*^*A Taste of Honey*^* ~ SoapyMayhem
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Chapter 5
**Expectations**
**Edward
Cullen**
"Are
you ready to go, Isabella?" I asked coyly before reluctantly releasing her
hand.
"Yes, Sir," she said
quietly before taking a long look back at the old white house.
Seeing
Charlie's cruiser, I assumed he was there and wondered why he hadn't come out
to greet me or say goodbye to Isabella. I decided not to dwell on it, as I had
far greater concerns. Isabella was going to be mine for two months, and after,
when that two months was up, she would be in Seattle, which was only a short
drive away from the estate in Bellevue. I just hoped I could keep her.
"Excellent, we'll go ahead and leave then. The movers will get your
things and deliver them to the estate later this evening. As for us, I thought
we might stop for dinner on the way."
I opened the car door for Isabella, loving the shy way she thanked me.
Conner and the driver slipped wordlessly into the front. Wanting some
privacy with Isabella, I pressed the button for the divider to come up,
effectively cutting us off from the prying ears in front.
"What are you in the mood for, Isabella?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, well I'm not picky. I can usually find something I like
anywhere, so really, whatever you prefer, Sir," she replied happily before
crossing her longs legs in front her and relaxing back against the soft leather
seats. My cock loved that she shared her opinion but ultimately wanted to abide
by my decision.
"There is a fantastic Thai restaurant on the way to the estate, so
we'll stop there," I decided before looking to Isabella for her reaction.
"I've never had Thai food before, but I love to try new things,
Sir," she admitted with a smile. Her words, though innocent in nature,
opened the floodgates to images of all the new
things wanted her to try.
Fuck.
I placed my iPad2 in my lap to hide the fucking boner I always sported
in her presence.
"I'm sure you'll love it, though I should warn you - lot of it is
quite hot," I cautioned.
"I can take the heat, Sir," she joked lightly making me smirk
back.
Several minutes of comfortable silence passed until I thought of a few
questions and things I still hadn't discussed with Isabella.
"Alice should be there when we arrive as well. I should warn you,
though, she can be a little… well, she's a pain the ass, if I'm being
honest," I admitted jokingly. Isabella laughed and smiled.
"For the most part she's friendly and fiercely loyal. I'd like to
say that she's down to earth, but unfortunately she tends to be a bit bratty
because of our upbringing." I couldn't help but notice Isabella frown
slightly. "As I mentioned before, Alice graduated Ai the year before with
a degree in fashion design. She already opened her own boutiques in Seattle,
LA, New York, and London, but she works at the store in Seattle every couple of
days. I'm sure at some point she's going to want to take you there and use you
as her own personal paper doll… hence the pain in the ass comment," I
explained.
Isabella's eyes widened a bit before she smiled nervously and nodded.
"She sounds nice, Sir," Isabella commented politely. Her
bewildered eyes betrayed her politeness, and I had to stop myself from
laughing.
"It's okay, Isabella - feel free to refuse her. Don't let anyone
pressure you to do anything you don't want to," I assured her humorously.
She smiled nervously, until she caught the humor laced in my tone.
"Don't worry. You'll like Alice eventually - I promise," I added
to reassure her.
"I trust you, Sir," she replied, laughing a little. Her words,
though filled with laughter, elicited a pang in my chest. I needed her trust
more than anything.
"I almost forgot to ask. Have you decided if you wanted to stay in
the estate or should I have Conner get the cottage ready for you?" I asked
eagerly awaiting her decision.
"Well, I don't want anyone to go through any trouble, Sir, so in
the estate will be more than fine, and I suppose it would be easier if I was
already in the house, so I can prepare our meals and get to the… umm… where am
I to paint the mural, Sir?"
"My office," I replied simply.
She nodded, but I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. I
hoped she realized how important this was to me. Being in my office meant that
the mural would be in a place I would see every day. Unfortunately, her
thoughts were closed to me, making me unable to determine what she thought of
that.
I dared not ask her either.
The three hour drive seemed to go by quickly. We had a chat about the
painting supplies Isabella would need as well as the groceries for the meals
she would prepare for the week.
Isabella was concerned about the current color scheme in my office,
wanting to make sure that she used the best colors possible to match, but I
insisted that she should use whatever colors felt right to her, and if
necessary, I'd redecorate around it. I took note of everything she needed and
then sent it to
Conner's Blackberry, so he could have it all delivered the next day.
I gave her the specifications on the room size and watched with barely
veiled interest as she pulled a sketchpad from her bag and began drawing out
various patterns and designs.
It wasn't long before we arrived in Seattle at the Thai restaurant. When
she saw it, Isabella blanched and looked slightly horrified.
"Hey… what's wrong, sweet girl?" I asked worriedly, inwardly
cursing my slip - I'd accidentally called her by the pet name I gave her in my
fantasy.
"This place looks… umm… really fancy, Sir," she replied
nervously, not seeming to notice my loose tongue.
'Well, I guess it is. It's the best Thai food in the city and considered
a five star restaurant," I hedged, wondering if she was worried about
money again.
"What's the matter, Isabella?"
"I'm umm… I'm not really dressed for a place like this, Sir,"
she replied softly, sounding embarrassed.
"Nonsense, you look beautiful…" I complemented easily, loving
the way she blushed from my words. "…but I don't want you to be
uncomfortable.
Would it help you to know that I already had Conner reserve a private
dining room for us?"
"Umm… okay. I feel bad that you would have to go through so much
trouble, but that would make me more comfortable, Sir. That's very
considerate," she agreed, seeming relieved.
"It's no trouble. Besides I usually see constituents in places like
this, and private dining is usually the best way to avoid drawn-out political
conversations or the constant requests for special favors when I am trying to
enjoy a nice meal by myself," I explained.
"You must be so lonely, Sir," she observed compassionately
before slapping her hand over her mouth. She looked utterly aghast. "I'm
so sorry, Sir. That was completely out of line for me to make such an
assumption about your personal life, much less to voice that opinion."
"It's okay, I don't mind. Besides, it was a correct
assumption," I admitted before looking at her meaningfully. Her gaze met
mine, and it was like some kind invisible link had bound us together. The
moment of silence felt as though it held so much promise, so much hope. I dared
not ruin it with petty words or empty gestures. Isabella's eyes were filled
with curiosity and surprise. What must she think of my admission? Did she
realize that I wanted her?
Before I could contemplate those questions any further, Isabella's door
opened and forced me to break the intense hold Isabella's deep eyes had on my
own.
Conner held the door for her then went to open mine.
Feeling emboldened by our shared moment, I offered her my arm and walked
with her into the restaurant.
The hostess was already awaiting our arrival and guided us through the
throng of people waiting to be seated and into the private dining area.
The room looked very modern and had an almost sensual look, with its
rich, amber walls and dark leather bench seats. As Isabella sat down, my cock
began to harden at the thought of her on my whipping bench, which was currently
locked up tight in my poor underused playroom. For the sake of my own sanity, I
hoped it didn't remain that way for too much longer.
Isabella and I enjoyed our meal and thankfully kept the conversation
light.
It was nearly 9:30 when we finished, and the restaurant was about to
close for the evening.
Isabella took my arm again as I walked her to back to the car. I loved
being near her, and would use any excuse I could to touch her. She was letting
me get closer and closer and the fact that she didn't shy away from my touch
thrilled me more than I cared to admit.
I caught Isabella staring at me a couple times on the way to the estate,
and though the inside of the car was too dark to be sure, I had a feeling she
blushed every time. Was she attracted to me?
I knew I was an attractive man - People magazine had even named me
number eight in their "Sexiest Man Alive" edition last year, which
was the highest any politician had ever gotten before. I was flattered, of
course, and loved the ego boost. Though politically, it hadn't done me any
favors. Many of my colleagues used it to tease me, while others made me the
butt of their jokes and questioned how serious I was about my position. Not
once had I let things like that go to my head. No one knew how much I
sacrificed to fulfill my role as Senator.
Not only had I sacrificed the amazing sex life I'd previously
maintained, but I had also lost a lot of quality time with my father, Esme,
Alice, Jasper and Emmett.
I vowed never to let that happen again. No way was I getting back into
politics again, no matter how much I was wanted. I had enough money that I
could enjoy myself - become a man of leisure.
Of course, I had my various hobbies to keep me busy - sailing, diving,
and even a little surfing, if the waves were good - not to mention my more
illicit hobbies.
I wondered if Isabella would want to go sailing some time. I knew I'd
have to get her a lot more comfortable with me before I suggested something
like that, but the mere idea of that beautiful girl at the bow of my schooner
wearing a gauzy white dress with the wind in her dark hair, filled me with a
deep sense of yearning.
~*AToH*~
It was a little after ten by the time we pulled up to the gates my
estate. Isabella sat up abruptly when she noticed we were turning in to the
drive.
She looked excited.
"It's so big, Sir," she observed. I almost moaned from the
innuendo.
Fuck, I loved it when she did that. Nearly everything she said could be
taken the wrong way to mean something sexual. She was driving me insane.
"Holy crap," she blurted when we pulled the car into my
garage. I noticed she was looking around at all the cars I owned. It was
probably the first time I'd heard her say something that wasn't 100% polite. I
chuckled, wondering if she ever cussed at all. As much as I loved her
respectful side, I wanted her to let her guard down. I wanted to hear filthy
words come out of her plump, pink lips.
"As you can see, I love cars," I admitted unashamedly.
"Yes, Sir," she agreed, wide-eyed.
"Before I forget…" I walked over to the small locker
containing all my car keys and grabbed a small silver one. "… this is the
key to that silver Volvo over there. It's yours to use when you need to leave,
and you aren't going somewhere with Alice in that thing." I motioned to
the canary yellow Ferrari Roadster parked haphazardly next to my favorite car -
my midnight black Aston Martin Vanquish.
"Thank you, Sir… I can't believe… I mean that's so considerate. I
promise to be very careful with your car," she pledged gratefully.
"Yes, I'm sure you will, and if you value your life, you won't ride
anywhere with my sister," I added, barely teasing. Alice had been in more
fender benders than anyone else I knew. Isabella chuckled nervously, so I was
pretty sure I'd made her sufficiently afraid of my sister. I didn't feel too
bad about it, as long as she wasn't skittish around me.
"According to the movers, they've already delivered both Miss
Cullen and Miss Swan's things to their designated suites and moved everything
from your office to one of the spare rooms," Conner said after ending a
call on his Blackberry.
"Thank you, Conner, that'll be all for today," I dismissed.
Conner and the driver both left.
I almost breathed a sigh of relief that Isabella and I were finally
alone, until I heard a shrill scream painfully penetrate my eardrums. I should
have remembered Alice was already here after seeing her car in the garage.
I groaned irritably.
"Isabella, I'm Alice. We are going to have so much fun this summer.
I'm gonna take you to the college and to my boutique, and then we can go to the
club on Friday nights…" she shouted before hugging a stunned looking
Isabella.
Politely - as always - Isabella patted her on the back before stepping
away.
"It's nice to meet you too, Alice, you can call me Bella -
everybody does," she replied shyly.
What. The.
Fuck? What was this "Bella" shit? She never once corrected me or
gave me any indication to call her by the nickname. The idea that we'd made
some kind of connection back at the restaurant was starting to seem like it was
just some fantasy I concocted in a desperate attempt to be close to her. My
eyes narrowed and fists clenched. I had to get away.
"Excuse me, please," I interrupted coldly before storming out
of the garage.
Once I made it to my bedroom, I jerked the bathroom door open and
stripped out of my clothes. I was in the shower before the water even had time
to heat. The hard spray of ice cold water both invigorated me and made me numb.
I refused to think about Isabella's words and how much they hurt me.
The numbness lasted only until the water began to warm my frigid skin.
Along with the warmth came the pain and vile self-loathing thoughts. She
must think of me like some kind of authority figure, like a fucking teacher or
fuck… a gross old man who has the audacity to think he could possibly lure a
beautiful young woman - fuck that - a teenager, into his bedroom to use her
like his own personal fuck toy. What a goddamn lecherous creep I was.
I allowed the poisonous thoughts to consume until I stepped out of the
shower to towel off. I had to let this go. It was ridiculous for a grown
fucking man and a goddamn Dom to act like such a petulant child. The way I
acted, leaving Isabella alone with Alice, was so fucking rude. She probably
thought I was insane.
It was obvious Alice made her uncomfortable.
Jesus. What
the fuck was I thinking?
I dried my hair quickly, hoping Isabella wouldn't suspect that I'd left
her like that just so I could take a fucking shower.
In my haste to get undressed, I'd left my suit in a crumpled mess on the
floor. I dressed quickly in the wrinkled suit and did my best to try to find
Alice and Isabella.
Assuming Alice had taken Isabella on a tour of the place, as I should
have, I headed to the guest wing where the girls rooms were located.
I wanted to put Isabella in the sub room across the hall from mine, but
I didn't dare tempt myself. Knowing me, I'd end up horny in the middle of the
night and sleepwalk into her bedroom, only to end up violating her in her
sleep.
One nice thing though, was that Isabella's room was on the first floor
while Alice's was on the second which meant we wouldn't disturb her if Isabella
and I ever snuck in or out of her room at night.
Shit, I was getting way ahead of myself with those thoughts, especially
after the whole nickname fiasco.
I could hear feminine voices down the hall and approached quietly.
Eavesdropping was a pretty shitty thing to do, but I was officially
insane now, so I didn't see how it made things any worse.
"Are you sure I can't get you to come to the clubs, Bella? They are
so fun," Alice simpered.
"It's not really my thing, Alice. I'm not even old enough to drink,
so I can't imagine I'd be much of a companion," Isabella replied, her tone
almost pleading to be understood.
"Oh yeah… I guess I forgot. You just seem so mature for your
age," Alice observed. She was right too - Isabella may have been nearly
ten years younger than Alice and almost twenty years younger than me, but she
had an old soul.
"Do you think Edward is okay?" Isabella asked unsurely and in
a worried tone.
Fuck.
Edward.
It was the first time I'd heard her same my name. I'd only ever been
"Sir" or "Mr. Cullen," which yeah, I fucking loved, but the
more I thought about it, the more I realized that, aside from my slip when I
called her "sweet girl" I'd only ever been formal with her, myself. I
never corrected her or gave her permission to call me "Edward." So
why would she feel comfortable telling me to call her "Bella."
Shit.
I felt like an even bigger idiot.
"Dunno… you never know what that idiot is thinking," Alice replied impishly.
Hell, even
Alice knew I was an idiot.
I had to fix this.
"Ladies," I greeted cheerfully. Isabella startled at my abrupt
appearance, while Alice smirked knowingly. She knew I was listening in, that
little psychic. "I hope you'll excuse my rude behavior, but I had an
important matter to attend to."
Both eyed me skeptically but made no mention of my attempt to deflect
from the real reason that I ran away like a fucking pussy.
I finished the tour of the estate, taking Isabella around to the various
important rooms, such as the kitchen, the game room, the library, and laundry
room. Alice was pissed when she found out I wasn't currently employing a
live-in housekeeper, but merely a once-weekly cleaning crew. If she expected to
be waited on hand and foot, the brat could leave if she was so inclined. In
fact, I hoped she would, then Isabella and I could be all alone together.
The last stop on the tour was my wing of the house, containing my
bedroom suite, my office, two guest bedrooms - one of which was the Sub room -
and the last was the locked red door which housed my playroom. It was at the
end of the hall, so I didn't take the girls down that far.
I noticed the way Isabella bit her lip and seemed to squirm a bit at the
mention of my bedroom. It made me so fucking hard - I was going to fuck the
shit out of my hand tonight.
It was nearly midnight before the girls headed off to their rooms, but
not before Isabella surprised me by giving me a tight hug. I was so stunned,
that I by the time I realized what happened, I was standing dumbly in an empty
room.
I couldn't help but replay what happened, needing to feel her over and
over in my mind.
I practically ran back to my bedroom. Halfway there it felt like my cock
was gonna bust the seams of my slacks to get out.
I slammed the door shut and roughly palmed my aching shaft.
I wasn't about to dry fuck my hand, so I grabbed a bottle of warming
lube and squirted a few drops in my palm - I planned on fucking fantasy
Isabella's hot little pussy tonight.
I glance up
at the tinted dividers of my limousine, thankful that no one can see in or what
I am about to do to sweet little Isabella.
"I think it's time to give my
good girl her reward, don't you think, baby?"
"Yes, please," she
whimpers, clenching her thighs.
"Take off those fucking clothes,"
I command, wanting her naked. She complies eagerly, wanting whatever reward I
see fit to give her.
"What do you want, sweet girl
- my cock, my tongue, or my fingers?" I ask in a husky tone.
"Your cock, please,
Master," she begs wantonly, knowing she is supposed to answer those types
of questions with a simple 'Whatever you desire,
Master,'
but incidentally I would have chosen to give her my cock, so I let it slide.
"Come here, sweet girl, and
sit on my lap. I want you riding my cock so I can feast on those beautiful
tits." She clamors over to my side of the car.
"Take my cock out,
Isabella." It takes her a moment, because I have to lift my ass up so she
can pull my slacks down to my ankles. "Fucking ride me hard with that
tight little pussy, girl, and since this is your reward, cum as many times as
you need to."
She moans
at my promised reward.
Positioning
herself over my huge fucking cock, she starts to slide down painfully slow. Her
walls are contracting around my shaft, and it feels like she is already about
to come.
"Fuck, Isabella… goddamn,
tight pussy," I groan incoherently.
She picks
up the pace and begins riding my cock like she's trying to win a fucking race.
A thrill of
ecstasy flows through my body in waves when she slides up to hover at the tip
for several seconds only to slam down hard.
"I'm gonna come,
Master," she whimpers, taking my big cock so fucking deep.
"Would you like your Master
to make you come, sweet girl?" I indulge sweetly.
"Please, "she cries
softly, pleadingly.
I grab onto
her hips and start fucking her at an angle that I know hits her sweet spot. As
if her screams of pleasure weren't enough, her shaking thighs and quivering
walls tell me she coming all over my cock.
"Fuck… ungh… Master…
coming," she mumbles.
I latch
onto a tight nipple, holding it firmly between my teeth while I assault the tip
with my tongue, and it's enough to send her over the edge again.
Fuck.
I want her
to come with me, so I pick up the speed a little. As my movements become more
and more erratic, I can feel my release is eminent. I reach down to her
engorged clit and pinch it roughly before rolling it around between my fingers.
The sensation has her milking the cum right out of me..
"Oh, fuck… Isabella," I shouted as hot spurts of cum continued
to leak from my quivering cock onto my stomach and chest.
I'd never cum so fucking hard in my life.
Bella Swan would surely be the death of me.
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