The Cost of Freedom Is High

“Bella.” Someone called to me from the bedroom door.

“Hmm?” I replied.

“Time to wake up.” Chris said, coming over to me next to the bed, and pushing the quilt off of my face.

He waited besides me as I slowly but surely woke up, and sat up on the edge of the bed.

“What’s going on?” I wondered.

“It’s just morning, and time for you to come downstairs.” Chris told me.

“Wait.” I stated, grabbing his arm as he started to walk back out towards the door.

“What’s up?” He asked, coming back over towards me.

“I want to talk about last night.” I admitted.

“What about it?” Chris replied.

“Everything.” I stated.

“We can do it downstairs.” Chris told me.

“No, everyone’s down there and I just want to talk to you.” I said.

“Fine, if that’s what you want.” Chris responded.

I was surprised when he turned around and quickly searched through the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed.

“Chris, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Turn around and lay down on your stomach.” Chris instructed.

The icy edge to his voice made me not want to question him, and I did as he said.

I felt him slowly lower my underwear down, and the next thing I knew I felt something odd and rubber set down on my back.

As soon as I realized what it was, I flipped around and threw the object across the room.

“Let’s go downstairs.” I said, getting up from the bed.

He chuckled and gave me a smirk that was only fit for the devil.

“That is the very last time you’ll say no. Understand?” He growled in my ear.

“Yes, sir.” I stated, trying to hide the bit of shakiness in my voice.

“And as for this.” He began, bending down and picking up the good sized string of anal beads.

“If you ever throw anything like this or damage it, you’re in serious trouble. Understand?” He said.

“Mm-hm.” I replied, nodding my head.

“Come on then.” He stated, extending his hand to me.

Leaving me with no choice I grabbed his strong and tattooed hand, and we made our way out of his room and down the hall.

I slightly glanced down at his hand and noticed the now almost invisibly outline of the word Kiss on his knuckled. My eyes wandered further down his hand and noticed the Lost Boys tattoo.

“Kiss Boys?” I chuckled.

“Hey that’s been removed for years.” Chris responded.

“You might want to go in for another session.” I teased him.

“I’m actually getting another phrase over that.” Chris told me.

“What’s that?” I wondered.

“Punish Bella.” He stated, and before I knew it he threw me up and over his shoulder so that I had a nice view of the floor from quite a ways up.

“N..” I quickly began, but shut my mouth as soon as I realized the word I was about to yell.

“What was that?” Chris asked.

“Nothing.” I said.

“Good, now shut up.” He instructed.

No problem, not at all.

Chris brought me down to the much smaller and very homey family room where the other 7 of them were.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the two lovebirds.” Michael laughed.

“Not quite, lovebirds are quiet. Those two however, shook the whole damn house.” Ghost replied.

I looked down in embarrassment, but Chris’ finger underneath my chin made it impossible to hide my facial expressions.

“Don’t be ashamed, love.” Ricky said, patting the space between him and Ryan.

Taking his little hint, Chris released me from his grip and I went and sat between Ricky and Ryan.

Chris left the room, only to come back a few minutes later with box upon box, upon box, and so on and so forth. Each appeared filled to the brim with professional looking documents.

“What is that?” I wondered.

“Your job for the day.” Chris stated.

Okay, I was a little confused.

“I need more of an explanation.” I told them.

“Gladly, do you remember what you told me last night?” Chris asked.

“No, the drugs kind of fogged up most of last night.” I said honestly.

“You told me quote on quote that “it’s become my darkest desire to become nothing but a submissive to you and the others.”” Chris quoted me.

The hot, inescapable blush came rushing to my cheeks and I hid my face in Ricky’s sleeve.

“Is someone embarrassed?” DJ chuckled.

Yes, yes I was.

I couldn’t believe that I had actually said that last night, however it was true and just about everyone in this room knew it.

It wasn’t like they picked just some random girl to take. I had known all of them, and respected them as much as, if not more than my parents.

Every lyric, inspired my heart and by heart I could sing every song. I loved them far before I ever met them.

So even despite the hatred I did have for them for putting me in this situation, and taking away just about everything from me, I couldn’t resist taking a dive into the dark side and submitting.

It’s horrible, yet honest to admit that in a sick sense I’ve never felt pleasure like I have when I’m with them. I’ve never gotten that comfortable with someone like Tyler that I could joke around with him and feel like I meant something more than a school crush.

It was heaven and hell at the same time.

“Bella.” Balz yelled at me from across the room, shaking me from my thoughtful trance.

“Yeah?” I replied, lifting my head.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” Chris asked.

“No, not really. Sorry.” I muttered back.

“What’re you thinking about?” Tyler questioned me with a slight grin, creeping at the corners of his mouth.

“Not you.” I mouthed over to him.

“These are all full of dom and sub contracts. You’re to read each and every single one of them, feel free to write on them, what you like, what you don’t like, and so on and so on.” Chris instructed.

“Why?” I wondered.

“First of all because I said so, and second of all because we want you to start getting familiar with what real relationships like these work. Obviously your situation is a little bit different so some of the rules under both lists won’t apply to you, but you’ll get the main idea.” Chris said.

“Holy shit.” I muttered, taking the lid off of the first box and finding about 100 documents, all ranging from 1-3 pages long.

“Get going, ask questions if you’re confused, write down things you like and things you aren’t fond of.” Chris told me.

“This will take me forever.” I whined.

“Exactly, so get going.” Chris replied.

“Fuck.” I groaned.

“Go ahead and go into another room to finish that, come back when you’re done with the first one.” Ryan instructed.

“Okay?” I said, picking up the first box of many and heading towards the kitchen which had a small table for me to sit at.

I was still a bit confused as to why I had to go through what seemed like endless amounts of these contracts, but I wasn’t going to question it.

I sat back, got comfy in my chair, and pulled out the very first contract.

The very first 3 lines were enough to do me in.

1. Dom will do everything within His power to train, educate, instruct, shape and mold sub into best sub/slave possible.

2. Dom will receive pleasure from the activities outlined in clause 1 above.

You had to be kidding me.

As my eyes went down the list of both thing that were expected and required of both me and the guys, in context of another couple’s contract my head was spinning from about a million different emotions and thoughts going on.

Throwing down the first contract, I picked up the second and started to read that one.

2 down, about 998 more.

Today would really test me.

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13 Hours Later - 11:00 pm

DJ’s POV ~

I walked down the hallway and tried to find Bella, however she wasn’t in the kitchen or any of the other rooms.

The other nine boxes were stacked incredibly crooked and disorganize, with written on and annotated notes covering the many contracts that seemed to be sprawled everywhere.

“Bella.” I called, making my way up the stairs and to the 8 of our bedrooms.

Well I say our, but the truth is that this house belongs to the Farewell, My Love guys. Luckily for us though they were on tour, and they offered this place for us to use and because of the quiet nature and small size of this house it was perfect to reinforce some of the more intense and intimate rules and regulations that Bella would eventually know and follow.

Finally once I was up the stairs I saw that Tyler’s door was open.

Figuring that’s where she was I went over and sure enough, there she was passed out on the bed with the very last contract in her hand.

I was originally planning on getting her up and yelling at her for not coming back downstairs before she went to bed, but she did what we asked her to otherwise and that was good enough for me.

Before I left though and let the others know that I knew where she was, I walked over to the bed, and pulled the contract out of her hand, noticing that she had fallen asleep with a highlighter in her other hand.

Curious to see the only line highlighted in this particular contract, my eyes directly went to the very bottom line of the document.

Highlighter multiple times was the phrase “ Doms will be responsible for keeping sub/slave safe at all times.”

“We will Bella, we’ll keep you safe.” I whispered in her ear, tucking her under the blankets.

Once she was all settled and I had the rest of the contracts in the last box I quietly made my way out of the room.

As I left I swear I heard Bella say “I know.” However I couldn’t be sure of it.

The slight sincere smile on her face told me I heard correctly.

I couldn’t wait to prove that rule right.

“Goodnight, princess.”

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