Chapter 2

Emmett stood back quickly as I left the office, reading immediately the furious expression on my face. I'd been busy and he'd interrupted. I hadn't even got around to Isabella's punishment for her disobedience. Although, I wasn't an idiot, she fucking hates giving head so it would suffice until I had more time to properly discipline her.

Emmett fell into step just behind me as I quickly made my way through the hallway.

"So, whats so fucking important that you have to interrupt me?"

"That kid you told us to keep an eye on….."

"Fucking Masen?" I interrupted.

"Yeah, he got a bit… hands on.. with Rebecca in one of the private rooms".

"Idiot. He knows the rules. No fucking. How many times do I have to tell him?"

"Exactly, I thought you might like to make the point a little clearer yourself this time.."

I huffed out a laugh which Emmett joined in on. I liked Emmett. He got a job done, no arguments and no fuss. He had it pretty good, one of the perks of working for me was his hot little slut Rosalie, a gift from yours truly. I hadn't seen her in a while but he assured me she was the perfect little housewife in the making. Damn right. Emmett was definitely enjoying the perks, hot little thing at home and the sluts at the club at his beck and call whenever he wanted. The strippers were always throwing themselves at me, and Emmett on their way to get to me. They wanted the power and the money. Half the dumb bitches in this place were jealous of Isabella. I wouldn't go near any of their undoubtedly diseased pussies with someone elses dicks but I knew Emmett partook on occassion. Like I said, one of the perks of working for me…

I followed Emmett now as his hulking form cleared a path through the mass of intoxicated, sweating bodies on the dance floor to the far side of the club to the second bar, manned by Jasper. There was a third one upstairs, invite only. But only downstairs was open today. Jasper nodded respectfully at myself and Emmett as we walked behind the bar and unlocked the door at the back before going through. Mostly, as expected, it held stock for the bar, but at the back of the stockroom we took the staircase into the basement and Emmett lead me into one of the rooms at the far end where we found the Masen kid sitting at the table with Felix and Demitri either side of him looking like a scene from one of those fucking cop shows awaiting his interrogation. He sure as shit had a shock coming to him.

He was holding his head in his hands, leaning over the table, clearly realising he was in deep shit now and only wading in deeper by the second. I slammed the door shut behind me, purely for dramatic effect. As desired, the kid jumped back into the chair like he'd been shot, his eyes wild as he looked frantically around the room, probably for a fucking gun.

"Masen" I grinned at him. All happy and friendly. His expression immediately turned wary, as I was hoping.

"I swear to god Mr Cullen, I didn't fuck her. I know the rules, she was just dancing. I didn't do anything she didn't want and I didn't break any rules. I swear".

The kid looked on the verge of tears and sweat was starting to gather at his brow. I took the seat across from him as Emmett took his place at my side. I leaned forward, elbows on the table and fingers steepled, my chin propped on them. I kept the happy fucking grin on my face.

"Mr Masen, as a valued and much appreciated customer of Volterra, and a regular visitor to our private rooms I am sure you are well aware of the fact, as stated at the door when you enter, all activities in the private rooms are monitored by CCTV, only to be viewed incase of any… concerns… arising."

I watched as the colour drained from his face right before my eyes, his skin taking on a pallid and sickly tone within a matter of seconds. Fascinating.

"I… wha…. You cant do that… can you?"

"I have to protect my employees Mr Masen, it is the responsible thing to do", I schooled my features into a friendly, yet professional expression, "we may be an "adult entertainment club" Mr Masen but we are not a brothel. The girls here deserve my protection and I must do everything in my power to ensure such. You understand that, right?"

"Uhhh.. yeah… Of course…"

"Well, then you wont mind if we have a look at the CCTV coverage from the room you were using then, just to back up your claims that you were not doing anything inappropriate. These idiots can be awful trigger happy when they think a rule has been broken, they're real protective of the girls here…"

I smiled at him as he turned his shocked eyes towards Felix who just glared right back at him. I had to supress a laugh. I nodded subtly at Demitri and he pressed the remote on the table behind him, flicking the TV onto the pre-recorded coverage of Masen in room 4 with Rebecca. I watched Masen as he stared dumbly up at the flatscreen behind my head, I didn't need to look at the screen to know what was going on, the audio was enough. What started off as a perfectly normal lapdance quickly ended up with Masen getting carried away and attempting to coerce Rebecca into fucking. She must have pressed the emergency button to alert the security guys as she tried to fight Masen's fumbling attempts at seduction off. I didn't mind the girls giving a handjob or blowjob in the rooms, as long as they charged extra and made sure to hand it over. But the no fucking rule was concrete. Not in the club.

I nodded again at Demitri and he flicked the TV off. Masen's eyes slowly lowered to mine and the realisation of his situation was clear to see in them. "Oh fuck" was all they said.

"I swear Mr Cullen, it looks way worse in the video than it was… You know I've seen Rebecca a few times, I thought she liked me… I wouldn't have forced her, I mean… I thought she wanted it, you know.. I didn't mean anything by it I promise…."

"You broke the rules Mr Masen", my voice was clear and sharp, a contrast to the friendly tone of earlier and it cut Masen off mid-sentence.

"I…I… didn't mean to.. I swear, I thought.."

"You broke the rules", I interrupted his mumbling again, "and then, even worse, you fucking lied to me about it. Why would you do something as stupid as that Masen?"

I rose to my feet and made my way slowly around to his side of the table, leaning up against it right next to him. He instinctively flinched away, sweat now pouring down his face as his mouth gaped, trying to form words, looking like a fucking fish gasping for breath.

"You know the rules Masen. Hands. Off. Look but don't fucking touch. Yes Mr Masen? You know the rules, right?"

I repeated his name, over and over. I did it to Isabella too. I read somewhere it makes the person you are trying to intimidate more nervous. It seemed to work well if the horror on his face right now was any indication.

"Yes… I swear Mr Cullen, it wont happen again. Im fucking sorry, so sorry.. I shouldn't have done it.. I shouldn't have lied…. Im sorry…"

The kid started crying, tears streaming down his cheeks like a fucking baby. Pathetic.

"Well, we both know how trustworthy you are Mr Masen. I think this chat will be forgotten by the next time you come back", he shook his head emphatically no but I ignored him, "I think a more practical lesson is needed, something you wont forget so quickly…"

"No.. Please… im sorry", he was sobbing and snotting in earnest now, like a fucking naughty child trying to get out of a spanking.

"Im sorry Mr Masen…" I nodded to Felix and Demitri who immediately moved to restrain Masen. Felix grabbed at his right arm as Masen quickly got to his feet, clearly thinking he could run. Felix forced Masen's arm behind his body, pulling upwards and causing him to cry out in pain. Demitri grabbed Masen by his left shoulder and helped Felix force him face down onto the table before fisting his bronze coloured hair as they both yanked him roughly back into the chair. Demitri's grip on Masen's hair pulled his head backwards sharply and his head was angled towards me, his mouth slightly opened as he panicked, trying to gasp in breaths quickly. The sight of Demitri restraining his head brought a flash of my earlier activities to mind, Isabella kneeling before me, her hair wrapped around my fists as I fucked her mouth roughly. That image, and the sight before me of the young, attractive man restrained and at my mercy caused my cock to twitch and harden. I stood up slowly, turning to face him. His head was perfectly in line with my cock. I stepped closer and looked down at him, his panicked eyes darted to mine, wide and innocent.

"Have you ever sucked cock before Mr Masen" I asked, my voice soft and inviting.

He immediately tried to rear away from me, bucking and twisting and nearly shaking off the two burly men restraining him. His eyes were locked on my crotch, my clearly visible erection obviously upsetting him. I heard Emmett laugh from behind me.

"No… No… Please Mr Cullen… Please. Im sorry.. Im so sorry.. I swear to fucking god im sorry… I'll never come back I promise, you'll never see me again… please don't… don't do.. that… Mr Cullen, please" his words came out between sobs and gasps for breath.

I moved forward again, grabbing at his head and pressing it into my hard cock, I could feel his hot breath though the fabric of my pants as I held him tight to my cock, his cries and begging words muffled by my erection.

"Mmmm… I cant wait to be in your mouth Masen… theres nothing quite like a sexy man sucking your cock…"

I thrust hard against his hot mouth as I heard him cry out in earnest and retch. Thinking better of the idea of this kid vomiting all over my $2000 shoes I pushed him away forcefully. He fell back into the chair limply gasping for breath, only the two men restraining him to keep him from falling to the floor. He was crying in earnest now, bawling like a baby, tears and snot and sweat running down his face. Somehow, he still managed to look attractive. Much like my Isabella, I never found her sexier than when she was begging me with tears on her face.

"Ok Mr Masen… I'll go easy on you this time, but don't you ever let me find you breaking my rules in my club again…"

He took a deep breath, clearly about to answer, probably thinking he was getting away with just a scare. I made eye contact with Felix and Demitri and in a second they had Masen pinned against the table. His left hand clawing at the metal tabletop as he tried to fight his way free. I grabbed his wrist in my left hand, holding firmly as I took hold of his index finger in my right hand and pulled gently upwards, just a few centimetres. Masen's panicked eyes met mine again, the situation again dawning on him clearly in his expression.

"Remember the rules Mr Masen. Hands. Off."

Before he had a chance to respond a pulled sharply upwards, the satisfying crunch drowned out by his screams.

In response to PMK Kelly (and anyone else who may be wondering), this story will have a HEA for Bella, however as you may have guessed, it will be a tough road for her to get there, I hope you stick with her through it.

Please review and let me know what you think! I'd like to read any thoughts on the change of POV. The few chapters I have already written are in different POV's - Isabella, Edward and Carlisle all have their say in this story so far as it seems the most accurate way to cover all that's happening in the story but I do realise some people don't like that so I'd appreciate any feedback so I can edit before updating if it really bothers people.