Bella Swan, personal assistant to handsome, rich, successful Edward Cullen, decides to take her friends advice and make her oblivious boss fall in love with her. AU/AH. Rated: M Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4992721/1/His_Personal_Assistant Chapter 1 ... 3 Chapter 2 ... 5 Chapter 3 ... 8 Chapter 4 ... 13 Chapter 5 ... 17 Chapter 6 ... 22 Chapter 7 ... 28 Chapter 8 ... 35 Chapter 9 ... 41 Chapter 10 ... 46 Chapter 11 ... 53 Chapter 12 ... 59 Chapter 13 ... 66 Chapter 14 ... 73 Chapter 15 ... 79 Chapter 16 ... 87 Chapter 17 ... 94 Chapter 18 ... 100 Chapter 19 ... 111 Chapter 20 ... 121 Chapter 21 ... 129 Chapter 22 ... 138 Chapter 23 ... 146 Chapter 24 ... 158 Chapter 25 ... 165 Chapter 26 ... 174 Chapter 27 ... 185
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Okay, so this idea has been in my head for ages, because I really like the idea of Edward in a suit and tie, and what girl wouldn't want to work for him? Review and tell me how shockingly bad this is on a scale of 1 to 10.
Don't own anything related to Twilight, though, like everyone, I dream of owning Eddie :) BPOV.
My lust-addled brain swiftly reached a conclusion; his jeans most definitely needed to come off. Now.
The top button was undone, his snail trail running from his bellybutton and disappearing down, like an arrow pointing to the Holy Grail. The prize in question was currently straining against its confines, and the idea that it was I who did this to him made me writhe underneath him.
"Please…" I begged, because this was what he had reduced me to.
My hands were captive above my head by one of his; every inch of his body was strategically plastered to my naked form, pinning me to his bed and creating a delicious friction when he shifted. Turning me into a begging, blubbering mess underneath him with the skill of an artist.
"Please what?" He spat down at me.
The cords in his neck were strained, his bronze hair was damp, his lips were swollen, his nostrils were flared and his eyes were black as pitch. His face would have been frightening if he hadn't spent the last forty minutes kissing, sucking, biting and licking every inch of my naked body. As it was, I knew he was simply trying incredibly hard not to unzip a little bit more and plunge himself into me.
Which was a mite inconvenient considering that was exactly what I wanted.
"Please…please…" my arguments, which seemed so coherent in my head, came out in garbled whimpers. "I'm ready now…"
He raised himself slightly, making sure my eyes were on his hand as he lowered it to his jeans. He stopped with his palm flat against his bulge.
"You're ready now?" He questioned darkly, and I nodded in response, eyes still fixed on his hand. When he started roughly rubbing himself through his jeans I heard myself moan, without any conscious knowledge of making the sound.
"I'm not sure I believe you. I've spent all night convincing you – rather eloquently, I feel, how much I want you. You remember my arguments? The ones where I used me teeth, and my tongue, and my fingers?" He was hissing at me, barely managing to get the words out as his hand continued to rub up and down his length.
I nodded more emphatically this time, looking up to meet his intense stare with a desperate one of my own. He ignored my frustration and finished, "and all you can say in response is "I'm ready now"? Try a little harder."
"I want you inside of me," I rasped shamelessly – because if this was what I needed to say to get to the Holy Grail – then say it I would. And just in case that didn't work, I pulled out the big guns; the words I know would get him every time. "I want you to make me yours."
His eyes, if possible, became darker. His breathing, heavy before, picked up now until he was panting against my cheek. He leaned in until his forehead was touching mine and I heard his zipper being lowered.
"Baby," he snarled "you are mine." His tongue ran over my lips in an animalistic gesture of possession.
"But seeing as you don't seem to realize it yet, I think I can spend a couple more hours drilling the message in…" And then my alarm woke me up.
My sheets were twisted around me, my sticky hair falling into my eyes and my heart hammering away in my chest. "Well, crap." I had a serious, serious problem.
I was dreaming about Edward Cullen – an issue most likely faced by the entire female (and possibly some of the male) population of New York.
Don't get me wrong; dreaming about Edward shouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. Who wouldn't want to spend their night thinking about that bronzed-haired God touching them? To think about him looking at you so possessively and intensely it could burn a hole through your heart?
But when I had to come face-to-face everyday with the literal man of my dreams, it became something of an issue. Especially when I was Mr. Cullen's Personal Assistant, and he was my oblivious boss.
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It's actually one thirty in the morning Down Under, and I have no idea how this Beta thing works so forgive, well, all of the below. BPOV.
As with every other morning, I had to give myself a pep talk before work.
I was sitting in the cab of my red 1953 Chevrolet Pickup, steaming cup of coffee in one hand, in my parking space at Cullen International Corporation, muttering under my breath like an honest to gosh nutcase.
"Isabella Marie Swan, you're lucky to have this job. So what if your boss is sexy as hell and clearly has no idea you exist? Just be glad you can afford the rent."
This was a valid argument. My lifelong friends, Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale, had picked a fairly expensive converted warehouse as home. I would have been happy moving in on my own, but Alice had taken a pact (made at five years-old) to move in together very seriously. And when Alice took something seriously, surrendering to her wishes was the safest option.
The three of us were all twenty, and while they were both in their final year of studying, my business degree allotted a year of work experience between the second and final years of studying. My grades had been good enough that I had won a mediocre secretarial position at CIC. I spent the first two months of work experience as Edward Cullen's third Personal Assistant, running around after his dry-cleaning and coffee, and having no direct contact with the boss besides the occasional polite smiles in the hallways.
While that may have been satisfying enough for someone else, especially considering the generous paycheck, it frustrated me that my studies weren't being put to use. Cullen International was in the middle of a power transfer; its CEO, Carlisle Cullen, was trying to step down, dividing responsibility between his three sons, Edward, Jasper and
Emmett. With each son implementing new business strategies, shuffling staff around, and generally bringing the company into the modern age, I knew I could have more impact then making Mr. Cullen's morning double-shot espresso.
However, any of the ideas I pitched to Lauren Mallory, Edward's Second Assistant, were ignored, so I chose to ignore her back. I uploaded a program that would filter emails, contacts and appointments with increased efficiency without her permission.
Needless to say, Lauren took the credit, but when there was a problem with the computers and First Assistant Angela Weber asked Jessica to set up the program again, the truth came out. It wasn't long before Lauren was negated to the tenth floor, and Angela and I became a team.
She would broker all personal contact with Edward, and I'd spend my time updating all the business systems that had previously been in place. By the end of another month, I had increased the productivity of the office by 45% and Angela was in her third trimester and looking to begin her maternity leave.
When I found out that not only had she suggested to Edward that I take over as his main Assistant (without telling me), but that he had "readily agreed" I had spat coffee halfway across my desk.
And now, sitting in my truck four months after beginning work at CIC, one month after becoming Edward Cullen's Personal Assistant, and two hours after having a vivid dream where he pinned me down and planned to take my virginity, I knew I was in trouble.
I spent everyday pining after my boss, not just because he was gorgeous, but also because he was incredibly smart. The man was twenty-four, had graduated three years early and was already more then capable to co-run a billion dollar company – and from what I could tell was also extremely fair and kind.
But my pathetic crush was even worse because, clearly, it was unrequited. Edward had never treated me with anything but professional politeness. He was a fair but demanding employer, and though he would make the required small talk, he always kept things strictly work related.
My previous pep talk about being lucky to have the job was forgotten, and I banged my forehead against my steering wheel in despair. It did nothing to help, except now I was pretty certain I'd have a headache. Apparently, I couldn't even do angst properly.
"Pathetic." I mumbled to myself, cradling my now sore head in my hands. And as if to prove my point, there was a respectful rap on my window. "Miss. Swan?" Edward Cullen's velvet voice sounded concerned, possibly wondering why I was hunched over like an idiot.
Another perfect start to a perfect day.
I straightened up to see him wearing a navy blue suit, a stark white shirt, a blood red tie, and a politely puzzled expression.
And looking sexy as hell, don't forget that, I reminded myself sarcastically. Like I could ever bloody forget. He was leaning against his silver Volvo, in his parking spot right next to mine, his expensive brief case in one hand.
Just another way Edward was the perfect employer – he had allotted parking next to his own, and allowed use of his private elevator, for myself and my Second Assistant, based on the logic that we spent half our time organizing his office anyway.
I quickly took my coffee and handbag in one hand and reached for the door handle. He was there before I could, wrenching the rusting door open for me. I cringed at the sound it made but shot him a quick smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Cullen."
He smiled brightly at me in response (though how he could manage to be so chipper at 6:45 in the morning, not just this one – but every single morning – was beyond me) and waited for me to precede him to his lift. We walked with a meter between us, and the only sound was the clicking of my heels on the concrete until we got into the lift.
"Was something the matter with your head?" He asked as he stabbed the top-floor button and looked at me mildly in the mirrored doors.
That was how he always looked at me – mildly, politely, and indifferently. No wonder my subconscious conjured a possessive, dominating Edward in my dreams – because the idea of him looking at me with something other the professional distance in his green eyes would be a freaking miracle.
before I get my caffeine fix."
"Hmm, well I suppose there are harder substances to be addicted to then caffeine," he responded, in such a contemplative tone that I couldn't help but make another quip. "Sure," I agreed, as we stepped off the elevator, "That's what my dealer tells me."
The stupidity of my joke made me internally wince, but I could have sworn I heard him snort in response behind me.
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So I wasn't supposed to have any lemons in this chapter, but dominating fantasy officey Edward is totally doing it for me, so here goes nothin'. BPOV.
"Miss. Swan, could you step in to see me please?" Edward's velvety voice came through the intercom and I could just make out the anger in his otherwise muted tone. When I came into his corner office, I had to squint against the bright morning sun filtering through the glass panes behind his mahogany desk. Edward, leaning back in his leather desk chair, was barely a silhouette against the suns glare, though I could just make out his elbows on the armrests and his fingers steeped in front of him.
'Yes, Mr. Cullen?' I asked nervously. I knew he would want to talk about our unfinished business last night, no doubt blaming me for his being unable to "claim" me.
"I spent the entire night hard as stone for you, and how do you repay me? By ignoring me all morning." His voice was matter-of-fact, calm, which was even worse then if he were shouting. It was a scary-calm, a calm-before-the-storm calm, and I knew I would have to appease him quickly.
"I'm sorry, sorry! I didn't mean for us to get interrupted – please, I'll make it up to you."
He was still lost in shadows, so I couldn't see the reaction my words were having on him. After an eternity, he spoke. "Yes," His voice was no longer calm, but low, gritty.
Dangerous.
"You most certainly will. Walk around the desk and kneel in front of me."
I did as Edward asked – commanded – and he pushed his chair back so I had room to sink to my knees between him and his desk.
"You're going to do exactly what I tell you to, understand?" I nodded, licking my lips. His eyes closed when I did that, and I knew I'd pay for teasing him when he clearly wanted me so badly.
"Lean forward, unzip my pants, and un-tuck my cock. And don't you fucking look away." I kept my eyes fixed on his as I expertly leant forward and unzipped pants. He was commando underneath, and it didn't take much encouragement for his erection to spring free.
There was already pre-cum leaking out, and I automatically rubbed the fluid around his swollen pink head. Edward's hip bucked violently when I did that, and he snarled, "I don't recall telling you to do that, Miss. Swan."
"S-sorry, Mr. Cullen. What was it that you wanted me to do?" The lust that had his eyes in slits made me feel suddenly embolden, and I added in a throaty whisper; "did you want me to suck on you thick hard cock? Is that what you want?"
He gave a strangled gasp, and then suddenly his hands were fisted in my hair and the tip of his cock was at my lips. "Open your mouth, take me in."
I did as he said, and he immediately speared his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I took deep breaths through my nose as he began thrusting his length in and out of my mouth. All the while, he was groaning and swearing and muttering under his heavy breathing.
"That's right…all of it…fuck…you hot little mouth…you're all mine…"
His hips started moving more jerkily when I began lightly scrapping my teeth down his length with each thrust, and I knew he was close. "Bella...fuck, gonna cum...you're gonna swallow every drop I give you...Bella...you're mine...Miss. Swan...Miss. Swan..."
"Miss. Swan?"
I jerked upright in my chair, quickly lowering the pen that I had been unconsciously sucking on from my mouth. This was getting ridiculous.
Not only was I dreaming about him, now I was carrying it on into daydreams. It was only seven in the morning, for fricks sake. Could I be anymore pitiable? I was seriously sitting at my desk, imagining Edward Cullen being mad that my alarm clock had woken us up from out imaginary sex last night, sucking on an inanimate object.
And was that really the fantasy a girl who'd never hit home base should be having? Sure, I'd covered all the other bases, but a girl who was essentially still a virgin (depending on semantics) shouldn't be fantasizing about kneeling behind their boss's desk and sucking them off. Shouldn't I be dreaming about making love to some Orlando Bloom look-alike with a sexy accent in a fancy hotel in Paris? What did this say about me?
"Miss. Swan?" Okay, clearly this could get more humiliating. I realized the thing that had woken me up from my fantasies was then man himself, leaning over my desk, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Right, sorry, Mr. Cullen." Just like I was sorry we didn't get to the main event last night. "I guess that caffeine hasn't kicked in yet."
He sent me a polite smile, but his eyes were fixed on my mouth with a little frown. Possibly wondering why I'd just been molesting my pen.
"Sorry. I know we get here rather early..." This was true. Edward was pretty much the first person into work every morning, and he generally required his first assistant to be there from the beginning of the day. While it wasn't exactly a pre-requisite, and he hadn't told Angela straight out, she had explained to me before she went on leave that Edward got more work done before eight then most of the office got done all day. It was simply easier to come into work early with him, rather then coming in an hour later and finding a stack of requests to backlog.
Edward rarely, hell, never, stopped by my desk for a quick chat. That was despite the fact that my office was wrapped around his, a mini-foyer that he had to pass through to leave his office. Besides my desk, there was Edward's private elevator and a spacious area with modern low to the floor couches for his appointments to wait on. My second assistant, Jessica Stanley, had a cubicle in the open office floor space just outside.
"I need you" (God, why couldn't his sentence just end there?) "to find the Davison Acquisition files for my one pm lunch meeting."
I, somewhat smugly, reached under my desk and retrieved the file from my top drawer. I loved how well I worked with him; anticipating his needs before he voiced them. I bet I could do that out of the office, too...
"Already done. I presumed you'd need it yesterday. It'll be waiting in your briefcase before you leave." He straightened up, smiling a crooked smile that did nothing to restore my equilibrium.
"What would I do wi–"
The glass double doors burst open; effectively ruining the compliment Edward was about to give me. I glared towards them, wondering who the hell could be here at this time in the morning to interrupt my moment. Then wondering how sad I could get that I was hanging out for purely work-related praise.
"Swan, I need your help!" Emmett Cullen's voice was not something one wanted to hear first thing in the morning. He strode over, completely ignoring his scowling brother, and sat down on my desk. I felt like Maxwell Sheffield in the Nanny, though I was pretty certain Emmett's voice was more annoying then Fran Drescher's.
"Morning Em. What'dya need?" Unlike Edward, standing on formality with Emmett would have felt incredibly wrong.
Jasper and he had befriended me my second day of working at CIC, when they'd rescued me from Mike Newton, the office flirt. Since then, I often ate lunch with one or both of them, mostly because they were great fun, but also because a small, in-need-of-therapy part of me liked having the connection to Edward.
"I need you to hook me up with that hot piece of ass you were with last night, youngen."
"Emmett!" Edward's reprimanding voice sounded from behind Emmett, whose wide shoulders were blocking him from my view. I could just imagine him running his hands through his tousled bronze hair in brotherly irritation.
"Chill, Eddie." Emmett didn't even turn around. "Now the girl in question was blonde, hot as all hell, you, her and a shorter chick were grocery shopping when I spotted you last night?"
I blushed at the idea of Emmett seeing Rosalie, Alice and I in Ugg Boots, leggings and sweatshirts, no make-up on and shopping for things like tampons, Head & Shoulders, and fat-free yogurt.
"Right, Rose, one of my room-mates. What did you have in mind?" I was weary, rightly so, when remembering some of the extravagantly over-the-top plans Emmett had had. "Nothing dramatic, scouts honor." He virtuously placed a massive hand over his chest, not fooling me for a second. "I was just thinking you and your little roomies could come to
Victory tonight with me and Jazz?"
He must have noticed the look of doubt on my face, because he added in a cajoling voice, "Bellie, Bellie, Bellie, VIP area of one of the hottest clubs in town, my fantastic company, what could possibly go wrong?"
I could think of plenty of things, not the least of which was the idea that Rosalie and him may actually hit it off, and I'd have to wake up to his booming voice in my apartment every morning, not just at work. Then there would be the white rage at the idea of one of my friends getting a Cullen when I obviously would never get mine.
"C'mon, I'll even make Eddie come along..." before that statement could sink in, Edward had walked around so he was leaning over my desk again, frowning still. "You most certainly will not get me to come along. And it's Edward. For the hundred-thousandth time." He turned to me and the frown softened slightly.
"Miss. Swan, please feel free to callously and emphatically turn him down. You're under no obligation to organize his social life."
I stiffened slightly, oddly offended by his words. I knew perfectly well he wasn't saying that Rosalie wasn't good enough for Emmett, or that he didn't want me anymore involved with his brothers then I already was, but that's how it sounded when processed by my irrational female brain. Not to mention, the idea the he "most certainly" didn't want to go to a club if he knew I was there stung.
I gave Edward a slight upwards tilt of my lips in recognition of his words, and then gave Emmett a full-blown grin.
"I'll do it if you promise NEVER to call me Bellie again and if you actually listen to the tips I'll give you about Rose at lunch. Otherwise she'll eat you alive."
"YES. Deal!" Emmett punched a fist in the air and patted my head like a dog. Mission then accomplished, he got up, throwing a muscular arm around Edward's slighter shoulders.
"Sure you don't want to come with your little lamb here, Eddie?" He asked in a conspiratorial voice. Edward's eyes widened in what looked remarkably like panic at Emmett's words, but before I could be certain his calm facade had returned smoothly.
"Positive, thank you." Edward's voice was icy as he steered Emmett to the doors. "I'll walk you to your office, Emmett, there's some business I'd like to discuss with you." Emmett gave a raucously loud laugh, and I think I hear him reply, "I just bet there is," before the doors closed behind them.
Now, what in the hell was that all about?
Whatever it was, when Edward came back, he looked like he wanted to kill someone and that that someone was Emmett. He swept through my office without glancing at me, the doors to his inner office shutting with a snap behind him.
A minute later my intercom beeped, and I tried not to fantasize about Edward inviting me in to suck on his cock like a giant lollypop when I answered. "Yes Mr. Cullen?"
"Miss. Swan, hold all my un-urgent calls until my one pm." "Of course M-" But he had already hung up.
Alrighty then.
I guess he didn't like me agreeing to go out with Emmett when he clearly hadn't wanted me to.
When I asked Emmett to confirm this at lunch, and asked what he'd said to annoy Edward, he merely gave me a mysterious smile (which is saying something, considering Emmett is the least mysterious person I knew) and told me "not to worry my pretty little head about it".
I spent the rest of the day ridiculously anxious that Edward may be upset with me, though I knew, rationally, I had done nothing wrong and that he didn't care enough about me to be mad I was going out with his brothers.
Edward didn't talk in anything but clipped, one sentence orders until after five-thirty, when we were organizing his next weeks schedule and sorting through this weeks invitations and meeting requests – our Friday night ritual.
I was getting up from the couch in his office, invitations and Mac Book in hand, ready to leave, when he leant back on his side on the couch and said, "Goodnight, Miss. Swan. Have fun tonight."
I couldn't believe how hard my traitorous heart beat at just his casual dismissal, and I determined that I most definitely would be having fun tonight. Because tonight, I was going to employ his brothers, and my friends, in my newly developed, Help-Bella-Seduce-Her-Boss Campaign.
So how do you think the campaign will go? I have a feeling it's gonna work like a charm :) I'm a review whore so…yeah. Gimme, Gimme, Gimme?
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I really, REALLY, didn't want to use the word "pixie" when describing Alice, but I couldn't help myself. Also, its one am again in Aus, so excuse the spelling, grammar, and general crappiness.
BPOV.
Tonight, I was going to employ his brothers, and my friends, in my newly developed, Help-Bella-Seduce-Her-Boss Campaign.
Victory Night Club was exactly what one would expect from the Upper East Side. It was Post-Post-Modern, dark, moody, and smoky, and all we had seen of it so far was the line outside and the ladies room.
Alice and Rose had been more then happy to go to one of the most exclusive clubs in town courtesy of two of the most eligible bachelors in the world, and we had agreed to meet the guys at their exclusive table in the VIP area.
Or, at least, we would have, if it weren't for the fact that I had dragged both of them into the toilets the minute the bouncer let us through.
"I thought there was some billionaire daddy's boy waiting to get in my pants?" Rose asked irritably, staring at my reflection. The three of us were lined up in front of the vanity mirrors, though how our Alice coordinated dresses, hair and make-up could be improved on was a mystery.
"Geesh, Ro," I interjected, momentarily deterred from my original topic for discussion, "give the guy a chance before you shove your Marxist boot up his ass. He's one of the sweetest people I know."
She gave a very un-ladylike snort for someone wearing baby pink. "Yeah right, as if he doesn't think I'm just going to crawl all over his rich ass. C.R.E.A.M, Bella. Just cause you don't believe it, don't mean it aint true. Cash Rules Everything Around Me."
Alice huffed on the other side of me, and poked her tongue out at Rosalie. Rosalie was studying the detrimental impacts of living in a Western Capitalist consumer society, while working part time for a left-wing newspaper. Alice was studying to become fashion designer while working part time as a personal shopper for Chanel. Needless to say, I often felt like Switzerland between the two of them.
"Anyway," I said loudly, before Alice could do more then stick her tongue out, "I brought us in here for a group huddle."
Now they were both looking at my reflection expectantly. I rarely called a group meeting, mostly because my love life was sadly lacking. Except when I fall asleep and imagine my boss pounding into me like an animal on his bed...focus, Bella!
"Remember how I may have mentioned once or twice my incredibly small, slight, teensy practically platonic interest in Mr. Cullen?" I asked, as if this were a throw away question of no real importance.
Rosalie simply rolled her eyes, but Alice chirped, "Bella, you've definitely mentioned it once or twice...in the last ten minutes. Since you started working there, you've mentioned it so many times that if I have to hear how dreamy Edward Cullen is one more time I'm going after the guy with a shot gun and a shovel." I couldn't help but laugh at the idea of a pixie like Alice trying to off anyone.
"Not to mention the loud orgasmic dreams we've got to hear you having every night." And then Rosalie started to scream at the top of her lungs, "OH GOD YES! EDWARD, YOU FEEL SO GOOD! DO ME HARDER YOU SEX–" I clapped a hand over her mouth as a group of girls by the hand dryers giggled.
"So clearly you get my point," I hastily said, and then the next words came out so fast that if they weren't like my sisters they would have had no clue what I'd said. "I-want-to-seduce-Edward-Cullen-and-I-need-your-help."
Alice started to clap her hands together hysterically, and I half expected her to begin chanting, "Hercules!" over and over. Rosalie merely raised a smug eyebrow, and I knew she was about to remind me that when I had first mentioned how much I liked Edward, she had told me to straddle him in his swivel chair and ride him like a cow girl.
"I'm calling best friend code that Al, you've got to tone the excitement down, and Ro, you're not allowed to say, "I told you so"". Both of them looked like I'd just taken away their favorite toys, but they loyally, and sullenly, nodded.
"Good, now the issue is, I know I'm gonna need Jazz and Em's help, but I don't want them to know I'm standing in the bathroom like a psycho announcing my plans to seduce their unsuspecting, and definitely uninterested brother. So any ideas on how to broach the topic with them?"
Rosalie and Alice caught each other's looks in the mirror, and then they were simultaneously linking arms with me. Their evil smirks made me very glad they were on my side. "Firstly, Bella, congratulations on having the confidence to even admit that you want to do this. I wouldn't have suspected you had it in you, and we're very proud."
"Yeah, Bella, who knew a few frustrated horny little dreams could channel your inner sex fiend to the surface?" "Thanks, Rose." I shot at her sarcastically, but I knew it was her was of saying she was proud of me too.
In truth, I couldn't believe I had said anything, either. It was just I was so annoyed at the polite distance Edward always kept me at, like he barely saw me as female, let alone someone he could ever be interested in. But today, when he had been mad, I had so wanted him to go back to the polite distance. Then when he had, giving me a cool "Good Night" it had felt like winning the lottery. And seriously, reacting like that to his every mood change was just plain sad.
I wasn't going to be sad, dammit. But, since I wasn't brave enough to declare my feelings straight up, the obvious conclusion was to make him come to me. Alice grinned wickedly at me, seeing the determination blazing in my eyes.
"Don't worry, Bella, by the time we're done with you, Edward Cullen is going to be eating out of the palm of your hand." It was another two hours before either Rose or Alice brought up Edward.
Though this night had been about Emmett getting to Rose, there had been an instant connection between Jasper and Alice. He was quiet, contributing little to the conversation, but he smiled and listened attentively to everything Alice said, and had spent the entire night dancing with her.
To my surprise, Emmett had followed my directions about how to act around Rose to a T, and it was working brilliantly for him. When she had walked into the VIP area, Emmett hadn't looked lower then her neck. Every time Rose made a contribution to the conversation, Emmett immediately disagreed with whatever she said. No matter how obvious she was, he didn't once check out her body. When she had suggested he dance with her, he'd kept the dance so friendly they could have been brother and sister. By the end of an hour, Rose was so frustrated I was surprised there wasn't steam coming from her ears.
An hour after that and three Cosmo's later; Rose was sitting in Emmett's lap. I was wedged next to him, with Jasper and Alice facing us, when he grabbed my forearm and muttered so I could just hear him over the music, "you're a setting-up Queen, youngen."
I laughed, but was really hoping that he'd return the favor. Rosalie had apparently heard what he said, and had been thinking the same thing, because she casually asked, "So why isn't the other Cullen brother here tonight?"
Alice's head snapped up from whatever she'd been whispering in Jasper's ear, paying attention now there was a friend in need.
"Edward had some...issues...of control to take care of this evening." Emmett and Jasper snickered for some inexplicable reason at Emmett's answer. "Oh, that's a shame," Alice said in the same casual tone as Rosalie's, "because Bella here would have really liked to grind against him on the dance floor."
I started choking on the mouth-full of Margarita I had been swallowing. I saw Emmett and Jasper shoot each other an oddly hopeful look through my coughing fit, but I didn't take time to analyze it through my anger at Alice.
"What the fuck, Alice?" I mouthed at the fucking traitor, but she just smiled brightly at me, like she'd just done me a favor or something. Kid's to-fucking-day. Where the hell had the subtly gone?
"Really, Bella? Got a little thing going for our esteemed brother, do we?" Jasper teased me.
I glared at him, and then at Emmett, who was smiling at me gleefully. Not, oh hey, the sun is shining and it's going to be a beautiful day gleeful, but a shark that's just spotted a bare bottom in the ocean gleeful. Crap.
"If either of you so much as think about bringing this up wit–"
"Actually," Rose interrupted my threat, "you know how Bella isn't the kind of girl to just throw herself at Edward, so we were wondering if either of you had any tips, just between us, that might help her in...snagging him?"
I wanted to crawl under the table and die. It was only the copious amount of alcohol in my system and the remnants of my determination from earlier that kept me seated. Surprisingly, Emmett and Jasper weren't laughing about how I would never in a million years have a chance with Edward. Instead, they were both looking thoughtful.
Finally, Jasper leant across the table and asked in a very serious voice, "Bella, you wouldn't consider just making the first move on Edward, would you?" He paused, as if weighing his next words very carefully. "It might save quite a bit of time."
I stared at him blankly, unsure what he meant by that last part, and horrified as I considered the embarrassment of being turned down by Edward. "God, no." I gasped, shuddering at the mere thought of living out that humiliation.
Emmett peered around Rose and warned me, "It'll be hard to get Eddie to make the moves on you first, Bells."
"Yeah, no-dah. Like I didn't already know he wasn't attracted to me. That's the part where you two come in, obviously."
Emmett looked surprised at something I'd said, but the seriousness in which Jasper and he had considered Rose's plea for help had faded. "Alright then youngen, time to offend your delicate sensibilities with Edward and Sex 101."
"Meaning?" Alice and Rose looked like they were poised to take notes, and I hoped they were listening carefully, because I had limited-to-no experience in these matters. Emmett chuckled, rubbing his hands together to show he meant business.
"Meaning, were gonna talk Edward – specifically, Edward's sexual predilections. We'll start from the porn he had as a kid, move on through the girls he dated in high school, on to the one night stands of college, to the women he dates now. By the time we finish, you'll no how to act out every sexual fantasy that boy's ever had."
Holy shit.
I had a feeling my dreams tonight were going to be epic.
Hmmm, wonder why Emmett and Jazz are being so secretive?
More importantly, I wonder how Edward will react to Bella living out his every fantasy? I'd love if you'd review.
Even a smiley or frowny face would totally do it for me! I get off easy ;)
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Posting at one am Aus time again. Boyfriend thinks I have insomnia and am obsessed with this "Cullen Dude". Told him if he kept the attitude up towards my Eddie he'd have to sleep on the couch.
He told me that would be preferable to me squealing like a twelve year old girl every two seconds while writing this, and that no one's reading it anyways. Just wanted you to know what I'm going through to get this out! So review and annoy the boyfriend please!
BPOV.
I heard the elevator arrive behind me, and I bent over my desk, pretending to be shuffling through some documents.
The skin tight, high-waisted skirt I was wearing was riding up around my thighs, barely covering the g-string I wore, with knee high black stockings straining against my flesh. That fantasy of what would happen when Edward found me in this position ran through my head for the thousandth time.
Though the plush carpet muffled his footsteps, I was hyper-aware of Edward coming up behind me – and furthermore, he knew that I knew he was there. Though he didn't touch me, I could feel his hand ghosting around the curve of my ass.
"Good Morning, Mr. Cullen," I said in a voice so calm I deserved an Oscar, "did you have a pleasant weekend?"
Abruptly, I felt his hand come down on my ass, a hard slap that made me jump in surprise. Then I saw, out of the corner of my eye, him drop his brief case next to my desk in preparation.
"How on Earth was I supposed to have a pleasant weekend, Miss. Swan? When I knew that what is mine was being paraded around on Friday night?" his voice was as calm as mine, but I could hear the rage simmering underneath.
I was confused by what he meant, and I made the mistake of trying to stand upright. Before I could more then attempt to move, Edward's chest was pressed into my back, his iron-hard forearms wrapped around my middle in an unbreakable embrace.
"First you parade around at Victory in a dress that, my brother tells me, made you look "fuckable", and now you're trying to move without me telling you to do so. I'm going to teach you a lesson, Miss. Swan. Can you guess what it is?"
His hot breath on my ear was causing me to shiver, and when I took too long to answer he bit down on my lobe – hard.
"I'm yours," I gasped at the pain and the arousal it caused. "That's the lesson – that I'm yours." He quickly sucked on the bite, easing the sting, before he stepped back. "Very good, Miss. Swan. Though, I'm afraid, that won't get you out of your punishment. Now take off that skirt and bend over the desk like a good girl."
Shakily, I lowered the zip of my skirt, stepping out of it and resuming my position. I heard him let out a low groan at the sight of me bent over in a g-string and knee highs, before his pale, long-fingered hand snaked into view, picking up the ruler off my desk.
"Moan for me, Miss. Swan."
The ruler came down across my ass, hard enough that I felt the sting, but pleasurable enough that I felt liquid pooling in my g-string. He brought it down twice more, and by the third time, I had to bite my lip to muffle my moan. Edward paused, knowing I had held back. "You're going to defy me, then? If you keep that up, I'll hold off your release until you're begging me on your fucking knees."
The ruler was brought down six more times, and by then I was desperate to rub my legs together – anything to ease the throbbing between them. "Are you wet for me, Miss. Swan?"
"Ye-yes, Mr. Cullen." That most definitely came out as a moan.
"Hmm. Let's see, shall we?" Then he brought the ruler up between my legs and lightly spanked my clit.
The moan I let out this time was apparently loud enough to satisfy him, because abruptly he was pressed over me, his hard length against my ass.
I could feel his hand snaking along the inside of my thigh, and then two of his fingers were running up and down my slit through the soaking fabric of my g-string. "P-please Mr. Cullen." I begged, even as my hips bucked, trying to get his fingers to do something, anything, more.
"Say it. Say it and I'll give you everything." He was placing wet kisses against the back of my neck as he spoke, and I could feel him rubbing himself against the curve of my ass. "I'm yours. Always yours."
The second I let out the declaration, he was spreading my folds, still confined to my g-string. He began rubbing my clit with the edge of his fingernail, a perfect mix between pleasure and pain. I moaned so loudly that they could probably hear me in the lobby, and began rubbing my hips in time with the strokes of his finger.
His thumb replaced his finger on my clit, and then his finger was pushing my g-string aside and sinking into my opening. A second finger, and then the tip of a third, roughly joined the first, pumping in and out of me while still rubbing my clit with his thumb.
"Mmm, you're so hot and tight around my fingers. I can't wait to feel you surrounding my cock."
His words, combined with him curling his fingers inside of me, was creating the wonderful building of tension in my stomach, and I knew I was close to climaxing. Edward leant in and whispered in my ear, "Good girl. Cum for me. Only for me."
Then he pinched my clit, and I was suddenly clenching down on his fingers, biting my lip so hard to keep from screaming that I drew blood.
As I came down off my high, I registered that Edward was still rubbing against me, and I knew the pleasure was far from over. When I heard him fiddling with his belt buckle, my suspicions were confirmed.
"Now, I'm going to pound into you while you're bent over this desk. And it'll be so hard you'll be seeing fucking stars." That's how the fantasy went in my head.
In reality, I heard the elevator open behind me, and I quickly began shuffling through the papers I was examining, nervous that maybe this was too blatant, but willing to try almost anything at this point.
I heard Edward step out of the elevator, and straining to hear him over the pounding of my heart, I heard him pause behind me.
"You're here early, Miss. Swan," he rasped. Was it the sight of me that made his voice sound like that? More likely he had gone out last night. I'd have to ask Emmett if I didn't die of embarrassment because of what I was going to do next.
I slowly straightened, just like Emmett and Jasper had described. Then I turned, flicking my newly washed, cut and curled hair over my shoulder.
"Well, I left something here I just couldn't do without for a second longer," I quoted in the huskiest voice I could manage, hoping Emmett and Jasper had remembered properly. I think (though it was probably wishful thinking) that I then heard his breathing pick up.
When he didn't reply for a minute, I snuck a glance at him from under my eyelashes, trying to look innocent, and saw him quickly snapping his gaze up from my chest. The tip of his longue pink tongue darted from his mouth, running along his bottom lip, wetting it. I was concerned that I may spontaneously orgasm.
But more important then that: I think Edward Cullen was just checking me out. I wanted to scream it from the rooftops, send it as an interdepartmental memo, get it tattooed across my freakin' forehead.
"Oh, what was that?" He growled, as if the words were coming out of his mouth of their own violation. This time, I had to curl my fingers into fists to keep myself from screaming in glee. He was playing along. He was actually playing along.
This is where I had decided I should deviate from script, purely because I didn't want to be too obvious, and I most definitely didn't want him to realize I was getting help from his brothers. God knows; that would be the most awkward conversation in the history of ever.
"My phone, of course," I told him brightly, all huskiness left behind, a wide, innocent smile on my face. Hopefully, if Emmett and Jasper were right, I was leaving him confused but remembering.
He was staring at me so blankly that for a minute I thought he'd gone into shock. It was only when I cleared my throat and raised an eyebrow that he shook his head
slightly and continued walking to his office. I was fairly certain he was actually blushing too, but that was probably wishful thinking. Besides which, when he spoke next his voice was so calm I knew I had imagined it.
"Could you please send Miss. Stanley with a coffee when she gets in, and please get the conference call with London going in ten minutes."
I smiled another vivid, childlike smile at him as he reached his office, and then spoke in the most wanton, my-throat-is-sore-from-screaming-your-name voice I could muster. "Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Cullen?"
There was a flash of something in his suddenly dark eyes, so quickly that I was unable to identify it. Then his face was perfectly composed and he was smiling tightly at me. "No, that's all for now, thank you, Miss. Swan."
The second his door clicked shut behind him I was running out of my office and down the corridor. The open office area was empty, but I knew Jasper and Emmett had gotten here early for moral support.
There was no one in Emmett's office, so I sprinted to Jasper's, not bothering to knock as I barreled in. Emmett was sprawled across Jasper's leather couch, while Jasper was perched on his desk flipping through his missed calls. Before either of them could register that I was there, I was hysterically babbling.
"I did it! I owned that shit! When he came in I was totally leaning over my desk, I did the whole slow straightening up like you guys said, and then he was all "you're here early", which worked perfectly, so I said to what you told me to say, and he totally responded "oh, what was that?" back to me!"
By the time I finished I was gasping and bouncing on the spot in excitement and nerves. Then I realized that Emmett and Jasper were both staring at me with their mouths open and their eyes wide.
"What?" I asked, annoyed that neither of them had acknowledged my rousing success.
"You re-enacted the opening scene of the first pornographic video little Eddie ever watched looking like that?"
I looked down at my outfit, which Alice had put together based on what Emmett and Jasper had recommended. I was wearing a stark white shirt that hugged my breasts perfectly and had feminine little bell sleeves. The shirt was tucked under an incredibly tight high-waisted grey skirt, which ended a few inches above my knees. The illusion of modesty was maintained by knee high stockings, exposing a strip of flesh between where the stockings ended and the skirt begun. My hair was out of the bun I had been wearing to work everyday, and I had on a splash of red lipstick. To complete the look, I was wearing four inch black Monolo stilettos.
I thought I looked pretty fan-fucking-tastic, but if the look of shock on the guys faces was anything to go by, apparently not. I felt the thrill of success deflating like a popped balloon.
"So what if I did? I thought you told me he had a thing for Lois Lane as a kid? That's the look Alice was going for." I explained to them, somewhat defensively.
But Emmett simply cracked up laughing, and after a second Jasper joined him. "Jazz, man," Emmett managed through his laughter, "this is fucking perfect, can you imagine how "little" Eddie is doing right now?"
Jasper let out two more dry chuckles before he wrapped an arm around my shoulder comfortingly. "Sorry, Bella, we weren't laughing at you, we were laughing at Edward. You look great, amazing actually. Sex on legs. In fact, you look remarkably like the girl from the video, so that's sure to have helped."
The first suggestion that Emmett and Jasper had had on Friday night was to re-create some of Edward's fantasies. Apparently, the first porn Emmett had introduced
Jasper and Edward to was one that Edward had gotten attached to when they were young. The basic plot line was a schoolteacher spanking a schoolgirl, but the first few lines where about her being caught in his classroom during lunchtime, and her claiming she had come back for him to "punish" her.
When Edward had walked in to the office, I had literally acted out the first lines, and Edward had responded. It was automatic, but it was a start. At least he was associating me with something sexual, which was the ultimate goal.
"So Eddie responded then, did he?" Emmett asked, a delighted grin spreading across his face. He leered over-dramatically at me, eyes on my breasts. "Though how could he not? I mean, who knew you actually had tits?"
I rolled my eyes, "I think he responded, but I really don't know."
Jasper could sense how worried I was, because he gave me a squeeze with the arm that was around my shoulder. "Don't worry Bella; Stage Two of the Give-Edward-Blue-Balls-Till-He-Snaps Plan begins at lunch. Em and I can judge his responses then."
Right. Lunch.
I was blushing just thinking about what we had planned. But, if Jasper and Emmett were right, it was going to be a longer day for Edward then it would be for me. Oh yeah.
Lunch is going to be great fun.
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Just to warn you, am starting school again, so updates are going to go from everyday to about every 2-3 days. And don't make me feel guilty, that's a lot better the most!
And, remember, reviews=love & they give me the motivation to write this when I should be doing homework! BPOV.
"Don't worry Bella; Stage Two of the Give-Edward-Blue-Balls-Till-He-Snaps Plan begins at lunch. Em and I can judge his responses then."
Emmett, Jasper and I had spent the entire morning using the CIC Intranet to chat about how things went on Friday night with Rose and Alice, and how we were going to proceed at lunch.
As with the porn re-enactment from this morning, I had my concerns about the validity of the plan. I had felt that the whole living out a porn thing was too obvious while the plan for lunch made me feel we were being too subtle.
I had messaged my concerns to Jasper and Emmett, and Emmett had charmingly replied:
"Calm down, Goober. Most guys would be content with just a visual to spark off their imaginations. But with Eddie, being the brooding,
I-think-I'm-such-a-tortured-artist-even-though-I've-had-a-Black-Master-Card-from-birth type, you're going to have to appeal to his mind as well as his...little Eddie...to get him going.
We'd synchronized our lunch breaks perfectly, so that it would coincide with a gap in Edward's meetings and appointments. I would have asked Jasper and Emmett if they had things to plan around, but I'm pretty certain they spent a goodly part of their day running around pulling pranks and not a helluva lot else.
I had gotten all of my things together when the guys came to get me. Though it wasn't necessarily "the" plan, we felt that me flirting outrageously with every man who
wasn't Edward was a good idea. Jasper explained that this would appeal to Edward's "inner caveman", which according to him, was buried very deep under a stack of 5-figure Armani suits.
The idea of Edward going caveman, throwing me over his shoulder and dragging me off so he could stake his claim on me, was something that featured many a time in my fantasies. Therefore, when Jasper practically pinned me to his side and dragged me into Edward's office, I didn't put up a fight.
Edward was hunched over his desk, sleeves of his sky blue shirt rolled up; tie loose, studiously flipping through a report with a pen tucked behind his ear. Tucking a pen behind his ear was something he always did when he had to make notes or corrections on a document, and it was something that I – of course – found bloody adorable. In all honesty, the man could be a closet cross-dresser and listen to the Jonas Brothers and I'd still find him freakin' perfect.
When we came in, Edward sat up straight to see who was there, and his eyes immediately zeroed in on the hand Jasper had on the side of my hip. His gaze was only there for a second before it flickered up to my eyes.
His eyes boring into mine made me blush, and I had to suck my bottom lip into my mouth, biting it, to keep from squirming away from Jasper's hand. It was like I felt guilty that his arm was around me just because Edward gave me a pointed look – which was insane.
Edward's gaze lowered to my bottom lip momentarily before he abruptly turned to his brother. "What can I do for you, Jasper?"
Jasper rolled his eyes at Edward's formality, which I knew was only for my benefit. Both Emmett and Jasper had said Edward was far less "stick-up-the-ass" when he was away from his employees.
"Just thought I'd let you know that I'm steeling Bella here." He paused there deliberately, letting an uncomfortable silence linger, before adding, "for lunch, of course." "Of course." The reply was curt. But Edward, who was of course one of those people who could have an entire conversation just through his facial expressions and eyes, seemed to convey a message to Jasper silently while I watched on. He looked frustrated about something.
What ever the communication entailed, it made Jasper smirk slightly, while leaving me completely nonplussed and Edward looking even more frustrated.
"Brilliant." Jasper said winningly, using the hand on my hip to steer me to the door. "We're just going to be in the restaurant with Em if you need anything. Let's roll Bella, apparently Edward doesn't mind lending you out."
The second we had joined Emmett in Edward's elevator I whirled on Jasper. "Lending me out? You make me sound like a by-the-hour hooker!"
Jasper let out a sound that was suspiciously like a snort. "Actually I made you sound like Edward's property." He and Emmett exchanged knowing looks at that. "Trust me, appealing to Edward's possessiveness is the angle you want to be going for."
"And what was with the look you two had in there?" I asked, not done questioning him.
Jasper just grinned, patting my head like I had just rolled over or played-dead. It was annoying habit both he and Emmett had whenever I was amusing them.
"Relax Bella, just brother stuff." I wasn't sure I believed him, but we had reached the fifth floor, where there was an employee restaurant we occasionally frequented when we couldn't be bothered going out for lunch.
Once we'd gotten into a booth and ordered, Jasper and Emmett immediately began subtly, and then outright, begging me for Rose's and Alice's numbers. I was under strict instructions not to give them out until Wednesday, so that I could "gage their level of eagerness and attentiveness" for the girls.
We had been sitting there for half an hour, and we were starting to worry that the plan wasn't going to work. Outright inviting Edward to lunch when he had never shown any inclination of wanting to join us before (and when we had never offered) obviously wasn't going to work.
So instead Emmett had purposely omitted some details from a report he had sent Edward, knowing that he would need them. I was flattered that Emmett and Jasper were such good friends that they were willing to go to such trouble for my silly little idea. Though, when I'd given them my very embarrassed and slightly drunk thanks on Friday, they had just laughed and told me that it was "worth it to mess with Edward".
Finally, Emmett's mobile phone rang, and he waggled his eyebrows at me before checking the called Id. He didn't answer the call.
"Ah, predictable Eddie. Falling right into my trap like a little lamb to the slaughter house." Jasper and he cracked up at that, though I didn't get why it was so funny. After they'd finished laughing their asses off they gave me encouraging grins and slid out of our booth, Emmett's phone still ringing.
"Good luck, Bella." Jasper actually gave me the thumbs up, like I was a kid on the first day of school. "Yeah, and if there are any confidence issues, remember that your tits are looking great in that top." "I'm telling Rose you said that!"
They were already walking away when I called after Emmett, but I'm pretty certain he heard when I saw his massive shoulders flinch. Both he and Jasper were going to hide a discreet distance away so that they could watch. I wasn't too happy about that, but they assured me it was a good idea for them to judge Edward's responses. I was pretty positive they just wanted to laugh at me.
I pulled out the novel I had started on Saturday morning, trying to calm the automatic blush as I skipped to my bookmarked page.
I was actually slightly immersed in the novel when I felt the butterflies in my stomach, which was my spidey-senses telling me that that Edward was close. I felt, rather then saw, his eyes scanning over the busy restaurant, before he was suddenly striding over to me.
"Sorry to interrupt you, Miss. Swan, but is my brother here? There's some information I urgently need from him. " He asked, giving the hidden cover of my book a quick glance. The guys had told me that Edward was one of those people who loved to know what books people were reading, so I knew he was dying to ask what it was.
"They just went out on a coffee run. They'll be back in a minute if you'd like to sit and wait for them?" I gave Edward a smile as bland as buttered toast, knowing he probably thought I was bi-polar when just this morning I had been giving him the sex voice.
Edward hesitated, and I looked back to my book, mentally rolling my eyes. Just sit Edward. It's not like I'm some crazy-woman who spends all her free time dreaming about you, or who actively plans to catch and possibly devour you. Oh wait...
Edward finally slid smoothly into the booth opposite me, looking distinctly uncomfortable to be there, running a hand through his hair. I gave him another courteous smile to show him I wasn't going to bother him, and turned down to my book.
Hopefully Edward was one of those people who like to know other people's reading habits (just like I loved to know people's music habits, I mentally swooned at our likeness) otherwise I'd have to casually flash him the front cover of the book in the hopes of getting a response.
Luckily, he'd only been there for a minute before he suddenly blurted, "What're you reading?"
I glanced up at him, ignoring the way my heart sped up at his perfection only a foot away, and said casually, "Anne Rice."
Could he be anymore adorable? Edward was practically squirming in his seat, obviously wanting to ask me to elaborate, clearly not wanting to be rude, while trying to catch glances at the cover.
"Which one?" He finally asked in a defeated tone, plainly not liking having to pry.
"It's one in a series she wrote under the assumed name A.Q. Roquelaure. The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty." I was praying to any deity that may be listening that I wasn't blushing.
As I spoke I saw Edward's green eyes darken, and his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Oh yes, I was definitely appealing to his mind...and his imagination. "Any good?" He croaked out quickly.
I shrugged lightly, looking him straight in the eye as I replied, "I guess. But really, there are only so many times you can use the word phallus before it loses all meaning, you know?"
Edward couldn't have looked more shocked if I suddenly told him I was the reincarnation of Elvis. It didn't last for long, however. His face quickly smoothed, and his eyes narrowed as if he was plotting something sinister.
"No, actually, I wouldn't know. What's the book about?" Liar.
I knew for a fact that Edward had studied this very book, along with its two sequels, during an "interpretation of modern sexuality and pornography" class he had taken as an elective in his first year of university. I knew because Jasper and Emmett had told me to read the book in front of him. We'd been hoping Edward would see me reading it and it would be another way for him to associate sex with well…me. I had not, however, been expecting Edward to pretend he hadn't read it and then ask me to describe the freakin' plot.
What did that mean, anyway? Deciding to dwell on it later, I leant forward, my arms crossed under my breasts.
"It's about how instead of Sleeping Beauty being awoken by a kiss, she's awoken by her Prince Charming taking her virginity in an act of dominance. Then she's made to live as his sexual servant, there to cater to any desire he has." I leant even closer, and I noticed that he was unconsciously doing the same, his eyes fixed on my lips.
"It's really about all the ways a person can be sexually dominated..." I licked my lips, as if contemplating my next words. A thrill shot through me, making my lower body throb, when Edward's tongue ran along his bottom lip, mirroring my movements. "...Or sexually pleasured. Basically, it's about how when you give someone knowledge over what gratifies you sexually, you give them power over you mentally, physically, emotionally. You belong to them."
By the time I finished talking, we were leaning so close together I could feel his cool, delicious breath on my cheek. I was sure he could feel my gasping breath on his cheek, too.
Adorable was no longer how I'd describe him. Adorable was how you described kittens or little kids. Edward Cullen was smoldering.
There was so much heat in his gaze I could actually feel my body warming too him, melting for him.
He abruptly closed his eyes, breaking the tension between us. I could see his fists clenching and unclenching, his mouth pressing into a hard line. It was like he was fighting some internal battle.
I didn't want to push him too far, and I knew if I sat opposite him any longer I wouldn't be able to stop myself from burying my tongue in his mouth. Therefore I reluctantly rose to my feet, picking up my book and the bottle of water I'd purchased with lunch.
I plastered on a smile identical to the bland one from earlier, and told him in a calm tone, "Well, Mr. Cullen, I'll leave you to wait for Emmett. I should get back and make sure Miss. Stanley is okay without me."
His eyes still hadn't opened, but as I moved to get out of the booth, his hand quickly lashed out, grabbing my wrist in a vice like hold. I gasped at the electric charge I felt when his skin touched mine, and I couldn't remember a time since our introductory handshake four months ago that I had felt his touch.
Edward's eyes opened, and I couldn't help but gasp again. If I thought he was smoldering before, it was nothing to how he was looking at me now. The cords in his neck were strained, his nostrils were flared, and his eyes were black as pitch.
He looked like the Edward in my dreams.
"Wait." He ordered in a low, heavy voice. Heavy with what I didn't know, but whatever it was I could feel myself becoming wet in response.
Before he could expand further, Emmett and Jasper were suddenly there, looking between us with equally delighted and curious eyes. Emmett had the coffee he had purchased earlier to show Edward evidence of his coffee run.
"We're not interrupting anything, are we?" Jasper's question was directed at Edward, and again I noticed that his eyes were conveying something more.
Whatever that something more was, Edward was missing it, because he was still staring right at me, his eyes silted. Slowly, almost reluctantly, it seemed, Edward released my wrist. His fingernails lightly (purposely?) scraped my skin as his did, and I could feel a burn from where he let go.
"No, you're not interrupting anything, Jasper." Edward said slowly, articulating every word carefully as if he was trying to focus. "I was just waiting to speak with Emmett." I smiled brightly at the three of them, though Edward's eyes were now firmly fixed on Jasper and Emmett, so he didn't see.
"I'll just be heading back to the office, then." I told them all, fighting against the impulse to touch the skin that was still tingling from his hand.
As I walked away, I thought about the inner struggle he seemed to be having, when he had closed his eyes as if to block me from view. Then for the first time I wondered if there was more to his indifference to me over the past four months then I had originally thought. Either way, there were three things I knew for certain.
One, I was incredibly, head over heels attracted to Edward Cullen.
Two, there was a part of him, and I didn't know how large that part was, that was attracted to me too.
And three, when I got home tonight, I was definitely going have to relieve myself of the sexual tension he had created.
So the book Bella mentions is "Sleeping Beauty" by Anne Rice, and I actually had to study it briefly in a class on modern interpretations of sexuality and pornography.
Great times.
And I will be explaining all these little meaningful looks and double meanings that the brother's hotness seem to share in a future chapter. What did you guys think? Reviews=Love, remember?
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So I just realized that I had Bella and the girl's drinking/clubbing in an earlier chapter, and I totally forgot that the drinking age is 21 in America (you poor things!), so I'm calling creative license for all past and future boozing.
And your reviews were awesome, and I was totally squealing like a little girl when I read them! Now I'm basically at a point where I'll write faster the more people review. Hint hint.
Oh, and just to give you some more motivation, EPOV is going to be coming up soon, so the more you review, the sooner you can learn what's going on in that pretty little head of his.
Um, this chapter basically has one big lemon that is in no way related to the plot, because I can't help but write em'. BPOV.
I was grateful when I got home from work that neither Rose nor Alice was back yet. My lunchtime incident with Edward had left me feeling – mind the cliché– hot and bothered. It was one of the only times I regretted I was a virgin – because I couldn't take up Rose's offer to buy me a vibrator. Even sexually-frustrated-Bella wasn't willing to lose her virginity to a piece of plastic. Despite that, I jogged through our open plan apartment, making it into my bedroom and slamming the door shut behind me, resigned to a little self-maintenance to release my tension.
I shimmied out of my skirt and pulled open the front of my shirt before dropping onto my bed. After I'd left the brothers at lunch, Edward hadn't come back to the office for another half an hour. When he did he was perfectly composed, even a little relaxed. He didn't mention what had happened earlier and neither did I. But I had been turned-on the entire day, remembering the intensity with which he had looked at me.
Now, lying down on my bed, I could still feel his gaze on my lips; still feel his hand on my wrist, so hard it felt like he never wanted to let me go. I quickly brought one hand up to twist a nipple between my fingers, the other down to run under my g-string and between my folds. I was so swollen and wet already that my hips immediately lifted towards the pressure.
I trailed some wetness up from my opening to my aching bundle of nerves, and when I twisted my clit in time to the fingers playing with my nipple I let out a breathy sigh, that came out as his name.
"Edward."
Because, try as I might to deny it, I couldn't find anything but frustration unless I was imagining him touching me, owning me. I brought my other hand down from my breasts, a moan escaping me as I pushed one finger into my tightness.
"You shouldn't have teased me at lunch like that, Miss. Swan. Do you realize that?" Edward growled, standing naked at the foot of my bed. His erection was bobbing arrogantly at full attention as I lay spread out for him, rubbing circles around my clit.
His eyes were fixed unerringly between my legs.
When I didn't say anything he walked around to the side of the bed, so his leaking cock was right above me. "You. Will. Answer. Me."
"I realize that, I'm sorry, I'll never bring up the book again, please just touch me." I hastened to reply, my breathing hard and labored, as was his. Edward stared at me, contemplating my response.
Then, making sure I was paying attention, he lowered the palm of his hand to my sweat-slicked breasts, cupping one. He rubbed the heel of his palm down against my pebbled nipple, and I arched towards him. Then, torturously slow, his hand ran down, over the plane of my stomach, until he was at my hip, just to the side of my mound.
I couldn't believe my luck that his hand was finally on me, and I blurted, "thank you, thank you, please don't stop."
I looked up at him and realized my luck had never actually existed. His face was cold as his hand grabbed mine, pulling my fingers away from my clit; he guided me down and manipulated me so one of my fingers was entering my opening.
"Add another finger." The command was sharp and angry and I obeyed at once. He leant down, smacking his palms flat on either side of my face.
"You don't get to cum until I tell you to. Do you know why that is?" I knew the answer; I had given it to him a thousand times. This time it was obviously a rhetorical question, because he leant in further, until he was speaking against my lips. "Because that wetness between your legs...mine. Your orgasms...mine. Your pussy...mine."
I moaned at that, but the sound was muffled as he shoved his tongue passed my lips, controlling me with it, stabbing in and out. Edward pulled away when I was dizzy with the need to breathe and he retreated to his position at the foot of the bed.
"Spread your legs wider." I did so straight away, unable to question anything that velvet voice told me to do.
Edward roughly grabbed his cock as he watched me, pumping up from the base, running his thumb over the slit at the head, dragging back down the shaft and then repeating. "Move those fingers faster, Miss. Swan." I sped up my fingers, curling them as they went in, desperate for any kind of release.
"Are you wet for me, Miss. Swan?" I could only nod in response, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as he knelt on the end of the bed, still palming his cock.
"Good." And then he was kneeing my legs apart, dropping down so his body was flush over mine, most of his weight held up by his forearms. His hand snaked down and roughly pulled my fingers away. Edward made sure I was looking him in the eye as he sucked both digits into his mouth, lapping up my juices. He released them from his mouth, lowering himself so he was breathing against my ear.
