Friday was coming to an end and I was just finishing up my report. I had fired three people today, and while we were short staffed, at least those that remained were competent. I had just printed it off and was going through a stack of applications when I heard a knock at my door.
"Mr. Cullen? It's getting late and everyone's gone. Do you have that weekly for me to proof?"
I looked up to see my angel in a red silk blouse, black pencil skirt, and matching fuck me pumps. Her eyes were swirling in color and her lips were cherry colored. She looked good enough to eat.
"Yes, Isabella it's right here." I answered as I handed it to her and went back to my applications. I had to focus on anything that wasn't her, just so I could keep my bearings.
She gave it a once over and handed it back. It was flawless, as usual. With a swift turn of her heel she made her way back to the door and I breathed a sigh of relief knowing she would be leaving soon. It wasn't easy to stay in control, but somehow I'd managed.
A minute later I heard my door slam and the lock click. Bella was back in my office, but now she had a roll of duct tape with her, and something else that I couldn't see. Her eyes were different this time. They seemed frozen, and tinted with a slight hint of red. In this moment my Bella looked nothing like the Angel I'd known her to be.
"Don't move Edward Cullen." She said, her voice harsh, cold. I look to see what was in the hand she'd raised and my eye caught on the gleam of a blade. Bella had a knife.
I sat frozen in my seat as she approached, having never been this terrified in my life, and watched in shock as she roughly grabbed my right arm and taped it securely to the seat of my office chair then followed it with my left. One last piece was ripped off and placed over my mouth. I cringed as it caught my stubble.
"You will not move unless I tell you to. If you value your life you will do exactly as I say. That night you raped me you told me to keep my eyes down. You told me not to look at you. Tonight, I want you to never take your eyes off me. You will watch every minute, you understand?"
I nodded in fear as she removed my tie, ripped open the buttons of my shirt and traced my chest with her soft hands. I couldn't help but be turned on, and I didn't understand how I could be so scared and so aroused at the same time.
She guided the tip of her knife down the center of my chest and traced my abs with the blade. I could feel it scrape against my skin but it wasn't hard enough to draw blood, just cool and metallic enough to send shivers down my spine. With one swift motion of her weapon, she popped the button of my slacks off and unzipped my pants harshly.
"You like this, don't you?" She asked, harshly. When I didn't respond she tugged painfully at the back of my hair with her free hand and held her knife to my throat.
"I asked you a question. You'd better fucking answer me." I nodded ashamedly and closed my eyes, tears filling them and chills racking my body. Is this what it was like for her? If so, then I deserved to be shot.
"Of course you do, you sick bastard. What did I tell you? Look at me you pathetic man, and don't take your eyes off me."
I forced my eyes open and watched as she undid the buttons of her shirt and let if fall off her milky white shoulders before she slid her skirt off. There she stood in a black bra and panty set, bordered in red lace and her fuck me pumps. I don't know if I'd died and gone to heaven or to hell.
She crouched on the ground in front of me before she ripped my pants off my body and ran the blade down the inside of my thigh, a swipe about two inches long. I cringed as it cut my skin. She licked the blood away from my cut and glanced up at me through her lashes before bringing the tip of the blade to her tongue and licking that clean too.
She cut the elastic band of my boxers and ripped them the rest of the off. My legs stung at the feeling, undoubtedly leaving red marks in the wake of the fabric.
"I've tried to forget, you know, and believe me, I'm very good at blocking out bad memories. Hell, it's not like it was the first time I'd been raped. You know, you see a lot of things when you grow up in the ghetto, and you see a lot more in foster care. But somehow, this just didn't sit well with me and for some reason I just couldn't. Fucking. Forget."
She cut the straps of her own bra and I watched in awe as they fell across her covered breasts. She unhooked the clasps at the back and lowered her panties until they pooled at her feet.
"So I figured, if I couldn't get over it, then I'd just have to get even."
She stepped out of her panties and closer to me, wearing nothing but those pumps.
"Mind you, this has only ever happened once before. That man wasn't as lucky as you are. He'll never be able to hurt any more girls ever again, if you know what I mean." She glanced down at my erect member and back to my eyes.
"I may have pulled a Lorena Bobbit in my day, but at least I was smart enough to finish the job and not get caught. But don't worry, you're much too pretty for that, Mr. Cullen. James was a vile and disgusting man. You just need to be taught a lesson."
She sauntered over to me and placed herself in my lap, running her folds along the underside of my cock before she lifted herself up and sank down on to me. It was the most bittersweet torture I'd ever endured as she raised up again and slammed herself back down on me, gripping my shoulders with her hands, nails sinking into my skin.
She continued to ride me, her head thrown back in pleasure, as she produced the most delicious moans. I could tell she was close when her walls started to flutter around me. She leaned forward and rolled her hips, hitting a new angle and I growled. She rocked in pleasure, I came inside her as she bit my neck, hard. I yelped through the tape.
She laid, spent on my chest for an immeasurable amount of time and I wished desperately to stroke her hair, but my hands were trapped to the chair.
She finally stood up and put her clothes back on. She walked over to me one last time and slapped me across the face. It was going to leave a mark, as were the bite and the cut on my thigh. She cut off the tape and ripped it from my mouth.
I never took my eyes from hers as she watched me dress, perched on the corner of my desk, playing with the blade of her knife.
She gathered the rest of her things and I waited for her at the door of my office, watching as she casually folded her coat over the arm holding her suitcase.
She gave me one last glance and out eyes caught. She stood there, stiff, and I resisted the urge to grab her and hold her. Just before she turned and walked out the door, I looked her dead in the eye and spoke the one thing I knew to be true.
"I'm in love with you, Bella Swan."
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