CHAPTER 2

His voice was beautiful-the perfect blend of smooth and raspy.

"I..erm.. no problem, Mr. McCartney." I stammered. I didn't know where to look, so I just spoke to the general direction of the door.

I could feel my heartbeat in my throat as I heard him take a few steps closer. My hands fisted over the downy pillows at the head of the bed. The footsteps grew closer. I was pretty sure that he was currently sanding to my left, but I still looked forward.

I started when I felt gentle fingers running through my hair. I drew in a sharp breath and held it for a few seconds before exhaling. Mr. McCartney gently tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. And then he ran his fingers over my face. They started at my forehead, ran over the blindfold and then paused at my lips.

"Please call me Tony." he said softly, breaking the silence. "May I kiss you, Bella ?"

The question took me by surprise. Both of us knew why I was here, and he was asking for my permission to kiss me?

I couldn't find my voice, so I just nodded.

I felt the bed dip as Tony sat down next to me. I heard two low thuds, which I assumed were his shoes hitting the floor. After a moment, I felt his warm hand cup my cheek. He gently guided it to his lips.

The kiss was soft. Like the lightest brush of a feather. I felt a tingle run through my body. If I were not blindfolded, this was the kind of kiss that would make me close my eyes with expectation.

He pulled back a little and then kissed me again with a little more force. This time he started nipping on my lips. I opened my mouth, letting him slip his tongue in. I moaned at the sensation. It was scorching, the way he moved inside my mouth. His hand moved to my neck, the other one went to my waist pulling me to him. I moved a little more into the bed, giving him more space. I felt him, as he climbed over and straddled me, without breaking the kiss. I pulled back to catch my breath. The only sounds in the silent room was made by our mingled breaths.

This was not what I had been expecting at all. I had been told to expect rough men, who took what they wanted. But this man was the opposite of that. He made this sinful affair somehow seem … intimate. As if we were real lovers.

All these thoughts flew out of my head as he started feathering kisses along my jaw and towards my neck. Had I been in my right mind, I would have been embarrassed by the moan that slipped from my throat. I pulled at his hair, wanting more. He indulged me, licking, biting and sucking. I wanted to wrap my legs around him for more contact. But the restrictive fabric of my dress was, well, restrictive.

He must have looked confused for a second when I pushed him back. But he immediately obliged, lifting off that delicious weight.

His voice was husky as he said, "Is everything okay ?"

I bit back a groan of embarrassment as I tried explaining that my dress was too tight and I wanted it off. A low chuckle escaped him. If I hadn't already been flushed red from our… activities, this probably would have gotten the job done. I sat up, awkwardly trying to open the back zipper. I felt him lean in closer before he even said anything.

"Let me", he whispered into my ear, giving it a nip. I let the sensations overrule me as I leaned into him. Putting his arms around me, he unzipped my dress slowly. Teasingly. When I made an impatient sound, he chuckled again. Once the zipper was fully undone, he dragged down the straps holding the dress to my body. I helped him pull it down till my waist.

I heard him drag in a sharp breath. It made me grew hot all over. I knew he was looking at my bra clad chest. The fancy black lace bra and thong set was provided by the House, and I should say, it made me feel sexy as hell.

"May I?", he asked again. When I nodded, he pulled me to him and his lips were on me again. This time he was not so gentle. His lips were rough on mine while his hands moved along the curves of my body. One arm around my waist, his other hand inched towards my breasts. He touched them almost reverently and ran the pad of his thumb over the peaks. My breath caught. When he started massaging them gently, my back arched.

I pulled him down with me, wanting to feel that solid weight over mine. I lifted my hips, guiding his hands to pull down the dress. When I laid bare under him, save for the scanty underwear, Tony pinned me with his hips. I felt the hardness of him grind against my core, causing me to arch back, pressing further into him. He groaned into my mouth, causing the sound to go straight to my core.

Tony was making me remember the sensations that I had long forgotten. The last time I was this intimate with a man was more than a year ago. Pushing those thoughts away, I decided that since I was anyway going to hell, why not go satisfied.

I muttered something about it not being fair that I was practically naked when he was fully dressed. He responded by pulling back and flipping us over so that now I was sitting on top of him. I leaned in and traced the column of his throat, feeling his throat move as he swallowed. The top two buttons were already open, making it easy for me to deal with the others. Once his shirt was fully open, I finally was able to touch his chest. Oh, what I would have given to be able to see. Tony obviously took care of himself. Under a light matting of hair was a body of pure muscle. My hands stroked his broad, well defined torso. He sighed almost contently.

I kissed his neck, nipping at the tender flesh with my teeth. His approving groan reverberated through me, encouraging me to do it more. I trailed kissed downwards, marvelling at the way I was making this man react. At his nipples I paused and gave them extra attention. I tugged at them with my teeth, making him groan again. I went lower and lower until I was there.

I fumbled a little with unfastening his pants. He thankfully saw my struggle and did the job himself. The only thing separating us now was our underwear. The hard lines of his body felt amazing against my soft curves. I was marvelling at how utterly perfect he felt under me, when he flipped me onto my back again.

After that, I was a quivering mess. Everything he did to me was intense, bringing me to a high I did not know existed. Every touch was heady, every lick intense. His taste lingered in my tongue.

Our moans and gasps and groans were the only sounds in the room. He was the perfect combination of wild and gentle. And when he finally went over the edge, he took me along with him. It was the best sex of my life. If I didn't have Brandon to worry about, I would seriously reconsider accepting payment from him.

As we lied there slowly regaining our breaths, I thought about the implication of what I had just done. If this came out… I did not even want to think about it.

Before I could worry more, Tony took my hand into his.

"Thank you. That was… just wow!"

I smiled, wondering if it was a good idea to say, "Right back at ya!".

I settled for a quiet, "I know." When he didn't say anything, I said, "It was incredible."

I could almost hear him grinning.

Heellllloooooooooo!

How was it? How was it? How was it?

This is the first time I've EVER written smut, so I'm pretty sure I made some mistakes. Sooorrryyyy!

Please let me clarify something. Waves of Ember will not be just about sex. In fact, I don't see any sex scenes coming in the next few chapters. (Sorry if I have disappointed anyone!)

In the next chapter we'll get to see more of Brandon and Bella's life, and also a little more about what got her in this 'sticky situation'.*hehe*

If you're as excited as me for the next chapter, please let me know! Corrections are always welcome.

Until next time,

Adieu, my beautiful readers!