I do not own Twilight. Please be warned, this is a senselessly SMUTTY one-shot written for The Official Twilight SmutVent Calendar 2008.
Crooked executive Edward Cullen meets a mysterious, beautiful stranger at his company Christmas party. OOC/AU/AH. EPOV. Dirty, dirty language and lemon warning.
Title: Mistletoe Manipulation
Author: Vixen1836
POV: EPOV
Type: OOC/AU/AH
"So…and then I told her that she should completely just quit her job and go elsewhere. If I couldn't determine my own schedule, what's the point of being a millionaire!" he cried, laughing raucously, inundating me with a blast of his Scotch flavored breath. Everyone laughed in unison and I followed suit.
My stomach twisted as I swayed mentally between my need to flee immediately from this ridiculous group of people and the need to stay in order to make sure I was mingling for an appropriate amount of time. I couldn't believe I'd agreed to this and yet I could. My new partner was a nice man, but obnoxious and very old fashioned. He was all about employee loyalty and networking with old contacts, which is why I'd allowed him a buy in. Not that he would actually get what he'd earned when I edged him out.
I was successful and young and I didn't make it to where I was today by fighting fair. He'd opened our Seattle branch and brought it through to a $4M earning profit by the third quarter. He'd landed several deals and had stocked his staff with his colleagues and associates, whom were all loyal to him, which was why they were laughing at his stupid fucking jokes while I stood in their circle as an obvious outsider, clearly the stooge in their eyes. It's okay...they will all be replaced.
They probably saw me as some young wunderkind from New York that had no idea what I was doing. Little did they know that, unless my new partner performed a financial audit and discovered everything in the next few months, my accountant had already embezzled funds from his branch. Our yearly audit had been passed already, so I was free to continue for the next few months with no worry. And by this time next year, after the branch was sustainable at its current revenue, the discovery of what he'd done would emerge. He would take the fall and I would walk with his contacts and revenue. And he would probably go to jail, but that's how business was done. He would be over and ruined. The plan was subtle and effective, but it was still making feel slightly guilty to stand so close to him, especially when he was happy. I swore to myself that I wouldn't be doing this type of deal again. After him, of course.
And I was patient with his group of lackeys until he went into another business story, pointing out clearly how he'd saved the day and what he'd learned. Fucking boring. I missed New York. I held in a sigh and met the fake smile of an older woman that had been making eyes at me all night. She was a hot piece of ass for an older lady, but she was with her husband.
I laughed at a joke absently as I caught the tail end of the chorus of laughter and excused myself to the bar. The ballroom was nicely decorated, very colorful with Christmas shit everywhere. Trees, lights and mistletoe were hanging from the ceiling and set along the bar. I made my way up to a stool and took a seat before I looked around again.
It was funny to me that these people were all under my employ, but had no idea who I was – that reminder only made me laugh internally, realizing once again how clever my plan was. No one would ever suspect me. I was a competent business owner with a net worth beyond what was even documented on paper.
And as I sat at the bar, bored and annoyed all over again as jingle bell rock began to play, I decided I would leave in an hour. My flight was scheduled for first thing the following morning and I couldn't wait to get back. The rain and the dismal weather here were already adding to my aggravation. Snow in New York was one thing, sleet and wet shit in Seattle was another.
"Yes, thank you," a woman's voice said clearly, somewhere close by.
I turned around in my stool automatically and flinched back slightly as a beautiful brunette with nice, big brown eyes and long hair turned from a casual conversation and focused on the bartender. She was right next to me all of the sudden, squeezing in slightly closer at the crowded bar. My eyes automatically darted to her round cleavage, peeking out just from the top of her black dress. She was sex itself with her full parted lips and bedroom eyes that I detected even from her profile. And then she was looking at me.
"Hello," she said, glancing me up and down too, observing clearly that I was checking out her tits. She had a nice sparkle in her eye and full glossy lips. I pictured them wrapped around my cock and that was a nice image. She smiled again politely and turned away to the bar once more. Only then did I realize that I had stared at her openly without speaking.
"Hi," I said smoothly, leaning into her slightly to see if she was the type. Her eyes met mine with a turn of her head and she smiled again. Oh yes, she is definitely flirting.
A female bartender walked up and asked her what she wanted to drink. As she ordered a martini, I leaned back to openly stare at her body again. She was a sleek vision in a classy black skirt and a low cut top. Her brown hair graced the middle of her back and her ass was nice, round and firm. My favorite. And it had been too long. She smiled at my eye fuck as she turned back and I smirked, loving that I'd been caught. She liked it. Who was this woman?
"I am Edward Cullen. I don't think we've met before," I said as I extended my hand.
And then I blanched away as brief shock crossed her face before she straightened her features quickly. Her dark eyes locked to mine as she parted her lips and shook my hand with a firm grip. That was a strange look, but I was more focused on confirming that she wasn't wearing a ring. And she wasn't. Her eyes darted away from mine though, back to the bar.
"You are Edward Cullen?" she asked conversationally, but somehow slightly suspicious.
Uh oh, I thought, wondering if she'd know me from somewhere. But I'd never seen her before. I was famous in the business world to an extent, but she obviously didn't travel in that circle. She looked like she was in her early twenties. It was strange that she would react with such curiosity.
"I am," I confirmed, suspicious now too. "Do I know you?"
"No," she shook her head and darted her eyes to the floor vaguely. What is she thinking?
I wondered, but then my eyes strayed again. She really did have a lovely face and nice perky tits. I could see down the top of her dress again and I looked, trying to catch sight of her full cleavage. She was sexy. And then, I knew that I would have her when she turned to face me completely.
"So, do you work for Cullen Enterprises?" I asked, wondering if she was someone's date, or worse, an employee.
"No," she shrugged.
"Here you go," the bartender returned, setting down her drink. She flashed her eyes to mine as she brought the glass to her full, sexy lips. She began to drink and I caught sight of her pink tongue on the other side of the glass before it was all gone elegantly without pause. I raised my brows at that sexy shit and said a prayer that I could at least get a blowjob. I bet she swallows like that too…
"Would you like another?" I offered. It would be easier if she were drunk.
"No," she said sweetly, looking up at me through her thick lashes, her eyes still slightly hesitant. "I think that was all I needed. It's been a very long week. I really need to relax," she sighed.
I wanted to tell her I could help her with that, but I couldn't actually stop looking at her mouth. She licked her lips and put the glass down on the bar completely. Our eyes met then and I saw it: the look. Dark eyes, slightly fluttering every other blink. The look that every man knew from their very own dreams or favorite porno. She wanted me. I knew it.
"So," I said quietly, leaning into her ear, taking the initiative and drawing my hand to her face to cup her cheek. I cleared a strand of hair from her shoulder with my other finger, lingering a little longer as I felt her soft skin. "Do you want to get out of here?"
She looked at me quickly, her eyes growing impossibly sexier even though she seemed a little hesitant still as if she were thinking, which was what I'd feared, and the reason why drinks were a good thing. But then she turned back to me, wielding her bedroom eyes to mine.
"I don't think that would be a good idea," she said innocently, batting her eyelashes and clearly contradicting her words by leaning in closer to me. She looked almost shy. I could feel the heat of her body against my stomach. I was actually very close to her and I wondered how I could break the physical barrier enough to convince her to leave.
Out of the corner of my eye I heard a loud, girlish giggle as a man grasped a woman's face and kissed her under what was clearly mistletoe.
My eyes flashed up and I saw that a few steps behind her was another strand, hanging on a clear thread from the ceiling. I looked back at her reluctant smile; she was clearly confused and I reminded myself to send a note to the organizer of the hotel for that stroke of genius, which was clearly about to get me laid by this hot little piece of ass.
I smirked at her then and leaned in to her ear, "Do you trust me?" I asked her seductively, suppressing a chuckle as she shivered. This would be too easy. I pulled from her ear and her hair, seeing her eyes had grown slightly alert and maybe even a little angry. She shook her head, staring at my mouth.
"I don't think I could ever trust you," she said softly, still contradicting her words with her tone, and still staring still at my lips. I didn't really care whether she did; it was just a good line, so I tried to think of another way to get her to back up to the mistletoe. We were in a crowded room after all.
"That's a shame," I said smoothly against her hair, breathing in her ear. "Why don't you let me prove you wrong? Take two steps backwards right now."
Her big brown eyes looked up at mine as she unraveled her hand from her drink and took two steps back, away from the bar and towards the crowd. Our bodies never strayed more than a few inches and our eyes were now locked on each other's mouths. This would definitely be easy and probably really fucking good. She stopped after the second step and I leaned again, sliding my hand up through her warm hair and wrapping around the back of her neck, trying not to be too obvious in the crowded bar.
"Look up you sexy girl," I whispered against her hair, smelling her scent of strawberries. She looked up then and as she did, I seized my chance. I kissed her full soft lips, taking her bottom in between mine and sucking lightly before kissing her full mouth. She kissed me back for a few exchanges before she slipped her hand into mine and pulled away.
"You know," she said sweetly, batting her dark eyes, hovering under my lips, "We should get out of here. Do you trust me?"
I didn't trust women as a rule, but she seemed harmless enough so I shook my head anyway. She grinned with her full mouth and turned quickly on her heels, leading me towards the exit. I started getting excited for this as I walked behind her. She pulled me through the crowd of drunken strangers, towards the two large mahogany doors leading out of the ballroom and into the hallway. Damn, I thought. She wants to go straight to the room.
As soon as the doors had shut behind us and we'd taken a few steps into the marble hallway, I noticed how quiet it was in comparison to the loud Christmas music and mumbles of the crowd inside. I had no idea where we were going, but I looked down again at her nice little ass as her black heels clicked on the marble and thanked God for my fortune. I was going to get a blowjob or a fuck from this hot girl for free with no effort on my part and no strings attached. I only noticed then that she wasn't directing us to the elevators and that I didn't know her name.
Before I could ask, she pulled me roughly towards a large mahogany door, yanking my arm. I looked around, wondering where the fuck where we were going as she wrenched it open with force and lead me into the darkness. I looked once more behind me to the brighter hallway just to be sure there was no one around, not that it should have mattered, but scandal was always a problem. Even possibly in Seattle. And then I noticed that it was pitch black all of the sudden. She pushed me roughly against the door with her hand on my chest and I couldn't see. I heard a click that I assumed was the lock.
"What –" I started, but never finished.
So suddenly, I was overwhelmed. She slammed herself against me immediately, crushing her aggressive mouth to mine and pressing her hot body eagerly against my now raging erection. I fought for breath as she panted in my mouth, winding her hands up my neck, pulling slightly on my hair as she moaned and hitched her leg to my hip. I reacted finally, grabbing her knee and pushing on her ass. She moaned in approval and pulled again on my hair while I felt for the lines of her skirt, trying to guess if she was wearing panties.
I pictured what she would look like naked quickly with her long hair and her nice ass. That was so fucking hot and I kissed her harder as she moaned into my mouth once more. She wanted it too and I was growing impatient. Thankfully, she reached for my dick through my slacks and I hissed against her mouth and clenched my jaw at the sensation. She softly stroked me with her fingertips and the feeling was both excellent and long overdue. Long hours at the office, plotting and planning had eliminated my social life for a while. Call girls were my only source for sex and that was only a necessity.
Her kiss was increasingly more aggressive as I began to rub her ass, pushing her against me in time with her light strokes through my pants. Her mouth was delicious and plump and she was panting and excited for me. I felt her little teeth as she nipped and sucked on my lips and tongue before she thrusted into my mouth repeatedly. Her taste was exquisite, like liquor and strawberries and I fucked her mouth with my own.
I could think of nothing else but the vision of her pinned against the wall for me now, naked and taking me completely. And I wasn't going to mess around now if she wanted to fuck me, so I pulled her again into my hardening cock and arched my hips forward, trying to show her what I wanted. I needed to get inside her against the wall. I could only imagine how her ass would feel in my hands. Automatically, I squeezed her cheek roughly and smacked her hard, absorbing the tiny shakes of her firm cheek with my hand. I was going to have to just take her skirt off.
"I never do this," she breathed against my face as she began gyrating her body towards me, sending her breasts in a crush against me as if she was responding to invisible spurts of desire. I wanted to get her naked, but then I realized that we wouldn't have time for that. Wait. Where the fuck am I?
My dizzy mind slightly cleared as she pulled away from my mouth, hovering her swollen lips beneath mine as she slid her hands under my jacket. I let her slip it off me and I moved my arms from her for a moment to let it drop, only to replace them around her immediately, grasping her ass again. My cock hardened as she moaned deeply with the contact.
I opened my eyes quickly again, remembering that she'd pulled me in here when we could have gone to my room. My eyes adjusted to the dark room quickly as she sporadically kissed and sucked on my neck with her own little whimpers. It was hard to concentrate and I clenched my jaw as she rocked her body into my cock again, teasing me. I focused and saw that we were in a dark conference room that should have probably been otherwise locked. My eyes landed on a long mahogany table stretching the length of the room with leather chairs all around.
Jackpot, I thought as I assessed the table, picturing her in my mind, laid out although unfortunately still in her black dress, and trying to stifle her screams of my name. Pinning her against the wall would be good, but she was all over me here and I wanted her my way. Ready and available for my every whim.
I backed her up from the door with my hands on her ass, heading for the table. Her hands were in my hair and she panted in anticipation as she reached the table. She pulled her hands down to her skirt and bunched it up around her hips, staring at my mouth completely. Then she hiked it up further, exposing lacy red panties as she sat, spreading her legs for me. I let out a deep gust of air at the sight as I slid between them, rubbing my hard on against her immediately as I tangled one hand in her warm hair again, heading for her neck. Her hands began to work their way up my arms as my other roamed up her smooth thighs, heading for the lace in the middle as I nipped and sucked her neck, trying to at least have some form of foreplay.
"Are you in a relationship?" she asked quietly and quickly as she ran her hands across my shoulders, down my chest and stomach to begin working on my belt. She was going to fuck me so why did that matter?
"No," I whispered honestly as I drew her bottom lip into my mouth and sucked lightly, trailing my hand to the side of her panties, deciding whether to slip in through the top or the side.
"Did you bring a date tonight?" she whispered as her hands undid my buckle.
"No," I whispered as I ran the back of my fingertips against her wet panties. She moaned softly and I smirked. I might not be famous, but my touch was.
"Mhmm," she moaned again as she began to suck on my lip and unbutton my pants. I moaned back, feeling quite proud of myself. She was soaked. I stroked her again softly, eliciting a little whimper.
"Don't get too excited," she moaned seriously with her eyes closed and her pouty lips right in front of my face. "I was wet before I laid eyes on you."
I pulled back away from her face, still stroking her with my knuckles, unsure as to how to take that. She tightened her grip then on my pants and pulled the band towards her, bringing my clothed erection up against her again. I slipped my fingers inside the edge of her panties without another thought and stroked her hot wetness.
Oh god, I thought with a rough exhale. She's fucking completely bare.
I shuddered with lust as I peered down then to watch my hand. I could see clearly my fingers working under the wet cloth and her folds which were soft and bare. She was so ready and as she slid her hand down to my button, I tried not to whimper now as a breathy sigh escaped me again, thinking of wet she was and how fucking amazing she was going to feel. My cock throbbed for her.
"You like that don't you," she whispered against my mouth, jerking my button open. "You like to fuck people quick and hard."
People? I barely registered that. Not people, but you, I thought wryly.
"It won't be quick," I countered teasingly, touching her clit with my fingertips, eliciting a gasp that made my cock harden further. I turned my fingers then, pulling her panties to the side completely, trying not to look down, stroking her for once with my entire hand. Oh god. She was all soft skin and slippery wet. I heard and felt my zipper go down.
I headed to her soft tits with my other hand, plumping them and pulling them further out of her dress as I teased her. Her sounds were wonderful as I squeezed until I pulled her top down enough to suck on her nipple. I licked and nibbled, absorbing her little moans as she slid her hand into the top of my slacks and pushed them down, heading straight for the band of my boxers. The cold air invaded as she pulled them down roughly, too, taking no care with my erection. I cringed as it slapped back against my stomach once the elastic had passed.
"We'll see about that," she said disparagingly as if she doubted me. She didn't even know me. I ignored that little sweet taunt as I felt her hands move to my hips, thinking clearly that she had no idea what was in store for her. And then she pulled me close to her and kissed my lips intermittently.
"I bet you will want me to scream your name," she breathed against my mouth, sending chills up my spine as her fingertips softly began to stroke my length for the first time. My eyes fluttered closed and I wondered exactly how she would sound. Two syllables or three?
"You want me to submit to you…so you can own me and fuck me…" she said. "But, I won't."
Jesus, this girl is intense, I thought.
"You have a dirty mouth," I told her through a breathy rasp, still focusing on her nice stroking. "But, I can give you what you need."
"Christmas is the time for giving," she whispered as she pulled my hair slightly. I was barely able to concentrate on anything but her soft, warm hand though as I felt her tighten on my base roughly. I tried not to respond to the pleasure, but I crushed her breast in my hand anyway as she began to stroke me even and hard, jerking enough to make me feel instant pleasure. I shuddered again and tried to keep up with our banter as I lost the need to think.
"Mhm," she moaned again against my ear, nibbling my skin painfully and thrusting her hips into my erection and her hand, which were quickly becoming one throbbing entity. My mouth was open slightly and I kept my eyes closed as she touched me.
"We'll see who fucks who," she hissed with a serious tone.
And then, she began palming, stroking, and tickling my cock erratically. My head dropped to her shoulder completely and I smelled her skin as I tried weakly to still grasp and squeeze her breasts. I was in sensory overload though and I panted quietly in pleasure as her hand worked me with no rhyme or reason.
Confusion invaded because her words were so dirty and fucking hot and I wanted her to keep talking unless it prevented her from stroking. She loosened her grip then though and I mourned the loss. Her thumb rubbed then along the bead of moisture at my tip, still trailing her fingertips back along my length softly as the head rested against her palm. She was really stroking me. I leaned into her shoulder further, grasping her ass and pulling her closer as I tried to regulate my breathing. I couldn't believe how good that felt.
"Where is your condom?" she whispered pointedly, beginning to rub me then with her full hand now, making it difficult to answer any questions. I groaned into her neck, wanting to go exactly where that was leading and yet not wanting to disrupt the warm sensations of her hand. I leaned back from her legs though, feeling my hard on right against her heat as she still touched and trailed her fingers.
I was fumbling with my wallet then and struggling to find the condom on an autopilot of lust. She began to stroke me faster than and my own lidded eyes were only kept open by the promise of more. I got my wallet open right as she leaned up and in to suck on my mouth once more in time with her strokes. I was trying to find the wrapper and get the condom out so I could have this girl already, but she was distracting me and my head felt clouded.
She pulled me forward suddenly by ripping my hair with one hand in a burst of energy. I had pulled the condom out finally, but I clenched it in my fist as the pain of her pull made me shiver. My wallet dropped as she grabbed my face harder and plunged her tongue into my mouth. She was rough and I couldn't believe she'd just done that. It was fucking hot and I kissed her back hard, snatching her wrist from pulling my hair, placing it back on my aching cock, showing her I wasn't done with her. She moaned and I groaned and we both opened our eyes as we kissed violently. Hers fluttered closed quickly, but I saw it. She fucking wanted me so badly.
My hand clenched around hers with that encouragement and she moaned and stroked with me. My hips were surrounded by her legs suddenly as she pulled me closer, forcing my cock at attention against her red panties, rubbing and chafing. I knew I needed to act fast.
I edged forward, resituating my footing with a slight stumble from my slacks at my feet, trying to stay still as I ripped the packet open. She withdrew her hand from me and slid it softly up my stomach. My muscles tightened under her touch. She moaned again, which was nice, but I wanted to hear more. I really hope she's a screamer, I thought in a daze of desire.
I quickly rolled the condom on, panting with anticipation as the image of her bent over the table filled my mind. I hoped we could get that far. I was ready then, but when I looked down and saw her slick folds bare for me still, her panties pulled still to the side, I exhaled abruptly. She exhaled too and my eyes snapped up to hers. I watched her smile lazily as she wrapped one hand into my hair and took my cock in the other, gliding me up and down, rubbing herself with the tip, moaning with me as I absorbed the sensation of her grip.
And then she clenched me closer by my hair once more. My hand slid to her ass and I pulled the skirt even higher in its bunch as I slid swiftly into her tightness, absorbing the immediate shock of her with a deep moan. She moaned deeply back and I groaned again at her fantastic tight heat. She was so warm and slick. I slid in all the way while she grasped my hair painfully. It hurt, but I ignored it in the face of such fucking pleasure. She pulled me even closer, holding me to her, grinding her elbows into my shoulder, keeping me into her tightness so perfectly. I slid out and then in again.
"You have no idea how it feels to be fucked," she whispered in the silence, stifling another moan as I entered again.
"Yes, I do," I told her honestly, shifting in, letting her tight heat consume my cock, relishing exactly how good that felt. I pulled out again and thrust slightly, eliciting a kittenish whimper. I buried my head into her neck, trying to cope with her as I moved that way again, still slow, but enough.
"Not yet, you don't," she growled into my hair as she pulled my head down into her shoulder further.
That shit was hot and I thrusted again at her words repeatedly, earning moan after moan. I started working her faster then, still reeling over how tight her body was and how dirty her mouth sounded. She felt too good and this wouldn't last long, which was a shame because she was fucking perfect.
I reached up to palm her tits through her top though, trying to make it good while it lasted. I didn't look away from her neck, but feeling the soft texture on my fingertips as they spilled over into my hand was amazing. She sighed as I touched her and panted and whimpered against my ear, clinging onto my shoulders and my hair still so tightly. I picked up my pace just a little, suddenly feeling the need to have more of her. She responded to each movement and I thought clearly that her sounds were going to make me come.
"I hope...you don't...come fast," she moaned through my thrusts, expressing my fear.
What? I reeled back and looked at her with lust filled eyes as I tried to process that comment while my head swam with the sensations of fucking her. And she was perfectly serious. Jesus, I thought. No pressure…what the…
My eyes shifted accidentally to her mouth then as I looked at her still in confusion. But I saw her full lips in my imagination instantly, wrapped around my cock, and even though I was fucking her and it was amazing, that image was exquisite. I buried my head back into her neck to concentrate.
"You better…remember…that I never…get fucked…" she moaned absently as she tightened her grip on my hair and wrapped her legs around me completely, locking me into her. She was the tightest woman I'd ever felt so I knew she wasn't lying, which only made me thrust a little harder.
"You are now," I whispered back without thinking. She cried out sharply then and pulled my hair as my thrust brought our hips together.
"Ow!" I growled into her neck, without thinking again.
"Was that too much for you?" she teased shrewdly, absorbing another one of my vengeful thrusts with a sharp intake of breath, and letting out a giggle that turned quickly into a full moan as I started slamming my cock into her for retribution. She was fucking rude and sassy and she was talking shit to me. I liked it and yet I didn't. I almost laughed as she cried out sharply with each new slam, wrapping her legs higher around my back, pulling her whole body into mine, absorbing my fuck.
Her sounds were echoing in the silence of the dark room and when I slammed yet again, I remembered her words. I leaned back in a daze of sex to make sure she knew who was fucking who now. I grasped her hair with my free hand and pulled her face to mine. She closed and then opened her eyes slowly as she panted before she looked at me. Her dark eyes became somehow dangerous looking as they were inches from my own. She wasn't smiling now and I grinned halfway at her, wondering why she was being so bossy. It didn't matter. I knew that I was showing her silently that I wasn't the type to take her taunting. I slammed yet again, repeatedly in quick succession, watching her face contort in pleasure as she gripped me for support; feeling satisfied that I was shutting her mouth.
"Yes!" she growled as I began to develop a tight rhythm, staring at her open mouth and feeling like a fucking sex god as she began to run her nails under the material of my shirt in pleasure. Then she began scratching me painfully as she drew them from middle of my back to my neck. She seared my skin with her claws and then I lost my patience.
"That fucking hurts," I told her as I fucked her even harder. She laughed breathlessly against my mouth, panting and whimpering without thinking.
"It hurts…when you…get fucked," she panted sweetly through ragged breaths. As I thrust harder again at her provocation, I tried to think clearly because her tone didn't fit her statement at all. She was fucking taunting me that way through sweet little sounds.
"Not always," I countered weakly through my thrusts. And then I made a rookie fucking mistake as I looked down to watch myself filling her. I groaned at the sight of her tightness still holding on to my cock as I withdrew quickly.
"We'll…see…go harder…" she requested simply through intermittent groans, now rougher and lower as she nibbled and sucked my mouth. I complied with her request fucking instantaneously, desperate to show her what I could do now. But it was getting harder to focus and I kept trying to ignore the vision of her wet red panties pulled to the side of her bare skin as I disappeared inside of her. I saw my grandmother swimming again, trying to stop the image I was indulging in from hovering.
"If you…are…going to…fuck…at least…do it right…" she hissed, interrupting my control.
I growled at her challenge. Her words were irritating me, as if I wasn't giving her what she'd wanted already. And I needed her to shut up so I could concentrate. I slid her ass further off the table roughly, allowing me to enter her even deeper. I gave her more out of frustration and felt pretty fucking good about myself as she bit back new moans. Then suddenly she broke from embracing me and threw herself back onto the mahogany table, sending her hair all over the glass as her back arched. I smirked and laughed breathlessly. She was surrendering her body to the pleasure I was giving her. Submitting to me, despite her earlier promise.
I chuckled once breathlessly as I grasped the edge of her hips more and pulled her completely to me as I slammed into her yet again, thrusting wildly, harder than I'd ever fucked anyone before. I could have sworn it would be painful for her, but apparently it wasn't.
"Oh!" she cried, feeling what I was capable of, otherwise biting back her moans.
I wanted her to scream for me and she had to be close. I smiled again smugly as I began to tap the edge of her, filling her completely. She began to cry out in between my thrusts and one hand went to her hair and the other to touch herself. I looked down again as she played expertly between us, trying to watch myself and her at the same time. It was a fucking sight to behold because I could see absolutely everything. And then that was too much, so I slowed down to watch yet again anyway, warring with myself to stop.
"No, that's not as nice as it was before," she complained from down the table with a frustrated sigh, annoyed because I slowed down. "This is pathetic. I am ready for you to come now."
She'd said that in an unaffected huff and I fucking exhaled roughly. Pathetic? What a bitch? Who does this girl think she is? I kept going, ignoring her words as I watched myself enter her again. I was fucking mesmerized and I didn't want it to end. She had a fucking great body and she was so bare and tight.
"Come now, please," she said clearly, still laying on her back.
I didn't get what her fucking problem was and I was fucking holding on for dear life, trying to make it last and enjoy at the same time and she didn't sound like she as enjoying herself at all anymore. She was laying back still as if she was absorbing everything I was giving, and she was panting, but it looked as if she was just biding her time and that fucking infuriated me. So I dug deep and concentrated as I started to fuck her harder again, in a tight slam of consecutive thrusts, trying to keep her engaged. I lowered my hand to her and began to rub her clit. But then with a swat of her hand, she slapped me away.
"I told you to come," she said sweetly again, lifting her head off the table, staring at me with narrowed eyes directly. I slowed down automatically because that was the most fucking emasculating thing I'd ever seen. Do I not feel good to her? I had to know. So I thrust again, harder, trying to provoke her to satisfy my confusion.
And then I saw it. Her head was still forward off the table, but her eyes rolled back with my harder thrust. Her lips parted with a gasp as I did it again. But then she snapped her eyes to mine, realizing her error. But it was too late. I understood. It was about control, she did enjoy it.
"I don't come on command," I growled at her through my own ragged breathing, feeling instantly better now that I'd pegged her façade and dedicated to punishing her now.
I resituated my grip on her, to pull her forward for the grand finale, but then she shot up quickly, never dislodging my cock as she wrapped her arms around my neck, wrenching her hands into my hair, crushing her body to mine. She was all over me then and I felt her hot mouth on my ear as she pulled my hair and clenched her legs around my back. I dug my fingers into her ass and held her even closer as I continued.
"Do you…want…me to beg…or plead…or scream…your name…" she taunted softly as she leaned and slipped her hand quickly up my shirt, scratching the shit out my abdomen. "Because I…won't let…you fuck…me…and I…said…come…"
She'd said the last few words in a hiss and I couldn't believe what she was saying and what she was doing and that it was working. I fought to focus again as I entered her and withdrew with diligent strength. She was fucking with my head.
"You...fucked up...and I own...you now," she whispered serious and low through my thrusts. I shuddered because that sounded fucking scary, but I couldn't control myself as my imagination tortured me with a vision of her telling me that shit in leather with boots on. So quickly I was losing it as I felt the pressure build each time those words rang around my head.
"You want to come…" she rushed out mockingly and then her voice lowered to sexy mewls. "Come now because I own you…" she demanded harshly through her own now suddenly vicious pants.
Those words were meant as fucking weapons and I wanted to break free and demand that she explain what the fuck she was talking about. What the fuck? She's a bitch, I managed to think as I came closer. Fuck her.
And I focused, not wanting to give in and refusing to relent, knowing she was saying some scary shit, but I held on and I focused as I thought of my grandmother swimming fucking laps. And that worked, and I fucked her hard and although she still seemed to be taunting me with her dark eyes, I was feeling pretty fucking good about my level of resistance.
Until I felt it. Unparalleled and absolute ecstasy. She clenched painfully tight around me on purpose. Oh fuck…
I groaned a pathetic sound as I slammed her repeatedly, hesitant to pull out, trying to soak up every bit of the feeling of her tight heat locked around me, enjoying that she'd just done that, and trying to ignore the realization that she could tighten on command. I groaned again, confused and fucking dizzy with the sensations.
"Yes…look who's…fucking…who…now," she whispered roughly again through ragged breaths.
"Come now!" she demanded in another hiss as she bit down on my shoulder and pulled hair from my head.
And it was over then. And I came. Resistance was impossible and I surrendered to the glorious fucking pleasure of this crazy bitch completely as I shuddered and groaned in waves. I leaned into her shoulder, still thrusting weakly and twitching into her as I panted and reeled and experienced the final bursts of my release completely. Her legs unwrapped then, but I still felt her hands in my hair, stroking me nicely now, and rubbing the spots she'd nearly pulled from my scalp. Holy fuck, that was awesome.
"Shhh," she coaxed. I frowned vaguely at that shit, but I caught my breath against her neck anyway, still holding on to her ass. She smelled like strawberries and that was nice, even if she was fucking nuts. I recovered and pulled out of her though, feeling instant unstable fatigue in my legs.
And I was in great shape, but I would be sore tomorrow because I'd just fucked her brains out. She let me go then and as I took one step back, still reeling from that shit, I looked up at her. Her eyes met mine before she looked away to the door, smiling distantly as I stared at her straightening her clothes as if she'd recovered so quickly. I could barely stand. I watched her still, unable to move yet, contemplating lying down for a moment to recover completely. My body and my mind were floating.
And she was fucking hot with her hair all over the place. She smoothed it down and ran her fingers through like a comb. I snapped from my stupor as her heels hit the carpet with a soft thud. I realized that I was panting and naked from the waist down still. She stepped away, leaving me standing there as I clutched the edge of the table for support. She'd spoken so dirty...those words...and...
I looked down and saw my nearly flaccid cock hanging limply and I leaned down to pull my pants up, feeling awkward as I finally registered the feel of my situation. I grabbed my wallet as I tried to collect myself. That was the strangest, rudest, most confusing no strings sex…
"If you will excuse me, I have to go to the ladies room to freshen up," she said quietly, staring forward still with an absent grin. She walked away then for a few steps and I turned my body automatically in her direction, trying to recall what had all just happened as I tucked in my shirt. I have to get rid of this condom…
Suddenly, my eyes snapped to her form automatically as she quickly strode back to me in the darkness, seizing my hair in her hands with a violent pull, wrenching my face towards hers. Her full lips met mine roughly once before she bit my mouth.
"Fuck," I hissed as I reached out to her waist to push her away, only when I touched her that close, I felt the desire to pull her back in and I did. Her body was firm and warm under my hands. She leaned into my ear, stroking my hair now softly, sending her strawberry scent in a swirl around me. She licked my earlobe and I shivered.
"Mr. Cullen…if there is a next time, which will depend entirely on you," she breathed, stroking my hair again, pressing her body to my side, inspiring an involuntary shudder as she shifted in a wave against me. "You will be a man and make me come for you," she whispered.
Mr. Cullen? And then she immediately released my hair and turned to leave. I didn't catch a glimpse of her face one last time, but I watched her sexy, crazy ass slip out of the dark room as I still stood in a state of stunned silence. What the fuck just happened? Next time? Mr. Cullen?
I disposed of the condom in the wastebasket quickly and strode to the door to find my crumpled jacket. She'd scrunched it by the door purposely when she'd left. What was the deal with that girl?
Instantly, I felt the need to get out of this room. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd somehow just encountered a crazy seductress. I still couldn't believe what she'd said to me. She was a bitch…she'd said owned me…
I slipped out of the door, blinking in the low light of the hallway to adjust. Quietly, I made my way out and looked around, making sure no one saw me enter or leave. I wasn't paranoid, but I felt uneasy for some reason. No one was around, so I made my way immediately back to the ballroom, which was still muffled and cheerful sounding through the thick door.
And I tried to break from the memories of the fantastic and yet strangely fucking degrading sex I'd just had as I opened the door, feeling lighter and freer regardless. I walked up to the bar immediately and took a seat, definitely in need of a drink after that. Confusion set in as I began to replay the whole scenario in my mind.
"What will you have, sir?" the bartender asked.
"Vodka, double," I muttered, still thinking of that exquisite piece of ass and how strange that whole situation had been. Her big eyes and her bare, soft folds and strawberries and her dirty words. I started trying to think over every thing she'd said to me, but all of my memories were clouded with the vision of her spread out on her back across that table. And where was she now?
I wasn't sure why I was even entertaining the idea, but she'd said "next time" and I wondered if she'd want to start that adventure tonight. My flight didn't leave until the morning and I wouldn't be back to this shithole city for at least another year, if ever again. I really wanted to see her naked after what had just happened. After all, I was just waiting for Charlie Swan to make me enough money so that I could cut him out and fuck him right out of the fortune he was making me. I'd never see her again.
Damn, I thought. That really was some fucking weird shit. My thoughts immediately diverted back to her as the bartender slid me my drink. I looked at the clear liquid thinking about how wet that girl had been for me. "You like to fuck people…"..."Pathetic..."
I looked around for her again and didn't see her. So I smirked, thinking clearly that she was probably still in the bathroom recovering. You hit that good, I told myself, my smirk transforming into a smile. I sighed, thinking over when I could make my escape now and wondering how I could find her again.
Suddenly, a strong hand was on my shoulder and I turned quickly to see my partner Charlie standing with her. I stared back and forth between them in quick confusion, wondering how in the fuck they knew each other. His face was bright red from the alcohol, like hers, and she was glowing and smirking back at me.
"Edward! I want you to meet my daughter Bella! She'll be graduating this year with her degree in Business Finance and I hoped to appoint her as our new Chief Financial Officer for the Seattle branch," he exclaimed, hugging her in a sideways embrace. "It's a big job, but she can handle anything! She's already been looking at the books, ambitious and ready to dig in," he said proudly, looking down at her in admiration. And then he chuckled. "Like I always say, get them young and they'll always be loyal and hardworking. She's got a great work ethic!"
My fucking heart stopped and my face grew hot. I stared back at her in veiled panic as she smiled sweetly and reached out to shake my hand. Holy fucking...
I stared back between the both of them again, wondering whether I'd just been played by the sexiest fucking co-ed I'd ever seen or whether I was somehow in deep shit. Or both. You can always blame the accountant if you can't keep her quiet, I thought quickly. You should have followed your gut on this one!
"Nice to meet you, Bella," I offered dryly, staring her down, wanting immediate answers, letting her know I wouldn't go down without a fight. She smirked in mock confusion, still shaking my hand and digging her nails into my palm.
"I think we've met somewhere, actually," she said slyly. "I have an excellent memory, but I can't seem to place it. I am sure it will come back to me."
She shrugged and Charlie chuckled at her, apparently oblivious to the devilishly sexy woman he'd raised.
"Excellent, excellent!" he boomed with laughter, walking away jovially as someone else called his name.
The moment he turned I leaned in to her, but she didn't flinch back.
"We need to talk," I growled as I grasped her hand and began to pull her slightly even though she was keeping close. I dragged her back to the back of the room near a corner and backed her in, avoiding the way her eyes looked as she gazed up at me so close.
"You knew who I was and you seduced me," I charged in a low voice immediately, declaring now for the record what exactly fucking happened.
I wasn't going to answer any questions. She had to know something. If she was thorough then there was a possibility. I realized then as her eyelashes batted again sarcastically that she could possibly ruin me and she knew it. If she knew anything, I would have to pay her off and try to silence her from telling her father. But if she was going to tell, she would have already. Fuck!
She shrugged and composed a mask of innocence.
"What's wrong, Edward? You can fuck people, but you can't take it in return?" she asked sweetly with narrowed eyes.
I searched her face and she searched mine as she slowly leaned in to my ear. I didn't move.
"You won't fuck my father," she whispered back slowly and then she raised her brows and looked at me pointedly. "But I can keep a secret if you make it right."
She was fucking purring and I knew she had me.
"What do you want from me?" I whispered back, not agreeing to anything, asking for terms, and looking at a Christmas tree across the room to avoid her eyes.
"Many things," she shrugged casually before our eyes flashed back together. And then suddenly, she slipped her hand into my hair again, drawing herself closer and me down towards her. Her fingers tangled in my hair softly and I struggled to focus as a shiver ran the course of my spine. She held my gaze relentlessly.
"Your accountant made a mistake. It will be corrected," she breathed so close to my mouth.
I stared back at her without protest, wondering if she was done. I would lose money, but I had no choice now. I'd felt bad about the whole situation anyway and now I knew why. But, she might let it go if I could meet my end of the bargain. I could deal with that.
She smirked again with her full sexy lips and then and leaned into my mouth as her soft strokes of my hair stopped. She slipped her fingers into mine, pulling my hand to her hip and then tightened her grip on my scalp, demanding my attention again. My eyes still held hers, but then I saw the look again flash across her gaze.
"Right now," she whispered sweetly, nibbling my lip, enjoying the control she clearly had as I stood there, waiting with baited breath. "You will skip the fucking mistletoe and take me to your room."
And I didn't even respond before I was once again being navigated through a crowd of jolly drunken strangers.
Copyright. Vixen1836.
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I'm in a muuuuuch better mood today because Lucy's home today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woo! So we might actually update In A Month. at some point this weekend, sorry about the wait :S