CBWR? Chapter 12

A couple people reminded me where I had likely heard the "If you wish" and "only if you wish" bit before – it's from the Claiming of Sleeping Beauty.

For some idiotic reason I thought about the Tootsie Pop commercial with the owl.

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Chapter 12

My heart was pounding in my chest, apparently trying to see if there was some way to pump even more blood into my dick. I was pretty sure it was full, but didn't really have the opportunity to dwell on the subject. She rose up and swung her leg around so she was on her knees beside me, glanced quickly to my eyes, and then focused on my stomach. Her hand reached out, and she touched me lightly with her fingers at the top of my abdomen, then slowly moved down, following the thin line of hair in the center of my stomach until she reached the top of my lounge pants.

She tucked her thumbs into the elastic of the pants and pulled the up and over my erection, then down my legs and off. She knelt next to my hip and looked down at my cock, then glanced up to my eyes, and then down again.

She used the pads of her fingers to stroke me from tip to base, and I had to stop the moan trying to force its way out of my mouth. I felt like some adolescent kid with his first girlfriend trying to keep from coming all over her hand. And I had jerked off less than an hour ago! When she wrapped her little fingers around the base, and I saw they weren't even close to getting all the way around me, I just about saw stars.

Using her hand to hold my dick in place, she leaned over and ran her tongue all around the tip, then flicked it across the very edge, collecting whatever precum was already gathered there. I held my breath as she reached out with her tongue and licked from tip to base down one side, then back up the other. Then she wrapped her lips around the end of my shaft and I threw my head back against the pillow, shutting my eyes and letting out the moan that had been trying to escape since the first time her fingers met with my skin.

There was no doubt she had been taught some techniques. She sucked half of me into her mouth, then raised back up and licked around the tip like she thought it was a fucking lollipop, then wrapped her lips around me again, increasing the suction before coming back up for another lollipop lick. For some idiotic reason I thought about the Tootsie Pop commercial with the owl.

I wondered if she was prepared for when she licked enough to get to the center?

I tossed my arm over my eyes and just concentrated on the sensation, because this was it. This was exactly what I wanted, and I was finally getting it. My cock in Bella's mouth, and she wasn't going to stop until I wanted her to stop. She also wasn't going to just do it once – she was mine, and she wasn't going anywhere. I felt my shoulders relax into the mattress at the thought.

I felt her taking me in a little deeper, and the end of my cock bumped up against the back of her throat. She backed off, then pushed her head farther over me again. I both heard and felt her gag, but she didn't stop. She pushed herself down again, and gagged again.

"Bella…?"

When I looked down my body, I could see her on her knees beside me with her hair pushed back behind her shoulders so it would stay out of the way, bent over with my cock in her mouth. The sight of her was almost enough to make me explode if I hadn't been confused at the same time. She had more than half of my cock in her mouth, but she kept trying to push herself down father. She'd gag, wince, then do it again.

"Bella?" I repeated when she didn't look up at me. "Bella, stop!"

She release me from her mouth and looked up to me, her fear once again evident.

"I can do it," she insisted. "I've practiced and I know I can…please…you're just bigger than him. Please, give me another chance, Master. I will make you feel good, I swear I will…"

I stared at her with an open mouth, totally flabbergasted, while she didn't wait for any response, but dropped her mouth back over my cock until she gagged herself again.

"Bella! Stop it!" I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her off of me. As I lay back, I pulled her along with me until she was lying with her head across my chest. "I don't want you to hurt yourself – shit!"

"I'll get better," she promised as she wrapped her hands up around my shoulders. "I promise, Master – I just need to practice…please, let me try again."

"Bella, you don't have to do that," I said, shaking my head.

"I want to be good for you," she said again. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading. "I'll learn to be perfect for you. I know you want this…"

"What do you mean, you know?" I questioned.

"He…he told me you did." She looked away again, and I could see her blinking rapidly.

"You told you?"

"Master Aro," she replied quietly.

Some of the conversation we had the prior month about what I wanted in a slave came back to me, and I tried to figure out just what he might have said to her. Just that I liked blow jobs? What guy doesn't? There had to be more to it.

"Do you remember what he said?" I asked tentatively. Did I want to know this?

"Yes, Master." Her voice had dropped to a whisper as her head tucked against my chest, hiding her face from me. "I remember it word for word."

"Tell me."

She went completely still. For a moment, I didn't think she was going to say anything, and I was about to call her out on it when she finally spoke.

"You are going to be sold to man named Edward Cullen. He a nasty sort who deals on all kinds of nasty business. He likes guns and blow jobs, and he's looking for a virgin who looks just like you. Once he's fucked your pussy he's going to head straight for your ass next, but ultimately it's your mouth that has to keep him happy. If he isn't happy with your mouth he's going to end up putting a bullet in your pretty little head, or he's going to return you, and you don't want that, do you?"

Holy shit.

In a way, his assessment was somewhat accurate, if embellished. I did like guns, and I was involved in a plethora of illegal activities involving weapons. I had been since I was sixteen. When my parents took off and didn't come back, and then the trailer we had been living in was repossessed, I had very few options at my disposal. The one that guaranteed me the most money was working with Marcus and Caius – delivering guns to their contacts on the coast. A thousand dollars a week to a kid was way too attractive, and all I had to do was drive the truck. It snowballed from there.

But I never would have considered killing the girl I had just bought. Of course, I also hadn't considered what she would need to live, either.

This was who she thought I was.

But she was wrong about that, right?

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Chapter End Notes:

Uh oh, Master Douche – things just got a bit more complicated again, didn't they? Idiot.

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