Authors Note: I hope you enjoy this new chapter of Bella's story. Please feel free to leave comments. They mean a lot to me as an amateur writer. Thank you to Mrs Wolf for her proofreading skills.
Bella woke curled in a ball on a small bed in the corner of the large open-plan warehouse apartment. She could see Sire lounging on a leather sofa nearby tapping at an iPad, and she got up gingerly stretching long unused muscles that had been given a work out the night before. She looked around the sunlit space and marvelled at how well it had been designed. It had all but been cast in shadows last night so she had not truly been able to take in the vastness of a home without walls. Unsure if she should ask permission to move she sat quietly waiting to be noticed.
Eventually, desperate to go to the bathroom, she quietly spoke up, "Good morning, Sire. May I use the bathroom please?"
"Good you're awake, get over here and suck my cock first, it's been missing the attention of your cock-sucking little mouth for over an hour this morning," Sire replied,, "and these pictures I took of you last night have not helped my patience while you slept." He held the iPad toward her so she could see her own teary eyes above widely stretched lips as she sucked his cock the night before.
Bella crawled to him, trying to remember the few rules he had imposed on her the night before and knelt up before him. He had remained as naked as she from their exertions the night before, and she lowered her head unimpeded to his cock and kissed it almost reverently before running her tongue up and down it length. Kneeling up in a better position, she wrapped a small hand around his cock and rolled her tongue around the head.
"No hands," he murmured, and she obediently pulled her hands behind her back widening her mouth to stretch her lips over the wideness of his cock. Her tongue fluttered and rolled as her mouth adjusted to the size, she felt his hands tangle in her hair as she began to bob her head slowly up and down taking more of him into her mouth.
His hands tightened more as he guided her to the tempo he liked, for even though his cock was wide it was not overly long, and she took him all without fully choking. Her gagging and gurgling seemed to spur him on, and he began to thrust up with his hips as he pushed her mouth down. He did not last long and after only a few more minutes he came noisily, grunting as he thrust up into her jerkily. She gurgled and swallowed lifting her head slowly as he released her hair making sure she left no cum on him.
"Oh yeah, that was worth the wait, you may go to the bathroom now," Sire smiled and stood leading the way and she crawled after him. He sat her on the toilet toward the back of the seat leaving a small amount of room between her wide spread legs and the front of the seat. He stared down at her, "Well piss if you need to so badly," he growled.
Bella closed her eyes and willed her bladder to relax, she had just started peeing when she squeaked in surprise, her eyes flaring open to find that Sire too was peeing at the same time splashing his yellow stream all over her cunt as he did so. When he was done he held his cock to her mouth, "Clean my cock," he commanded.
Unbelieving of the request and her own willingness to obey she parted her lips slowly and took the now spongy head between her lips sucking and jerking in shock as he gave her one last squirt of hot piss across her tongue. "Swallow it, piss is sterile, it will do you no harm," he chuckled as he could see her waiver between obedience and revulsion, but she swallowed. "Good girl," he petted her hair, "Now shower, you smell like a ten dollar hooker on a busy night," he continued to chuckle at her deep blushes of humiliation.
"Yes, Sire," she replied automatically.
He left her then, and she dove into the shower scrubbing her body and gargling with the hot steamy water to rid her mouth of the taste of urine. She emerged from the bathroom feeling fresh and relaxed, the hot water having worked wonders on her aching muscles. He called out from a section of the space about halfway down and smiled as she approached.
"Sit and eat. You are too skinny as everyone says, and I am under strict instructions to feed you well," he laughed and took a seat himself. He had made pancakes and bacon and eggs and a mountain of toast. "Luckily I always do a big shop when I arrive home from a trip," he laughed.
Bella found that just like the dinner of the night before, she was hungry and ate happily. She wasn't sure if it was the workout he had given her the night before or just the new sense of direction she had in her life, but she didn't question it and ate knowing she was being watched.
"Is there any reason this meeting has to happen at the club?" Sire asked.
"I think Master Rob just wanted me there to change before going into the company; it is a business meeting," she answered truthfully.
"Okay, I guess I should let you get dressed for the meeting," he chuckled, "We can pick up a few other things from your place. I take it you have an apartment there?"
"Yes Sire," she smiled caught up by his humour.
"Keep eating, I am gonna give Kurt a call. See if we can't change the venue slightly," he grinned.
Bella continued to eat, but she could hear the loud conversation as Sire's temper flared and she cringed a little. He came back frowning at her and sat heavily lost in thought for a moment. Coming back suddenly from his thoughts, he looked at her, "Over-protective fuckers aren't they? No wonder you needed to escape." He reached out and took her hand in an act of tenderness and understanding. "I will be here when you get back from this business meeting of yours. Go get dressed now, little one," he prompted her.
"Yes, Sire," she said softly, confused by what had occurred.
He cleaned up the debris from the big breakfast, watching her from his vantage point of being tall enough to see over or past any furniture between them. She was a beautiful young woman, submissive and obedient despite her lack of training. There was more to her than met the eye though, and he decided he needed to find out the full details of Mel's death and her part in it. The way Kurt and Rob were reacting to her request it would seem as if they did not trust her judgment as to what she wanted or needed in her life, and he knew just who could give him the answers he wanted, if he could find her.
Sire pulled on his old worn leathers and his jacket, took out a smaller one he had for occasions such as this and offered it to Bella who looked as sexy as she had the night before, more so even as he now knew of the delights of using the small delicious body. The jacket, though small, was still several sizes too big, but she rolled the cuffs up, and they left to return to her apartment. On the ride, he asked her about her job in the company and the people she worked with. He was pleased to hear Dorothea was her PA and asked if she would be at the meeting today. He smiled to himself as Bella explained exactly where he could find Dorothea.
Parking outside the main doors again Sire escorted her up to her apartment. He immediately and with a sense of urgency went through her wardrobe throwing several outfits onto her bed. "Those you will pack along with any personal things you might want to have for the remainder of the week. Anything else we need we will get along the way, you won't be coming back here until we are done with your training," he looked at her as she stood tilting her head and chewing her lip in thought. He walked to her and lifted her chin so that their eyes met.
"They will ask you again if this training is what you want," he said seriously, "Be very sure before answering because I will not treat you as a fragile china doll. I will enjoy every moment of your submission, my way, no compromises or special treatment, hard and rough and demanding just like me." He saw a hint of a smile and knew that was what she needed to hear. Now he just had to find out what the hell had been going on for the last six months.
Bella felt a sense of relief. She had worried at his change of mood after the call to Kurt and thought perhaps that he had not wanted to train her any further. She was anxious that she would be bundled away again to endure the agonising half-life of pity and loss she had been living. There were similarities to Mel in the man holding her gaze, but there were also a lot of differences and that made it exciting in its own way. He had been chosen because Rob trusted him with her submission, and strangely after all that Mel went through to win her trust, Rob's endorsement was enough for Bella for now.
"Yes, Sire," She replied finally, "I would very much like to stay with you for another week." He chuckled and bent to kiss her deeply smacking her ass as he did so eliciting a squeak which made him chuckle more.
"Good, now this meeting," he turned back to her wardrobe, "You will need something sexy. Something that says you are a confident young business woman, who knows her own mind." He began holding up her suits and discarding them one by one. "Finally," he breathed. He held up a short fitted tunic style dress in navy blue. He went to her underwear drawer, "As much as it pains me," he held out a pair of sheer lace panties and a pair of flesh-coloured thigh high stockings with elasticated lace cuff on the top. He watched her as she dressed, passing her high heeled blue pumps to match.
"Hair up and just a hint of make-up," he ordered and began to pack the things he had thrown to the bed into a bag. "Personal things?" Sire asked as the went to zip up the bag, and she went into the bathroom to grab her toothbrush remembering this morning's new taste. She also packed some of her make-up and hair ties along with one photograph. A happy looking family photo of herself and her parents taken at their anniversary party. Mel was not in it, but Bella remembered who had held the camera and smiled as she looked at it before handing it him to pack.
"Tinkerbelle, huh? It suits you," Sire chuckled. He picked up the bag and the jacket she had worn earlier for the bike ride. "Best get you to Rob then."
They traveled down the lifts to the club and walked through the foyer ignoring all of the greetings as he guided her into the den. Sire wasted no time on pleasantries in what he saw as a pretentious club.
"I don't know what you are playing at here, Rob. It's her life, her submission, her gift and to borrow the words of our brother Jack, if you hold her reigns too tight she is gonna bite you and bolt," he turned and handed Bella her phone, "My number is there when this over, I will come get you anytime you wish, just call and tell me where."
"If, for some inexplicable reason, you do not call tonight," he levelled a steely gaze at Rob, "I will return your bag to the foyer here tomorrow." He walked to the door turning back for one last parting shot, "Don't make her bite you Rob, because you will never get her back."
"You should have told him," Stephen said from the other end of the room making Bella jump, "Just like you should tell the stake-holders." Stephen seemed angry and Bella realised she had been a part of an argument without even knowing it. She stood stock still trying to work out what had just happened.
Rob went to Bella and swooped her up, noticing her mind working over the problems at hand, by the way she chewed so thoroughly on her bottom lip. He sat in a large comfortable chair and held her in his lap before kissing her forehead and smiling.
