A/N: Another entry for the 2022 edition of the Bodice Rippers Contest. This one came away with judge jemster23's pick, Spiciest Scene, and Best Day at Work. Thanks to samviolawrites for her pre-reading assistance. I'm definitely used to being behind the scenes, so this might not be for everyone - feel free to X out if that's the case.
Disclaimer: I do not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement is intended. All mistakes are my own.
"I will not strangle my boss. I will not…" Bella chanted her most recent mantra to herself as she sorted the stack of papers in front of her.
She had only been in the office for the last two hours, and already she was eager to leave. It didn't help matters that this wasn't her regular gig, and she was called to fill in when Shelly had an emergency with one of her grandchildren. If it were for anyone else, she probably would have refused. Especially since it meant she had to work alongside the last person on earth she would have picked for a boss, even if it was just temporarily.
"You're doing Shelly a favor. Just keep your head down. It's not so bad. But so help me God if he yells at me one more time…" She picked up a pencil and made a stabbing motion before letting it fall back on the desk. She inhaled deeply, blowing out her breath slowly on the exhale. She shook her arms and shoulders before resuming her task.
It wasn't long before a barking cry interrupted her moment of zen. "Isabella! My office. NOW."
Bella gritted her teeth as she set the folders and loose papers down on the corner of the desk, grumbling to herself as she straightened her pencil skirt while rising from her chair. Yes, slave driver, she thought. Instead, she said, "Yes, Mr. Cullen. Coming right away."
As she approached the door, she could have sworn she heard him reply, "Not yet you are, but you will."
Her "boss" was an ass. There was no other way to put it. He was strict, had zero tolerance for excuses, and did not like to be kept waiting. He was also absolutely breathtakingly handsome. Eyes the color of sea glass that often held a calculating gaze. It was hard not to get lost in the array of colors there, and there were brief moments when they'd soften and he'd look almost warm. A head of hair that always looked like he'd just rolled out of bed or been rode hard and put away wet. The mixture of different colored strands made it difficult for Bella to decide if he'd be classified as redheaded or not. But he was far from perfect physically and even more so when you took into account his personality. His nose was slightly crooked—an old sports injury was what she heard had caused it. Which certainly made sense, judging by his athletic build. He was gruff when he talked, making demands more than requests. There was little opportunity to refuse. He expected a lot of those who worked for him, which could be useful when mentoring new hires, but not so much so when he flipped his lid because his coffee had one less sugar than he typically took—he acted like it was not an easy mistake to correct.
She first met Edward Cullen when he joined his father's marketing firm two years ago. She had been there for a year at that point, working as Carlisle Cullen's assistant while she finished up her master's degree. She had heard rumors of the golden child joining the firm, but she figured she wouldn't have to interact with him all that much. He had a reputation of being a bit of a playboy who liked things on his terms and his timeline. When Carlisle introduced him at the next staff meeting following his arrival, most of the female staff members were falling over themselves to come up with ways to make a more personal acquaintance with him. But not Bella. She had plans for her life that did not involve entitled manwhores.
It wasn't until his second month there that she got up close and personal with him and learned the amount of truth to some of the rumors.
She was running late for a meeting and raced to catch the elevator. She called out for the occupants to hold it, and a hand shot out to stop the doors from closing. She thanked Ben for the gesture and squeezed into the packed car, smiling sheepishly at the other passengers. She tapped her three-inch stiletto heel, wiggling side to side in her nervous state. This meeting was important. It was the perfect opportunity to showcase her skills and move up from being an assistant to getting a spot on one of the teams and actually working her own accounts.
She felt a pair of hands ghost over her hips, stilling her movement. Warm minty breath fanned over her ear before the person behind her said, "I usually have to buy a lady dinner before I'm rewarded with a lap dance. Though I don't recall the last time someone had their ass in my crotch with so many clothes on."
The breath caught in her throat. Had she been rubbing her ass on her boss's son dick? She was embarrassed, but even more than that, she was outraged that he had the nerve to talk to her like that in public, to tease her.
"Must suck that your personality is so terrible that you need to pay women to want to spend time with you."
While she had intended to mutter the words quietly to herself, apparently she must have failed to achieve this because she heard several gasps and a few snorts from the other parties in the elevator car. Her face turned beet red in humiliation. She was about to turn to apologize to him when a deep chuckle rumbled his chest, causing her back to shake due to their continued proximity.
"I like you. You got spunk."
Before she could dig an even bigger hole for herself by continuing to trade barbs with him, the elevator doors opened on the 21st floor and she hastily moved to exit the car. Unfortunately for her, so did he. Of course he'd be at the very meeting she was running late for.
Over the next several months, their encounters became more frequent, and while most of the time, she couldn't stand him and his cocky attitude, there were brief moments where she saw a softer side to him. When he wasn't shouting at someone about something and she actually saw him with a genuine smile on his face.
But in this very moment with his shouts being directed at her, the memories of all the reasons she initially disliked him came flooding back. However, she hadn't made it this far to throw her professionalism out the window due to her irritation.
"How can I service you?" she asked in an even tone, intentionally using innuendo-laden phrasing. He may be an ass who she wanted to throttle more than half the time, but he was also sex on legs, and there was a part of her that wanted to screw his brains out.
He muttered to himself quietly, fisting his hair with his hand, before speaking aloud. "I have a call in five minutes with Mr. Volturi about Volterra Industries' rebranding campaign. Grab a pen and something to write on because I need you to sit in and take notes."
"Of course. Always happy to provide dictation for you." She exited his office, quickly grabbing a notepad and a pen before re-entering, shutting the door after herself, and taking a seat on the couch. He sat in his chair before he dialed and placed the call on speakerphone.
"Aro, how are things in the Big Apple?" He swiveled in his chair, turning to face the window. She studied his profile, taking in how at ease he looked, memorizing the planes and angles of his face. Cataloging the slight amount of stubble dotting his jawline. He fiddled with the titanium band on his finger. The wedding ring was a recent addition; he had only gotten married a few months ago. She noticed that when he was particularly anxious, he'd toy with his ring.
Edward and Aro talked for several minutes, and she diligently took notes. Something Aro said caused a shift in Edward's posture, and he turned his chair so that he was facing the desk. The carefree expression on his face turned hard, and stress lines appeared at the corner of his mouth as he frowned.
"I see. No, that shouldn't be a problem. Yes … mmhmm." He sighed and started fisting his hair, raking his fingers through the wayward strands. The disquieted expression remained, the frown lines deepening.
Bella set the pad and pen down on the couch and stood, advancing toward him. This was probably a bad idea, but he looked in need of some serious stress relief.
From the corner of his eye, he watched her approach and raised an eyebrow in question, all the while trying to keep focus on the conversation with Aro. He hated when the client wanted to make last-minute changes to the plans, but it was not uncommon when dealing with a complete overhaul of a company's image for there to be some cold feet.
Bella didn't respond verbally, shaking her head slightly to acknowledge that nothing was wrong, and dropped to her knees, crawling under his desk. Recognition dawned on his face, and he let out a gasp when her delicate hands reached up and undid his belt buckle before popping the button on his slacks and sliding down the zipper.
Aro asked if everything was okay, and Edward quickly scooped up the receiver to continue the call and block out the noise of what was transpiring in his office.
"Yes, sorry. Something fell into my lap. You were saying—the colors of the logo need to be darker." He tried to signal to Bella that she should stop what she was doing, but she ignored him.
She pushed the flaps to the sides and reached into his boxer briefs to free his cock, which was already half hard.
He had a semi all day watching her walk around in that tight skirt and button-down shirt that stretched tautly across her pert breasts, the top two buttons undone to reveal the barest hint of cleavage. Her hair was slicked back into a sleek ponytail, and all he could think about was fisting the hair while he plowed into her from behind.
Bella stared up at him while she pumped her hand around his cock, feeling how it became more engorged until it was rigid. She dropped her head down and used the flat of her tongue to trace a line from the base to the tip, coating him in her saliva. She repeated her motions, and on one of the passes, she wrapped her lips around the tip. She bobbed her head down, hollowing her cheeks as she pulled back up. She massaged his balls with her hands, scraping her nails along his perineum. She gagged slightly as she tried to fit him in her mouth entirely. When she pulled back, a trail of saliva clung to her lips and her eyes were watery.
Lust clouded his gaze, his breathing becoming shallow as she worked him over. He stuttered as he spoke, and more than once he had to ask Aro to repeat something he'd said. Why he didn't just end the call was beyond Bella.
She attempted to deepthroat him again, this time relaxing her throat and swallowing. This action triggered a tightening of his balls, spurring on his release, and soon her mouth filled with hot spurts of his cum. She swallowed as quickly as she could, not wanting to make a mess. When he was spent, his body slouching into the chair, she licked around the head of his cock to collect the last remnants of his arousal before crawling back out from under the desk. She straightened her clothing and used her thumb to collect a bead of moisture from the corner of her lips, sucking the digit into her mouth and letting go with a pop.
Before Edward could wrap things with Aro, she collected her things from the couch and motioned to the door, signaling her exit.
She couldn't believe she'd just done that. She spent the next few hours avoiding the suite, avoiding Edward. She ordered his lunch to be delivered and found an empty corner office on another floor to use her laptop to keep up with incoming messages.
When five o'clock rolled around, she couldn't avoid the 21st floor any longer, so she headed back up. She saw Edward pacing in his office, looking more stressed than he had all morning. Since they had to work together for a few more days, she felt it was best to woman up and go talk to him about what occurred.
She knocked on the slightly open door, waiting for his response before entering and shutting it behind her.
"Mr. Cullen, I—"
"What was that earlier?" He growled, turning to look at her with sharp eyes.
"You just looked so stressed. I thought that I could help you out."
"And you thought crawling under my desk and sucking my dick—mind you while I'm on an important business call—was the way to help me relieve stress? Goddammit, you don't understand how hard it was for me not to slam the phone down and fuck your face. And then you ran out of there so quickly and have been hiding from me all day."
"Most guys would just say thank you." He glared at her and she quickly rattled off an apology, doing her best to appear contrite. "I'm sorry. I know it was unprofessional."
"Understatement, Isabella. Now what am I going to do with you? I can't very well tell anyone and have you removed—not only would that reflect badly on the family, I'd also be without an assistant because I doubt we'd have success getting someone here on such short notice, at least not someone with your level of knowledge."
"I could go to Carlisle, try to tell him that something came up and I can't fill in any longer. I'm sure Angela, or maybe Kate, can cover until Shelly is back. This is all my fault," she rambled.
"No. My father does not need to be involved here. You can, and will, stay and fill in for Shelly for the remainder of the week. But I think turnabout is fair play for that stunt of yours." He circled her slowly, taking in her stance and the slight tremble of her limbs.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked shakily, staring at the ground, unable to meet his eyes.
"You'll see." He tilted her head back so that their gazes met. "Do you know how hard my dick gets seeing you dressed like this? You're like every naughty librarian fantasy personified. The glasses. The skirt. Those heels."
His hands caressed down from her shoulders to her waist as he spoke. "I wonder what you're hiding under there. Innocent on the surface but pure sin underneath I bet."
He leaned in close to whisper in her ear, his lips mere centimeters from the lobe. "If I were to reach up under that skirt, would I find your bare pussy begging for my touch? Are you not wearing panties, Isabella? Are you making a mess on your thighs thinking about me checking?"
Her nipples hardened at the direction his line of questioning had taken, and the moisture that had slowly been gathering between her legs at the remembrance of the blowjob she'd given him doubled.
"And if you're not, did you come to work without any on, or maybe you went into the bathroom after your little stunt in here where you crawled under my desk to suck me off while I was on the phone. I'm guessing from the way you ran out of here, my cum sliding down your throat, that you needed some release of your own. I can only imagine that pool of wetness between your legs had to be uncomfortable. Did you lock yourself into a stall in the bathroom and finger fuck yourself, fantasizing it was me?"
He gripped her by the chin, his hand traveling down her neck, tilting her head back farther so he could whisper in her ear. "I think I will have a look to see if I'm right."
He tsked when he lifted her pencil skirt, exposing the lacy tops of her thigh highs, to find that she was in fact wearing underwear—if you could consider the tiny G-string enough material to be considered such.
"I'm disappointed. Oh well." He ripped the fabric on one side, allowing it to drop down her leg. "You won't be needing these, so problem solved."
She gasped in shock and wetness pooled between her legs at his swift movement paired with his words. As she tried to regulate her breathing, Edward placed featherlight kisses along the column of her throat, his scruff tickling her skin as he skimmed the flesh with his nose before he advanced to suck on her collarbone. Meanwhile, he had a hand between her legs, two fingers tracing her slit down to her opening. He thrust his fingers inside, cursing at how hot, tight, and wet she was.
"Such a needy little pussy. Should I keep fucking you with my fingers? Or how about we do a little tit for tat, and I get down on my knees so you can ride my face?" As he spoke, he lowered himself to the ground. The suit jacket he had worn earlier was absent, leaving him in just his dress shirt and tie, which he loosened slightly before he flipped it over one shoulder. He glided his palm around her ankle, setting one leg on his muscular thigh before he hoisted her other leg, hooking it over his shoulder, spreading her sex for his perusal. Her folds were glistening with her arousal, and he darted out his tongue to lap up the moisture. She shuddered at the first swipe of his tongue; she let out a keening cry as he wrapped his lips around her clit. He lapped at her, using his thumbs to spread her lips so that he could extend his tongue, fucking her with it. He covered her pussy with his mouth, using his nose to nudge her clit. Her legs began to shake as her orgasm built.
"Give it to me. I want you to come on my tongue before you come on my cock," he said, using his fingers to rub her clit in tight circles.
She gripped the hairs at the side of his head, pressing his face closer to her sex as she chased her release. He quickened the pace of his movements of both his tongue and his fingers, and she shattered, her inner walls spasming and her body quivering as she rode out the high.
He eased up, licking her gently before he helped her settle her legs back on the ground, her skirt still bunched up around her waist.
"Turn around," he ordered, standing up and moving to undo his belt.
She obliged, pivoting to face the desk. Edward moved to stand flush against her back, bringing his hands around her waist and up to open the buttons of her shirt, exposing her lace-covered tits.
"You know what to do."
Bella pressed her palms into the mahogany desk in front of her, jutting her ass into the air, widening her stance as she did. She waited for the telltale crinkling and ripping of the foil packet, but it never came, and suddenly, he was inside her. And it was such a feeling of fullness, and everything was hot and wet and just more, and some of her anger dissipated before it surged—how dare he fuck her raw without asking if it was okay! She was about to turn and push him off her when his arm clamped down around her waist, pulling her back onto him.
"You feel so fucking good around my cock. Nothing separating us." He tilted his hips, sinking deeper into her pussy, and Bella let out a breathy moan, shifting her stance to take all of him. He braced a hand on her shoulder to drive into her deeper.
"Tell me how this feels. Do you like this? Like me pushing you down and fucking you nice and deep." His hand came down and whacked her ass cheek, the blood rising to the surface creating a splotch of crimson to appear. He rubbed a soothing circle on the heated flesh, and the cool metal on his left hand was a harsh reminder of how different things were now.
His fingers trailed down to the juncture between her legs, finding her clit and giving it a pinch. The arm he had around her waist came up to grip her throat, causing her to straighten her spine. He cupped her face, bringing her lips to meet his.
Edward looked down to see his cock sliding in and out of Bella's tight cunt, coated in her moisture. The sight made him harden further, picking up the pace of his thrusts, slamming back into her.
"Fuck. You always feel so good. The way you grip me. It's like you were made just to take my cock." His pace was unrelenting, frenetic, almost punishing; she panted into his mouth, and as she started to crest again, he swallowed her cry by shoving his tongue in her mouth.
He slowed his thrusts before slipping from her, still hard, earning him a whimper from her.
She used a hand to brush back some of the strands of hair that had come loose from her ponytail, resting her forearms on the desk while she tried to ease her breathing.
"I'm not done with you," he said, taking her hand and turning her to face him. He led her over to the couch, his pants sliding down his legs until he kicked them off in frustration. He sat down, the leather of the couch creaking under the sudden weight. "Come and bounce on my cock. But before you do: strip. But leave the heels on."
This wasn't the first time she'd found herself in this very position. Their behind closed doors activities started off by chance one night when they were both working late. The way they bumped heads constantly was masking their desire for one another. It became a regular thing, and it was often heightened by the thrill of possibly being caught. So, Bella didn't hesitate to strip her clothes off until she was standing before him stark naked. While she disrobed, Edward had unknotted his tie and opened his shirt buttons, pushing the two halves to the side, leaving his chest on display. He had his cock in his hand, lazily stroking it as he admired her form.
She moved toward him, turning her back to him as she straddled his thighs, but before she could sink down, he stopped her.
"No. Not like that. I want to look in your eyes when I come. I want you to remember who's making you feel like this."
She nodded her head and turned around, gripping the base of his cock, easing it along her slit before she dropped down on him.
They moaned in unison as they were reconnected.
He let her control the speed, his hands kneading the flesh of her ass as she bounced and rocked her hips.
He whispered encouragement into her ear—told her how good she rides him; how her pussy was the best ever.
"Whose pussy is this? Who makes you feel like this?" he demanded.
"You. Only you." She panted as she angled her hips so that he could hit a deeper spot.
"Damn right. Only me. I own this pussy and you own this cock. Use it to get yourself off." He clenched his teeth, a vein popping up on his forehead as he tried to restrain himself from coming.
"Fuck me. Give me all your cock. It feels so good. You fuck me so good," she mumbled incoherently.
Her hand went up to his throat, squeezing slightly. "But I don't appreciate when you shout at me. I have to remind myself that strangling you would be a bad idea, no matter how much I love your dick and how well you use it."
"I'm sorry," he choked out, his airwave slightly blocked by the pressure of her fingers. "I get impatient, and I've just been so stressed. I think I need to think of other ways to relieve some of the pressure."
"Use my body. My mouth. My pussy. My ass." She felt him stiffen below her, his cock getting thicker inside her. She loosened her grip on him, bringing her hand down to where they were joined to rub on her clit as she bounced faster. "But you cannot talk to me like that anymore. Understood?" She squeezed her inner walls, and he began to release streams of cum inside her. His orgasm triggered one of her own, causing her back to arch as she threw her head back and cried out in bliss.
She fell forward, resting her head on his shoulder as she panted. Their bodies were slicked with sweat, and the stickiness of it paired with the wetness between her legs soon became uncomfortable. She started to rise off him, but he stopped her, placing a searing kiss on her lips, tangling his tongue with hers before placing a gentle peck at the corner. "I understand. I'll try to be less of an ass when I'm in charge."
"Thank you. That's all I ask."
"Do you think we just made a baby?" he asked as he straightened the collar of his shirt, a panty-melting smile on his full lips. The sex hair was out in full force due to the way she gripped it as she rode him a second time in his desk chair. They had been trying for the last few months to conceive. He had no doubt in his mind that she would be a great mom.
"I don't know. Maybe. And if not, we'll just have to keep trying." She picked up his tie from the floor, looping it around his neck and adjusting it so it was knotted perfectly. "Do you have much more work to do?"
"You'd have to check with my assistant, though she's been MIA for most of the day." He shot her a playful wink before looking down at the calendar on his phone. "I just have to finish something up. Should be home in about an hour or so. You can head out now if you don't want to wait." He moved to his chair, righting it before taking a seat and firing up his computer.
"How about I go across to Luciano's and pick up something for dinner, and then by the time I'm back, we can head home?" She walked over to him, placing a kiss on his mouth, which he quickly deepened by gripping the back of her neck.
"Sounds perfect. Love you, wife." He swatted her ass and focused on his screen.
"Love you too, husband." She stopped on her way to grab her coat and bag from her desk to call back to him. "Maybe next time I can play the no-nonsense boss and you can be my willing and eager-to-please assistant."
His deep chuckle filled the air as he said, "You've got yourself a deal."
As a boss, Edward Cullen may be a demanding asshole at times, but as a husband, he was a girl's dream come true. We all had roles to play; the trick was to know when to give up control and follow your partner's lead. And learn to figure out when rumors were just rumors, taking the time to look behind the masks we wear.
A/N: Thanks for reading. These two have been talking to me a little bit, so there's a good chance we'll get to see them in some other role play scenarios, and even some of the evolution of their relationship from that initial encounter.
