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Inside of the elevator, Edward held me in his arms.
His clean shaven scent mixed in with wine from the dinner lingered in the air clouding around us. A sweet yet minty smell.
I wanted to feel secure by the warmth and intoxicating aroma emitted by him, wanting to lie to myself that Edward valued me more than he had the past week.
His attentive mood throughout dinner was as tender as the man who held me during our sleep. He treated me as though I was a delicate doll made by a master craftsman, untainted and a treasured toy.
When the elevator door opened to our floor, we stepped off and made it to the middle of the hallway where our hotel room existed along side only a handful of other rooms.
Many of our moments in the suite consisted mainly of silence. And it was the same as we entered into the living room area of the suite that night.
Edward shut the door behind us as I stepped into the middle of the living quarters. He moved to walk over to the bar, evaluating the selection of alcohol behind the glass display cabinet. He retrieved whiskey from the top shelf and poured himself three fingers of the drink, adding four cubes of ice from the freezer. He bought the drink to his lip and took a big gulp of his whiskey.
"Drink?" He asked.
"No. Thank you." My voice was hard and devoid of most emotion.
My mind running one hundred hours an hour, debating if he would make me carry out more downgrading acts in this room which held better memories of our time together.
He came behind and held me in his grasp, to which had startled me. He interlocked his arms at the wrists. His hold on my body made the world seemed right- made what we did in that room seemed right.
It was that part of him that will make leaving him hard to bear. But self preservation had me know I can not be fooled into a false sense of affection.
I was only a toy. I told myself, wondering if he wanted a bed warming whore to use. His mystery promise earlier just sweet words to lead me into a trap.
"I'm going to make you one a powerful woman." He promised. His cold fingers skimmed my skin, up along my arms, and, engulfed my breasts inside of his palms. "Most powerful woman in my fucking world I promise you Isabella Swan."
His nose was buried in my hair and he inhaled, held his breath.
It made me held my breath, afraid to anticipate what would come next. Anything he'd implied was too vague to form clear picture, yet too informative to allow myself to stay in the dark and not dare to think what could happen next.
"Say something." He encouraged, smooth and rich velvety tone wrapped in his words.
My breasts became liquid in his palms, gently massaged and played.
With my eyes closed and hands tightly fisted, I tried to focus on other sensations rather than what he had inflicted on me.
"Isabella, do you hear me?" He asked, awakening me from behind. He walked and we became closer to the bedroom door.
"Answer me." Deep dangerous tone encrusted his demand.
The nerves in my brain froze as I hear the words coming out of his offering mouth, not allowing me to come up with an answer.
I stood paralyzed, I felt as though I was in a limbo between fight or flight. Except my decision didn't take half a second to decide. Rather, I was stuck in a paused space running in parallel to the world with Edward standing next to and behind me, trying to get a respond out of me.
What did he mean? Why and how?
Why would he have wanted to make me into someone who I'm not?
Was it because I was such an disappointment from what he'd expected?
Without getting a response out of me, Edward took the remaining steps forward which pressed me against the door.
A twist of the doorknob and the door opened. Inside was the familiar isolated room of ours. A space which carried all of those weekends Edward and I spent together.
My eyes landed on the bed to see the usually well done sheets rumpled and wrinkled, but well made enough to indicate it was unused
Without a word, the door closed behind us and cool fingers landed on top of the dress zipper.
"Isabella, is this what you want?"
Again, no response.
No words made sense and neither did his actions.
In just two seconds my scarlet red dress fell to the floor, leaving only bra, thong and stockings covering my body. Dignity shed off my skin. My agreement with Mr Masen activated itself and issued my submission.
The world became a numbing sensation as I bowed my head to my fate of the night. His words just seconds ago was ripped out of offer as he stripped me apart. The bra unclasp and the delicate lace of my thong quickly engraved in my skin at being pulled apart off covering my lower torso.
I was led into the bed, leaving my body covered in only stockings, my heels off on the way to bed.
The crumpled sheets covering the bed was bundled at the end with one swift swipe of the arm from Edward, hanging half way down towards the floor.
Laying on the softness of the bed Edward kept my led spread apart and slowly removed my stockings one by one, taking extra effort to stroke my newly waxed legs. He then proceeded to remove articles of clothing from his own body, revealing the hard piece of muscle in between his thighs.
His cock bounced up and down as he made way toward me, covering my body with his and slowly reaped my time spent in the salon in the afternoon.
Once there was no territory left unexplored, Edward inserted himself into my body and made me aching for him.
It was a long rhythmic journey before he guided me to a climax and climbed the rest of the way when I was rendered less responsive due to sensitivity.
He collapsed on satisfaction and continued little strokes to draw out the last of his essence, filling me with wet seed and soft grunts of completion. And like many times before we remained connected, hearing each other's heart beat while pondering our own thoughts.
A stretch of time passed until he withdrew and broke the verbal silence.
He walked to the closet, retrieving one of his many shirt off its hanger before covering me with it. Then he reclaimed the shirt he had worn on the night off the floor. It easily slipped onto his like silk and he buttoned most of the buttons.
When it took too long for me to move on my own, he ordered for me to lay my head on his thigh.
On approach I picked up the trousers lying on the floor and helped him into them.
When Edward was decently covered, I took my place as ordered, positioning myself in the exact position on that Friday afternoon at the office.
"I'm sorry for being so rough." He began.
My cheek flushed with discomfort, the burn in my bones and body became a constant throbbing reminders of Edward's hands, tongue and lips. Scratches from his stubble tingled in the more intimate areas.
I remained silent, letting the minutes past as they came. Quiet tick of the clock sounded the room.
When time dragged on much further than Edward wanted, he continued.
"I want someone next to me who is my equal. I want to empower you, let you take charge. Knowing that I will be the one behind your power awakens a part of me." He softly stroked my hair, curling a few strands together in his fingers.
"You know, I didn't only hire you because you can do your secretary duties." He let the thought brew a little while before revealing the rest.
"You carried a certain charm, the kind that is silent. What I saw in you during your initial interview was just that. I was intrigued on how far you can take it. I told myself, if you were like everyone else, I can easily fire you if you was not what I was hoping for. So I gave you a chance by letting you work as my secretary. When you began your work I can see day in and day out that your appeal are dormant and unexploited. To see that it's innate have kept me aroused. The way that you don't boast it, don't acknowledge it adds to the allurement. I prefer something subtle in you, there's nothing forced or artificial."
"Do you remember our first night together? You seemed forced, so helpless- you didn't want it and you felt disgusted. I can tell you were merely enduring it so I threw you out. I didn't want that- artificial and something of the fake repulsed me immensely. Yet you came back fighting. You forced yourself to see it for what it was- a sexual encounter. You've managed to push the feeling of disgust to the back of your mind and made me see your strength."
A thumb slowly smoothed across my cheek, down across my lips.
"I can make people see you a force to be reckoned with, but not everything will be down to me, Isabella. What I will promise to you is that I will tear down your ignorance to your own charm, guide you and sheath you with everything I have. You will find status, money, connections and people bowing at the throne I will deliver to you."
"I'm not something special." I countered.
I shivered at the word throne. We lived in the 21st century for God's sake.
"This is exactly my point Isabella, you don't acknowledge it. You refuses it, even when it is being offered straight up to your face." His thumb returned to my cheek, feeling the flush of blood going to my cheeks.
Instead of trying to make sense of his logic, I closed my eyes and listened.
My ears listened to Edward's breathing, the echo between the space of my cheek and his thigh, the air I breath through the gap in my mouth and to the silence in the pregnant room.
The air inside of this room was pristine, not yet fresh but an aged cleanliness. There were no smell of cleaning chemicals, dust or sourness. It was elegantly fragranced with a delicate floral scent heavily masked by the musk of sex.
Tender warmth emitted from the thigh beneath me, a hard cushion of flesh and muscle.
Edward waited endlessly as seconds ticked by. Slowly, the smell of alcohol which saturated our lips and clothing creeped into the air surrounding us. Intoxicating my mind as I thought over the words he laid bare in front if me.
Eventually I thought he was asleep when no muscle moved for a long time. I stood on my own two feet and decided it was time to end this game or unsensible agreement between us.
To think anything good was to come out of it apart from helping Shelley and Jeffrey was just plain old silly and unpractical.
No emotions was supposed to past between us and no babies, so at the end what was to come out of it?
Mutual wish to help a pair of comatosed elderlies was not it.
So now that it was clear, it was simply time to move on for the good and the better.
I walked to the dress, my last gift from Mr Masen, and retrieved it from the floor. I got dressed and headed out into the living room, taking one last look at my surroundings before reaching for the exit door handle.
I felt his presence behind me before I can smell him, his heat infused into mine as he caged me in his arms.
"Come on a car ride with me." He said, placing a kiss on the crook of my neck where it met the shoulders.
With that said, he got in front of me and took one of my hands in his.
He took the hotel card out of its holder and a high beep resonated against the walls. Then he opened the door and light from the corridor spilled in through the opening, casting half a shadow across one side of his face.
Edward's emerald green eyes implored my being to trust him and follow, and I did.
We remained silent in the elevator on the way down the lobby and Edward ordered for his car to be brought to the entrance. Our hands were still held onto each other as it all happened, I casually remembered a few pair of eyes looking our way.
I didn't see as I looked to the floor, ashamed for being seen so intimately
What if they'd had already guessed that I was sleeping with my boss? The elusive yet influential Mr Edward Masen.
He gave my hand a squeeze, catching my attention and led us out of the lobby towards the front of the hotel where his Aston Martin was already parked.
As keys were handed back to Edward, he took a few bills out of his pocket and tucked it into the valet's hand in exchange for the car keys.
The valet gave a generous smile with bright eyes beaming with glee. The tip must have been good.
When we got to the car Edward opened the passenger door for me and waited for me to be well seated before shutting the door with a soft push of the hand.
He quickly got into the driver's seat, buckled in and inserted the key fob into its slot to which the car instantly came alive. The thunderous start alerted me as I'd never rode in the car before today and I'd already forgotten the earlier experience in the day.
We were straight out of parking and into the main street with Edward's quick manoeuvre . The head lights from opposite direction passed by in speed as we travelled through different lanes.
We carried on at higher speed and got from one side of the city to another. And for a most of the hour we remained silent, music by Debussy filled the car.
After a tour around the streets of Chicago, seeing its dark valleys and lit up buildings, we arrived near the Lakeshore with an expanse of night water view in front of us.
The engine growled constantly underneath us, the key fob yet to be taken out of the ignition slot kept the car alive.
"What we do." I began, feeling utterly defeated by the topic I was going to discuss. "It's foul. I hate myself every time I catch my reflection. You've paid for a whore and I'm willing to be degraded." My thoughts came in broken bits of tangent, making it hard to form a valid argument.
"Do you mind if I turn off the engine?" I asked, touching the key fob in its holder. "It's making too much noise."
"Go ahead." He allowed.
My hand went to retrieve the key fob and removed it out of its place, immediately killing the powerful engine thundering beneath us.
Finally, I fell myself without the tremble coming from the car that got us here.
Just as I was bringing my hand back to myself, Mr Masen caught it and swiftly pulled me out of the seat and into his lap.
I struggled all for a few seconds before knowing what to do. It was the instinct of self preservation and the unknown which gave me the reason to struggle.
Once I registered that I wouldn't be harmed I melted into him.
His arms came around me and locked around me.
"Let me hold you whilst you talk Isabella." His forehead fell on my shoulders. "Continue."
His authoritative voice left no room for argument.
"What we do between us, we don't involve our feelings." I lied, at least for myself.
"It makes me a prostitute and it's time I realise it's not something I should be doing in the first place. Loneliness and weakness have defeated but now that I can think rationally again, I can't allow that."
"Do you know why I have initiated this agreement between us?" He asked.
I shook my head. Or, perhaps it was for his convenience to simply fuck his secretary anytime he wanted. But I didn't share the last thought.
"I could have easily helped you out, you know. I would have paid for your adopted parents hospital bills- perhaps getting you to sign an extended contract to work for another ten years before I'll set you free for other possible employment. But not to use you for sex."
At his words, my heart picked up and peaked.
"Then why...?" I puzzled pulling away from him to look him in the eyes.
"You may not believe it." He said softly, bringing his hand up to cup my jaw. "I am a distant and impersonal man, but I crave affection just like any other person. Unfortunately romance is not guaranteed in my life. It's hard to find someone whom I've been waiting for since I've been a child. You were so much that I have wished for ever since I'm conscious of feelings for the opposite sex.
When I first met you during your interview, you have pulled me in. I saw the way you move, understand the way you act and observed you from my glass window. Not long after, I knew that I must have you, even just for once. To quench my thirst or alike.
My desire for you grew every time you've been in my presence.
You are the one that I want.
When the opportunity presented itself, I took it by the throat. I've exploited you in your times of needs. You're the victim to my monster Isabella.
The reason why I've ordered you not to be emotionally attached is because I don't want you to be hurt when this ends. I hurt people around me Isabella, and no matter what I do I can't change this. I do it out of spite and sometimes in desperation, I don't want that for you, do you understand?
Rather than pulling you into the morbid depression along with me, I wanted give you the help you needed while at the same time I can greedily enjoy what you can be for me, even if it is to be pathetically contained in that meaningless hotel room.
When you made the plans for me and my grandmother two weeks ago, I panicked. I feared it was the first sign of you becoming more in my life, so I had to reinstate our boundaries. It wasn't my intention to be so rough with you. I'm sorry for making you feel less than you are. You have been the pleasure which enriched my life this past half year. Please don't call yourself a whore, because you're not and you are not a prostitute. You have been the meaning of my life since I can recall wanting anything other than success in life. I admit that that I have direly went on the wrong way to getting you in my arms.
But now that I have you, I can't say that I regret in my conscience other than the shame that it has caused yours. It has never been my intention.
I haven't downgraded you once whilst we began this relationship have I? The one time in the office was my defence mechanism trying to protect myself- I promise it won't happen again.
I've kissed you and loved your body the way a man should haven't I?
Please, don't leave. I'm begging you now Isabella. If you leave, the part of me which you complete will be gone again."
His eyes pleaded and his hand left my jaw to circle around me again, locking in me in his embrace much tighter than before. His face fell forward to my chest, placing a kiss on my heart through the material of his shirt.
"Please don't." He reinstated again as he shook his head. I wanted to give into his weakness and let everything between us go back to as normally as they can be again. But I needed to do good for us, and for myself.
My decision will probably shatter me later if I wasn't careful and how can I come up with a answer with only minutes behind the decision making process?
"Take me home." I said calmly as to not give him hope or reason to fall deeper than where he was mentally.
Wordlessly Edward released me and reached out to push the key fob back in the slot, awakening the thunderous engine once again.
I wanted to see his eyes for one last time before we left, but Edward's head was positioned backwards with his eyes closed avoiding my own.
Open your eyes Edward, I want to see them. I chanted over and over.
Somehow, I thought that if I can glimpse into his eyes in that moment I would knew my answer. Maybe, I'll be able to see his sincerity -or lack of- and be able to make up my mind.
And when eventually his eyes opened I saw the hollow in the man. The eyes he used for everyday, like he was expecting someone below him to complete their task already.
The corporate Mr Masen with the arrogance of an aged and experienced man. The distant and inapproachable Mr Masen.
I bowed my head in submission and got out of the seat by the door. I crossed the car by its front, casting shadows as I walked across the front lights and slipped back into the passenger seat.
The car lunged forward just as I clicked in my seatbelt. We quickly reconnected with the main streets and zoomed by at illegal speed.
I wanted to tell him to slow down and give him a piece of my mind about his maniac driving, but the confidence which he handled each corner held my tongue. It was unhealthy but I didn't want to take him away from his release using his car.
If the car crashed and we burnt down to our bones, it was okay.
Edward proved his confidence in his driving by delivering us outside my apartment in one piece. He easily parked into an open space and killed the engine.
He reached over and kissed my forehead. His eyes stared into mine with the tender I came to associate with our alone time.
"Be safe, good night." He whispered, gently taken my hands in his and rubbed them together. "You are cold, let me take my jacket from the trunk."
He released my hands and turned to open his door.
In the silence and near darkness of my street I put a silence to the fight raging in my head.
Before he can fully exit the car I grasped onto the back of his shirt and answered him.
"I'm not going to leave you." My voice was meek but I hoped it answered his worries.
He turned back to me and cupped my face using both his hands.
"You promise?" Wonderment in his eyes.
I nodded.
Swiftly Edward caught my lips in his and kissed me deeply, depriving oxygen from my mind and lung.
The glad and the earnest in him travelled from him right down to my body, spreading through my core towards the very edge of my limbs, over spilling into the air around us.
When he finally released his hold on me, we were both left panting hard.
Too hard.
I got out of the car and got to his side, holding out one hand to invite him.
Edward looked from my hand up to my eyes, trying to make sense of my action.
In no time at all he took my hand without a doubt and we left his car in the streets and climbed up the stairs in the old apartment building.
We were panting again by the time we stepped onto my floor and I search for the keys buried deep in my clutch.
With shaking hands I clumsily fitted the key in its place and turned to unlock the my apartment, fumbling with the door knob in several attempted turns.
As it opened, we flung into each other, kissing on our lips.
Edward closed the door behind us as I pinned him to the door. Our hands flying over each other and settled for each others' hair in order to keep our possession of the other.
Our lips got too swollen and heated, but we continued devouring what we could offer- teeth grazing tongues and lips. The tips of our tongues reach sensitive places had us both groaning and moaning, wishing for more.
I held onto his shirt and pulled him along into my bedroom where he held me in his arms from behind. His lips already on my neck, sucking and caressing my tendered skin.
Edwards hand came to the front of his shirt to tear it apart. His hands immediately found purchase on my beast and massaged into my mounds.
I gasped and air rushed out of my lungs as he removed the shirt and kissed the path down along my spine, landing the last right on top of my slit opening.
He then removed my bra and swirled my body around to face him, his eyes taking small details in the sparse amount of moon light filtered into my room.
The rest of my clothing along with his was removed one by one as we revelled in each other. Taking our time to lay kisses on areas of skin left uncovered.
Edward settled my behind on the edge of my vanity, lined up and thrust upwards. My back engaged with my mirror, with the intensity of Edward's hips I gave way to the force and fell backwards colliding with the reflective glass.
A crunch sounded the room and my back was invaded by painful sensations but Edward's thrusts only continued and I met him one for one without a break.
The pain and the orgasmic tingles spiralled out of control.
I begged for Edward and for more. The hurt on my back be damned for until another day.
The world was getting raw.
Edward's features became more defined in the darkness of the room.
Air quickly running out of my lungs yet not enough replaced the vacancy in my lungs.
My throat constricted in tightness, grasping for and locking in life saving air supply.
The coil buried deep in my belly twisted and tensed but not reaching.
As air escaped, my vision clouded along with tears slipping away from the corners of my eyes. They landed toward my ears, cheeks and lips. Depending on which angle them fell from as my head moved unwilling in accordance to our rocking.
We had been climbing and climbing, still not getting to our climax as Edward's hips slowed.
He finally came to and realised my back had been thrusting against raw mirror in the recent passing.
He whispered a sorry before removing us from my vanity.
Taking a few short feet behind us, he grasped the soft fleece blanket on the edge of my bed and laid it onto the floor.
He laid us down without losing connection.
"Take me." He raspy soft voice ghosted next to my ear.
His hands roamed over my back, tracing torn skin and stung my wounds.
I grasped onto his limbs, sucking into breaths of air and began pumping on his cock.
His fingers became saturated with my blood as he brought it toward us. Painting my stomach, my breast, my collarbones, my neck and my face in red as he trailed against my features.
Edward fell backwards, wrapping his arms around my torso and bared my weight.
Remains of the shattered mirror dug deep into my bones and those that protruded in the surface seemed to have nicked into the limbs hugging my body to him.
"Isabella, this is my promise to you. I will make you a woman who no one else will ever dare defy. You will be your own protection and you'll have everything that you desire. It will be my duty to serve you until then." His eyes looked into mine. Determination in their depths.
Fresh tears came forth as I heard the words as they were spoken. I feared being the naïve one, I hated being the weak one.
His words to make me a capable woman attracted my feelings of yearning and greed. For my own sake and protection, I wanted what Edward had offered to me.
Wordlessly I lunged forward and we kissed.
I gripped onto his hair, daring him to go against his words as I began thrusting again.
We grinded and groaned, smelling blood and rustic salt in the air.
One moment mixed into the next until I can not differentiate how long it had been.
Edward's delicate touch and beautiful words surrounded us as I sunk deeper and deeper.
There was another place which may be better than where he brought me that night, but in that moment it was right where I needed to be.
When we can not hold on any more, we spilled and mingled.
Hot seed came in continuous steam, spilling out of my opening, onto our skin and onto the softness which surrounded us.
Tiredly, Edward reached up for the duvet and cover us.
Seconds away from dawn breaking, I felt stirred to find out Edward had sat us upright.
His penis soft in my overflowing passage.
He was removing pieces of broken mirror from my back, laying kisses at brief intervals to distract the stings.
"Sleep." He cooed as he reached for his shirt, covering my wounds and letting my blood soak the silk of his shirt.
My subconscious obeyed, listening to the soft hum resonated from his chest.
Like an endearing lullaby, the tune rocked me into a sense of warm familiar security.
And sleep came back as easily as the first time round.
The tune flourished in my sleep and spiralled on for the longest of time... Giving peace in the midst of all things dark.
I woke by myself on the throw beneath me, with the buttons of Mr Masen's shirt unbuttoned. My breasts, my stomach and everything below exposed for any willing audience to see.
My thighs and legs were chilled, as pale as ghostly white with veins running on the surface like webs spun of red and purple.
Listening to the deathly silence in the apartment, I knew.
Edward had already left.
Playlist:
Crazy in Love (Beyonce/Kadebostany- fifty shade version)
Sweet Dreams (Emily Browning/ Marilyn Manson)
A Woman's Worth (Alicia Keys)
Clair De lune (Debussy)
Hello World (Lady Antebellum)
Apologies for making you scroll down (if you did), it seems as though like I'm forcing you guys to listen if I did so I placed the list here instead.
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