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Title: Same Time Tomorrow, Ms. Swan
Rating/ Disclaimer: Rated M for lemons. All the Twilight stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just sledding down her slope.
Summary: Executive Edward is tired of his brand of hand lotion, but doesn't have time to date. What's the solution? Call in a "nooner" from a company of ill-repute. All smut all the time.
A million thanks to my volunteer beta, Sharkjumper. She did an excellent job! :)
"I want you to do everything I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. Don't hesitate. Don't second guess. Just obey me."
Same Time Tomorrow, Ms. Swan
"Your twelve-o-clock is here, Mr. Cullen."
"Escort her up, please."
I laugh out loud to myself, but the sound isn't completely jocular. I can't recall the last time I felt so nervous. I have made about a half million dollars worth of deals this morning, but the woman who is about to walk through my door has had my head spinning since I spoke with her on the phone an hour ago.
In a little over an hour and a half, I have to give a presentation to the board, including the new chair, and if they don't buy my statistics, they aren't going to invest in my latest venture. If they don't invest, I stand to lose a good chunk of change. I look out the window of my high-rise office building where Cullen Multinational – my recently-gone-public six billion dollar net per year conglomerate – houses its executive offices. I can see the tiny cars below as they go about their lunchtime business and wonder if there are any other men on New York's Wealthiest Bachelors list who are about to embark on the same business deal as I.
I am about to pay for sex.
It will be the first time sex didn't involve my hand and a bottle of lotion in nearly two years.
If I were to describe my life as seriously fucking busy, the gross understatement of the phrase would make any other conversation related to the topic pointless. Whether there is point or not, I don't have time to engage in the discussion long enough to make someone understand what all I accomplish on any given day. I work from six in the morning until ten at night, eat in my office, work out in the company gym, and often sleep in the room off the side of my office which has been equipped with a full bathroom and a bed. If I do make it home, I usually pass out. If I'm unable to sleep, I choose from a selection of porn without plot DVDs from the cabinet, get out a bottle of Twilight Woods scented lotion from Bath and Body Works, and relieve myself into unconsciousness.
My brother harassed me into considering this venture on New Year's Eve, after I gave him a brief, drunken description of my sex life, and he claimed it didn't count when no one else was involved. Just having him say that had me thinking about it way too much, and last night I pulled the little card he had given me out of the trash can and dialed the number. An hour ago the phone rang, and a Ms. Bella Swan told me who she was, asked if I was free for lunch, and made it very clear that while she was available, she was far from free. Just her voice and knowing she was coming here to fuck me were enough to give me an erection that tried to mimic the Chrysler Building.
I jacked off in my executive bathroom a half hour later to make sure I didn't come as soon as she walked through the door. I'm not completely sure it helped, because I'm already starting to feel a little discomfort in my pants, and she hasn't even reached my office yet. Yeah…but when she does, I'm going to have her on her knees and sucking me within the first five minutes.
Definitely getting a little uncomfortable in the boxer-briefs.
The slight knock on the door is familiar, and when Grace opens it and announces Ms. Swan's arrival, I have to swallow hard before I can get a sound out of my mouth.
"Please come in, Ms. Swan." I blink rapidly a few times as she comes around the door and into view.
I knew she would be attractive – I mean, that's part of the hiring requirements, right? I'm annoyed with myself when my business-focused mind starts wondering exactly what the hiring process may be, and what might constitute a second interview. Maintaining my practiced outward demeanor of cool and calm, I reach out my hand and grip her fingers in a brief handshake.
"Bella Swan," she says smoothly. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Cullen."
Oh, it will be, baby.
I had told her to look professional, because I certainly don't need to get any rumors started, and she has the attire down to a tee. She's dressed in a black, just-above-the-knee length skirt, a button up white blouse, and an unbuttoned black blazer. Her hair is up in a little bun on top of her head, but I can tell her hair is long and mahogany-brown, which is what I had requested. I want to see it all splayed out over her shoulders. Fuck that – I want to see it splayed out over my desk. Maybe on the floor, too. And in my chair. And on my couch…
The boots, though…well, I don't know much about women's fashion, but they are way too fucking hot to be normal corporate attire. They go up to the bottom of her knees, with four-fucking-inch heels and they have this kind of gathered look about them – almost like they're supposed to be pulled up farther, but she's got them shoved down. I can see just the very top of her calf, and I'm torn between wanting those boots ripped off so I can see her calves and wanting them up over my shoulders while I dive face first into her pussy.
All right, that definitely counts as focus, but not exactly what I need at the moment.
The door shuts, and Grace welcomingly removes herself from our presence, while I make no pretences about looking Bella Swan up and down. When my eyes finally drift off her boots, to her breasts and eventually back to her face. She has one eyebrow cocked at me.
"Do you approve?" she asks, her eyebrow still raised.
"So far," I say quietly. "Shall we get down to business?"
"We need to get the business portion of this transaction done first, if you don't mind."
"Of course, Ms. Swan."
"Here's the bank account information." She hands me a small business card with all the pertinent information written on it. "Once I verify the transfer, we can get started. All right?"
I pull out my phone, open up the appropriate app, and transfer ten grand from my personal account to the account on the card. She pulls out her own phone and taps at the screen a few times. After a moment, she looks back up to me.
"All right, Mr. Edward Cullen," Bella Swan says as she closes her phone. "You have paid a significant amount of money to my company to be in my company for the next sixty minutes. The amount you have paid entitles to anything you want, provided there is no actual injury or permanent marks left on my body when our transaction is complete. For either vaginal or anal intercourse, you are to use a condom. Other than that, pretty much anything goes. Though it's never happened with me, we do practice common safe words just in case something is getting out of hand. I'll say 'yellow' if you're doing something I don't want, and I expect you to deviate from your current course. If I say the word 'red,' and you don't stop what you are doing, you'll end up floating in the Hudson before the end of the week."
"You said that over the phone," I remind her. I hope to God I sound more confident than I feel, but something about having my life threatened in my own office is a little nerve wracking.
"Just want to make sure everything is in order, Mr. Cullen."
"I think I have the rules down, Ms. Swan."
"In that case, let's begin," Bella says as she tilts her head like she's examining me. "Do you know what you are looking to experience today?"
"Yes, I do," I respond. I know exactly what I want, which is rather the point.
"What would that be, then?"
"I want you to do everything I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. Don't hesitate. Don't second guess. Just obey me."
The change in her demeanor is instantaneous.
"Of course, Mr. Cullen."
"Take your hair down."
Her slender arms reach up behind her head, and she pulls at a couple of pins. Her hair cascades around her, and I immediately step forward and run my hands through it. It's soft and silky, and she manages to give me a sweet, shy glance through her lashes while I touch it. I comb my fingers through it once more, and then let it drop around her shoulders.
"Open your blouse – the top buttons only," I instruct her, and she complies immediately. I can see her creamy smooth skin as she exposes it, button by button, until just the top part of her breasts and a lacy, white bra are visible. "Stop right there."
"Take that skirt off," I command. "Panties, too – if you are wearing any."
Again, she is completely compliant, and I'm getting so fucking hard I'm not so sure the recent masturbation was worth the effort. She reaches behind her back, and a moment later, her skirt is dropping off her hips and getting caught on the edge of her come-fuck-me boots. She blushes – fucking blushes – and reaches down to release the fabric, and let the skirt fall to the floor. She is wearing panties, but no stockings. They are white like her bra, with a little lace scattered here and there. The panties are crotch-less, but she starts taking them down as well – just as she is instructed.
I feel like I could come just watching her strip.
The panties get caught on the boots as well, and this time the fabric isn't so cooperative. The panties snag on the decorative buckle on the side of the boots, and she is blushing again. She almost loses her balance as she tries to dislodge them.
"Stop," I tell her – and again, her obedience is instant. I fucking love it, control-freak that I am. "Take the boots off before you fall on your ass."
"If you wish," she says softly. She nearly falls again, but manages to pull the damn things off before I give up and offer to help. I do smirk a bit – I can't help it – when she looks back up to me. Again, she manages to blush and look completely shy and uneasy with herself. I might call it cute, but in her current position it just doesn't fit. The panties, boots and skirt are now all piled up on my office floor, and she stands upright again, her completely bare pussy exposed to my wandering eyes.
"Open your blouse some more."
Oh yeah – that sounds good.
I know – I'm a perverted, sick sort of bastard. It's just one more reason I don't date.
She works a couple more buttons before I tell her to stop again.
"Does that bra unclasp in the front?"
"Yes, sir – just as you asked."
She does, and her breasts are now more exposed to me, but still not completely. It's much like when one of the hot young women execs has a low cut blouse, and I find myself trying to peek around the edge and see what there is to see. Part of each nipple is visible, and I find myself licking my lips.
"I want you on your knees," I tell her, and feel myself grow impossibly harder as she drops down in front of me, her eyes looking up and gazing at me with practiced adoration. Her tongue sweeps over her bottom lip. I take a step forward, and her head is perfectly level with my crotch.
"Use your mouth," I tell her. "Over my pants – kiss it."
She slides closer on her knees, her eyes still on mine as she leans slightly and places her hands on the outsides of my thighs. She licks her bottom lip and stares at me through her lashes. She arches her back only slightly, and I can see just the slightest edge of a nipple still tucked away at the edge of her partially open shirt.
She starts at the tip, only glancing down once before placing a closed-mouthed, lip-glossed peck right on the head. She licks her lips again before she tilts her head and kisses my shaft – open-mouthed – all the way down to my balls.
"Good girl," I murmur. She kisses back up to the tip, breathing hot breath from her mouth along the way. When she's done, she stops and looks up at me.
"May I see you?" she asks, and her voice is quiet and demure. "I would really like to see you, Mr. Cullen…please?"
Fuck, but she is good.
"Unfasten my belt," I command as I loosen my tie. I'm not about to let her know she's getting to me. I never let anyone know when they manage to get under my skin – in any way. She is not going to be an exception. "Use your mouth."
She bites down into the Italian leather, and I wonder if it's going to leave a mark. I rather hope it does, because I could use a souvenir. She tilts and twists her head to the side, deftly pulling at the buckle until it's hanging haphazardly from the loops of my suit pants.
"Now the rest." I pull the tie from around my neck and toss it casually onto my coffee table.
Without being instructed, she uses her teeth to release the button and pull down my zipper. Her chin runs along my length as she does, and I have to fight back the urge to groan as she slowly runs her nose back up my shaft when she's done with the zip. I reach down and push the pants and my boxers from my hips as her eyes grow discernibly wide.
Yeah, I'm not paying for this because my dick is small.
"Do you want it?" I ask her.
"Yes…please, Mr. Cullen…please let me suck your cock."
My breathing is becoming more difficult to control, and the feeling is a little concerning. I lick my lips – already wondering what her pussy tastes like – and I want her enough that I'm feeling a little unnerved. I don't like feeling unnerved – not in the slightest. I want to control the situation…control myself…control her. Too many things in my life weren't my decisions, and I need to have power over this. It has been so long since I was in the company of a woman, and I forgot how easy it is to lose yourself to the moment. I need to bring myself back on top, as it were.
"No," I say definitively. "Lick it, whore."
Her eyes tighten at the corners – only a very small amount, but I notice it. She doesn't like the word, and I find that somewhat interesting. Still, she doesn't hesitate, and I watch her tongue run first over her lips and then reach out of her mouth as far as it will go. She tilts her head slightly to one side, ducks a little lower, and runs it from my balls all the way up to the tip. Her eyes close slightly, and she moans softly.
She curls her tongue over the head of my cock, raises herself up a little more on her knees, and licks all the way back to the base. She places her tongue flat against the side of the shaft, licks back to the head, swirls her tongue around twice, and finally ends with a quick flick over the slit, capturing the pre-come. She moves to the other side, back to base…back to tip…swirl…flick.
"Now you can suck it," I tell her as I mentally brace myself.
Her lips mold over it without hesitation, and the feeling of her warm mouth encompassing me is nearly my undoing. Shit, I must have totally forgotten what a woman's mouth felt like. It's so warm and wet and fucking delectable, and I have to stop myself from just grabbing her by the hair and fucking her mouth until I come. Her eyes stay trained to mine, that same look of utter adoration in her eyes as she slides her lips half way up my dick and then back to the tip with light, teasing, and seductive suction.
In and out, just a handful of times before she leans in, the angle no longer allowing the fabulous view of her partially exposed tits, but I barely notice because right as I feel the head of my cock against the back of her throat, I feel her throat constrict around me, and she's swallowing my cock.
Holy fucking shit.
I had some damn fine blowjobs in college, but nothing – nothing was like this. I can't help myself, and I let out a low, guttural moan as my head tilts back.
"Oh, shit – yes…"
My hips move forward, and I can feel my balls right up against her chin. She's got my whole fucking cock in her mouth, and part way down her throat. The feeling is completely indescribable, and again, my need for control of the situation rises to the forefront of my mind. I look down at her and wrap my fingers into her hair, pulling her head over my cock, setting the pace and watching her bob up and down. Every few strokes she pulls back farther, and I can hear her take a deep breath through her nose before she's swallowing me again. For a moment, I try to hold back, but the view of her totally wrapped around my shaft and the feeling of her throat wrapped around me are too much, and the suddenness of my pending orgasm is surprising.
I can't take it, and I no longer care.
"Swallow it," I command through clenched teeth. "All of it."
And I let go, allowing the tightened feeling release and explode down her throat – my first truly intimate contact with a woman since I finished my MBA. I manage to not scream, but only just barely, and hold her head over my dick until the feeling recedes and she backs off, licking me up and down as she goes.
She settles back on her heels and looks up at me, the same look of worship on her face. For a moment, I feel like an absolute king. The way she's looking at me, how could I not? Then I realize at this point, I've given her nothing what-so-ever, and it's time to turn the tables. Fair play and all that.
"On my desk," I say, kicking my feet free of my shoes, pants and briefs. "Lean back on your elbows and spread your legs for me."
Her compliance is instant and so fucking hot. She's on my desk with her ass right at the edge and her knees spread wide. Quickly unbuttoning and discarding my shirt, I move to stand between her legs, where I have a perfect view of her pink, plump pussy. I waste no time diving in with my tongue.
I suppose people would consider it conceited, but in college I was known by half the sorority houses for my ability to produce orgasms with my tongue. Maybe to some guys eating a chick out is just for her, but I have always loved the taste of pussy, so I made sure I got plenty of practice. No doubt about it – Bella Swan's pussy was mighty fucking sweet. I may be paying her for this, but I also know exactly what I'm doing, and I am going to make her come. Hard.
I use the tip of my tongue to run along the edge of her labia, up one side and down the other. The end of my nose slowly circles her clit, and I exhale over her moist folds, feeling her shiver a bit. My tongue makes a lazy sojourn from the top of her glorious, bare pussy to the bottom and back to her clit, flicking quickly over the little nub. I hum against her skin, and her thighs clench beside me. I smile slightly. For a moment, I consider that she might be faking it, but I immediately dismiss the notion.
My tongue rolls around her clit again before dropping lower and circling her opening. Fucking sweet nectar enters my mouth – teasing my taste buds, and I know there are just some things you can't fake during sex. I dip my tongue inside her, stroking upwards and around while I hum against her pussy.
She groans, and her back arches, pushing her hips up into my face. I wrap my arms underneath her ass and hold her closer, my tongue working quickly inside of her while I nuzzle her clit with the tip of my nose. Her vaginal walls tighten and she shifts again, her hips starting to buck a little. I hold her in place as she cries out, and I taste her all over my tongue. It's the best fucking meal I've had in ages – and I immediately wish there was another course.
Feeling her shudder and moan around my tongue has made me seriously fucking hard again, and I can no longer hold back. I need to get my cock inside her. I release her legs, which drop back to the desk and move over her. Her eyes narrow slightly until she sees me reach into the drawer near her hip and pull out a condom. I hold it up for her to see, and then rip it open.
"Watch," I tell her, and I stroke myself once before rolling the condom up my length. Her eyes focus on my cock, and her teeth bite into her lower lip. I can see how much heavier she's breathing, and I don't think she could be faking whatever it is she is feeling. If she is – she's damn good. I position myself between her legs and ease forward.
She's dripping wet, and at least I know it isn't just from my tongue. Still, I push into her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her flesh wrapping slowly over my dick. Her mouth felt fucking incredible, but this – her warm, sensual flesh – it is completely without description. It's not like I forgot what it felt like to be with a real, honest-to-God partner – I haven't. Maybe it is just better than I expected, if I had any actual expectations. She's warm, slick, tight…and I realize that's probably what surprises me…how tight she is. I would have thought…well…I would have thought she wouldn't be so tight.
And as I think this, she tenses the muscles inside of her, gripping me tightly as I enter her completely, my balls resting nicely against her ass as I bury myself in her. I feel her hands on my shoulders as her arms wrap around me. I consider holding them over her head, but I like the feeling of her palms on my back. I close my eyes and pause – just for a moment. I pause and just feel her around me, forcing my mouth closed so I don't actually scream out her name. I gather my wits about me and pull back, nearly all the way out, and then slide slowly back inside. Bliss. Fucking carnal fucking bliss. Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes to find her looking at me, her mouth turned up in a slight, nearly cocky smile. I pause again and raise my eyebrows a little.
"You ready to be fucked, Ms. Swan?"
She immediately goes all doe-eyes on me, and on her face there emerges a perfectly contrite expression as her teeth sink slowly into her bottom lip again.
"Please, Mr. Cullen…please…I need you." She moans, closes her eyes and cranes her neck backwards as I pull out and swiftly embed myself in her flesh again. I slide back again, almost all the way out, and slam back home. I use one hand to brace myself on the desktop, my palm planted flat against the side of her head. I tilt down and take her nipple in my mouth, licking and teasing it for a moment before biting the tip. I don't do it hard – I don't want to really hurt her. Just enough to add to the stimulation, and her clenching and moaning indicate her appreciation of the act.
"Oh please…Mr. Cullen…please…I need more…please."
As her hands drop to my backside and her fingers dig in, I give her more, and I give it to her faster. I move to her other breast, licking and teasing it with my tongue. I hold myself deep inside of her, rotate my hips to rub my pubic bone against her clit, and then slide back out. I do it again, and again. I don't suppose I had truly forgotten what fucking a girl was like, but I sure don't remember it feeling this fantastic. I guess all this time I believed my hand to be adequate, I was completely fucking wrong.
"You feel so good," I moan, cringing when I realize I said it out loud. Immediately after, I decide I don't give a shit anymore, wrap my fingers up in the hair at the base of her neck, and cover her mouth with mine.
Her mouth tastes fucking divine. I don't know why I haven't kissed her before now. Maybe it just seems too…intimate. Like having my cock in her isn't. She tastes like me as well, and it makes me feel like I own her. I do own her, if only for now. I run my tongue along hers, touching her and tasting her until I have to come up for breath. When I do, I look down into her eyes, watching them darken and flicker and close slightly as I continue to pound into her. I kiss her again, flicking my tongue over her lips, and then across her chin and up the line of her jaw. I find her ear and suck gently on the lobe.
"Fucking incredible," I mumble into her ear, no longer caring what I say. I can feel the pressure building in my stomach as it presses against hers, in my legs as they slam repeatedly into the edge of the desk, and my in cock as it's gripped and squeezed and fucking caressed by her pussy. I want to scream, but I know I can't be too loud, because soundproof office or not – someone just might hear me.
But she feels…so…fucking…good…
I can't hold on any longer, but at least I manage to keep my sounds to muffled grunting into the soft, warm skin of her neck. Her hands are still gripping me tightly, holding me up against herself and possibly leaving some pretty serious scratch marks on my ass. It feels fantastic – both her nails and the feeling of actually coming inside a woman and not just making a mess on my Egyptian linen sheets.
My forehead drops down on her shoulder, and my arms try to give out, but I manage to hold my position poised above her. I want to collapse on her. I want to wrap my arms around her and hold her against my chest, kissing her softly and maybe offering to get her a drink so she can relax and be ready for Round Three. But I can't do that, because she's a whore and I have a board meeting in a half hour.
I push back with my hands and don't meet her eyes as I slowly pull out of her, remove the condom, and toss it in the wastebasket under my desk. I will have to make sure to get rid of it all together before I leave tonight – I don't need the cleaning crew finding that shit.
She doesn't speak as she pulls her skirt off the floor and buttons up her blouse. I don't look at her, but I can tell what she's doing just from the sounds her rustling clothing makes. I feel incredibly awkward when I come to the conclusion that I do not know what I should say to her now. Thanks? Was it good for you? See you next time?
"Are you available at noon tomorrow, Ms. Swan?"
"I think I have an appointment already, Mr. Cullen," she responds. The submissiveness is gone – replaced by sassy, sexy self-assuredness that is nearly as big a turn on. I would be hard again, except the thought of her having another "appointment" is somewhat disturbing to me. Actually, it really, really pisses me off, but I can't show her that.
"I'll double your fee."
I finally meet her eyes. She's bent over, pulling the second fuck-hot boot over her beautiful calf, and she's staring back at me with those big, luscious brown irises. She seems to consider a moment, and then nods slightly.
"I think I may be able to arrange that."
"I think you should," I say. None of my nervousness regarding this transaction shows in my voice. At least, I hope it doesn't.
"I'll make it happen, Mr. Cullen."
"Wear those boots." Next time, I'm going to want them over my shoulders.
"Same time tomorrow, Mr. Cullen?"
"Same time tomorrow, Ms. Swan."
She picks up her purse and tosses the strap casually over her arm before walking out the door. She doesn't give me a second glance, and I don't care. She'll be back here tomorrow, and I'm already thinking about fucking her on the coffee table from behind.
I don't know if this is the sort of thing my mother would consider a relationship or not, but for the first time in a long time I feel relaxed and at ease. I sit down on my oversized, high-backed, leather chair and unlock my laptop. As I lean back and watch various emails and alerts fly past the screen, my eyes glance down to the trashcan underneath the desk, and the discarded, used condom inside of it. I feel a slow smile creep across my face as I pull up the PowerPoint presentation I have to give in a half hour. Whatever anxiety I felt regarding the board meeting prior to my lunch hour is now completely dissipated.
I activate my calendar for tomorrow and quickly mark my time as unavailable from noon to one-o-clock. Snickering a little to myself, I go ahead and block off all my lunch hours for the following two weeks as well.
"Same time tomorrow indeed, Ms. Swan," I whisper to myself.
Well, what do you think? So much for my usual slow burn, huh? Is he just a total jerk, who has obviously watched way too much porn? Did she fake it? ;)
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