I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR IT'S CHARACTERS

RATED M FOR LANGUAGE AND ADULT SITUATIONS

The idea for this particular story is taken from Wicked Ties by Shayla Black. She is fantabulous. I highly recommend you guys read it. Decadent by Shayla is AWESOME. I couldn't put it down! I can assure you that this story will change GREATLY in reference to Wicked Ties. No disrespect to Shayla is intended. Edward and Bella's issues will not be anywhere near the original, that I can promise. Nor will the ending. If you want to continue reading, please do. If not, I understand. Now, onto the story.

BPOV

The living room was quiet. I took out my laptop and turned it on, poured myself a glass of wine. I was too damn tired to do prep work for my interview tomorrow, but I knew it couldn't wait. I was the research and development executive for Leather and Lace Films, Inc, after all. My ability to conduct thorough background checks and interviewing potential employees and consultants was of the utmost importance to the success of the newly formed company. It was, however, an adult film production and distribution center, therefore, our priority was to keep the company riding on top.

Every pun intended. It was my job.

Totally out of character for me. But I enjoyed it anyway. I got to see things that would make a normal person want to run home and cry to their mother.

Leather and Lace was new to the porn industry; my boss, and good friend, Jacob Black, would settle for nothing less than facts when it came to writing a script for a film or directing it. He was very proud of Leather and Lace, and would do whatever it took to ensure it's success.

I pushed the power button on the computer and waited for it to boot up. The company had already explored the ideas for fetishes, girl on girl, guy on guy, menage a trois...even quattre. Those films had skyrocketed to the top of the sales charts in the adult film genre. But, now the subject of bondage, dominance and submission, all the bells and whistles that came with it...was next on the list.

That subject matter hit very close to home for me. Damn Jacob to hell for making me do the dirty work. My assistant, Alice could have done it. He knew how I felt about the issue. How the mention of the word 'handcuffs' destroyed my marriage. But, I was the best.

I logged on to my email account and pulled up the information that Jacob had sent me from my files at the office in New York. My interview was with the one and only Edward Cullen. A very respected member of the community, donates twice a year to various charities, a whiz in real estate. Blah, blah. How is it possible for a man of his stature to be associated with this barbaric take on sexual pleasure? And who would have thought that a beautiful, tiny little island on the outset of South Carolina would be home to such a man?

Scrolling down to the end of the email, I discovered some more interesting facts that my assistant Alice had added.

Mr. Cullen has been a member of the BDSM and Dom/sub scene for the past five years. He practices all facets of the culture, but still considers himself a newbie, and continues to learn more about the lifestyle. He served in the military Special Ops program, and uses that knowledge in his personal security company and private investigative services.

Interesting indeed. I closed the email and took a sip of wine before doing a search for photos of Mr. Cullen. What little information I did have on him didn't include a face that I could put with a name. A few seconds later, there he was.

Mr. Edward Cullen.

All my darkest fantasies came rushing at me with full force. I shivered as my eyes shifted over the beauty of this man's face. His hair was the rarest shade of auburn. A sharp jawline that was anything but subtle. A light dust of five'o'clock shadow that screamed "male." His smile had to have been chiseled by a Celtic goddess...because it was perfect. It teased at the corners of his mouth, very seductive and challenging. Heavily furrowed brows that shaded amber colored eyes that dared you to ask him what was on his mind.

He was absolutely gorgeous. Everything about him had "bad idea" written all over him. The knowledge I had of Mr. Cullen and his bedroom preferences only made my skin more heated after I saw him. He was definitely a charmer. And I am sure that 'no' was not a word that he heard very often. Most normal women would probably run and hide if they knew about his whips and chains fetish. Of course he was charmer. I'm sure he was a master at seduction as well. How else was he to get these women to succumb to his every command?

My hands were trembling. My body ached. I was getting wetter by the second at every photo I looked at. After about fifteen minutes of staring at all these photos, this man was going to haunt my dreams. What was it about him? Other than the fact that he lived the fantasies that I had supressed for so long. Who was this guy, really? The information I had was so vague. Could he really know a woman's body well enough to take her to the ultimate threshold of pleasure with some ropes, a blindfold, and a few commands? I was curious. That's all. Not sick and twisted.

I couldn't afford to think about this now. Disturbing, yet delightful images were plaguing me, distracting me from my work. I shook my head and picked up the phone to call Jacob back in New York. I wanted to see if there was anything new.

"Jacob? I am going to call Mr. Cullen and confirm our appointment tomorrow. Anything new I need to know?"

"He is the real deal if that's what you want to know. Frequents the local underground bondage clubs. Does his best to keep his lifestyle on the DL, considering his outstanding reputation in the community. I am still trying to understand this guy. Not at all what I would have expected."

Ok, I should feel relieved with this information, but I wasn't. Part of me wished it was all made up and that when I faced him tomorrow, I could just chalk it up as a bad lead.

I bit my lip and swallowed hard, bracing myself for the answer to the next question I was about to ask. "So tell me. What did these people say about him?"

"Plenty. He is still what the hardcore BDSMer's call a lightweight. His reputation with women seems to keep him on the not-so-well-liked list by some of the club goers. He isn't a switch, meaning that he prefers female submission under his command, not the other way around. Rumor has it that he is so good at seducing women that he could have an entire convent of nuns begging for his cock. You want a piece of that, don't you?"

I could practically hear that he was smiling when he asked that.

"Get serious, Jacob. You know how I feel about this. And I am still pissed at you for making me do this. I have no interest in a man who has resorted to caveman like behavior just to make himself feel like a man."

"Sorry, babe. You just happen to be in the best geographical location for this project. I am counting on you to bring him aboard as consult for the next project. Make me proud. By the way, Alice wants you to send her the Jackson video. She's hard up for it."

"I don't doubt it. I'll call you after the interview."

Shit. What had I gotten myself into? My brain had turned into one big porno as I kept looking at this man's photos. Wondering what it would be like. Seeing how the other half lived. Surrendering completely to a man. No. I had promised myself that I would not ever let these thoughts control me ever again. This was my livelihood. I worked behind the scenes at a company that produced and distributed porn. This was work. Only work. And that is the only way I had to view it.

Damn. Which reminded me. I still had to call Cullen and confirm our appointment.

If pictures of this man could turn my body into a heated frenzy, what would his voice do to me?

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