Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I eyeballed the newspaper like it was a copy of one of my niece's High School Musical DVD's. She insisted on forcing me to watch whenever I went over, something which I did with complete and utter disdain and hatred.

I took a sip of my coffee, my eyes never leaving the offending article as I thought of ways to be rid of it. Shredding it seemed too humane. Maybe watching it burn slowly while I held a lighter under it would give me just a little shred of satisfaction. Fucking reporters and their fucking statistics.

Never had I hated statistics more than I did today.

"May I ask what that newspaper ever did to you to deserve such a look?" Tanya asked as she breezed into the room, pastries in hand. I looked up at her and threw the paper toward her before grabbing and taking a bite out of one of the pastries.

"Have you seen this fucking thing?" I asked with my mouth full of flaky, buttery, apple and cinnamon pastry. The taste calmed my ire slightly, and I watched as Tanya read the article that had me so pissed off. I was silently fuming inside as I tore my teeth through the pastry more forcefully than necessary.

"Why do you keep reading this shit?" she asked, tossing the paper back on the desk, while I went back to scowling at it. "It never exactly says anything positive about you."

"Because I like to know what people think of me," I groused. "I just hate it when they decide to compare me to the ass-fuck that was Senator Banner! I mean, fuck!"

I was getting frazzled and my hands were flittering from one place to another. I loosened my tie and raked my hands through my hair as I carried on venting.

"I may not always make the best decisions, or whatever the fuck they are complaining about, but at least I'm trying to keep this race clean. Senator Banner had his hands in more pockets than he should have. The PD, the Mayor, even the fucking mafia! How the fuck am I meant to beat his fucking statistics without getting my hands dirty? But no, the innocent people of the state are ignorant to the inner workings of the government and happily so, might I add.

"And, I would like to say that the environment is very fucking important for their fucking information! A waste of expenses, my ass! If we don't look after the planet then we're all going to die. Is that what they want? Have they not watched the fucking influx of disaster movies being spouted out by the studios? Don't they think that maybe, just maybe, we are trying to send a message out; like, pick up your fucking trash and recycle, you lazy fuckers! That's the fucking least they could do, while we slave away trying to clean up the ocean and the gulf - no thanks to BP! "

I huffed when I saw Tanya's bemused expression. "I'm glad you at least find this amusing," I said sarcastically before rooting through the desk drawers for my stash of cigarettes. I knew I had put them in here fucking somewhere.

"Cullen, I love you like a brother and we have been through a lot together, but get the fuck out of this office. You've got a piece of coal stuck so far up your ass, I'm surprised you're not shitting diamonds. You've been working non-stop for the last two months - weekends included - and you are going to burn yourself out if you keep going on like this. As your rather reluctant PA, I feel that it is my duty to look after you, which is why I have a car waiting at the end of the street with your girl in it.

"I don't like spending my Saturday mornings listening to you bitch about how the press views you. I like spending it in bed with my beautiful girlfriend, fucking the living daylight out of her. So go relieve all that extra tension because I don't want to see you until Monday morning."

I grunted before what she said fully sunk in." Wait, what?" I asked, looking up from my rummaging.

She sighed. "Stop looking for your fucking cigarettes and get out of here. Your girl is waiting for you. Oh, and this is where you thank me and give me a raise."

"How about I give you a thank you and buy you a car instead?" I negotiated, skillfully working out that I could save some money by getting her a nice little VW.

"You are such a cheap bastard," she huffed, "fine, but it better be a sports car."

"Done! Thank you for kicking me in the ass, and your Porsche will arrive in a few weeks. In fact, you might as well order it for me, since you're my PA and all."

I smirked at her annoyed expression and she gave me the finger. "Fuck you, Cullen. The car's waiting with your girl in it. I booked her for the weekend and the driver has been given strict instructions to take you to your house outside of the city. He signed a nondisclosure agreement, so anything he sees will be taken to the grave with him. You can also bet your ass that I'm getting the most expensive Porsche on the market. I don't care how ugly it is as long as you get to fork out the money for it."

She walked briskly out of my office, a smirk firmly placed on her lips, before I could even form a reply.

Did I mention she can be a bitch sometimes? If I hadn't been halfway out of the door already, I would have given her some sarcastic, scathing remark in return.

I walked with purpose as I left the building, the sun bathing the street in warmth and light. My eyebrows rose as I saw the limousine parked at the end of the street, the driver standing by the backseat door. Tanya had outdone herself with this. It was a little ostentatious, but it was the well placed thought that counted.

"Sir," he murmured, opening the door for me.

I slid into the car across from Isabella and couldn't stop my eyes from trailing over her. From the shiny, buckled black pumps, up the white, cotton socks that stopped at her knees, to the way her glorious thighs looked crossed over each other making the black, pleated skirt ride up higher. The white shirt let just enough collarbone peak out to tease me, was covered by a black blazer that matched her skirt. She had deviated from her normal pigtails and had her hair flowing down in waves around her shoulders with a cute hairband that had a little bow, keeping it out of her eyes.

It looked like she had come straight from some pretentious school in the city. I had to shift slightly in my seat as deviant thoughts ran through my mind. To just bend her over my desk and spank her with a ruler...

She didn't look up from her book as I shamelessly ogled her, only biting down on her lip and rolling it between her teeth in concentration as her brows furrowed.

I tapped my fingers on my leg, patiently waiting for a sign of acknowledgement as the limousine made its way through traffic. When it became apparent that I was being ignored, I leaned forward and plucked the book from her hands. Her head shot up and her eyes widened as she caught sight of me.

"Papi!"

She practically squealed as her face lit up and she threw herself across the car at me. I let out an 'umph' as she crashed into me, straddling my lap and diving her hands deep into my hair.

Her mouth attacked mine before I could even open my mouth to speak, surprising me with her enthusiasm. My hands immediately gravitated toward the soft, creamy flesh of her bare thighs and I tilted my head in an effort to deepen the kiss. But she pulled back before I could, circling her hands around my neck.

"I missed you," she said shyly, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip again as she smiled up at me.

"I missed you too, Bellezza," I murmured, littering open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck. She angled her head to give me more access and wiggled in my lap to get more comfortable, subtly reminding me that my hands were still on her thighs. I slowly slid them up higher to where her panty line should have been only to find bare skin.

I sucked in a sharp breath and pulled back, looking at her incredulously. "Are you wearing panties?" I asked and she shook her head slowly, a cheeky grin on her face as her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"No," she whispered, like it was secret just between the two of us.

My mind still hadn't quite comprehended this fact, and I couldn't stop my right hand from dipping down between her legs to touch her pussy. I ran a finger through her slick folds, groaning at the warmth as she squirmed in my lap, her breathing coming quicker than before as a light flush covered her body.

My lips moved up until they were hovering by her ear so I could whisper in it as I touched her.

"Has my dirty girl been going around all day with no panties on?" I purred into her ear and smirked as she shivered.

"Yes," she whispered shakily and I circled her clit teasingly, making sure not to actually touch it.

"Did it make you wet, knowing that anyone could see that pretty little pussy when you sat down or see your pert little ass when you bent over?"

She gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into the jacket of my Armani suit.

"Yes, Papi," she whimpered, pushing her hips down on my hand. I indulged her by rubbing her clit, but did it slow enough that it would make her frustrated.

"Papi," she whined, and I immediately stopped all movement and tutted at her as she huffed and pouted, her bottom lip looking all plump and inviting.

"No, Little One. I'm trying to teach you something. Do you know what that is?" I asked her and she shook her head, her eyes dark with lust. "I'm teaching you that every little part of your body belongs to me. So if I want to touch it, fuck it, or kiss it, then I will. Wherever I want, whenever I want, however I want. If I asked you to bend over so I could fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, right now, you would. Tell me why that is?" I asked patiently.

"Because I belong to you," she stated simply like she was telling me her favorite color. Her doe eyes blinked at me and I pulled back and cupped her face with the hand that wasn't resting on her pussy.

"That's right, Bellezza," I said gently, brushing my thumb over her cheek. "It also means that I have to take good care of you and not abuse the trust you have given me. I want you to understand that even though Papi spanks your little ass when you've been bad, you'll always be his little girl and nothing will change that, okay?"

She nodded and leaned further into my hand. "I know," she responded easily, and I placed a kiss just below her jaw.

"Good girl," I murmured against her skin and started stroking her clit again, but this time I did it quicker. I let two fingers drift down to collect some wetness and circle around her entrance before penetrating her with them.

She moaned quietly, and I was glad that the partition between the driver and us was up as she started rocked her hips against my hand.

"Hmmm, that's it, ride Papi's hand," I encouraged as I used my free hand to part her blazer and unbutton her shirt. My lips moved down to her collarbone where I sucked and licked her creamy skin. I groaned as I caught sight of her rose pink, cotton bra with a little bow between her tits and impatiently tugged the cups down so that I could wrap my lips around her nipple.

Her back bowed forward and her hands scrambled to find purchase in my hair as a breathy moan escaped her lips.

I twisted my fingers inside her as she bounced up and down on my hand, grazing the tips over the rough patch inside her. She jerked against me, crying out in pleasure and I nipped gently on her nipple, scraping my teeth against the taut, swollen tip.

"Oh, Papi, I'm so close," she whimpered and I can't begin to explain to you how her words made me feel. It gave me such a sense of power. I, Edward Cullen, the Senator, felt power over the fact that this beauty's, this Bellezza's, orgasm rested in the palm of my hand, quite literally. I could continue, manipulating her flesh until she came, or I could deny her and take away the tools she needed to relieve her frustration.

It was a heady feeling, but I knew without pausing or even giving thought to it, that I would indeed give it to her.

I rolled her nipple around my tongue and let my free hand drift under her skirt to meet the other. I could feel her juices saturating the leg of my slacks, immersing my thigh in wetness.

"You're lucky I'm wearing black," I murmured distractedly, suddenly rather glad I hadn't picked out my grey suit today like I had originally planned. I pumped my fingers in and out of her quickly, twisting and turning them while using my other hand to pinch her clit.

"La mia bella, venuto per me," I uttered in a whisper, my mouth forming the words and my tongue wrapping around each syllable like a bow around a present, so soft and silky.

She gasped as the words had their desired effect, her body shivering and shaking as she whimpered and mewled. My fingers kept up their pace even as her walls tightened around them, squeezing and fruitlessly trying to milk them as if they were my cock. I continued moving my fingers throughout her orgasm, prolonging it before slowly bringing her down from it.

She slumped against me, her body sated and relaxed as she nuzzled my neck, brushing her nose along the skin.

"Thank you, Papi," she murmured sweetly and I extracted my hands from her pussy and licked each finger, lapping up her sweet ambrosia.

Now that my focus was away from her sweet pussy, my erection made itself known, throbbing and leaking against my thigh as it tried to break free from my slacks. My hands moved without thought, unbuckling my belt and flicking open the button before slowly dragging down my zipper, shivers running down my back at each clicking of the teeth.

My hips rose just enough for me to push my pants down my thighs slightly and I let out a groan of relief as my hard cock sprung free. Never had I been so thankful that I had forgone underwear.

She sighed against my neck, shifting slightly as she leaned back to look down between us. I wrapped a hand around my cock, fisting it tightly before pumping it. Her eyes seemed transfixed on it and as her eyelids became hooded and her lips parted, I knew she was hungry for it in any way I wished to give it to her.

"Do you want it, Bellezza?" I asked quietly, and she nodded absently, hypnotized by the way my hand moved over my thick, throbbing flesh. My chest rumbled with a groan as her wet tongue flicked out and ran over her bottom lip, and I smoothed my thumb over the engorged head of my cock, collecting the leaking pre-cum before letting my hand descend to the base.

"How do you want it?" I whispered, and her eyes darted up to mine, searching them for a moment before she lifted herself up and wrapped her hand around mine, guiding my cock toward her pussy.

We stared into each other's eyes for a long moment before I asked. "Condom?"

She shook her head. "No need, I'm covered."

When she saw my hesitation she lowered her lips to my ear. "Don't you trust me?" she asked in a whisper, and I nodded, because I did. I knew she was clean and I was clean, so there was really no reason for my hesitance.

With that she wrapped her lips around my earlobe, sucking it into her mouth and nibbling on it gently as she lowered herself down on me. I groaned at the immense heat that surrounded me. It felt like every inch of me was wrapped in a fire of pleasure. Her mouth hunted down my neck, licking, sucking and biting my neck before diverting to my throat.

My head fell back and my right hand dug into the leather upholstery, my nails scraping away at the surface. My left hand sought out her tits, palming and cupping one as she continued to move over me.

Her hands searched out the skin under my shirt, running her hands over it. I hissed as I felt the bite of her nails as they sunk into my flesh and dragged down through the fine hairs scattered along my chest, the sting of her touch lingering.

Her hands loosened my tie and undid a few buttons as her mouth finished licking my Adam's apple and pursued down to my chest.

"Oh, Papi," she moaned, her wet lips forming the words against my skin. I tweaked and twisted her nipple, before rolling the hard, swollen tip between my fingers as my right hand slid up from her knee until it disappeared under her skirt.

The car jerked as it hit a pothole, forcing her down harder and deeper than before.

She cried out as I moaned; my grip on her thigh was tight enough to bruise. I continued to move my hand up, past her pussy, until it clamped around her hip. My hips drove upward, bucking as hard as they could into her as I used the hand on her hip as leverage to bring her down just how I needed it.

My eyes darted to the side and if it were even possible, more blood pulsed through my cock, hardening it further. Through the dark, tinted windows, I could see people driving past, talking and laughing with their passengers, completely unaware of the debauchery going on mere feet from them. Some glanced toward the car - as ostentatious as it was, it was impossible not to garner at least a little attention and curiosity - but it wasn't possible for them to see who was inside.

"Little one, look out the window," I urged, my voice low and gravelly. She turned her head to the side, her thighs tightening and quivering as she sucked in a breath.

"You like that, don't you?" I growled quietly. "You like fucking Papi with people so completely oblivious around us, wondering just who is in here. What would they think if they knew Papi's little girl was riding him, her tits bouncing and her bare pussy soaking his balls? I'll tell you what I think they'd think. They'd think that you're a dirty little slut.

"But they'd be wrong because you're not just any dirty little slut, you're my dirty little slut and I wouldn't have you any other way."

She moaned breathily and dove back into my chest, her hands scrambling to tear open buttons as her mouth attacked me. She was like a starved animal, eager and hungry for another taste of my flesh.

I know that I am not alone in saying that having someone beg for your cock, to lust and hunger after it, is the greatest aphrodisiac in the world. Some men might disagree, saying that submission isn't needed to have a successful sexual relationship, and they would be right. But to have your wife, your girlfriend, even your one night stand, get on her knees and literally plead for the appendage throbbing between your legs makes you feel invincible. It's like – even if its for just a few hours - that you own just a little piece of this earth.

Some men don't need the submission, but others, like me, feed off of it. Women - or men, depending on your preference - don't realize how much control they hold in their submission. Without it, men like me would have nothing. We would just be chauvinistic, demanding assholes with unfulfilled lives.

With no submission, there would be no dominance.

I have fantasized daily about a woman who would submit to me, who would give me every little piece of herself, and become my wife while also being my little girl. I was a man, and while I had been indulging in my more baser side, there was still a side of me that longed for the constant companionship a wife would bring me. The home cooked meals and the lingering kisses before I left for work. But I also longed for someone who would share my fetish, welcome it even, and not hesitate to make it our new reality.

I knew that as these urges and fantasies grew stronger, they would need to be kept hidden from the public. One whiff of my secret and the paparazzi would be clamoring at my door for an exclusive story on it. It was something private that I didn't want broadcasted for the world to see. I was, by no means, embarrassed by my fetish. Maybe at first I had been skeptical and hesitant, but I had soon grown out of my bashfulness. While I refused to wear it openly as a badge of honor, I knew I was not the only one like me. No matter what people would say, I was not an anomaly, some sick bastard with evil thoughts and intents.

Yes, I enjoyed spanking my little girl, tying her up and using her for my pleasure, but it wasn't to hurt or harm her in any way. Everything we did was purely for pleasure and completely consensual. I would never over-step that boundary, unless she specifically asked me to.

I also knew that having a call girl was merely a temporary solution to something much bigger.

I was biding my time until my term as Senator was over, giving me the freedom I needed to search out a wife without worrying how it might look. Maybe I would visit my grandparents in Italy; I knew there were many beautiful, feisty, accepting women in Tuscany.

I was pulled out of my thoughts - how I managed to fall into them was a mystery in the first place - by a flush of heat that spread through my stomach as my balls tightened. I groaned, knowing that I was on the cusp of falling off the edge and tugged her head up so that I could fuse our mouths together. She sighed into my mouth, her little tongue confidently making its way into my mouth.

My hands cupped the ample, ripe flesh of her ass, squeezing and kneading it. I ripped my mouth away from her, panting and breathless.

"I'm going to cum," I warned her and she responded by intentionally tightening her muscles around me, crushing my cock in her intense heat.

I growled low in my throat and fisted her hair, yanking her mouth back to mine, wanting to claim and dominate it.

Teeth nipped and tongues battled, thrusting into each other's mouths. Hands scrambled to hold onto wanting flesh. My body was maze of sensations, stretching from my feet to my head. My heart was pounding loudly in my ears, and suddenly it was just all too much for me. I couldn't hold it any longer.

Shudder after shudder rolled through my body as my cock pulsed and exploded, shooting steady streams of cum deep into her pussy.

My eyes fell closed, but my lips kept moving, unwilling - even in the midst of my orgasm - to allow my claim to diminish. The kiss turned sloppy as my body sunk back into the seat, but even in my blissed out state, I realized that she hadn't cum.

Now, I know according to statistics, women don't always orgasm during sex, especially without extra stimulation, but as an overachiever, that kind of failure didn't really sit well with me.

I pulled my lips away from hers and let my head rest back against the seat, my eyes still closed. I snaked a hand down to her pussy and I circled her clit, refusing to admit defeat. She started moving again and I was thankful that I was still hard inside of her. My eyes cracked open slightly and I watched her with her disheveled, just fucked hair, flushed skin and pouting, parted lips.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded and she tilted her head back, letting her hair spill down her back, revealing the pale arch of her neck. My jaw clenched and I raised my free hand to trace along her collarbone and down to her tits. I fondled her lazily, too languid and sated to put any real effort into it, but I could feel by the spasms and the way her pussy reflexively gripped my cock, that she was close.

I twisted and tweaked her clit as if it were her nipple, knowing without a doubt that with one well placed flick, she would shatter. My thumb moved over it easily, and in an almost practiced move, I delivered the winning blow. The result was as I expected and I wrapped an arm around her as she shook, tremors running through her body and she came, clenching down around my softening cock.

She rested against me after I had pulled out and we sat in comfortable silence, trying to regulate our breathing.

I wasn't sure for how long we just sat there, the car thick with the scent of sex, reveling in what we had done, before we were interrupted by something beeping. I looked to my side to see that the intercom between the driver and the back was flashing. I pressed down on the button and cleared my throat.

"Yes?" I queried gruffly.

"Sir, we have arrived at our destination," the driver said evenly, no trace of any embarrassment, only a hint of hesitancy from fear of interrupting what I was sure he had clearly heard. The partition was good at blocking sight, not sound.

I peered out of the window, surprised to see that we had arrived at my house just outside the city. I must have been really distracted to not notice getting here. This was a gated property and it was impossible to enter without verification and noise usually roused me from my deepest of sleeps. It was a sign that I was finally home and the anticipation that usually filled me as the car drove up the drive came with a sense of temporary respite from my everyday life. Tanya really must have known what she was talking about when she told me about all my tension. The release had left my mind tangled and fuzzy, yet feeling so peaceful.

"Thank you, please give us five minutes," I said smoothly, nudging Bellezza up so that we could start fixing our appearances.

"Certainly, sir. Would you like me to unload while I wait?"

"That would be lovely. Thank you."

I released the intercom and lifted my hips up so that I could pull my slacks up. Bellezza had woken from her stupor by this point and was in the midst of trying to calm her wild hair.

Once I was tucked, zipped and buckled up, I went about fixing my shirt and tie. Bellezza slid off my lap and tried - rather unsuccessfully - to pull her skirt down further over her hips. In the end, she simply gave up and slipped on a black trench coat.

She sat across from me, placing her feet on either side of my hips, revealing her pussy and thighs which were glistening with my cum and her juices. She winked at me and slid her socks higher up her legs and over her knees. I tightened my tie and smoothed my hair down, arching an eyebrow in response, but otherwise looked cool and calm. Inside was a whole other matter, and I felt something primal emerge at the sight. It had been too long since I had marked a woman like that and I couldn't deny the feelings that it stirred in me.

I could feel a low burn settling in my stomach, asking me to give my cock a few more minutes to recover before it could be up and harder than a steel pole.

I reached into my breast pocket, sliding out my Ray-Bans. I slipped them on and straightened out my suit, trying to look less 'just fucked' than I did. I glanced back over at her to see that her trench coat was firmly closed and her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail.

I heard the driver's door reclose, signaling that he had stepped back into the vehicle.

"You ready?" I asked and she shrugged.

"I don't know, but I doubt I'm going to look any better than this."

"You look fine," I placated her as I reached for the door handle and opened the door.

I stepped out, taking in my spacious, two story house, complete with white shutters and elegant vines hanging down the sides.

My house was a direct reflection of my tastes, a sleek Italian blend of dark woods and open spaces. Balconies and floor to ceiling windows looked over my back yard that was a few acres long, and had a small guest house and mosaic tiled pool.

There was also a small orchard, filled with apple and orange trees, with a gazebo placed right in the center of it.

It was private, peaceful, and the perfect place to just get away for the weekend.

I ushered Bellezza inside, giving her the grand tour of my house. From the kitchen, which held every appliance imaginable - cooking was one of my favorite pastimes - to the patio hidden on the roof.

Some would say that I had too many rooms for just one person, and while I might concede that to a point, every man needed his space, his own little castle, and this was mine.

Decorated by one the most renowned interior designers and also a dear friend of mine, Esme Platt, it was a place I could readily call home.

After I had fucked my Bellezza over every flat - and not so flat - surface in it, well, let's just say that by Monday, I doubted I would be ready to go back to the real world.