It had been three weeks since Isabella had returned from her evening with the Volturi, clutching that fucking envelope.
As I watched her move about the packed dance floor of the club from my office window, I was still unsure what to do with her. The offer from the Volturi brothers was pitiful, an insult. £10,000 for Isabella! She was worth so much more than that, she was a fucking perfect little woman, I should know – I made her that way. She was quiet and polite, always tended to my daily needs with utmost care and attention. Not to mention she was a fucking amazing lay and could suck a cock like a pro. I would be practically giving her away for £10,000 and God knows where she'd end up. I found that thought made me uneasy. I knew if I sold her back to the Volturi that would be the last I'd hear of her, all bidding was done in strictest confidence so I would never know what happened to her. For the right price it wouldn't have bothered me but to GIVE her away and have them sell her on for, no doubt, a huge profit, to anyone they choose.. I couldn't explain why, but it just didn't sit right with me. Huh. Maybe I did care for her more than I'd realised.
I leaned against the reinforced glass to watch her. It was a themed night tonight and all of the female staff had a Daisy Duke thing going on – checked bra top and barely-there hot pants. The guys were dressed up like fucking cowboys. Fuck knows what the theme was meant to be for but the customers, male and female, certainly seemed very happy with the uniform of choice tonight. Isabella looked hot, as usual. She was a very slim girl, just as I liked and though she could do with a bit more to grab onto in the chest area, the outfit hugged her curves in all the right places. She had real hips, like a woman should – perfect for grabbing onto when fucking her hard from behind. My cock twitched at the many memories of doing just that.
She moved through the dense crowds in her normal unobtrusive manner. I saw her getting pawed and grabbed, one guy gabbed hold of her hips as she passed, grinding himself against her ass in an erotic dance. Isabella was laden down with her tray of drinks, unable to do anything to get him off her. It was a few minutes before Emmett made his way over and removed the man from Isabella, none too gently either. It was strange, not so long ago I'd have had the guy roughly removed from my club for laying a hand on Isabella like that. Since I'd made the decision to let her go, it didn't bother me that much. I had Esme now. She was ample replacement for Isabella.
Without turning around I snapped my fingers once and heard as Esme slowly made her way across the office floor on her hands and knees towards me. I had been having a lot of trouble with Esme's training, much more so than I did with Isabella. I suppose it is because Esme is so much older than Isabella was, she has a very definite defiant streak where Isabella was just terrified and naturally submissive and compliant. I found I was rather enjoying the challenge of breaking Esme.
She stopped at my feet and I ignored the soft huff of annoyance I heard from her, fighting to keep my face expressionless and hold in the amusement that was bursting to get out at her little ways. If Isabella had done that I'd have beaten her into next week. Indeed, Esme had defied me at every step and I hadn't punished her anywhere near as harshly as I had Isabella. Back then, I went to any and all lengths to ensure Isabella's unwavering obedience. I had only beaten Esme a couple of times, her screaming obscenities at me the whole time. It didn't seem to help her behaviour, but I did find making her witness Isabella being beaten and abused for her wrongdoings to be a very effective punishment and had given me opportunity to break her defiance enough that she was now, on the most part, obedient. It worried me that I may be going soft with Esme. I don't know what it was about her but when she caught my eye with her husband at the charity fundraiser, one which I very generously supported, I couldn't get her out of my head. She was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and that really was saying something with my stunning Isabella at home. My mind was made up immediately, I had to have her. I contacted Aro that very night and agreed on an extortionate price for her purchase. It didn't matter, I had more money than I could ever spend and I wanted her. I always get what I want. It only took two weeks before I had word that she had been collected and was ready for delivery to me. Then I had to start thinking about what to do with Isabella. I reached my hand down to stroke gently through Esme's soft, silky hair, ignoring the slight flinch she gave – she would get used to my touch eventually.
"What am I to do with Isabella I wonder….. The Volturi brothers insult me with their offer but.. What else can I do with her?", I sighed.
"You… you could… let her go…" Esme's voice was weak and hesitant. I looked down at her, surprised she even answered, she knew her silence annoyed me so she used it against me as much as possible.
"What do you mean "let her go"?" I questioned.
"She has a… family… she told me once. You could let her go back to them maybe…".
I sighed again. Women.
"Esme my darling…" I kneeled down to her level, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, "Do you have any idea how much I paid for Isabella? I cant just let her go… This is business sweetheart… I will sort it, don't worry".
Esme's eyes looked pained for a moment. Something inside me clenched at that look and I never wanted to see it on her face again. I erased it the only way I could, by pulling her to me in a heated kiss. Before long my needs overtook me and I carried her over to my large desk, laying her on it and pausing for a moment to take in her beauty. I stooped down to place a tender kiss on her soft stomach before standing back up, quickly undoing my pants and sinking myself into her warmth, my eyes held hers the whole time. I closed my eyes as I moved inside her, she wasn't as tight as Isabella, the Volturi's had said she'd had kids, or.. a kid… whatever… so I guessed that was perhaps the reason. But either way, she felt fucking amazing. I endeavoured to make her orgasm every time I took her. The feel of her clenching around me was heaven.
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It was a fair while before my need for Esme had been quelled and I found myself talking to Emmett in the security office. He was telling me of some issues he'd had in the private rooms again. One of the girls, Jessica, who belonged to my business partner Mike Newton, had been raped in one of the private rooms. Mike was currently dealing with the guy in one of the basement rooms. I didn't expect him to leave this club in one piece. Idiot. Emmett continued his run down of the club housekeeping report – fights, drugs found, customers fucking in the toilets, customers fucking in the alley behind the club, Jasper eyeing up yet another slut to take home with him, stock to be ordered… etc etc etc.
"…. And that fucking Masen kid turned up again. Hasn't taken his eyes off Isabella all night….", that caught my attention.
"Really? That's interesting…." I mulled the information over in my head briefly. "Have him brought up to my office. And Isabella when she has finished serving her current customers. I want to speak to Masen first."
Emmett looked slightly confused but nodded and went off to find Masen. I said my goodbyes to the rest of the security guys before heading back to my office. When I arrived I found Esme where I had left her, wrists and ankles restrained in heavy metal handcuffs, another set securing them together behind her. The position was clearly uncomfortable, as intended – she'd called me some rather impolite names after I'd taken her on my desk earlier, "fucking disgusting pervert" was what immediately sprung to mind - so I had left her in this position for the last hour while I did the rounds downstairs. Her back was arched, pushing out her beautiful breasts and I couldn't keep my eyes from them. I crossed the office quickly, pulling her to me with my left had clutching at her hair as I captured her lips in a dominant kiss. My right hand groped at her left breast, circling and tweaking the nipple until it stood hard and erect under my fingers. I was about to lower myself infront of her, ready to take things further again, when a soft cough behind me brought my attention to the other people in the room. I reluctantly pulled away and stood, briefly watching Esme, flushed and panting for breath, before turning to find Emmett and the Masen kid stood in the open doorway. Right. I'd told him to bring Masen up.
The kids eyes were glued to Esme – wide and shocked. I laughed.
"Beautiful isn't she…?"
His eyes darted to mine then, panicked, as if he didn't know what I was expecting him to say. I guess our last encounter those couple of months ago had left him somewhat spooked.
"Im sorry Sir, I didn't mean to stare… and I hope you're not angry with me coming back, I mean you didn't say I couldn't…. but if im not welcome back I can leave now, no problem…"
I laughed again, causing him to stop mid-sentence with a bewildered expression on his face. I reached down to stroke Esme's hair again, I found it soothing. Masen's eyes flashed down to her again.
"She is beautiful Masen, you're allowed to think it, as long as you keep your hands to yourself… You ever wanted to have a woman at your feet like this?"
He stared at me, blinking, mouth gaping as though I'd grown a second head. I frowned. The kid was weird. Suddenly he spoke, his voice cracking on the first words.
"Ummm… yes Mr Cullen… I have… I mean, I would love that… but, I guess… the women I meet… they're not so…. Obedient".
I laughed in earnest at that.
"Good word Mr Masen! Obedient. That's exactly how I like my women, right Esme?" I looked down at her as I reached my hand down from her head to her breast, grabbing the nipple roughly and twisting it. She bit her lip and closed her eyes but didn't make a sound. Good girl. Masen's eyes remained fixed on Esme and I saw him lick his lips, his breath speeding up slightly and his arousal evident in his jeans. Just at that moment a knock sounded at the door before Emmett opened it, Isabella right on his heels.
"Thank you Emmett, you may leave now."
He turned and left the office closing the door, leaving Isabella standing infront of it, slightly behind Masen, eyes downcast. I noticed him turn to look at her, fixated with Isabella as if he couldn't take his eyes off her. Very interesting.
"Come here Mr Masen".
His face flashed with panic as he turned quickly to look at me again, but credit to the kid, he did as I asked and made his way over to me, I turned him around to face Isabella. My arm slung over his shoulder in a friendly manner but his body remained rigid. I'd really scared the kid!
"Isn't she stunning Mr Masen? My little Isabella is a very special girl…" I used my most friendly voice, looking at him and grinning. The effort was wasted as he couldn't tear his eyes away from Isabella. He licked his lips again before answering, his voice strained.
"Yes Mr Cullen… Very Special… Very Beautiful…".
I slapped him on the back playfully before slinging my arm around his neck and leaning to whisper into his ear.
"Watch this Masen..." I made my voice louder as I continued, "Isabella, strip".
I saw her hesitate for just a fraction of a second, a sharp but quiet intake of breath that Masen no doubt wouldn't have even noticed. But she complied with my command. First removing her bra top, then sliding out of the denim hot pants and tiny, navy blue thong. She went to remove her heels but I stopped her.
"Leave those on Isabella".
She stood back up, beautifully naked and eyes downcast to the floor. Gloriously submissive in her body language and expression.
"Beautiful…" I could barely make out the word Masen whispered, it was so quiet I wondered if he even knew he had done it.
"Come here Masen, take a seat…" I led him over to the leather couch and he sat, looking nervous and twitchy but not able to pull his eyes from Isabella for more than a few seconds. I walked over to her, placing a finger under her chin to tilt her head up to mine.
"Isabella… Mr Masen here is my guest and he is very taken by you my sweet girl", I raised my other hand to gently stroke her cheek, "I want you to go over there and show him how much you appreciate him too, ok".
She nodded once as I stepped away, going back towards Esme to watch the show.
Isabella made her way slowly over to Masen, she didn't know how fucking seductive she was as she unintentionally swayed her hips as she carefully walked in her heels. The girl never had learned to walk in them comfortably. Masen visibly gulped as she stood before him naked, like some terrified virgin. He had it bad! She paused for a moment before sinking to her knees infront of him, Masen's eyes widened comically as he realised what was about to happen. With a practiced hand Isabella made quick work of the buttons on his jeans before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his erect cock. If I'd known the guy was hiding that monster in there I wouldn't have let him get off with just a few broken fingers – it was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. Thick and long and just begging to be tasted.
Isabella stroked slowly up and down his hard cock before taking the tip into her mouth, keeping eye contact with him the whole time as she had been taught to do for guests. I could see Masen physically jump as she rang her tongue around the head of his cock before she devoured the entire thing. How she managed to get that monster all in her mouth I'd never know, half of it must have been down her throat, but she took it in until her nose pressed against his pelvis before releasing it with a pop and starting again.
My mind was distracted by the beautiful woman at my feet who was also enjoying the show. With my left hand I reached down and unzipped my pants whilst the right reached down to her hand, lifting it and placing it on my now released cock. Her head snapped to my crotch as I guided her hand in stroking me.
"Mmmm… Feels so fucking good…"
I took my hand away and she sped up her movements, I enjoyed her hand on me for a couple of minutes before I pulled her head towards me. Taking the hint she settled on her knees infront of me and took my cock into her mouth. I could help but groan out loud at the sensation, fisting my hands in her hair and guided her movements, encouraging her to take me deeper. I raised my eyes to the couch to see how Isabella and Masen were getting on. His head was thrust back against the back of the leather couch, his hands also fisted in her hair but not controlling her movements at all. He was groaning and moaning and squirming as she sucked him in earnest. Seeing him so close had my own orgasm rapidly approaching and I saw Masen tense up, crying out and thrusting his hips up into her waiting mouth forcefully it hit me and I came loudly in long spurts down Esme's throat. She swallowed it like a champ, as did little Isabella.
Several minutes later when Masen and I had recovered enough to regain some kind of brain function I had summoned him to my desk, seating him opposite me as I sat in my large, wingbacked leather chair. Esme sat at my feet, my hand once again stroking through her hair and Isabella, at my request, kneeled silently beside Masen. I could see his hand twitch occasionally before he'd clench it into a fist, as though having to restrain himself from touching her. I couldn't help smirking. This was going to be easy.
"So Masen…. I have a proposition for you…."
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Another long chapter for you guys…. Do we like having Edward back in the story?
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P.S. Have had some really bad storms here today and my power went off for a little while earlier so if I don't update tomorrow that may be the reason! Just a warning…