The Cost of Freedom Is High

This Is Wrong, But It Feels So Good

She dropped straight into my arms as she finally took a deep breath into the chloroform rag.

I threw her up into my arms, and carried her down the hall, and to the living room.

"Well that was fun." I stated.

DJ turned around and smirked when he saw the passed out Bella in my arms.

"Did you end up getting her out, or did she get out first?" DJ wondered.

"She heard the bed creak, and made a break for it, but I caught her at the door." I explained.

"Nice, good job." He congratulated me.

"Thanks." I chuckled, handing her over to DJ.

Her body flopped onto his lying form, and he made sure to get a tight grip on her.

"I was thinking about tomorrow, and I think you'd be best for it. It might take an extra day or two, but I'll be able to take over with the over stuff." DJ told me.

"Sounds good." I replied.

"What exactly do you have planned?" DJ wondered.

"A little wine, candles, a lot of intimate passion." I said, with a joking smile on my face.

It would most likely be a fight to even get her to come to the same room as me.

"How's that sound to you?" DJ whispered into Bella's ear.

"It's not like she's never had sex before." I replied.

"Yeah, but she's had a pretty rough time with it." DJ stated.

"I'll get her warmed up and once we can get her to comply with these kind of things we should have no problem with other issues that she was having." I told him.

"I have no doubts." DJ said.

"Cool, well I'm going to go upstairs and get stuff ready, if you don't mind putting her to bed in one of the extra rooms." I replied.

"Yeah, no problem, I'll see you tomorrow morning." DJ declared.

"Night." I replied.

Making my way upstairs I made sure to grab a few things that I'd need for tomorrow, and brought it back upstairs to the master bathroom.

By the end of tomorrow Bella would be one step closer to accepting her role.

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The Next Morning - Bella's POV

"Kill me now." I groaned, sitting up on the bed.

I remembered exactly how shitty my plan had gone, and I could still see the anger in Michael's eyes.

Training day was here, fuck.

On the door I noticed a little sign.

Basically to sum it up it told me to get over to the master bathroom.

Not wanting anymore of a fight, I went straight over to the bathroom, and cautiously opened the door.

What I found, freaked me out, but not in a fearful way.

The lights were completely off. However, the light that was producing a small glow came from behind the tub from a few candles, and the shirtless Michael Vampire was sitting up, and seemed to be staring into my soul.

"So, what the hell does this have to do with training?" I questioned him.

"Patience, princess." Michael smiled.

Looking behind him I saw 2 wine glasses, one full one empty, and a bottle of red wine behind him.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Take your shirt and pants off, and come join me." Michael instructed.

"Oh, and before you say no you might want to just trust me right away." Michael warned me.

"Fine." I grumbled.

I slipped off my shirt and pants, and entered the opposite side of the tub still in my bra and underwear.

The water was warm, and I felt my entire body, head to toe, completely relax.

"Feel good?" Michael asked.

"Before I answer that please tell me you have some sort of pants on." I replied.

He let out a small chuckle, and said "I've got boxers on, and unless you want them off they'll stay on. That's because tonight it's all about your pleasure."

"Whatever." I muttered.

He lifted up his glass and started to drink.

"Get over here." Michael demanded in a soft tone of voice, yet also very strict.

He patted his lap, and gazed into my eyes with his soft brown ones.

"Tell me what you're going to do." I replied, not willing to move.

"I'm going to make you feel really good." Michael told me.

"No, not happening." I blurted out, starting to stand up.

"Fine, I was just trying to be nice and prepare you for what's to come in your training. Go ahead though, leave. DJ will be more than happy to take you up to his bedroom, and get rough with you." Michael warned me.

"Just don't hurt me, please." I pleaded, sitting back down.

"Drink this, and relax." Michael cooed, handing me his glass of wine.

He pulled me tight to his chest, and gently rubbed my arms up and down as I finished the wine.

"There wasn't anything drug wise in there right?" I questioned him, looking back at him.

"No, just a bit of alcohol to calm you down." Michael answered.

"Whoo." I fakely cheered.

"Shh, and just let your mind go." Michael whispered.

Instantly half of the candles were blown out, making the room darker, and more intimate I guess.

Fear was in my heart, but I just kept reminding myself that I'd gone through worse. Michael promised I wouldn't get hurt, and it wasn't like I was a virgin anymore.

I knew if I got sent to DJ I would regret it and would be in pain.

If I just blocked out emotion and let only the physical feeling affect me for this short amount of time, I'd be one step closer to being done with them, and soon enough I'd be back with Chris, and the others.

I put my head back onto his chest, and closed my eyes.

"I'm trusting you." I whimpered.

"Good." He stated.

His lips connected with the thin skin of my neck, and worshipped it with small, delicate kisses up and down my neck.

As minutes passed by, the trail of kisses went down to my collarbone and slowly approached the top of my breast. I started to tense up, and got a little bit more stiff as I felt Michael expertly unclasp my bra.

"Shhh." He whispered, sending shivers straight to my spine and core.

Once he and I realized I was back to being more calm, his soft and tattooed hands gently massaged and palmed both of my breasts.

I gasped at the new sensation.

Had I had sex before?

Yes.

However this wasn't sex, and yet I still was feeling overwhelmed with this new sense of pleasure, I guess you'd put it.

As his left hand continued doing what it was, his right hand slipped down to the line right below my abdomen. He was going to taunt me with this, I could practically see the smirk on his face, even with my eyes closed.

With a featherlike touch he ever so gently ran his fingers up and down that line, forcing my toes to curl, my stomach to churn, and my breath to get a bit panty.

"Woah." I exclaimed, as his fingers grasped at the edge of my underwear.

"Bella, I know you love this. Just let go for once." He murmured into my ear.

Without thinking I relaxed once again, and found myself burying my body even deeper into his chest. In seconds my underwear were gone and I was left fully naked, as he continued to tease me and drive me to an unfamiliar edge.

His fingers crept lower and lower, and as they did there was a new fire that burst through my skin. It was almost like it was begging him to do it.

Before I knew it his fingers were in between my legs, and nudging them at the sides.

"What?" I moaned.

"Open your legs." He instructed me seductively.

I did as he asked, and instantly I felt a finger enter me.

I gasped, and pressed back against his body.

Ignoring my sudden noise he continued to thrust his finger in and out of me at a steadily increasing rate. I was approaching what seemed to be a cliff, and at the same time I was excited and terrified.

Out of all the times I'd had sex before I'd never, you know gotten release. This was a first for me, and holy shit there were no words to describe what he was bringing me to.

My body started to shake, and my breath turned into labored panting, and before I knew it I reached a full on climax.

"Michael!" I screamed, my legs clamping down while shaking like crazy.

"You're okay." He cooed, rubbing my back and making sure I was okay.

Finally after what seemed to be an eternity the shaking stopped, and I got full control of my body back.

He continued to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, but out of the blue I snapped.

"What the fuck?" I yelled.

I jumped up out of the tub, and grabbed a towel to cover myself.

"What's wrong?" He asked worried.

"What's wrong?" I screeched.

"I just let you fucking do that to me." I screamed, pissed that he had somehow managed to get me to be content, hell even happy with what was going on.

"Bella, you fucking loved it, stop lying to yourself and just admit that maybe inside you want this." Michael snapped back.

"No, no, no. I have respect for myself, and that should've never happened." I growled.

"You're just pissed off because you know you're little boy toy Chance could never give you what you really need like we can." He replied.

"Fuck you, and don't ever talk about Chance again." I snarled.

I ran out of the bathroom, and straight into one of the empty bedrooms where I quickly barricaded the door with the dresser and a few other odds and ends pieces of furniture.

I could not believe that he had been able to just seduce me like that.

Why the fuck didn't I stop it?

What had happened that quickly that my mind completely shut down and let Michael so easily get into my mind.

I fell down on the floor and covered my face with my hands.

No matter how hard I tried, one ashaming fact kept running through my mind,

Despite how much I hated and loathed him right now, there was one thing I couldn't deny.


I loved how he had made me feel.