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30/04/2014
Scanning through the list of items, I mentally summed up the total and cringed when the numbers matched the ones on the laptop screen.
I was buying lingerie. For Mr Masen- viewing pleasure that is.
Now that there were sufficient amount of money in the bank again, I can not be seen with my ratty collection of underwear anymore. At least not near Mr Masen.
He didn't give his opinion about my choice of bra and panties so far, but I wanted the best of everything for him.
There was nothing wrong wanting him to find me sexy. I told myself.
Without another second of hesitation I pressed the checkout button. I quickly entered my card details and checked that I had the electronic receipt in my email inbox as soon I finished the transaction.
It was a good feeling- being able to do another thing for Mr Masen, whether that to be in the office or in our hotel room. My whoring self-consciousness spoke less loudly when I could defend myself with my dedicated actions.
The help I received from him was legitimately hard earned and deserving.
We had our own hotel room now, I even have a copy of the key card in my handbag. Every time we met, I made it there early and got everything ready and waiting for him. Seeing the satisfied smile on his lips at the end of a hardworking week stroked my ego immensely.
My time and concentration seemed to give us both a smug contentment, sensing the well-going of our agreement.
In no time at all, Mr Masen had our contract's second version drawn up. They were signed and sealed with a copy we each kept separately. The copy I kept went straight into the jar I had previously saved the pounds and pennies, now safely hidden into the corner of my cupboards.
Around the same time I received one of the most crucial emails in my life; Shelley and Geoffrey's hospital confirmed that there was a hospital transfer application on pending. I remember staying awake into three AM in the morning, waiting to call the hospital and personally confirm the transfers and gave them permission to do so. They promised that the relevant paperwork will be sent straight away and should reach me within a few days. Within a week, everything was signed and sent on the way back to England.
The swift progress was surely under Mr Masen's connections and influences, otherwise, it should have taken more than a few weeks and may be months before all of the paperwork could have been processed and approved.
It was generous of him, being so considerate to help me to such extent. Perhaps it was naive of me to view it as an act of goodness, but he could sent money and left it, yet he helped the process and got things done for me.
It was as simple as placing an order easily finished by the elites working for him and around him, something that was inaccessible for someone like me- a simple worker.
That's why pressing the confirm button was worth it.
I needed to show my gratification through my actions, and if packaging myself with something for his sexual pleasure was going to please him, I would do it hundred times over.
The first weekend when I wore the first set of my collection, much time were spent getting me undressed and I showered him with too much kisses and attention. He didn't complain, instead, was appreciative of the extra attention.
From his intrigue and happy smile, Mr Masen appeared to have liked the not-so-ratty lingerie. It made me want to spoil him, make him feel like a kid in a candy shop. If I was sexy enough for him, I would like him to feel so.
"I've got a gift for you." He murmured just as I was going to pass out into sleep.
"Mmm...?" I mumbled, too sated.
"..you know tomorrow...night." A small kiss on laid on my forehead.
Coaxing me into his arms and securing me into his comfort.
Edward was a very caring partner during intimacy. He never rushed or sought pleasure only for himself. He was seasoned, experienced- whenever he held me, talked to me and looked at me I felt respected. There was nothing worse than a partner being insensitive when it came sex.
I woke up like a contented kitty in Edward Masen's arms. Wishing for a few more seconds to feel as contented, before the world had to carry on again.
"You awake?" Edward whispered softly.
"Yeah." I wanted to nod and kiss his chest but refrained.
Whilst I wanted to show him how much I could shower on him, I didn't want him to suspect me to be crossing the boundary. The invisible and intangible thing called love.
It wasn't love that I felt for him, rather, I didn't love him like that. But adoration, dedication and obsession sometimes come across as love. He had warned me not to fall for him, and indeed I had not done so yet- what if he thought I did?
It was becoming difficult to want to satisfy his need for affection but at the same time show him that I knew my place. He liked it when I showed how much I craved him and how much I'm addicted to him, at the same time, I can not contradict myself and remain at a visible distance.
Edward liked it when things were affectionate between us. So I needed to keep it up and show him that things can be affectionate. From the inside, I'll always remind myself that and nothing more. That I am thankful and like the things he did to my body- none of this was for any big picture. It was for his pleasure and satisfaction only. Until the day he didn't want me anymore, I'll remain well behaved by his side.
If anything, he treated me almost like a pet whenever we were alone together.
For my own selfish reason, I liked showering him with attention as well.
My handful of relationships in the past was never truly intimate. Most of the times together with my previous boyfriends were superficial and uncomfortable. When they started to talk about families and the future, alarm bells ring inside of my head like thunder and I try to break up as soon as I find any opening.
Relationship was not for people who are reluctant and reserved. I always told myself.
Eventually people part and never hear from each other again.
With Mr Masen, I try not to consider when things are considered overly affectionate, or to what extent should I have shown affection. Concentrating on only giving him the truest form of reactions but ignored the thoughts I had in my head.
Thoughts that never stop associating things together. Just because we gazed each other didn't mean falling in love- it was adoration. If we kissed a long kiss it didn't mean we were in love- the moment was just right. Pouring emotions in my actions didn't mean I loved him that way- I was doing my best to give the best to him.
Just because it was defined by other people didn't automatically mean love was the case.
It could be love, but of a different type- the type that didn't leave someone clingy and needy. More like the type that was glad to have loved and be loved- but perfectly happy to let it go one day. They can move on because they're happy to have had the joys of experiencing it. The ending didn't matter as long as they were true to their feelings at one point. Being brave enough to show it and to share it.
There was also something about him that I didn't trust and can't give myself to him like that.
"Where did you go?" He asked.
I stared blankly at him, suddenly aware that I was thinking too hard on something invalid at that moment.
"Tired." I shrugged.
"Will you be okay?" His brows crossed in the smallest fraction out of concern, I wanted to reach up and sooth his furry brows.
"Yeah, don't worry." I smiled.
"Let's get you some breakfast." He reached for the phone and ordered the full works for breakfast.
~TS~
"I'll be going to England for a business trip, join me?" He asked as we were half way through eating.
You fucking kidding me?
I was dumbstruck and needed confirmation.
"You're asking me to go on a business trip with you to England?" I asked disbelievingly.
"Yes I am."
"Can I go and visit my parents?"
"Yeah, we'll have to set off very soon though, else we wouldn't be able to fit everything in." He said.
Things went quickly from there.
In the next hour we were at the airport and waiting to board the plane.
The flight took off on time and we arrived in London at midnight on the same day.
With his messenger bag strapped onto a shoulder and his coat hanging on the same arm, Mr Masen reached for me with his other hand. When his fingers touched mine, he laced them together. A small tug moved me into his direction as he guided us toward the plane's exit.
I felt like a doll as he guided me through the two airports. Everything was so fast, on the spot and almost spontaneous. I wasn't accustomed to this in my life.
Going through the customs were almost surreal.
Last time I came back to the UK was when Shelley and Geoffrey got into a coma. I dropped work for a week to come and visit them in their vegetable coma. This time will be much like the last time.
"Are you okay?" Edward asked, starring into my eyes.
"Yeah." I replied in assurance. "Are we really here in Britain?"
Everything looked the same, the layout, the uniforms and even the smell. But did I really just get back to UK on a first class ticket?
Mr Masen chuckled a little.
"Sure."
"Okay." I tried to pretend that nothing was weird or out of place. Nothing was weird- it was more a overwhelming feeling. That's why I was feeling out of place.
Deep breaths, take deep breaths. I told myself.
"I'm going to fetch a luggage cart. Wait for me here, won't be long." He let me know before unlacing our hands and headed for the area with all of the carts.
Before long Mr Masen tote our bags into the same cart and we made our way out of the airport.
We settled in one of the hotels surrounding London Heathrow airport and caught up with the time difference, deciding to go for room service and sleep.
The whole occurrence was a whirlwind of fantasy; things didn't go that smoothly in life. Surely not. Yet it happened, and I was in the middle of it. Enjoying the pleasant side of it rather than fearing the brunt end of it.
I didn't belong in this world.
Unbelievable. I chanted again and again as I closed my eyes, counting the seconds before I got to sleep.
Edward's roaming hands on my breasts registered in my mind the last thing before I was unconscious with sleep.
Someone's morning wood poked between my folds and I almost purred at the velvety sensation.
I thought I would have grimaced in response, considering my womanhood had been exercised so much more frequently these days.
Turned out, I was quite insatiable sometimes when I wasn't crying about being a whore.
Sex can be quite pleasurable with Edward Masen, it was hard to not want it when it was offered.
Being brave and bold, I reached down between us and took his cock in my hand, pumping it a few times to feel him and slicked him up with my juices.
Swiftly, I slipped him inside of me and we both groaned, melting into each other's limbs and torso.
"Fuck, Isabella."
I desperately wanted him to call me Bella, but it seemed wrong.
We locked our fingers together and I brought them to my lips, kissing his knuckles and placed them on my breasts, wanting the touch of him all over me.
Our hips slowly rocked and Edward positioned himself over me in a dominant position, picked up on his thrusting- going deeper.
Whilst his muscles flexed and contracted around me, my heart pulsed a little harder, feeling Edward's flesh against mine.
He pushed my hair to one side and started to kiss the exposed skin on my neck.
"Are you a sex addict?" I suddenly blurted out.
I felt his chest rumble with laughter and his rhythm slowing down, but he continued his thrusting.
"Perhaps, but no, I won't label myself as such, or as such extreme."
His hips picked their pace and he placed his hands on my hips, pulling me up onto all fours.
Fuck me. We hadn't been in this position for so long.
There's something about feeling the soft bed under my limbs instead of my back or belly or ass that makes my knees go even weaker than it goes in this position. My joints go more jelly-like and it makes my hips go faster- embarrassingly.
Edward stopeds his actions abruptly and I felt a loss of warmth when his manhood was pulled out of me. I nearly whimpered.
Just as I was going to roll over and see why I was cock blocked, his hand rested on my butt to keep me there.
"Stay there." Edward commanded and removed his hand.
There were shifting and dipping on the bed before I felt his hands palming my butt again.
"Lower yourself, until you feel my tongue, prop yourself up and don't sit on my face."
Oh my. I looked down between my thighs and saw that Edward's face was positioned just under where my pussy hung in mid air, waiting for me to lower myself.
When he saw no movement, he turned his face to see me. Making eye contact with me, he lifted one of his eyebrows.
Holy cow. Was that his dirty face?
One of his palms left my butt and smacked down hard.
The smack made me cough with whimper.
"Be a good girl Isabella."
I bit my lip hard and looked ahead of me.
That was... hot.
"That's a very bad move Isabella." He sounded stern and unimpressed.
Like a little frightened kitten coming out of hiding, yet knowing that I wasn't in deep trouble, I slowly looked backwards and saw that he had removed himself from his previous position.
His thighs were now spread eagle in an upside down V shape, his hard on saluting in the air proudly. His arms were crossed in the front of his chest and he stared expectantly at me.
Once again, like a frighten kitten, I turned myself to face him and curled into a submissive position.
Waiting for his next move was tensing.
He was a predator, unpredictable and ready to prowl.
My beating excited heart wanted me to look up into his eyes and watch his moves, but that was not an option. He would swat my butt hard for not behaving obediently again.
At the thought of the thrill, I felt another flood slowly running from my folds and down the inner side of my thighs. I shivered at the sensation on that delicate part of the skin.
Two fingers hooked under my chin and my brown eyes were brought up to meet with his domineering green eyes.
Looking at his flushed cheeks and wild eyes, I swallowed and allowed my eyes to soften. Silently begging for his forgiveness.
The hand with his two fingers slipped up my cheeks and held onto the hair behind my ears.
"You're a little slow at my order Isabella." He chided.
"Yes sir, I am. I'm sorry." I hung my head almost in shame.
"Don't you want to taste my tongue with your pussy?"
Fuck. My vaginal walls contracted a little in desperation.
I bit down on my bottom lip to quit from whimpering.
"Isabella?" Edward seemed unimpressed by my slow answer, but the tug at the corner of his lips told me he knew where exactly my mind had fluttered to a few seconds ago.
Bastard.
He eyed me biting my lips.
I quickly released my lip and hid my teeth. I could only do a timid nod to answer his question and felt a new flush of blush in my cheeks, forehead and ears.
"Beautiful." Edward commented.
My body wanted a retreat. His staring was becoming more intense by the minute- it suddenly felt like my posture wasn't sexy enough, my butt was not pert enough, my nipples weren't erect enough. My blush was too heavy, my eyes too wide, my knees too weak, my arms and elbows too shaky, everything of mine was not good enough for a man like him. But my kitty throbbed like a beating heart was there.
"Get on your back and touch yourself." He ordered as he left the bed.
I followed his order and laid myself down on the bed, my eyes glued to every one of his movements.
He settled on the armchair placed in the corner and touched his erection, palming it with his hand and with his fingers, he stroked up and down.
Edward Masen can stroke himself any day and many ladies will die happily watching him go at it.
His cock was masculine and his fingers were slim and very capable of making himself feeling pleasured.
The sight was unbelievable- my fingers wanted to replace his and touch his manhood. His glorious and proud manhood.
"You're staring Isabella."
His ministrations on himself slowed and warning was in his eyes. I was not being his obedient good girl again. My fingers were aching to be by his side but nowhere near my pussy.
And he caught me gaping.
Hastily my hand touched my clit and circled it. I didn't want to touch myself, I wanted him to replace my fingers with his so he could make me climax. I wanted my fingers on his angry looking manhood.
"In your pussy Isabella. In and out, just like how my fingers would have done."
My fingers obeyed him and followed the path down into my opening. The pads feeling the wetness of my walls and I whimpered, remembering how his own fingers caressed my walls.
"Out."
I drew them out.
"In."
In and hooked at an angle.
"Out."
Out.
"In."
In without hooking.
"Out."
Out.
"In."
In.
"Out."
Out.
"Faster."
My eyes closed as I imagined my fingers were his own. I was missing his show with his cock as my pace quickened, my walls clenching to feel more friction.
"Stop."
Please... I was so close.
Stopping abruptly I met his eyes. If I can stare at him murderously I would.
His hand went up and down his shaft in frantic and spasmed movements. Drawing out the length of his glorious shaft, firmly massaging his raging hard on. His face contorted with lust and he came.
A heavy spurt quickly followed by smaller spurts.
"Fuck." His head was tipped back, his muscles relaxed as he rode out of his post sexual bliss.
He covered his tip several times with the inside of his palm, spreading his released on the span of his palm.
"Come here Isabella." I did as he told immediately, standing next to him I waited for his next command.
With his clean hand he tugged me down by the hand and laid it on his thigh. He laced our fingers together and rubbed circles on me.
"Clean me up, use your tongue and your lips." He gestured to his stomach and cock using his eyes.
He lazily hung his seed filled hand on the other side of chair.
I got to work, listening to his appreciative sounds of encouragement.
His release was slowly trickling down the path of his abs, running near to his balls, but I caught it with the tip of my tongue. I glided myself upwards, collecting all of the wetness on the surface of his skin, rolled my tongue and swallowed. Looking up, Edward had his head tipped back again with his eyes closed.
Spotting the dripping on his cum-filled hand, I moved to his palm and started licking out of inside of his hand.
He gazed back at me and like the good girl he liked, I silently continued licking and kissing his skin until he was completely clean, no traces of his release was visible.
Then the bastard told me to get up and get dressed.
I was sexually frustrated.
My core was throbbing and nipples clearly erected when he dressed me in the cherry red lingerie set. His touch was fumingly arousing, but he didn't give me the real deal and ordered me not to get off in his absence.
When he told me he was going to take me to see my parents I forgot all of the unresolved tension and was grateful that he would do something like that for me.
We took a train from London to Warwick and Edward had a hired car ready for him to drive as we arrive at the station.
Despite living in America for most of the year and used to driving on the right hand side, Edward coordinated on the left sided traffic seamlessly and seemed at ease with his driving.
It was the first time I had an erotic viewing of his hands and fingers at work driving a car. The gear changes were smooth, accelerations were a purr, he easily turned the steering and the muscles on his thighs when he stepped down on the pedals were very noticeable under the soft material of his pants. I squirmed in the seat of the Mercedes.
Why did I ever reject his offers to drive me before?
It took a few calming breaths and a reminder of why we were there to get myself back to focus.
During my younger years, when I was adopted by Shelley and Geoffrey, we lived in the Stoneleigh village of Warwickshire. A quiet village with some age old heritage.
The hospital which they were recently moved to was at the other side of the county, close to Stratford.
The ride from the train station to the hospital didn't take long as we got off the train in the town's own station.
"I'll go to a close by cafe and wait, once you are done just give me a text or call me." Edward announced as the car arrived at the drop off point.
"Sure, and thank you so much."A lump stuck in my throat as I thanked him.
He didn't have to bring me with him on this trip, yet he did and there I was, just a few yards away from my adopted parents.
I wanted to kiss his knuckles and cheeks and everywhere I could reach to show my gratitude, but it wasn't appropriate. I quietly got out of the car and took my bag with me, waving to Edward as he sped away.
Savouring the moment, I smiled and headed towards the entrance and reception area.
"Hello, I'm here to visit my parents. Their names are Shelley and Geoffrey Cope."
"Hello there. May I take your name?"
"Isabella Swan, they're my adoptive parents, I'm currently the one paying their hospital bills." I quickly clarified. My surname was not the same as theirs and I didn't want to raise any unnecessary questioning.
"It's okay Miss Swan, it's here all here in the system." She smiled reassuringly.
"You'll need to get to the first floor, and follow the green arrow towards the end of the corridor. You'll then see a help desk, if you ask my colleagues stationed there they'll further assist you-" She pointed at the doors behind me to the right. "-you'll have to turn left and the elevators at just a few steps away."
I thanked the helpful receptionist and got to the first floor where the nurses there directed me to the correct room.
Inside, I saw Shelley and Geoff for the first time in well over a year.
It was peaceful inside apart from their life support machines- I was relieved to hear those noises. All of those paper works and bills from the hospital and the phone calls from my adopted brother didn't convince me that both Shelley and Geoffrey were alive.
But in that hospital room they looked like they were still there, living and breathing- through their machines.
The lecherous payments and draining phone calls seemed like a mirage of the falsehood. Something they came up with to trick me into paying for nothing. But standing there to witness the efforts of my hard work, there was a relief I didn't knew could be so soothing.
Shelley's short bob had grown to a longer length, her age defined wrinkles merged into the center of her face where it was covered by her mask.
Geoffrey was pretty much the same, his hair looked slightly groomed, shortened and the center of his face covered by the mask.
I pulled a chair into the space between the two beds and sat down. Looking back and forth at their machines, I wanted to spot patterns and study the meanings of the lines going on in the screen.
There wasn't much to speak of, so it was easy to just remain silent and just watch them.
Reminiscing my time with them I remembered a few things.
They were kind people with gentle souls. Despite being adopted parents, they were more like grandparents; instead of the stern stances, they treated me and my adopted brother in a dearly way.
The younger me was always hiding in my childhood bedroom, anxious to stay in there with anxiety issues far too great for a young person to be defined as normal. Shelley and Geoff never pushed me outside of my comfort zone or join in with the frantic party. Some people worried for when I would blow and do something dangerous, self-harming or harm someone else- they held their breath and waited for the moment that never came.
Shelley and Geoff stood by me and accepted me for my extreme introverted self.
For me and my adopted brother, they didn't define what we were allowed to do or not do, they always wanted us to make decisions we're comfortable with.
Though James, their adopted son, my adopted brother brought them many problems to deal with during his youth. Trouble with the police and neighbours- and even gangs on my last year with them before moving America.
"So the dumb Bell daughter finally returns." James, my adopted brother called from somewhere.
His voice was more gruff since the last time I heard from him, but it was his voice I recognised. It may sound heartless- but why was he here?
"How come you're showing your face now?" He asked.
"I'm here to see Shelley and Geoff." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Since when did you get back to this side of the pond?" He walked into the room, showing his natural dominance, at the same time he seemed more reserved.
"I'm here for a business trip with my boss, but since it's the weekend I get some time to myself to come here and visit."
"How come you got the money to move 'em here?"
"Nice to hear from you too James, how have you been?"
"How come you stopped sending me the money?"
"Now that they have transferred here, I don't think it's necessary to send the money to your account, I can pay the hospital just fine." I shrugged.
"Again, why you moved them here?"
"Better treatment." I tried pulling it off as nonchalantly as possible. Confessing to being whore wasn't a good way to go.
"Answer my question little dumb Bell. Why?"
"And I'll say it again, better treatment."I stood rigidly, facing him.
His face was aging; dryness and rough patches covered his skin, shaved beard with heavy roots, crabby eyes with red veins, dark circles and eye bags.
"Why didn't you go on about it with me first? I have the right too!" He exclaimed. Frustration clouding his eyes.
"I don't see why you would care for the difference."
James never cared, even in our phone calls I could tell from his tone of voice that he viewed taking care of things this end was a chore for him.
Why would he feel such objection ?
Deciding that enough was enough, I texted Edward to let him know I was ready to go.
The James I remembered was someone who uses abusive words and actions until he got what he wanted. I wasn't sure if that tendency of his had passed or stayed.
Even in the public eyes of the hospital, it would be a risk to assume that he won't do some damaging.
It was saddening to know that my time with these two kind people was coming to an end so soon.
May they wake up one day and finally be able to enjoy the rest of their days without the hospital machines.
I got up to Shelley and kissed her forehead, thanking her for the time she spent with teaching me how to cook. Then I moved to Geoff to give his hand a good squeeze, thanking him for being there for me when I needed it.
Then I made a beeline for door.
"Bye James." I quickly said.
"So now you're going to run away just because big brother is here? You stuck up cow." James commented, trying to grab onto my arm.
He succeeded by holding onto my limb like a vice and dragged me back away from the door by force.
"Get off me!" Panic was setting in, my heart rate accelerated preparing for my fight or flight response.
"Stop being a stuck up bitch."
When we were younger, it was his friends, now it was himself who was attacking me. I hated being vulnerable. It brought about irrational fears and unnecessary screaming, tears and fright.
In movements of sheer self defence, I flung my bag at his neck and scratched the arm he laid on me. I stomped on his feet and kicked him in the shin, weakening his legs.
Once he released me I ran out of the room and started my way down the car park, trying not to feel frantic or overwhelmed as I took the steps down to the ground floor- no way risking the chance of waiting for the elevator and allow James to attack me.
Edward was not there to collect me yet, so I stood near the entrance for the lookout.
I curled into myself and waited for him.
The tears in my eyes already dried, but my heart rate was still sky high.
Why did James want to drag me back into the room?
Back when I was still living with Shelley and Geoff, even when he wasn't in the best of mood, he never laid a hand on me. If he happened to see his friends try, he'll let them tease a little but will stop them before it got too serious.
He wasn't the best of guys, but what he just tried to pull on me was rotten and showed that he was worse beyond what I remembered of him.
In the midst of my heightened senses and hyperawareness towards my surrounding, my phone beeped to signal I got a message.
Spotting the hired Mercedes, I figured it was Edward letting me know he was back to collect me. So without another beat my legs pushed themselves out of the hospital and carried me to Edward.
He didn't wait for me inside of the car, instead, he got out of the car. As I reached the car I ran across the front and collided into the arms of Edward.
Burrowing me head into his neck, I took deep breaths.
Holding onto my anchor in a tight grip.
His arms tightened around my waist and held me to him closely.
