This post comes with a trigger warning for assault!
“Come here,” Bella crooned. She was sitting on the edge of her bed. I was pulling my boots off by the door and Conan was standing awkwardly by the door as if he didn’t know what to do with himself.
Of course I went over to her. I would have gone crawling if that’s what she wanted. Which is why it stung so much when she laughed as I stepped before her.
“Not you,” she chuckled, and it was a whipcrack to the face. My jaw fell and I looked away, crossing my arms over my chest. How embarrassing.
“Come here, you,” she said, looking over at Conan and waving her fingers at him.
Maybe I should have stepped aside, but I didn’t have it in me for that. I just stood there and glared at him as he walked over.
Oh yes, I judged every inch of him. The way he walked, the way he looked so disinterested in everything. The way he put his hands in his pockets as he presented himself before her.
“Hm?” he said, and it reminded me of how a student stands before a teacher they don’t care about. I wanted to smack him. How dare he stand like that before Bella! How could he not care?
“Sit,” Bella patted the bed on her right. Her right! I, more to her left, boiled inside my skin as he sat down gingerly and looked at her sideways. Bella took his face in her hands and turned him towards her. Then, throwing a smug look my way, she leaned over and kissed him.
I squawked. Squawked!
Bella laughed while her lips were still on his. But she didn’t stop. Instead she drove the kiss deeper, insisting at his lips. She fisted a hand in his hair and he groaned at the pain, his lips opening for her. I should have looked away but didn’t. Instead I noticed every nibble, suck, and swipe of the tongue. How her hand fisted in his hair, tugging and releasing rhythmically. How her other hand cupped his chin gently.
My heart hammered in my throat and my stomach felt like it had vanished.
Bella licked her lips as she turned to me. Again, she laughed. “You should see your face!” she laughed. Then, mischievously, she added “Are you jealous?”
I didn’t know what to say. So I looked away and tightened my arms across myself. I was burning with hurt.
“Come here,” Bella said sweetly, and there was a patting sound. I looked from the corner of my eye, and she had a hand on Conan’s thigh. Catching my gaze, she patted him. “Come sit.”
Sulking but not wanting to disobey, I dragged myself the two steps over to stand before Conan. He was watching me with a very cautious eye. Neither of us were sure what was supposed to happen here, but Bella was all smiles.
“Sit on him,” Bella said so happily it didn’t sound like an order.
Rolling my eyes up at the ceiling as if this was all beneath me, I swung a leg over Conan and yep, sat on him. It was awkward. I just glared over his shoulder. He looked the other way pointedly.
Bella, however, was having a riot. She crawled up onto her knees so she could whisper into my ear, her hands suddenly roving over my shoulders.
“Isn’t he pretty?” she whispered as she nuzzled my ear. “He’s so much more obedient than you ever were.”
Her words were ice in my stomach. Her fingers trailed over my collarbone, her other hand up my spine. She continued her whispering. “He’s got beautiful eyes. And I like his skin.”
I wanted to cry. Was I not good enough for her?
A nip on my ear brought my attention squarely back to her. “Kiss him,” she whispered. The hand behind my head gave a little nudge.
Oh. A sense of relief flooded me. This wasn’t a punishment. It was a treat. I got to share her slave with her.
I decided not to let her down. With one hand I turned his chin to me, the other clamping behind his head to steady him. AS I stooped over him, I caught his eye. He was angry.
Well, I was angry too. I hated him, even. Hated how Bella praised him. Hated him for his pretty face and perfect skin. So I kissed him viciously. There. I even bit his lip.
Bella giggled, high pitched. “Good!” Her hands trailed over my shoulders, petting me. “Kiss him again. Bite him again,” and she pinched at my nipple roughly. Her nails dug into my back as she breathed into my ear. “Punish him.”
I didn’t think twice. I bit him, dug my nails in, and vented my frustration. Within seconds I was rewarded by a strangled cry against my lips – and a pair of hands shoving me back. “Stop!”
I fell clean off him and smacked onto the floor. I was so shocked, but not necessarily by the fall. It was the anger, the hurt, and the almost tears on Conan’s face that were rattling me.
As if distant, I heard Bella laughing. She was crooning at Conan, teasing him. Calling him names none too tenderly. Conan had his arms wrapped around himself, hugging where I’d dug my nails into his sides.
Staggering mentally, I scrambled to my feet. “I’m sorry. Conan, I’m sorry. Bella -” and I felt incredibly dumb. I’d assumed Conan had – wanted it? In at least some way? But that was obviously not the case.
“Oh come on, sit down. He’s not hurt. Are you?” and she turned his chin to her, sneering at him. “He’s just been bad, so he deserved it. In fact, he deserves more. Doesn’t he?”
“Bella,” I protested again. “He – he hasn’t done anything?”
“Exactly,” she crooned, fisting his hair and giving his head a shake. “He just stood by as I got shot, and did absolutely nothing to help me. Oh, and -” she turned his head to face me, caressing his chin almost tenderly. “I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that he suddenly has someone here looking for him. Is it?”
I gulped. Alright, sending me back to his girlfriend had certainly been a way to get a message to her – but he didn’t deserve this. “Bella, please. Stop this.”
“Aww,” Bella ran her hands over Conan’s shoulders. Then, menacing, she rose to me. “What?” and it was a dark and daring ‘what’. What was I going to do about it? Try and stop her?
I looked away, mind reeling into submissive puppy mode without even thinking twice. I crossed one arm across my chest to hold my other arm. I didn’t answer.
“Yes,” Bella turned to face Conan, who was scowling at the two of us. “I was thinking of making him a gift to you, Chaos.” and she caressed Conan’s chin. Conan ignored her, glaring straight at me. Why? I wasn’t to blame. But I didn’t have time to think that over. Bella was still speaking. “If you’d like. I could use someone handling him.”
Handling him? I pressed my lips together as Bella turned to smirk at me. This was a loaded question. She was waiting on my answer like a snake waiting for my next step. What to do? Uhhh.
“I’ll take him,” I blurted. That was the right choice, right? That way I could keep him safe from her, and keep myself by Bella’s side.
“Good!” suddenly light-hearted, Bella handed me the end of the leash that was clipped to Conan’s collar. “Enjoy him.”
I smiled tensely, feeling like I had stepped into a bucket of snakes. Gingerly I took the leash. It was soft, warm from Bella’s touch-
Bella was now standing before me, blocking Conan from view. There was a glow to her, a power. I swooned, smiling stupidly at my Queen. So diabolically pleased, she took me by the shoulders and pulled me onto the bed.