His Personal Assistant

Chapter 3

BPOV.

"Miss. Swan, could you step in to see me please?" Edward's velvety voice came through the intercom and I could just make out the anger in his otherwise muted tone.

When I came into his corner office, I had to squint against the bright morning sun filtering through the glass panes behind his mahogany desk. Edward, leaning back in his

leather desk chair, was barely a silhouette against the suns glare, though I could just make out his elbows on the armrests and his fingers steeped in front of him.

'Yes, Mr. Cullen?' I asked nervously. I knew he would want to talk about our unfinished business last night, no doubt blaming me for his being unable to "claim" me.

"I spent the entire night hard as stone for you, and how do you repay me? By ignoring me all morning." His voice was matter-of-fact, calm, which was even worse then if he

were shouting. It was a scary-calm, a calm-before-the-storm calm, and I knew I would have to appease him quickly.

"I'm sorry, sorry! I didn't mean for us to get interrupted – please, I'll make it up to you."

He was still lost in shadows, so I couldn't see the reaction my words were having on him. After an eternity, he spoke.

"Yes," His voice was no longer calm, but low, gritty.

Dangerous.

"You most certainly will. Walk around the desk and kneel in front of me."

I did as Edward asked – commanded – and he pushed his chair back so I had room to sink to my knees between him and his desk.

"You're going to do exactly what I tell you to, understand?" I nodded, licking my lips. His eyes closed when I did that, and I knew I'd pay for teasing him when he clearly wanted

me so badly.

"Lean forward, unzip my pants, and un-tuck my cock. And don't you fucking look away." I kept my eyes fixed on his as I expertly leant forward and unzipped pants. He was

commando underneath, and it didn't take much encouragement for his erection to spring free.

There was already pre-cum leaking out, and I automatically rubbed the fluid around his swollen pink head. Edward's hip bucked violently when I did that, and he snarled, "I don't

recall telling you to do that, Miss. Swan."

"S-sorry, Mr. Cullen. What was it that you wanted me to do?" The lust that had his eyes in slits made me feel suddenly embolden, and I added in a throaty whisper; "did you

want me to suck on you thick hard cock? Is that what you want?"

He gave a strangled gasp, and then suddenly his hands were fisted in my hair and the tip of his cock was at my lips.

"Open your mouth, take me in."

I did as he said, and he immediately speared his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I took deep breaths through my nose as he began thrusting his length in and

out of my mouth. All the while, he was groaning and swearing and muttering under his heavy breathing.

"That's right...all of it...fuck...you hot little mouth...you're all mine..."

His hips started moving more jerkily when I began lightly scrapping my teeth down his length with each thrust, and I knew he was close.

"Bella...fuck, gonna cum...you're gonna swallow every drop I give you...Bella...you're mine...Miss. Swan...Miss. Swan..."