kill her yet again.

"I love you, Bella," I whispered, signaling the end of the scene.

"I love you, too, Edward."

An hour later the limo pulled up in front of the cottage. Of course, I waked her to the door and ensured she was safely inside before having the limo drop me off at the Forks home. Isabella was expected to have her belongings packed when I arrived back to move them. Not really wanting company, I headed into the woods the moment Riley pulled away.

I was beyond furious when Isabella hadn't answered her phone for three days, so as soon as the sun went in on the forth day, I rushed over to the cottage to find out why she was avoiding me. No one in the family was home when I'd arrived back to see if they'd heard from her.

After the prolonged hunting trip, I wanted nothing more than to be with her. Not just in the sexual way, but in every way. I hopped into the Volvo and sped toward Seattle. Someone would give me answers or die.

Checking from the tree line, I listened for any sign of her. There was no heartbeat, no movements of any kind. The house was eerily silent. What I didn't expect was the repugnant smell of mutt that greeted me when I moved closer. My nose burned from the potency. Snapping the door right off the hinges, I flew into the cottage.

It was trashed, everything had been broken and scattered across the kitchen and living room, and there on the floor was a massive puddle of blood. Something horrific happened there. There was no Isabella and her collar was sitting in the middle of the blood pool. With shaking hands, I pulled it out and clutched in my hand. I felt like my world was spinning out of control.

A/N

So let the bashing begin. Yes I know it took me forever to update. With the current witchhunt on FF you can also find me on TWCS and Archive Of Our Own. Same penname.

I've been trying to get more done but I won't lie. Writing to publish and starting my own publishing house with 2 other authors (butterflybetty and busymommy) has taken a lot of time to get them all up and running. Renaissance Romance Publishing has just celebrated its 1 year anniversary. (Throws confetti)

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Parasouls ~ Divine intervention is a sci-fi about a species living amongst humans. It's my favorite I've written to date. I've also just released a novella named Changes of the Heart (The Candy Collection). There are now 4 books in my Mocked by . . . series. So there you have it. I'll hopefully be updating more now that I've reached the point where I had saved chapters. See you on the flipside.

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