—O—
"Goddamn it!"
Followed by a loud bang, the sound of something being thrown against the wall, and heavy, hard footsteps echoed as everyone in the office paused their work and turned their attention to the door to with the placard Edward Cullen Chief Operating Officer Masen Enterprises next to it. As the door swung open, Bella Swan's entire body tensed, her brown eyes widened, and her heart raced. She knew even before he stepped into the doorway of his office that he was looking for her. His dark, smoldering green eyes shifted around the foyer, hardening when they landed on her.
"Your ass. My office. Now!"
Bella pressed her lips into a thin, tight line as she placed her hands on the front of her desk and slowly rolled her chair backward and then stood up. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory crowded by the copier, smirks on their lips. They were trashy blondes, who wore too much make-up, needed to buy a size larger clothes than they actually wore, and thought every man wanted nothing more than to stick their dicks inside them.
Bella smoothed out the front of her silky blue blouse before she turned and walked the twenty feet from her desk to his office, where he was still standing. Edward towered over her and made zero attempt to let her inside, so she squeezed around him, walked over, and stood in front of his desk, wrapping one hand around the other before they hung in front of her. Mostly to keep her from doing something stupid, or more stupid than she already had, of course.
She heard the door close with a resounding thud followed by the sound of the lock being turned. Neither of those did anything to help the anxiety creeping up inside her, especially when Edward walked around and picked up the manila folder lying on his desk. He turned and looked down at her. He was close enough she could hear him breathing, see his chest moving, and almost feel him against her.
"Can you guess how many typos I found in this report, Ms. Swan?"
She didn't answer. She knew better than to answer, of course.
"Ten." He stepped closer to her. "Ten fucking typos. What would have happened if I had sent this report on without proofreading it first?"
When she didn't answer, he reached up and grabbed a fistful of her dark brown hair, yanking her head backward with an alarming amount of force. She bit her lip to keep from responding, to keep from moaning.
"You're either the stupidest bitch I've ever met, or the laziest."
Edward released her hair before he tossed the file back onto his desk. He walked behind her, pressing his body against hers as his large hands gripped her slender waist. He slid his hands around and up to the buttons on her silky blue blouse and slowly began to undo them one by one until her blouse was cradled around her firm, perky breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. Never felt the need for one, which he seemed to appreciate seeing as his fingers toyed with her hard, erect nipples. Edward leaned down and pressed his lips against the cusp of her ear before he slid his hands down to the bottom of her black skirt and lifted it up over her round ass to her hips.
"No panties. Aren't you a dirty, little slut?" He palmed her bare skin as his teeth nipped against her ear. "Get in position."
She struggled to keep from whimpering before she took two steps forward and bent at the waist, placing the palms of her hands on top of his maple desk. Her eyes closed when she heard the sound of him unclasping his belt, the sound of it being pulled from the belt-loops on his black slacks.
A moment later, she felt his hand on her ass once more before he bent over her and said, "Count them."
Her chest heaved as he leaned away from her and a second later, she heard the belt flying through the air before it hit her backside with a loud smack and she whimpered when she said, "One."
Then the belt hit her again. "Two."
"Three."
"Four."
Ten times the belt flew through the air, and ten times it came into contact against her tender flesh. By the end, tears had started pouring down her face, yet she had never been more turned on than she was right then, her arousal slick along her thighs. He tossed the belt onto his desk and grabbed the back of her hair, yanking her backward and pushing her down onto her knees in one swift move.
Edward kept her hair tangled in his nimble fingers as he walked around and stood in front of her. He pulled her head backward, his eyes locking on hers as he unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper, and pushed them down around his knees. He wasn't wearing underwear, so she found herself face to face with his long, thick cock.
He wrapped his fingers around himself before he leaned forward and pressed his tip against her lips, which parted and gave him access. He groaned as he pushed himself into her mouth, filling her throat with his hardness. While one hand was still tangled in her hair, he placed his other hand under her chin, giving him the perfect leverage to truly and honestly fuck her mouth.
He started slowly, giving her time to adjust to him, but started picking up momentum as he thrust into her over and over and over, treating her like a whore. Her arousal was dripping down her thighs and she wanted to touch herself, needed to touch herself, but knew better. He wouldn't like her giving herself pleasure, not when he was punishing her for being stupid and lazy. No, this was all about him, about his pleasure, and she knew exactly what he wanted, how he wanted it.
"Goddamn, your mouth feels good, baby," Edward moaned, his thrusts coming harder and faster. "Hope you're ready, baby, because I'm cumming."
Bella tried to prepare herself, but she found herself struggling to take everything he poured into her mouth and throat, swallowing as much as she could before he pulled himself out of her mouth, leaving a trail tricking down her chin and onto her chest. He took a step backward, keeping his hand under her head and gripping her hair.
"Look at me."
Bella shifted her eyes up to his.
"I don't think you've learned your lesson." He released her. "Stand up."
She stood up, her legs feeling weak.
He placed his hands on her shoulder, nudging her backward until her back hit the wall. He reached down and gripped the back of her thighs, lifting her off the floor and wrapping her legs around his waist. He was hard against her, and she placed her hands on his shoulder to give her leverage as he lined his cock up at the entrance to her pussy, and without giving her a chance to prepare, he shoved his entire girth inside her.
"Oh, my God," she cried.
"Shut your fucking mouth, slut," he snarled.
She gasped, but closed her mouth, pressing her lips tight before he pulled back and slammed himself into her again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Over and over, he fucked her without mercy. He kept his green eyes locked on hers, full of spite and anger, and lust and need, and passion and desire. His fingers were digging into her thighs as he held her against the wall, his hips shifting against hers over and again. She could feel herself trembling as her orgasm approached and she pushed it back, knowing better than to come without permission.
"I . . . I . . . I . . ." She panted, curling her fingers and diggings her nails into his shoulder.
"You want to come, don't you, baby."
She nodded furiously.
"Beg for it." He slammed his hips against hers once more. "Fucking beg for it, whore."
"Please, please, please, please, let me come. Please, please, please," she whined, barely keeping her climax at bay.
"Give it to me, baby. Give it all to me. Every fucking bit of it."
Bella sucked on her lip, muffling the scream that filled her mouth as her pussy clamped around him. He groaned and dropped her onto her knees, grabbing the back of her head before he wrapped his fingers around his sticky cock, and spraying his release on her bare chest.
Edward was gasping as he took a step backward, his head tilting to the side as he stared down at her on her knees. He smirked before saying, "Go home. Clean yourself up. And do better tomorrow."
Bella stood up and pushed her skirt down before she rebuttoned her blue blouse, ignoring the fact this his release was still covering her skin. Edward tucked himself back into his pants before he walked over to the door, opened it for her.
She made the slow, humiliating walk back to her desk. She gathered her purse and phone before logging out of her computer. Ignoring the pointed stares and not-so hushed whispers, she walked to the elevator, and when the doors opened, she stepped inside, turned, and her eyes met Edward's as the elevator doors slid closed.
—O—
By the time Bella arrived back at the house, she was physically and emotionally drained. She parked on the left side of the garage and headed into the house, tossing her bag and keys on the kitchen counter before she hurried into the bedroom, straight to the bathroom. She had just stripped off her clothes when her cell phone chimed with a text message. Feeling her shoulders tense, she picked it up, finding a text from her husband.
'Gonna be late. Put an order in, and I'll pick it up on way home. Love you.'
'Love you, too. I'll let you know when it's in. I'm thinking the usual.'
He replied with a thumbs up emoji, so she set her phone back on the vanity and reached into the shower, turning the hot water on first and then adding a little bit of cold. Once the temperature was perfect, Bella stepped into the shower and let the fervid water wash over her, wash his release off her, and wash the feelings of his hands on her skin away.
Damn if she didn't want more.
Bella stayed in the shower until the water turned cold. She dried off and used the towel to get as much moisture out of her hair as she could before she hung it up and turned and walked into their bedroom. She tossed a pair of panties, red and black flannel pants, and her husband's football T-shirt from high school onto the bed. As she picked up her panties, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, seeing the red, whelps on her backside. She ran her hands over them, biting her lip as each and every swoosh of the belt echoed inside her head.
"There's something wrong with you, Bella," she whispered to herself. "There's something so fucking wrong with you."
Bella turned away from the mirror and quickly dressed before hurrying back into the living room. She called in take out from their favorite Thai restaurant, texted her husband what time it would be ready, and then opened a bottle of wine, leaving his glass on the counter before she filled hers and settled on the couch with the latest book she had been reading.
Almost an hour had passed when she heard the garage door open, and shifting on the couch, she placed her book on the coffee table before she stood up. The back door opened, and she heard him set his briefcase on the counter, and a moment later, he walked into the living room with two white, plastic bags in his hands. He smiled, the corners of his green eyes crinkling as they roamed over the Forks High School football T-shirt she was wearing.
"And I thought the blue blouse was sexy on you, baby," Edward cooed, placing the white bags on the coffee table before he walked around and wrapped his arms around her, his hand coming down to rest on her ass. "Did I go too far?"
"God no," she moaned, placing her hands on his chest. "It was exactly what I needed. I'm glad you got my little message."
Edward tilted his head backward and laughed. "You mean the filthy, dirty memo you snuck in to the reports you gave me. The ones that said, and I believe this is a direct quote, "If you don't fuck me like a naughty, little whore, I'm going to be forced to suck your dick under the table at your parents' house this weekend.' Would that be the little message you mean?"
Bella grinned. "I was starting to think you were going to make me wait."
"The thought of you sucking me off during Sunday dinner was tempting, but you know how that blouse drives me fucking crazy, baby."
"I know, which is why I wore it today."
Edward brought his hand up to the side of her face, the white-gold wedding band on his left hand pressing against her skin. "I wish we didn't have to hide our marriage at the office."
"Me either, love, but Uncle Phil was clear. We can't work together if they know we're married, and I'm the only one who can handle your accounts. Besides, it makes the sex better, doesn't it?"
Edward laughed. "That it does, baby. That it does."
Thank you for reading my little one-shot here. This idea attacked me hard (pun intended) while driving last week. BIG HUGE THANK YOU to you DICATAKADD for pre-reading for me and helping me come up with the title.