A/N: I usually don't post until Friday, but since this was finished and I know most of you are stuck in this hellacious blizzard and want something to read, I decided to post early. :)
The day of the SAG awards...
"God dammit Lauren! Who the fuck taught you to walk?"
"You bumped into me you clumsy bitch!
"Like hell I did! Did you fucking hit your head when you fell? Maybe if you'd get your nose out of Tanya's ass, you'd be able to see where you were fucking going!"
"Bitch."
"Hobag."
The office was fucking chaos again. Lauren and I both had just gotten back from getting early lunch orders for our respective bosses and she had careened right into me. Except I knocked her on her ass and I managed to stay upright.
Thanks to a year of roller derby, I could fucking take a hit. Her little salad munching ass wouldn't last five fucking minutes in that ring. Those women would tear through her like tissue paper.
Mental note:Reinstate myself back in the league and bring her ass to Fresh Meat practice and watch the "Dolls" tear her Barbie wannabe ass apart. Just call me Belladonna, bitches.
She scrambled to her feet and I shoulder checked her and dropped my purse at my desk. Alice was in the showroom, so I set her lunch up in her office and came back out to tell her when I heard my ringtone for Edward.
Shit. He doesn't waste any fucking time does he?
Tulip smirked like a cocky bitch.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret. Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret.
He'd sent me a text.
Are you cumming by soon? ;P
I laughed and hit reply.
It was only then that I felt a fucking pair of eyes on me and was gagged by Lauren's nasty perfume.
She'd been looking over my shoulder.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I snarled at her.
"Oh he sounds like a catch, Bella," she said rolling her eyes at the message and tromping back to her desk.
You certainly wanted to catch him in your clam trap.
I rolled my eyes, "At least the dick I'm fucking didn't come from an Oscar Mayer's package, you hotdog fucking skank."
She let out an exaggerated scream and stomped off to her desk.
That's right. Go air out your pork product skankified cooch and leave me the fuck alone.
I went and told Alice that her lunch was here, and then plopped down at my desk and wrote him back.
Tell Slugger I'm at work. You know, that thing you think you're doing when the director yells "action".
I'll keep you my dirty little secret. Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret.
Ouch. I'm wounded. (note the fucking sarcasm) Seriously, when are you coming with my suit. I wanna get this shit over with.
What a fucking baby. It must be hard to have to walk down a carpet and have people take pictures of you then sit and clap like you give a shit for a few hours. My heart fucking bleeds.
Well when you make it sound so fucking appealing. When hell freezes over you undeserving prick
I knew he meant the SAG awards, but I was fucking with him.
I meant the fucking awards! Are you always so goddamn sensitive?
Like the head of your cock. Relax! I was fucking with you.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret.
I'd rather have you fucking me.
Me too ;P Like I said, since apparently you've forgotten how to fucking read. I'm at work which means no pre-show nookie for you.
Tulip glared at the clock, kicked the ground and pouted.
So who is coming here to drop off my stuff?
Jessica, I think.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret.
I can't fucking stand her.
Lmao. She seems really excited. Pucker up lover boy.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret.
I'm not that good of an actor. There's no fucking way.
It's getting towards show time. I don't think you have a choice.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret.
There's always a fucking choice.
What the hell was he talking about?
Lauren's phone rang then.
"Denali Inc. Lauren speaking, how may I..."
Her face brightened and then fell.
"Y..Yes..Mr. Cullen. Right away," she pressed the hold button.
Holy fucking crap.
"Tanya, Edward Cullen is on line one and he sounds upset."
I could hear Tanya's muffled command across the hallway Put him through!
Shit Shit Shit! What the fuck is he doing?
What are you fucking doing? I texted him back. No answer.
Tanya emerged from her office a few seconds later. "Bella? Could I have a few minutes?"
I nodded and swallowed hard. "Lauren go find Jessica and tell her I need to speak with her ASAP. "
Lauren nodded and took off.
"Is something wrong Tanya?"
"I know this is going to sound strange, but I just got a call from Edward Cullen, and he specifically asked for you to come drop off his suit for the SAG awards."
You mean he wants Tulip delivered on a silver platter. Tulip started fixing her face and started trying on outfits.
Shit. I can't look too eager to go over there.
"What? That's so silly," I admonished shaking my head. "Didn't anyone tell him, that I'm not a stylist? I have no idea what I'm doing," I said innocently.
"No, but apparently I do," Tulip pipped up trying on her third outfit.
Tanya's eyes fucking twinkled. "Oh, I know that dear," she said curtly.
It took everything I had not to fucking shank her with one of my sporks from lunch. I may not have wanted to dress these fuckers, but I sure as hell could if I had to.
"However, he specifically asked for you, so I'm assuming you can handle things as well as you did last time?"
That depends on what your definition of things is? If you're talking bout Slugger, that's Tulip's department.
"I got this," Tulip yelled confidently, scoping herself out in the mirror, twirling a bit.
I nodded. "I'm sure I can manage," I reassured her.
Jessica, Lauren and Alice all arrived in the hallway then.
"What's going on Tanya?" she asked, passing a glare my way. "We all need to get going."
"It appears Edward is adamant about having Bella deliver his suit."
Alice's eyes widened for a second and then she shot me a coy smile.
"What? Her? She's a P.A.! She doesn't know the first thing about this!" Jessica screamed.
If one more person says that I'm going to fucking lose it. I'm talking complete carnage. It will make Neo and Trinity shooting up the office building in the Matrix look like a fucking walk in the park.
Tulip started polishing her RPG and doing up a red bandana across her forehead.
"She's only dropping it off," Alice offered haughtily. "I don't see any harm."
"Neither do I," Tanya agreed. "Especially since he asked for her specifically and she did so well last time."
Jessica shook her head, her blonde ponytail whipped around. "This is outrageous. She's not even qualified."
"Jessica. This isn't your call. It's mine and the client had final say," Tanya dismissed.
Jessica opened her mouth to protest again, but Tanya cut her off with a finalizing glower.
"It's settled then," Tanya confirmed, clapping my shoulder. "Jessica, why don't you show Bella where everything is so she can get going."
Tulip had gotten on her pink crop top and leather pants and was singing. "Get it-get it, get it-get it what?"
"Sure, no problem, let me just get it all together for her. I'll be right back." Jessica shot me a glare that could have melted paint off a fucking tank and turned on her heel and stormed off. Her heels clacked on the floor as she sulked away.
Tulip had her hands on her hips and yelled, "That's right bitch! Fucking walk away! Slugger is mine. Step the fuck off!"
"I don't want to cause any problems Tanya, perhaps Jessica is better suited," I suggested, with feigned shyness."Edward and I don't get along very well."
I had to keep up the ruse. I couldn't give anyone the slightest inkling that we could even stand to be in the same room as one another.
Alice shot me a sideways glance, and I could tell she was bitting the side of her mouth to keep from laughing.
"Don't make me come up there!" Tulip threatened, sharpening her Stiletto heel. "Slugger and I get along just fine."
"Edward doesn't get along well with anyone, Bella. I'm sure you can take it as well as you give it. I've heard what a hellcat you can be, just try to take it in stride."
There were so many fucked up innuendos in that sentence, my pervy brain couldn't focus on just one.
Alice squeaked out "excuse me," and turned abruptly and practically ran away. I could hear her laughing from the showroom.
Tanya left me then and went to join the other stylists while I heard my phone play Dirty Little Secret again.
Getting my way.
No fucking kidding.
Your hard on for Tulip is going to get us fucking caught. (pun fully fucking intended)
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
You worry too much. I'll take it you're cumming soon?
Fine, I'll play his fucking game.
I'm just dropping off your overpriced duds. I have no intention of staying
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
I'll make you stay and I'll have you begging for a fucking double header.
Tulip was singing a medley of Promiscuous Girl and Give it to Me while gyrating her hips.
He thinks he's going to turn the tables on me? I wonder how many times I'm going to have to prove that I am the fucking queen, he is my bitch, and that he will be the only one begging.
I'm gonna bring my A game. Is Slugger is ready to be on deck so soon?
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
He says Game Fucking On.
It certainly fucking is.
**Sexy Silk**
I borrowed a few things from Alice and the showroom in order to put my plan into motion. Alice giggled like a bitch as she got what I asked for.
Jessica practically threw the garment bag at me with the suit in it. I peeked inside while she wasn't looking, a dark blue Gucci. I smiled, satisfied with myself. At least he took my advice and went a little more daring than last time.
Another garment bag was shoved at me.
"What is this?" I quizzed Jessica, eyeing the bag. I only remembered having one last time.
"Edward," she started accentuating his name like she was fucking close to him, "likes to have an extra dress shirt brought over," she informed me, with a dreamy fucking look in her eyes.
I was trying not wretch on her pink Prada dress.
"Just make sure to tell him it's from me," she noted seriously
Right. From the self-diluted bitch who pops Xanax like they're fucking Pez. Got it.
If she hadn't just made my little plan come together even better than I had hoped, I would've told her she was late for her fucking wax.
"I'll tell him, I promise," I said sweeter than fucking sugar. "I'm sure he'll be very appreciative."
She smiled, and said thank you, with about as much sincerity as I'm sure she could muster, and walked off.
Alice came up to me, handed me my "make him beg bag," helped me get everything into Coop and then walked off with a wink and a wave.
I drove down the street and got changed in a Starbuck's bathroom and then drove to Brentwood.
I spent the whole drive praying to the Cindafuckin'rella's of Hollywood Blvd. that my ass wouldn't get pulled over for speeding, because without a doubt, I would've been arrested for solicitation. I may or may not have considered it a fucking compliment.
Cue the Pretty Woman song and the fucking Edward jokes.
I hit the button on the gate and it immediately opened and I drove in and parked in the same spot.
My hair was already up and brown curls were falling around my face. I fixed the collar of my shirt and slipped on my 4 inch Christian Louboutin black pumps, tied my thigh length trench around my waist and made my way to his door with what was left of his suit.
"Hey," he greeted, eyeing me.
"Hi," I returned pretending I was agitated.
"What's up?" he asked still looking me over.
From the look of your pants, apparently Slugger is.
"I think you better check to make sure everything is here because Jessica just kind of threw it at me and took off."
He shook his head and took the garment bag and threw it over the foyer chair. "I'm not really interested in that right now," he murmured against my ear, pulling me around the middle and running his nose along my neck.
Tulip was in total fucking agreement.
"I really think you should check now, before I make you forget what the suit is even here for," I advised, and then ran my tongue along the cusp of his ear. I felt Slugger twitch against me.
"Or that you have anywhere else to be other than calling out my fucking name," I spoke seductively into his ear and stroked Slugger from base to tip through his stretched pants, running my thumb slowly over the head as I caught his eyes. They closed and he bit his bottom lip and groaned.
Pink had it right. It's so fucking on right now.
He licked his lips and started attacking my mouth. The cinnamon was fresh and there was some trace of peppermint that I noticed for the first time. I ran my hands through his hair and over his back, while he
tried to untie the belt from my coat. I smacked his hand, pushed him, and took two steps back. A look of fierce determination sparked in his eyes. It was like green fucking lust and fire.
"That's the second fucking time you've done that to me," he reminded, taking a tentative step forward. "You may hate being teased, but I fucking won't be."
Tulip was getting pissed with me, "I want Slugger," she whined. "I've already flooded the place for our playdate."
I gave him a "you're going to be so fucking sorry you did that smile" and stood my ground.
"Edward, take the suit, go upstairs, and make sure everything is there before you make a complete ass out of yourself," I instructed, raising my eyebrow and placing my hand on my hip.
He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again and looked back towards the garment bag. He narrowed his eyes at me as he grabbed it. He continued to stare at me as he cautiously walked up the stairs. I checked out his ass as he made his way up.
"I know you're checking out my ass," he called at the top of the stairs.
"You better fucking believe it," I yelled as I slipped off my coat, and threw it by the door.
I crept up the stairs and found my way down the hallway to his room. He was standing with his back to the door, the bag unzipped riffling through it. I leaned up against the door frame.
"Everything's he..." he stopped mid-sentence and I smiled knowing what he was going to say next. "I'm missing the tie."
Of course you are. It's tied around my fucking neck and I'm standing here in nothing, but my navy blue lace panties and bra, your white dress shirt with the top buttons undone, and a six hundred dollar pair of come fuck me heels.
"Oh, I think I found it," I said, twirling the end of it with my fingers.
He turned his head slightly to look at me, did a fucking double take, and then turned around completely.
"Is this what you're looking for?" I asked, letting my hair down and running my hand through it. I let my fingers trail down the edge of the shirt and exposed a little more of the girls. I brushed my right calf against the back of my left, licked over my bottom lip and leaned my head on my outstretched arm.
"Holy motherfucking hell," he huffed out and rushed towards me.
"Look, but don't touch," I warned, loosening the tie and slipping it over my head. He ignored me, like I knew he would.
"Touch, but don't taste," he continued, darkly. The fucking lust was rolling off of him. He pulled me firmly against him and started kissing between my tits. He ran his mouth over the tops, just underneath the lace. My head fell back as he kissed his way back up to my collarbone and licked a straight line up the side of my neck and started sucking hard just below my ear.
His left hand slipped under the bottom of my shirt and under the lace of my panties and gripped my ass cheek and started squeezing.
My eyes rolled back in my head. I laced my fingers in his hair and moaned loudly when he sucked harder.
Even though I was practically getting off on what he was doing, I couldn't have him fucking marking me.
"Hey vamp boy, knock it the fuck off," I panted. "I can't have you leaving fucking bruises on me."
"Why?" he whispered and kissed the spot.
"Some of us have to go back to work and can't look like they just got attacked by a Hoover attachment."
He pulled back and smiled a full on dazzling smile. "Too fucking late," he said smugly, pulling my hair back to admire his handy work.
Son of bitch. Fucker marked me. I should be fucking pissed, but I was too fucking turned on by it to care.
"Time for punishment for your Dracula wannabe bullshit," I smiled, and snapped his tie between my hands.
"Punishment huh?" he raised his eyebrows, and gave me a half smile. "What kind?"
"Well, It's lucky for you that I don't buy into the 'taste, but don't swallow' part of that Devil's Advocate monologue," I joked, pulling his red Diesel polo over his head and dropping it to the floor.
God. I wonder if seeing that fucking ripped chest is ever going to get old.
No fucking way
I cinched his wrists together behind his back, with one end of his tie.
"What are you doing?" he chuckled.
"We're going to play a game. If you can last five minutes you won't have to beg me to fuck you. If you can't... the game is over."
"Those are the only two options huh?" he quizzed cockily.
I nodded and started undoing his pants. He was fucking freeballing it. Slugger was long, strong, and definitely ready to get some fucking friction on.
I slid his jeans over his hips, squeezed his ass and started running my tongue down his chest and around his abs. I paused and kissed around his belly button, noticing that everything south of the boarder was manscaped pretty well.
"Nice," I mumbled out, taking Slugger in a firm grip at the base and glazing my tongue over the top. Slugger was already sporting a fucking drop of spunk. I was bummed when it didn't taste like fucking cinnamon, but it didn't taste bad either.
He hissed. "This is your fucking game?"
Tulip was shouting, "Slugger is fucking mine! Give him back and no one gets hurt!"
I looked up, smiled and continued teasing the tip of him with my tongue. I slowly started taking more and more of him in. I kept stroking the base while my mouth, sped up and slowed. I could hear his labored breathing and feel his body tensing.
"Christ, baby," he groaned.
He won't last another three minutes.
I took him in further, the tip of him going down my throat with every pass. I could probably swallow a footlong sub whole, since I had no gag reflex whatsoever. I was very popular with boys in high school.
Why? I'll never know.
He was starting to tense, so I carefully started cupping his balls. A hand clamped down on my wrist and I stopped, completely struck that he somehow had gotten free. I knew that fucking girl scout didn't show me the right way to tie a knot.
Fucking bitch! I want my pudding pack back!
"My turn," he growled, as he picked me up and threw me near the head of the bed.
"That's fucking cheating!" I barked.
"Who said I fucking fight fair?" he answered gruffly, while he started tying my wrists together. Then he took it one step further and tied the other end through the headboard.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm changing the rules, beautiful," he smiled.
He started slowly undoing the buttons on my shirt, like he was trying to be extra careful. With each release of a button he would kiss and suck at the skin of my newly exposed stomach.
His hot breath and expert fucking mouth caught my entire body on fire and I could only whimper and try to breath.
Tulip was knee deep in fucking lava and was surfing on the swells, trying to convince Slugger that the "water" was "fine."
"Edward! Just rip the fucking thing!" I commanded weakly.
"No fucking way. I'm wearing this later," he informed me undoing the last button.
He licked around the edge of my panties across the narrow width of my hips and then started kissing around my pubic bone and then planted a couple kisses on Tulip.
"Woo Hoo! I get a visit from Sluggers fuckawesome serpent cousin!" Tulip squealed.
"What are the rules?" I asked quickly, remembering what he had said.
"I'll only let you cum if you beg me."
He was so not pulling this shit on me. I started tugging at my wrists, but his fucking knot was better than mine.
"I wouldn't do that," he cautioned, pulling my doused panties carefully over the heel of my right shoe.
"Why the fuck not? You did!"
"You didn't tell me not to," he returned snidely. "But I'm telling you. Don't." It was commanding and so fucking hot I could have melted from the look he gave me.
Tulip could have been riding a jet-ski on the wave of "get it" juice that was flowing down there.
I felt his breath between my legs tickling my thigh and then he started sucking on it.
I wasn't going to fucking beg.
"You're so fucking wet, baby," he murmured against my thigh before trailing his tongue through my folds. "So fucking sweet," he whispered after a few more passes.
My head fell back slightly at the sensation of his tongue dipping in and I twitched.
Not going to beg.
He had a tight grip on the tops of my thighs and his face was practically buried in between my legs. His tongue and mouth were going to work on Tulip like a starving man at a Las Vegas Buffet.
I couldn't help the fucking sounds that came out of my mouth. I'm sure I sounded like I belonged on a fucking Animal Planet Show.
No begging.
He started flicking my clit slowly with that fuckawesome tongue. I swear the fucker must've have been related to Gene Simmons somehow. My hips involuntary started bucking off the bed and he got a tighter grip on them as my entire body started to tense.
I hoped he wouldn't notice, but he did and immediately slowed his roll.
Mother-fucking-god-dammit-son-of-a-twat-teasing-bitch.
"Dammit Edward," I huffed out. "Don't make me stab you in the fucking neck with these," I threatened, running my still heeled foot over his shoulder.
"Is that any way to fucking talk to someone who can do this to you?" he scolded and smirked. He brought his face back down and he went back to fucking work.
My whole body was just screaming at me and threatening to go homicidal on him if he stopped again.
Death by a Christian Louboutin heel stabbing would be an original way to go.
I could claim temporary insanity.
"Fucking god," I moaned out as I got close again.
"That's not it, baby." he sputtered out, and teased my fucking clit again.
"You better do it or I will!" Tulip ordered.
"Please," I breathed out. He may have won this fucking round, but I'd make damn sure to win the war.
"What? I don't think I heard you," he taunted.
I was Tulip's fucking puppet and the bitch was pulling all the fucking strings.
"Please, god dammit!" I screamed.
He fucking doubled his efforts. Fucker had been holding out on me and I almost combusted, my brain clicked the fuck off.
I fucking cried out god knows what as I came on his face, my back tried to arch off the bed, but his grip wouldn't let me move very much. He continued licking and sucking up every fucking drop like Tulip was spewing water from the fountain of fucking youth.
In seconds it wasn't his tongue anymore, but Slugger, sliding into home. It was almost too fucking much. My left ankle was resting on his shoulder, as he held my thigh and repeatedly slammed into me.
I moaned at the sensation of him filling me, completely under his control.
"I love this fucking color on you," he groaned and ripped my bra away from my tits.
His long fingers were circling my nips and running lines over the contours of my chest. He placed the casual kiss on my ankle.
I was still trying to recover from my last orgasm when I felt my fucking body tighten again. With every thrust it felt like he had somehow gotten deeper.
"Holy fucking God, Edward!" I screamed, as I came a second time in a matter of minutes. Tulip was bowing, throwing flowers and lighting candles at her Slugger shrine.
He pulled back and thrust Slugger in so fucking deep I thought he would take out a kidney. He exploded and spilled everything he had into me, and mumbled I was "fucking beautiful" before he fell on top of me.
I couldn't move if I wanted to. My legs were practically limp and I was still breathing heavily right along with him. Not to mention, I was still tied to the fucking headboard, like his fucking prisoner.
Why does the phase "bring on the shackles" come to mind?
I started wiggling my wrist trying to get free for real this time and he started laughing.
"If only I could keep you tied to my bed like this all the time," he joked, untying the tie from the headboard.
"Not gonna fucking happen. I don't stay tied down," I responded, as he undid the knot from around my wrist.
He frowned and then kissed my wrists gently where the tie had made a few red marks.
"I think I could change your mind…" he countered, kissing me on the cheek before helping me off the bed.
My stomach did the stupid fucking flippy thing again.
A/N: Uh yeah. So this was mostly pervy goodness...:P I promise the next chapter will advance the story a little more.
A huge THANK YOU for the lovely ladies who are pimping me out and rec'ing Sexy Silk to their readers. It means so much and I am just very honored:)
Reviews are better than being tied to Sluggerward's headboard...um..almost:P LOL And if I don't post early again, all reviews for chapters 4 and 5 will get a teaser for chapter 6. And I'll also post it on the blog.
Pictures of "Coop" and E's Vanquish are posted there now. :)
"The Dolls" are a reference to the L.A Derby Dolls Roller Derby League
debydolls(dot)com/la/
Oh, song used for Bella's (Tulipella's) ringtone for Sluggerward is "Dirty Little Secret" by the All-American Rejects.
And the song during the Vanquish sexing in chapter 4 was "Sugar, We're Goin' Down" by Fall Out Boy.