CBWR? Chapter 17

A bit more of this warped little tale. RL is seriously interfering with my writing time this week...

I honestly thought conniptions were just kind of a saying before that moment.

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Chapter 17

After an extremely brief conversation with Alice, I dumped the phone on the coffee table and went back to bed. Bella was curled up on her side, mumbling something into the mattress. When I crawled back into the bed, it was obvious she was having another nightmare. I put one arm around her waist, trying to forget that she was only wearing those little blue panties, and shook her gently.

Her eyes opened, but they were unfocused when they met mine. She blinked a few times, and then her eyes closed again as her head rested against my shoulder. I pulled her a little closer to me and wrapped one arm around her head. With my cheek pressed into her hair, I dropped off to sleep, but it wasn't restful at all. I woke several times, finally giving up only a couple of hours later. Instead of sleeping myself, I watched Bella sleep. If she started to stir, I held her closer and she seemed to doze back off again.

As the sun came up and light flooded the room, Bella's eyes opened slowly. Again, I saw her confusion at first, then the realization of where she was and – ultimately – what she was and who she now belonged to. She looked up to my face, her expression somewhat shy.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning, Master," she replied. "Would you like me to suck your cock?"

Despite realizing how badly I had fucked up this whole situation, hearing those words still went straight to my dick. No Go passing. No money collected.

"Shit…Bella." I took a deep breath and tried to gain a little composure. "You don't…I mean…fuck, you don't have to just ask that all the time, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Master," she whispered as she ducked her head.

I couldn't see her face very well at that point, but she almost seemed distressed that I wasn't telling her to just go to town on me. Not that I didn't have morning wood the likes of which even God has never seen, because I did, but I was also pretty damn sure she didn't really want to do that.

"Do you want to fuck me now?"

Yeah, my cock heard that one, too.

"Yes," I heard my mouth utter. Shit! "I mean – no! I do, but…shit! Bella, please – don't say anything like that, okay?"

She was quiet for a moment, her head still tucked down.

"You don't want me?" she asked quietly.

Shit. Did she really think I was rejecting her? This was so fucked up, I couldn't even see straight.

"Fuck yes, I want you. But not now, all right? We're going to have a visitor soon, anyway."

That seemed to get her attention.

"A visitor, Master?"

"Yeah, a friend of mine. She should be here in about an hour."

"What should I do?" Bella was actually sounding just a little bit panicked. I reached up and ran my hand over her cheek.

"Get dressed in those clothes we bought yesterday," I told her. "Then you could maybe find something for breakfast? I know there's some cereal and I think maybe some of that instant pancake stuff is in the pantry."

"Yes, Master." Bella leaned over me and placed a single kiss in the center of my chest before she rose from the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

The kiss sent what felt like a shock wave from the place where her lips touched my skin and outwards throughout my body. When I caught my breath again, I rolled myself out of bed, took a quick shower, jerked off – damnit – and went out to the kitchen to be assaulted by the glorious smells of another home cooked meal. Without a doubt, Bella knew her way around my kitchen better than I did.

"You are amazing," I said as I dug into another forkful of pancakes. I watched Bella take her bottom lip between her teeth, and her cheeks were tinged with pink. She was wearing one of the pairs of jeans I bought along with a sepia toned shirt with a bunch of artsy flower images all over it. I was about to go on about the food someone, when there was a knock at the door.

"Shit," I mumbled, "she's early."

"Master?"

"It's all right," I said. "Just…um…don't kneel or anything. And no Master, okay? Just…um…keep quiet for a little while until I can kind of explain some shit, okay?"

"Yes, Master."

I shook my head and tried to collect myself. A couple of deep breaths – check. Hands run through hair – check. Slave not looking too much like a slave – check. Okay – I was ready.

I opened the door and there stood Alice, clad in black from head to toe, including some pretty vicious looking boots with buckles all over them. Her shirt and jeans were so tight, I knew she didn't heave on a bra underneath, and I was pretty sure any panties she might be wearing had to be the kind with no back – only a little string up the crack. She tossed the black leather jacket that was over her arm towards my face, and then walked through the door, immediately snapping at me.

"I never did get back to sleep, you fucker."

"Good to see you again, too, Alice."

Alice was about five feet tall – a tiny little thing. Even with all the black and the attitude, no one would ever guess that under her wild-child black hair, was the best hired killer in the business. If you wanted someone dead, she was the girl to call. She never failed, and her price was about as astronomical as they get. Still, if you needed it quick and discreet or long, drawn out, and painful – she could cater to your needs.

Before I could throw her jacket over the back of a chair, she had stopped dead in her tracks. Bella was standing in the entryway to the great room with her head bowed, her hands clasped in front of her, and her lip caught between her teeth.

"Who's this?" Alice asked. She turned her head to look back at me with narrowed eyes.

"That's Bella," I said. "I sort of…um…bought her."

"You what?" Her voice had gone all soft. I had never heard that tone out of her mouth before, and I was pretty sure I didn't like the sound of it.

"I bought her," I repeated, "from Aro."

I honestly thought conniptions were just kind of a saying before that moment. I didn't realize people could actually have one, but I swear Alice did right there in my foyer. The next couple of moments became kind of a blur. Her left fist knocked really hard into my jaw, catching me off guard enough that I ended up dropping down on the floor. As I rolled over to protest, I was looking straight into the barrel of a Beretta 92.

"What the fuck did you just say, Cullen?" Alice growled through her teeth. "Because if you are telling me what I think you are telling me, I'm going to fucking end you right now."

Um, she was still going to help me out, right?

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Chapter End Notes:

Oh yeah, Doofusward - she's all about helping you right now.

No Scooby snack for you - one year!

Serious Geek Points for anyone who knows where the paraphrased "Not that I didn't have morning wood the likes of which even God has never seen" comes from. (The real quote isn't about penises - but that's your only hint.)

I'm going for the most OOC Alice ever. Did I win yet? :)