Hello my sweets. This was my entry for the Bodice Rippers Competition. I didn't win anything, but I hope you all enjoy it. It was fun writing this sexy little one shot.
Normal disclaimers apply.
'If you're bored with your partner in bed, try a Gemini. That's when shit gets real.'
"Well little Mikey, how do you feel about winning the junior pie eating competition?" I crouched down to the young boys level and held my microphone out to him while Seth -my cameraman- came in closer.
"Awesome!" The eight year old exclaimed. "It was blueberry pie. My favourite." He grinned, his lips and cheeks stained purple.
"That's great. And what are you going to do with your hundred dollar prize money?" I asked the excited child.
"I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." His smile faltered and he suddenly got a pained look on his face. I stood and backed away as a vibrant purple-red stream spewed forth from the Newton boys mouth. Half masticated chunks of pastry splattered onto the grass at his feet, joining the berries in a revolting mess. His parents rushed forward to soothe him as he started wailing after he stopped vomiting.
I turned back to the camera and forced my brightest smile onto my face. "There we have it folks. Michael Newton Junior is the competition winner. Let's hope he feels better soon. Stay tuned as later we will have the winner of the quilting competition joining us. This is Isabella Swan for Forks Local."
Seth turned off the camera and I let the fake smile drop from my face as I stormed out of the dessert tent that was slowly filling up with the stench of regurgitated pie.
"Seth, how much longer do we have to stay at this stupid festival?"
"Not much longer Iz. There's only a few more segments to film for tonight's news."
"Thank fuck for that! I'm in need of a stiff drink. Tell me Jake's working tonight."
"He is. I'm thinking of joining him if you wanted to hitch a ride."
"Perfect. I'll be ready for seven."
Back at the towns small news studio, Seth headed off to the editing rooms to hand in our segments while I carried on through to my small office.
I had barely sat my ass in my seat when there was a sharp rap on the door frame. I pushed my black rimmed glasses up my nose and looked up at the visitor. My boss Edward Cullen stood in the doorway.
"Isabella, can I have a word with you in my office?"
"Of course sir." I stood from my desk and followed his tall, muscular physique into his office at the end of the hall.
Edward is an alright boss. Aloof for the most part and firm in his decisions for the station. He was always dressed impeccably in tailor fitted suits and his hair slicked back on his head with plenty of pomade. He smelled amazing too.
"Close the door behind you and take a seat." He instructed, positioning himself behind his large desk. What I wouldn't give to have him sweep everything from its surface, bend me over it and fuck me from behind.
My last relationship ended ten months ago and I couldn't be more desperate for a decent romp. Being with Liam was fun while it lasted but he was so vanilla. Refused to be intimate outside of the bedroom and was only interested in missionary. Out relationship only lasted so long because he had a decent sized dick. It's just a shame he refused to do much with it.
Nothing Like my boss. Edward gave off a dominant vibe. Like he could make you come with just a well placed kiss from his plump and pouty lips. Lips that were currently moving with words that I'm not listening to.
"I'm sorry sir. I didn't quite catch that."
"Please pay attention Isabella. He sighed. "I said Tanya is returning to work from her maternity leave. I no longer require you to be our field reporter."
"Am I being fired?" I asked, interrupting what he was going to say next.
"Most definitely not. I'm giving you a promotion. I want you to be our six o' clock prime time anchor. I know it means working with James but you're the only one I've seen put him in his place more than once. I wouldn't offer it if I didn't think you could handle it. What do you say?"
"Fuck." I blew out a sigh of relief.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh sorry sir. That wasn't aimed at you. I thought for sure I was getting into trouble for something. Of course I'll take the job. James doesn't phase me. I can handle him just fine."
"You don't know how happy that makes me Isabella." He smiled, folding his hands on his desk.
The movement causes me to look down but that's not what keeps my attention there. Placed on his desk is a business card. I bet you're wondering why a simple business card makes me falter. It's not the card per se, but what's printed on it. The symbol is all too familiar to me seeing as I frequent the place almost every Saturday night.
Underneath for the intricate G and erotic looking filigree design is stamped a single name. Anthony.
Well shit! Why are all the good looking guys gay? If Anthony has his eyes set on Edward then no one else stands a chance. Every one at the club knows not to get in his way.
"Was there something else Isabella?" He asked, quirking a brow at me as my eyes flicked up to meet his bright green ones.
"No sir. I just wanted to thank you for the opportunity. You won't regret it." I stand and in my haste to get back to my office I don't notice that my cardigan is hooked over the chair I just stood from. I'm jerked backwards as the wool is pulled from my shoulders and down my arms, trapping me within.
Edward lets out a low chuckle as he rises to help free me. My head fall forward out of embarrassment and I hear a sharp intake of breath behind me.
"That's an interesting tattoo you have." He says, unhooking my cardigan for me and helping situate it back on my shoulders, his fingers skimming the ink on the back of my right shoulder as he lets go of the material.
"I designed it myself. I got it in remembrance of my dad." I smile wistfully as my fingers close over the image. It's a set of handcuffs over some angel wings. "He was a police officer before he died."
"I'm sorry for your loss." He offers me a warm smile as I turn to face him.
"Thank you." I smile up at him. Damn he's tall. I would love to climb him like a fucking tree. Shame he bats for the other team.
"One more thing before you leave Isabella, can you speak any other languages?"
"No sir. I intended to learn when I was at college but my circumstances changed and I never got the chance."
"You won't mind if I say Ti voglio scopare cosi duramente then." Hearing him speak Italian made my stomach clench in desire and arousal to pool between my thighs.
"Erm...no? What does it mean?" I questioned.
"Never mind." He smirked. "I'll see you on Monday." He held the door open for me and I made my escape.
Seth honked the horn on his sleek black SUV as I made my way outside to meet him. "Damn girl. Look at you. All eyes are going to be on you at the club." He whistled out of his window. "Heck you're even enough to turn me. Shame I like cock too much."
I laughed off his compliments and climbed into the vehicle beside him, which was a feat in its own because of the excessively high heels and tight black skirt I was wearing.
He peeled out of my driveway and twenty minutes later we were pulling up to Gemini.
Located on the outskirts of Forks, Gemini is an exclusive, high profile, members only BDSM club. I've been a participating member for five years now, only stopping for my relationship with Liam.
The place is run and owned by two brothers. Anthony and Whitlock. Pseudonyms and masquerade masks are mandatory to protect the patrons identities. You can imagine the scandal that would arise if the sleepy town of Forks found out that their high school principle loved to be trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey on the weekends.
Anthony was the more proficient of the two brothers. He was tall, muscular and ninety percent of his body was covered in ink. If he had you in his sights there was nothing that could stop him from eventually getting you. Edward was a lucky bastard for catching Anthony's eye.
Whitlock on the other hand was married to his submissive Miss Mary. Any activity he got up to was with her and her alone. They were both exhibitionists and you could nearly always find them on the centre stage doing a demonstration for the crowd.
Seth and I checked our membership cards in with the bouncers at the door before stepping inside. The club was lit with red and purple lights that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat around the room. I undressed down to my burgundy basque and lacy black shorts, leaving my fishnet stockings and stilettos on. I locked my outside clothes away before going straight to the bar. Jake was serving a couple of regulars and smiled widely when he saw me and Seth approaching, his white teeth gleaming under the low lighting. He had our usual drinks made and waiting ready for us by the time we reached him. Seth leaned across and gave him a kiss akin to those you'd find in a porno, while I downed my vodka martini in three gulps. Once Jake had finished locking lips with Seth he made me another drink and I grabbed the glass walking away before I was witness to another one of their make out sessions. Anyone would think they hadn't seen each other for days instead of a few hours.
I wandered over to one of the three stages set up around the large room where a demo was about to take place. I was just getting settled watching one of the dominatrixes paddle her sub, when Rosie -one of the waitresses- approached me.
"Lady B, Master Anthony would like to see you in his office."
My brows rose at the request. The masters never took any one to their personal offices. There was a private room at the back of the club where they set up memberships and held employee interviews.
I followed Rosie to the back of the club and she pushed aside a heavy purple velour curtain revealing a hidden door. She knocked loudly and waited for the answering sound of a buzzer releasing the lock of the door. She pushed it open and let me inside, closing the door behind me. Neon red lights lit the way up to Anthony's office. I stepped through the arch at the top of the stairs and my mouth dropped open at what awaited me.
The room itself was decorated similarly to the club downstairs, save for one wall which housed a whole plethora of sex toys and bondage equipment. Red and purple lights shone down over the exposed brickwork and hardwood flooring, while free standing lamps with low light white bulbs highlighted other areas of the room giving it a warm glow. Everywhere I looked something new caught my eye.
"See something you like Lady B?"
The sudden voice made me jump and almost spill my drink. I quickly set it down to avoid ruining the flooring and spun on my heel, facing back the way I came.
Leaning against the wall next to where I had entered the room was Anthony. Mussed hair and topless, showing off his ink and expansive chest. One leg bent at the knee, bare foot flat against the wall making him look every inch the bad boy his reputation led you to believe.
"Master Anthony. I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." I ducked my head down as a sign of respect while he pushed himself off of the wall and strode over to me. I kept my gaze trained on the floor as he circled me like a predator eyeing up its next meal. We weren't scene-ing and I wasn't his sub, but I really didn't want my membership revoked for disrespect either.
I took a chance and spoke before we got into things. "Is this because I saw your card on my boss' desk? Did Edward tell you that he left it lying around for anyone to see? I don't understand how he would have known that I come here. No one knows except for one of your bartenders and his boyfriend. I swear."
"Hush Lady B. Edward told me nothing. It was careless of him to leave it on his desk in broad daylight. You'll have to punish him later." He said, inching closer to me.
I gulped. I couldn't spank my boss and then look him in the eye come Monday morning.
"You know this really is a unique tattoo." The air crackled between us as I felt his fingertips brush over my skin. "I've admired it for a long time."
"Thank you." I replied, trying to stop the quivering that had taken place in my knees.
"Amazing work for something that you designed yourself." He murmured, sweeping my hair over my left shoulder.
"Ye- wait! I never told you that."
"Oh but you have. Ti voglio scopare cosi duramente." He said in the same low voice Edward had used earlier this afternoon.
I gasped as realisation struck me. Anthony wasn't pursuing Edward. Anthony was Edward.
"I'm so glad we're finally on the same page Isabella." He chuckled, causing all the muscles in my abdomen to clench.
"How did you know? I've been so discreet. Please don't revoke my membership."
"Relax love. It wasn't anything you did and I didn't go snooping in your membership application either before you start thinking like that. Like I said, I've admired your tattoo for a while and when I saw it in my office earlier today I knew you were both one and the same."
"Why didn't you approach me before now?" I wondered aloud.
"I didn't want to collar a sub when I had such strong feelings for someone who I thought was not part of this lifestyle."
"So why didn't Edward ask Isabella out?"
"The same reason. Your daily persona has such a girl-next-door type of innocence about her that I didn't want to introduce her to this way of life until I was one hundred percent certain she could handle it."
"We both play our parts equally well then."
"It would appear so." He smirked. "Ti voglio scopare cosi duramente. Can I?" He asked, his eyes burning into mine through the holes in our masks.
"I still don't know what that means." I breathed, my face growing hot under the intensity of his gaze.
"I want to fuck you so hard." He said so low I wasn't sure he had spoken at all.
"You don't know how long I've waited for you to ask me that." I said equally as low.
His lips were on mine in an instant. His tongue surging into my mouth and tangling with mine in an oral fight for dominance. When we broke for air his kisses carried on over my jaw, down my neck and across my collar bone before going south once more to the swell of my breast. He kissed across one to the other where he pulled down the lace cups of my basque, exposing my nipples to his touch. They puckered and tightened in the air conditioned room, hardening for him to pinch and roll between his forefinger and thumb. Is it possible for someone to have an orgasm from nipple play alone, because something is definitely building in me.
Edward...Anthony...who ever stood and rest his forehead upon mine. "Bella Bella Bella. Please be mine." It wasn't a question.
"I am yours. One hundred percent. There is no one else." I panted, trying to calm my racing heart from his earlier ministrations.
He kissed me once more as I felt his fingers nimbly untying the ribbons keeping my top on. The thin straps slid down my arms as my breasts were freed fully from their confinements. Edwards hands followed the path of the material, stopping when it hung loosely from the swell of my hips. He unsnapped my suspenders letting the basque drop to the floor leaving me in nothing but my lacy shorts, stockings and heels.
"Exquisite." He murmured as his large hand splayed out over the expanse of my abdomen. He turned me around so my back was to his bare chest and he swept my hair over my shoulder once more. "Remove the panties but keep the rest on." He ordered seductively in my ear.
I bent over and purposely brushed my ass against the impressive bulge concealed by his soft black pants. He grabbed my hips as I pushed the damp black lace down my legs and stepped out of them.
"Hold onto your ankles and don't move."
I did as I was told and Edward stepped away from me, heading over to his wall of toys. I couldn't see what he was grabbing but I did hear the open and close of several drawers and the soft pad of his feet as he came back to where I was still bent over.
His warm hands ran over the rounds of my ass and dipped down to skim the slickness gathering on my thighs. He sucked a thumb into his mouth and released it with a pop. He dropped down to his knees and his torso came into view between my spread legs. "Brace yourself love." He said before diving tongue first into my soaking pussy.
I let out a little yelp at the sudden intrusion which soon morphed into a wanton moan as he worked me. Over and over his tongue stroked from my opening to my clit where he sucked it between his lips, pinching it lightly before letting it go and starting once more.
While he was doing wonderful things with his mouth, his hands grabbed and massaged my ass cheeks, moving inwards as he did so, making sure I didn't flinch when his skilled fingers probed my asshole, If anything it heightened the sensation of what he was doing with his tongue. I started a bit when I felt cold lube being poured between my ass cheeks and the introduction of a small toy being inserted into unchartered territory.
"Uhm."
"What is it love?" He stopped what he was doing to make sure I was okay.
"I've never... There's never.." I stuttered, finding it difficult to concentrate while his thumb rubbed small circles around my clit.
"Would you like to try? Want me to continue?" He asked, smoothing his free hand over my ass again.
Did I want this? Do I really want to explore this with Edward of all people? I mean he was my boss for crying out loud.
"Bella? We can stop if you want?" He didn't sound disappointed, just concerned.
Come on Bella. Get your act together. "Plea-please continue." I breathed.
"Stand up." He ordered, helping me in to an upright position. The rush of blood to my lower extremities had me stumbling a little but he steadied me with a strong arm around my waist as he lead me to a four poster bed tucked against the back wall. "Climb on and get on all fours." I did as he instructed while he quickly stripped himself of his pants, leaving him bare from head to toe. He placed the toy -which was a small set of vibrating anal beads- and a bottle of lube on the bed next to me before joining me himself. "Ready?" He asked, running his hands down my sides to my hips.
"Yes." I said with confidence.
"Just try to relax and enjoy the sensations. It'll be worth it. I promise." He placed an open mouthed kiss to the dip at the base of my spine, before going lower and attacking my pussy with his mouth once more. His hands took up their earlier ministrations, massaging and kneading my flesh. This time I didn't flinch when I felt him press the toy against me. The first couple of beads were easy to take as they were quite small in size but they gradually got larger towards the base. Edward flicked the switch and they began vibrating inside of me. It wasn't long before I was quaking beneath him at the dual sensations of the vibrating in my ass and him tongue punching my cunt. I came undone and shook from head to toe. My arms gave out and I face planted the soft mattress.
The sound of a foil package being ripped open didn't register in my orgasm induced haze and was startled when Edward began pushing his impressive length into me.
"Easy love." He ran his hands up and down my spine as I came down from my high, which was being prolonged by the beads. He stopped once he was fully seated within me. I've never felt so full. "Ugh you feel amazing baby." He moaned. "So wet for me and I can feel the vibrations through your inner walls. So fucking good."
He started pumping in slow, shallow strokes. Letting me get acclimated to the feel of both him and the toy. I began writhing until I couldn't take it any more. "HARDER!" I screamed. "Fuck me Edward. Fuck me so hard I'll still be feeling it tomorrow."
He faltered slightly at my dirty mouth before picking up the pace and pounding into me with wild abandon. My second orgasm began to build with a stronger intensity than before. He started grunting with each forward snap of his hips. Every thrust making the beads in my ass hit something deep inside of me. I fisted the satin sheets below me in my iron grip as I filled the room with the sound of breathless moans, punctuated only by the slapping of skin against skin.
"Uh-uh-uh." Heat radiated from my belly outward as my orgasm built to a high crescendo before crashing over me in waves and waves of passion. "Edward!" I cried out his name as he pulled the beads from my ass in one long stroke and I came harder than I ever have before in my life.
"BELLA!" He roared, letting his own release take over and he lowered us both slowly to the bed. His sweat-slick body covered mine briefly before he rolled to the side, his softening cock slipping from out of me and pulling me into his arms.
"Are you okay? I wasn't too rough I hope." He asked, kissing my damp temple.
"I've never felt better." I smiled languidly. "I have one question though."
"Oh? And what is that exactly?"
"When can we do it again?"
There we have it. I hope you enjoyed the read. For the other entries check them out under the author BodiceRippersContest.
Much love x