Tuesday, April 21, 2009

The Perfect Wife - Chapter 9

This chapter is another training session for Bella with Charlie.

I woke to the sound of someone opening my bedroom door and turning on the light. It was still early. Charlie came into the room then, and sat on my bed. “Good morning Bella. I’m going to untie you so you can take care of your needs. I want you back here in 5 minutes is that clear?”
I nodded my head, thankful to get out of this position. He quickly went around untying my ankles and hands.

“Now sit up so I can untie your ball. You can brush your teeth, but remember you are not allowed to speak,” he reminded me.

My legs were so stiff. I started slowly out of the room, as he called behind me, “Five minutes Bella. I’m watching the clock.”

I tried to walk faster and stumbled, catching myself with the door jam to keep from falling.

“Bella, what have I said about getting hurt?” he came up behind me grabbing the back of my neck. “You are wasting your time. Now get done and get your ass back in here. You have 4 minutes now.”

I ran to the bathroom and took care of my needs. I washed my face and scrubbed my mouth out until I heard Charlie yell that I had one minute left. I quickly rinsed and ran back to my room to see what awaited me.

He was sitting at my desk drumming his fingers as I came into the room. He snapped his fingers at me and pointed to the bed.

“Get back in bed,” he ordered.

I crawled onto the bed not knowing if I was supposed to sit or lay down. I looked to him and waited for his next order.

He stood and came to the bed. “Lay down Bella and spread your legs.” He picked up one of the scarves at the end of the bed tying my ankles again. He then came to the head and tied my hands back above my head.

I didn’t understand the purpose in tying me back to the bed. Surely he wanted me to cook for him?

“Okay baby,” he said with a wicked smile. “It’s time for another lesson. Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?” I was too afraid to speak. It became a moot point anyway when he grabbed the gag from the bedside table and secured it in my mouth. “Have you ever had an orgasm, Bella?” I shook my head no, frantically.

“For today’s lesson, I am going to teach you about orgasms. Though they aren’t necessary for wives, Edward feels differently. He expects you to have one now and then so you need to be properly trained.” I was still shaking my head. He couldn’t mean that he was going to touch me like that? The tears came, and I fought hard to stop them, but of course he noticed.

“Why are you crying, girl? This is going to make you feel good. There is nothing to be scared of.” He pinched my nipple hard and I cried out behind the gag. “Would you rather have James instruct you?” He smirked down at me, and I shook my head vigorously again. “Fine, then let’s begin, shall we?”

He climbed onto the bed, and I felt myself becoming nauseated. I knew that I couldn’t throw up with the gag in my mouth, I would only asphyxiate myself. He straddled over my stomach, and I could feel his blossoming erection against me through his shorts. With both hands he began to rub my breasts softly. I closed my eyes against the image and he said “That’s right baby… Doesn’t that feel good? I knew you would be responsive to this. Edward is going to be very happy. No frigid bitch in his bed.” He flicked my nipples with his thumbs and they got very hard. Why was my body reacting to him? I didn’t want this!

He started to roll my nipples in his fingers, and I sobbed harder against the gag. Please just let it be over. But it was only the beginning.

He kept one hand alternating between my breasts, and let the other trail down between my legs. Since I was still bound, all I could do was try to shrink away. I felt him stroking me down there and I had never felt so humiliated. I tried turning my face to the side, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Look at me, Isabella. I want to watch your face as you cum.” He commanded and then slid his rough fingers into me.

“Oh baby, you’re already wet for daddy. Now we have to be careful so we don’t pop your cherry. Edward wouldn’t like that, but doesn’t that feel good?” He asked again, and then I felt him touch a spot that sent shots of electricity all over my body. I didn’t know what was happening, but all of a sudden, the room became warmer. I felt his fingers plunging hard in and out of me, and I kept shaking my head. Then he started to rub that spot while his fingers moved. I couldn’t help the slow groan that came out against the gag. “That it baby.” He murmured and I was instantly horrified at myself. I was not going to do this. I was not going to let him do this to me.

He rubbed that spot harder and I closed my eyes tightly. I thought about anything except that sensation. I finally won out, and he pinched my nipples hard. “You think you’re so tough, do you?” He said and then left the room.

I sighed in relief. I willed my body to relax.

He came back a few minutes later with something in his hands. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it looked like it had some kind of remote. He held up a silver colored egg with a wire that was attached to the remote. I had no idea what this thing could be until he pressed the cold egg where his fingers were just minutes before. I felt it pressed against that spot. “Let’s see how you like this.” He said laughing, and I was terrified. I thought for a minute that it was going to shock me. I let out a scream behind the gag. When he turned it on, however, all I felt was a vibration.

It was a strong vibration right against that spot. I knew that I would never be able to stop myself from giving him what he wanted now.

With the silver part inserted against me, he sat the remote on the bed and left the room again for a minute and returned. My eyes were tightly closed when he came back, trying in vain to resist the sensation. I heard him walk back into the room and then behind my eyelids I saw a flash. I was bound, naked being violated with this horrific thing, and he was taking pictures of me. A fresh wave of tears poured down my face.

I felt the sheen of sweat on my skin, and a tightening in the pit of my stomach. I thought for a minute I was going to be sick, but it turned out to be much worse. That spot in my stomach just seemed to get tighter and tighter as my brain fought my body for control. Charlie reached for the remote again, and the thing vibrated harder. My brain finally lost the fight and I felt that tight region in my stomach detonate. I screamed against the gag while wave after wave of sensation swept over me. Only when my body had stopped convulsing did the vibration stop.

I looked up at Charlie who had a wide smile. “Such a good girl.” He said, and smoothed my hair off my damp forehead. “You came so hard for daddy. I think you deserve a treat.” He stepped back quickly and I saw his raging erection through his pants. He pulled his pants and boxers off and untied my gag. Before I could take a full breath, he was straddling over my shoulders and his cock was in my mouth.

Looking down at me, he said “Yeah, you made daddy so fucking hard baby. I love your hot little mouth on my cock.” His hips were moving back and forth as his cock hit the back of my throat.

“That’s my girl, suck me hard.” He leaned to the side, and I saw him pick up the camera. He started taking pictures of his cock in my mouth. Then he dropped the camera onto the bed and grabbed the headboard.

“Fuck…” He said as his cock twitched in my mouth. His hips sped up, and I had to breathe carefully through my nose. I sucked as hard as I could so that he would cum and stop. Finally, he drove deep into my mouth and exploded down my throat. I nearly gagged when he didn’t pull back after a minute. But finally, it was over.

“Today since you’re not eating you can just stay in bed so you can relax and enjoy yourself,” he said smirking.

He picked up his bag of toys and the camera and left the room. I heard him calling to James on the stairs. “Boy! Come look at some of the candid shots I took – I think you’ll like them.”
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.


  1. Please put the little graphic warnings in.... this makes me sick! I feel like throwing up, seirously. I need a TUMS or a pepto bismol or something....

  2. Oops, my bad, didn't see the warning...

  3. May he rot it the deepest and most vile parts in hell

  4. I posted a comment, but I wasn't logged in. IDK if it was published, so here we go again.

    Sadly, I feel the psychological abuse is worse. How is Bella ever supposed to have an orgasm w/o thinking about her father? But of course that may have been his sick intention.

    I feel bad that she likely hates herself/is disgusted with herself right now for having an orgasm. Regardless of what our brains and hearts tell us, our bodies respond to stimuli. It's scary, makes you feel gross---

    It's a gut wrenching feeling that I can't describe with words. I'm trying to tough this out because it really is a great story. I hope there's some light at the end of this tunnel.

    Thank you for the words.