Disclaimer:Stephanie Meyer created the twilight universe. The following story is in use of her property not intending to set flames.
29/09/2013
At first I smashed our lips together, loving the roughness after the fuck we've just had but it eventually morphed into a more sustained rhythm as his tongue poked out to play and coaxed my throbbing lips to open.
Edward's arms rested on the bed by his sides and the only link between him and I was our mouths, teethes, tongues and chins and the occasional nose bump into each other.
Because of that, my body demanded more contact from him, already forming an attachment to my boss in every sense of the world.
First I allowed my hands to rest of each side of his hips, feeling for the dips and hardened curves, giving him a small squeeze. Edward groaned into my mouth and bitten down on my bottom lip and scrunched the cotton bed sheets underneath his fingers. Slowly I moved up his sculptured sides and worked my way across his chest towards the buttons of his shirt and popped them open one by one leisurely.
I chased his lips and deepened our kiss with my tongue as I finally entered his mouth and explored his territory and played with his tongue as he met me in the middle.
When his torso skin was finally available for the taking, I dipped my fingers on the surface with the lightest touch and stroked several areas at once.
Then, hoping to take him by surprise I plastered my naked skin to his naked skin and locked my arms around his neck and drove into his mouth with a moan due to the unplanned meeting of one nipple to another's other nipple.
Feeling the discomfit from the constraints of my garments, I removed my pantyhose and panties, landing them to the floor next to the bed.
Next, I relieved Edward from similar confinement and unbuckled his belt from his waist which much have previously dug into his skin due to the strange angle he was half sitting and half laying in. I stripped his dress pants from the top to the bottom and gently landed those onto the floor along with the discarded socks.
"Come back to me." Edward commanded from his position and looked at me with his stormy eyes.
I made my way back to his body and kissed a trail up to his neck, never nibbling, never sucking because he was not mine to mark. Just kisses and licks.
Finally Edward initiated contact and spread the insides of his hands on my back and held me close to him, shoulder to shoulder and my hands made their way to the dimples in his hips, loving the dips and tighter muscles near that area, nearer to his naval.
I take his manhood in one of my hands and sat on the middle of his thigh and began to stroke him whilst simultaneously kissing his plumped lips and our moans mixed together for an immeasurable amount of time.
In due time Edward's cock was ready to take me again and I found a condom in Edward's pant pockets lying on the floor.
I tore the packet open and slipped the protection over his throbbing and slightly angry looking manhood, but it wasn't long before I slid myself down on his length and my pussy accommodated the intruding cock.
My hands stabilised my motion and my body by planting themselves on Edward's shoulders whilst Edward cupped my buttocks with his big warm hands, also helping me over his cock with his strong arm muscles, contracting simultaneous near where our limbs met.
I dipped my head which allowed my hair to shield me and form a curtain to hide my face, focusing on watching where we joined and trying to do a better job at increasing speed and friction.
Unable to keep up with the building tension in my virginal muscles, I reached one hand down and rubbed myself out an orgasm.
In my orgasm induced haze, I landed most of my torso onto Edward, and only two things were clear to me; one, Edward's left nipple and my right nipple met again and it was a delicious sensation, secondly, Edward's hands were all over my ass and whilst I dragged out the movements of my hips to meet the needs of my post orgasm state, Edward continued thrusting his hips in smaller but more frantic rhythm and he finally found his release whilst he introduced me to another with the vibrations of his shaking erection.
When we caught up our breath and Edward's penis became flaccid, I reached for some tissue on the bedside table and removed the uncomfortable rubber over Edward's cock and cleaned him up and pulled the duvet from under to cover up most of his body.
I hopped off the bed and discarded the used condom with its previous precedent and went into the en-suit toilet to pee and clean myself up.
When I came out of the bathroom, I was expecting Edward to be asleep but he laid lazily on his stomach and one side of his attractive face on the pillow and watched me move from the bathroom door towards the side of the bed.
I kept his eye contact and sauntered onto the rug resting right next to the bed by his side and sat down on the floor near him.
Eventually, like a sleepy child Edward fought against sleep but after a little struggle with heavy eye lids, he fell asleep.
With that, I was finally given a quiet moment to contemplate over the events of the evening and its consequences.
I was going to have breakfast in the morning. May be bacon, with maple syrup and may be pancakes. I was going to pay back the bank some loans. I could afford one or two month's worth of rent. My bills will be paid up to date again.
My eyes averted up to my Edward and saw his eyebrows scrunched up together, almost as if he was contemplating over something in his dreams.
I didn't need to move homes, not from a half decent area to a rough area. I needn't be scared of going home at night to an aggressive community.
But now I was dirty. Unethical and lost all self respect for myself.
The evidence was leaking out of my opening for god's sake! How could I ignore the shame I brought onto myself!
Uncomfortable by the juice leaking out of me, I searched for my panties lying in a bundle with my pantyhose next to me on the rug and thread my legs just into my panties to put them on to cover me up and protect the rug from my filth.
I couldn't regret some of the pleasure Edward gave me, because it had been long since I was with a man. But the deal we've made. It was not something I could look back on. I hated it.
I wished I could be good enough and brave enough to leave that heavy bundle of hundreds there for Edward to take back later on when he woke up. But I knew all of it was going to be deposited into my bank account, eventually, save for a couple of hundreds which I could use for some groceries.
But you've not earned for yourself. You're using these money for them, your parents.
Tears ran down my cheeks and I wanted to climb into a hole and die alone. I scrunched myself together and sobbed into the bed.
But after all of the adrenaline and rush of orgasms I slowly fought against sleep, but sleep won and I was engulfed in the comforting darkness of being unconscious. Seeking redemption somewhere else in the recess of my brain where my logic and self judgements were covered up by a haze of fog. Dreams were a good form of escape.
"Isabella... Isabella... Isabella..." A firm but gentle shake woke me from tiredness.
"Come onto the bed." Edward commanded and lifted me onto his side.
He settled the warm duvet around me and held me in his arms.
Just as quickly I was woken up I was back to sleep.
Next time I woke up Edward was not in bed.
I dismissed the discomfort of his unannounced departure and fell back to sleep.
Sometime later the door opened and I opened my eyes to check that Edward was coming back in.
He laid back onto the bed and stared into my eyes.
I fell deeper into my pillow and closed my eyes again.
Was he feeling the guilt as I did?
No, he was the one who suggested it. He was the almighty Edward Masen. He was a good successful cold blooded businessman, before this night he would have calculated every possible outcome of the situation; his satisfaction, my performance, the feelings and the risks.
You're thinking too much Bella, go to sleep .I told myself.
Then, room service rang for the morning call.
Edward reached for the phone off its hook whilst on his belly and answered it, making the shrilling noise to go away. He politely greeted the person at the other end and answered a few standard morning call questions, when asked about breakfast, Edward nudged me gently on my shoulders and I mellowly shook my head in reply. When the brief call was ended he replaced the device back to its hook and slumped onto the bed and his face planted first into the pillow.
A few minutes of peace later, Edward and I simultaneous sat up on the bed and rubbed the sleep out of our eyes.
"Morning." Edward's raspy voice was alluring, even in the morning.
"Morning." I turned to look at him.
There was a pregnant pause. Until Edward took charge of the situation the same way he did in the board room in front of a group of elite business men.
"Last night was a deal. Think nothing of it and continue as normal in office." Edward ordered.
"Yes sir." I met with his eyes and peered into the Lush green jungle, admiring the certainty in them.
Edward was a man of lethal danger and high intelligence. He was brought up to be a refined man and since he was young he was shaped to be person of great importance.
For him to take the risk of taking me to bed and jeopardy his reputation was not something I thought of when I first got interviewed to take on his secretary role.
As the moment slipped away from us, my hand held the sheets to cover my modesty- though I had nothing to hide from him anymore- and got out of bed to get ready for the day.
I wasn't very sure on what to do next, I knew what I needed to do when I was to pleasure my boss, but I didn't exactly plan far ahead so to contemplate how I should act on the morning after. I was reluctant over the deed to begin with. I didn't want to sell my body.
But I picked up every piece of my clothing, bunched them up in my fist near my chest and headed through the doors into the living quarters.
Suddenly I was foolish and cried.
I need to cry my heart out, but I couldn't do that when Edward was in the room behind me. I shook my head and ran towards the sofa where the rest of my stuff were. I dressed myself and made sure everything was extra secure- making sure that every part of me was covered and can not be seen by the world when I'll eventually get out of the hotel suite.
When I was done and was reassured by myself, I folded the duvet to leave it on the coffee table and left.
Outside of the hotel, I hailed for a cab and went straight to my apartment. Nothing was going to make me regret this. What I did last night was not myself. I could forget about it and move on. I had to move on.
That was what I told myself in the cab.
Until the vehicle stopped outside my apartment complex and I took out the bundle of bills Edward tucked at me last night. The money I needed in order to pay the fare.
The driver eyed my bundle and gave me a dirty look.
He knew exactly what I was up to late night.
All the fucking clues were there.
He picked me up in the early hours of morning outside an expensive hotel, I was holding a bundle of bills that I must have made in one of those fancy hotel rooms, I didn't take a shower so he could probably smell the stink of sex- I knew I could.
One conclusion: I fucked a wealthy man for a hell lot of money.
He didn't know however, I fucked my very wealth boss for a hell lot of money, I was very starved to death, I was not going to spend the money on a new pair of Jimmy Choo and I was going to send most of these money back to England where I'll never see this bundle of money ever again.
I diverted my eyes away from him and was thankful for my initiative to cover myself better, I felt more shielded knowing that no hickey was in sight and my lips were not swollen for him to see.
When he was satisfied that I gave him the right money for the fare I fisted my coat closer together, grabbed my bag and stepped out onto the pavement and headed my way back into my flat.
Once I was in, I started the coffee machine and pretended everything was the same in the morning routine apart from the part where I entered into my routine from the front door opposite to my usually bedroom room direction. It was easier to pretend everything was normal than trying to forget.
Focusing on the present and normal meant my mind was occupied with following routine routes and I didn't need to try to suppress any memories because I was focused on being normal.
Today at work I would be normal, as I will continue to do for the rest of my days- I would be professional and grit my teeth through this.
Now fully awake and dressed for work I gave the apartment a final sweep with the eye and was satisfied that everything was normal- nothing out of the place or out of the ordinary.
I took my bag and stepped out of my apartment, feeling grateful that I could grab some breakfast on my way to work.
Everything in the office was also normal, the way I left it yesterday when my guilt didn't consume me.
Files and papers were in order, the paper tray was piling up with the 'Ins', lots of documents laid on my table ready for me to sort them out and Mr Masen's appointment book was still as it was. Nothing was out of place and let's not let last night's memory come shrouding the work in the office.
Self pity aside, work began.
Edward Masen was an aloof businessman, he strive for independence and integrity. Everything under his direct management was never left half done or done half heartedly. He had an anal approach to everything. Everything had to be impeccable and immaculately executed.
Perhaps one of the reasons why Edward had so much need to achieve perfection and faultless operations was from the fact he came from one of the most well known family, not only in America but also in the world.
There was aristocrat blood from both his family, it was believed that there was some Spanish royal blood from Mr Masen's mother and then it was also rumoured that Mr Masen Senior's great grandfather was a Russian president in his life time. Those were some of the samples that circulated about Mr Masen's heritage. Though I doubt Mr Masen has had a Russian great great grandfather, the name Masen is not even Russian.
Constant analyses made by heritage experts were hard to keep up.
One thing for sure was that the Masen heritage was enriched by royal blood, power and aristocracy, the complete profile unknown but the Masen family was not one to flaunt their family tree.
With that sort of background it was not hard to guess the amounts of pressure placed on Mr Masen's shoulders, be it outspoken pressure or inexpressive pressure.
Mr Masen did use his family connections and money to build his empire, but nothing else was handed to him; no estates and no readymade companies. Everything under Edward Masen's empire was made using family connections and financial investment- but another rumour has it that it was Mr Masen's inheritance money from his uncle.
"Morning." Mr Masen's deep voice split through the cloud.
I immediately sat up straighter and replied.
"Morning Mr Masen."
"What is my schedule like this morning?"
"Board meetings from half nine to half ten Sir..." I continued to rumble on about his meetings and absentmindedly sought out his appointment book to check that everything I recall was correct. "...right until half past one when you'll have forty minutes for lunch. Should I order any refreshments to take you through the morning until your late lunch Mr Masen?"
I looked to him to read his orders.
He gave the refreshments a thought and shook his head.
"No, I'll be fine thank you Isabella. No need for refreshments apart from some coffee from time to time will be great. When my lunch begins can you come into my office please? Thank you." He nodded his head in thanks and headed into his office.
I was going to be normal and act like a professional secretary. Mr Masen helped me out in my times of need and I was going to repay him further with professionalism and continue to be an efficient secretary, if not more.
Mr Masen stayed in there until he came out for his string of morning meetings which I accompanied him to take down the minute details. When those meetings were over, Mr Masen headed back into his office to take an international conference call to settle an important affair in Europe.
I was grateful that the day began with mad meetings and conferences which didn't allow me the time to dawdle and think of inappropriate thoughts whilst I was in work hours.
But his call for me to meet him in his office at lunch was making me anxious.
I was scared of the consequences of my actions from the night before. He did assure me that I wouldn't be sacked for it, but how much could I trust him? Some men are known to going back on their words, not that I had known Mr Masen to do so, but why would he want me in his office when he told me in the morning to pretend nothing has happened and carry on as normal? I was not daft enough to assume that he called me in to discuss business or work; he would have spoken his mind there and then. The only thing that could be discussed otherwise would be about our night together.
So much for being normal.
By the time lunch for Mr Masen had arrived I had been to the bathroom to refresh myself and back at my desk ready to face him off.
Mr Masen opened the door and invited in me when he saw that I remained at the desk working as I waited until he summoned in.
"Take a seat." He said and gestured when I stood stiffly behind his chairs.
I broke out from the stiffness for a second or two before resuming the posture in the seated position.
"I want last night again." His eyes peered through his hands whist his elbows laid on the top of the table. He wanted sex again.
"I know I said everything is to resume to normal this morning, that is because I don't want to lose you in your position here at the office. And if you are still in need of the money, you'll have more money." He declared out loud and clearly.
If given the chance to have sex again with Edward again, I wouldn't hesitate, even for free. But when talked about the part involving the money, I felt dirty. That would be further prostitution if I agreed. But at the same time Mr Masen located my weakness and went straight for the kill. I needed money, more than what I got from last night.
And he knew exactly that.
"What is your answer Isabella?"He asked expectantly.
I puffed out my chest and turned my nose up. "Yes sir, I would like that."