Hey guys, I'm sorry about my lack of updates. I was struggling with a bout of writers block and couldn't remember my password for FanFic. Such a fail on my part. But I haven't forgotten about you guys, so here it is.
Also wanted to mention that I'm aware that they got on the plane at night, leaving from Seattle. And it's gonna be night (early evening) when they arrive in New York. I'm sorry if that isn't correct, I'm not good with time zones. So, just roll with it.
Chapter Eight - Sunshine Days?
I walked into HIS office, my head held high. He seemed to detect weakness and prey on it, using it along with his charm and sexy face. God, ugh.. And what a sexy face it is. Well you see, in this case my weakness is actually the fact I'm sexually repressed. HE has been holding out on me and refusing to make me cum because I'm "naughty" and "in need of a spanking". His words, not mine.
"Miss Swan, please come in". Sexy as fuck voice too.
Shutting the door behind me, I was suddenly pinned against the glass window that was between all the workers desks and his office. My breath steaming up the glass, where the blinds hadn't met to cover it.
"Why did you choose today to wear, THAT dress?". His hips pushed against my ass with each word, making me very aware of the huge bulge that had taken place in his fitted suit pants as he gestured towards the dress I'd chosen to wear. A 2 in 1 style dress in black and white with an extreme plunging neck line.
I had to admit my boobs did look good in it.
"I'm not sure what you are on about, Mr Cullen."
He let out a low growl in my ear before pinning my hands together, behind my back and pulling me towards his desk, using his arm to clear the files off of it.
He pressed at my lower back, silently commanding me to bend. I refused, knowing what was going to happen next.
"Isabella, do as I command."
I did as he asked, not wanting to make my punishment worse than I was already most likely going to recieve. I could feel his fingers tracing up my legs, closer to the promised land. My panties grew wetter with every inch his fingers covered.
A small whimper escaped my lips as his hand flipped the skirt of my dress up, exposing my bare white flesh and the barely there thong I'd worn especially for him.
"Who said you could wear panties, Miss Swan?".
Shit!
"Please don't ruin them, sir! They are my favourite.. Mmmm fuck."
His fingers brushed along the wetness that had gathered along my slit.
"Should have thought of that when choosing to wear them this morning, Honey."
Snap.
His teeth grazed against the bare flesh of my ass cheek, letting out a muffled groan and something that I couldn't understand about my ass.
"I'm not gonna punish you, Bella. I think snapping those panties was enough." I nodded my head in agreement.
Edward slipped his fingers along my slit again, parting my lips with his two thumbs. I could feel his nose brush against my clit along with his upper lip.
Mmmm, someone forgot to shave today.
I could feel word I couldn't even understand fall out of my mouth as he parted his lips with his tongue, darting it out across my swollen clit.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking good."
I could feel my body shake as it got closer to orgasm, one that I'd been dying to have all day.
My name fell from his tongue parted lips several times, taunting me. Making me want to cum even more.
...
My eye lids fluttered open, only to be met by the eyes of a cute blonde air hostess. My tired eyes roamed her chest for a name tag.
Oh, her name was Tanya.
I heard a male clear their throat behind us.
Ah, Edward. Jealous much?
"Miss, it's time to buckle your seatbelt, we are about to land."
I nodded my head, letting out a inward sigh. I couldn't wait until we landed, just to get to our hotel and have sometime to eat. I'm sorry, I know the flight attendants try their hardest but airline food is, Crap! I refuse to eat something that is marketed at chicken soup but smells like clam chowder. Ick.
I reached for my checkered red shirt, blindly slipping my right arm in and struggling to find the left sleeve.
"Would you like some help, Miss Swan?". Edward sneered unhelpfully at me.
"No". I bit back.
I fumbled for the next few minutes, before finally being able to put it on. I let out a huff, clasping my belt around my waist.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to descend into JFK Airspace, make sure you have fastened your seat belts and remain seated during this time."
I leaned my head against the head rest. Letting out a sigh. It's gonna be a long day.
Later..
I picked my luggage off of the carasol, noticing the distinct bright ribbon tied around the handles. A sudden wave of nostalgia passed across my body. Oh yeah, my dad bought me that. You know, back when he wasn't a douche.
I was glad that the hotel we were going to had Internet. Angela had given me the low down on everything I needed to know. I was still a little unsure, the company had made the reservations for both me and Edward.
Apparently the hotel was in prime location and owned by some fancy buttsucker. Yes, I did just say buttsucker. Haha.
"Did you just say buttsucker?" Turning to face Mr Cullen, I gave him funny look. Had I said that out loud.
"Yes, you did." Again? Shit. The cock bastard gave me a smirk.
Walking infront of him, I secretly prayed that I wouldn't fall flat on my ass. That would be embarrassing. But totally justifiable because of all the pele rushing past me, obviously late for their flights.
I almost jumped ten feet in the air when someone decided to link arms with me and drag me to the sidelines. I fought the urge to scream that I was being kidnapped when I realised it was Edward. Yes Bella, get your boss arrested...
"What are you doing?" I growled at him.
"This is where the door is. You were walking towards the toilets. And there was a kid in front of you, he was about to trip you up."
Inconsiderate little brats.
"What if I need a pee?".
"You can wait."
"I'm on my period."
"Evidently."
I huffed. What an asshole. My hotel room better have a mini bar. And yes, I'm charging it to Mr Cullens business account.
El soles (I don't even know what that means), apparently hadn't received two reservations and the manager had apparently thought me, ugh.. and Edward, were married. Yes, because I'm totally Mrs Isabella Cullen. Oh, how I wish I was...
Where the fuck did that come from?
"Look here lady, there is no fucking way I am sharing a room with that." My finger pointed to where Edward was standing talking to some blonde bitch.
"For fuck sake, he think's I'm sleeping with his father. - I'm not. He's married. Although, for an older man, very attractive. He called me a slut, I mean how do you think I.. I'm gonna manage this, please explain to me? How I am supposed to live with that for a week. And share a bathroom. Ugh, he may walk in on me showering, or worse. naked."
"Maybe you are a slut."
"That's all you too from that, argh!".
I was hyperventilating at this point. And yes, tears were definitely streaming down my face. Sue me, I was emotional.
"Rebecca, I'm sure that the company booked a suite for me?."
She nodded over excitedly, typical woman.
"I'm sorry, Mr Cullen. I need to get back to Miss Bitch over here." She whispered in her nasally voice. Holy fuck, was that bitch talking about me.
"Excuse me, you slut bag. Maybe if you did your job, instead of flirting with some of the most respected men here. You wouldn't be a check in girl."
"I do do my job..." I snorted. I'm not sure if it was the fact she said "do do." Or that her voice had gotten even more higher yet more nasally at the same time.
"Rebecca, I suggest you do your job. Miss Swan, is though very highly of by my parents, I'm sure you've heard of them, Carlslile Anthony Cullen and Esme Elise Cullen. Your boss, Mr Graham? is very fond of them."
She visibly gulped.
"Yes, Mr.."
Edward again linked arms with me, dragging me away from the mother fucker, who was about to be laid out flat and bitch slapped.
The Elevator ride was slow, Edward was still grasping my arm. I assumed he was afraid of lifts, so decided to leave him. I really didn't want to upset him.
Guessing we were at the top floor, I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my shirt. Yup, as I thought, several missed calls - from Alice. Of course, who were you expecting some.. Very sexy man? God, I wish.
I heard the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening, looking down I couldn't find my bag anywhere and the comforting grasp of Edward had gone.
"Bella, I've got it. Lets go to the room..."
Something I just wanted to clear up, that Esme and Carslile are Edward's aunt and uncle, not his birth parents. When Edward was ten years old, his Birth mother (Esme's sister) Elizabeth Olivia Masen found out she was pregnant, after a complicated pregnancy she hemmoraged and passed away. Anthony Patrick Masen, unable to live with his life without his wife, he committed suicide. Leaving Edward and his new sister, Rosalie to their aunt, who was unable to have children.
Another thing, I'd like to mention. Is that, somewhere down the line of this story I'm hoping to edit, A LOT! And possibly publish it, with the obvious name changes. I have decided that I will leave this fanfiction up when and if, that time comes.
