Twisted Boss (Dark Romance Series) (15 page)

“Outside of she and her husband’s accounts?” James asked.

“Yep, I hate to say it James, but I think that little lady may be thinking about cutting out on the two of you.”

James slowly and deliberately ran his thumb over the remote, cutting his eyes at the TV. “Well, we will see about that Mike. I want her watched at all times. And Mike, if you have any other accounts, I suggest that you let one of those boys of yours help you out; Amanda’s a full time job.”

Mike chuckled, “Yes Sir, I had figured
that one out on my own.”

What James didn’t know
, was that the first day that James had called him; he had contracted out any other jobs to his workers and given James his full attention. James was the best paying client that he had and he had no intentions of losing him to his competition.

      
James eyed the TV as if Amanda was in the room, “Sneaky bitch, you’re always up to something, but this time little girl you are way out of your league. Yeah, you are real good at hiding your emotions in a crowd. It’s almost as if life is a stage for you Amanda and whatever role needs to be played, Amanda can play it. I know you girl and one on one I can get in your head, I’m already there little girl; I’m already there.”

Amanda

      
John reached across the table and stroked his thumb over the top of my hand as he spoke, “I miss you Amanda.”

“I miss you too, John.”

“Then come home, please Amanda. You know that living with your boyfriend is not right; just come home.”

I moved my h
and and eyed John with an air of seriousness. “John, I don’t think that you understand just how dangerous that this guy can be.”

“Amanda, he has you buffaloed, he is not all powerful.”

I shook my head almost in sympathy for John, “You are so naïve; you have no idea who and what you are dealing with. This guy takes dangerous to a whole new level.”

“Amanda, I believe that some of this disconnecting that you do is due to your troubled childhood. You lived upstairs when you were home. You are the
only married woman that I know who disconnects from any relationship. You know Amanda you have abandonment issues. It is very troubling for a child to be left by their Mother.”

“You leave my fucking Mother out of this John!”

“Don’t leave Amanda, stay and finish lunch. I’ll be quiet.”

The remainder of lunch was spent in small talk. John just wanted to spend time with her and if it meant doing it on her terms
, then so be it.

Cindy

          Cindy made her way out of the grocery store. She was already running late and this van that would need Vaseline to park any closer to her SUV was beyond irritating.

She turned to address the issue when she heard the side door open, the last thing that she remembered was a prick in her arm.

Roderick

         Rod circled the chair that the
blindfolded, bound, and gagged woman sat in. Her terrified screams from behind the gag were making his cock hard. Though she wasn’t much to look at; the control that he was exercising over her was exciting him. He slowly took the point of the knife and popped through the buttons on her shirt. He worked his way to her bra and sliced through it with the sharp instrument as if it were nothing more than butter.

The terrified woman cringed when she heard the whisper in her ear, “I should make you suck my cock.”

“Damn it,” he growled looking down at his phone to see a call from his boss.

“Yeah Mike, I’m kind of busy right now.”

“Don’t you dare sexually assault that girl; I said to scare the shit out of her, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Sure boss, I gotcha.” He hung up cussing inwardly. Just seeing
her like this was an aphrodisiac. Suddenly an idea hit him.

He pulled his cock out and placed a rubber on. He viciously grabbed her by the hair of the head and spoke as he stroked up and down his member with the other hand.

“Stay away from Amanda bitch or I’ll kill you the next time that we meet.” He continued tightening his fist in her hair as he humiliated her with derogatory names until his seed spilled into the condom which covered his DNA. He carefully placed the evidence in a baggie to dispose of elsewhere.

“I would love nothing more than to watch the life light leave your eyes and feel your warm blood course through my fingers after I cut your worthless throat.”

That wouldn’t be necessary, because Cindy had full intentions of avoiding Amanda or anything to do with her; from here on out.

James

        I stretched my long legs out and interlocked my fingers behind my head. I stared at Amanda studying her as I spoke.

“How did your little counseling session with hubby go, Amanda?”

“Shit here we go,” Amanda thought. “How in the hell did he know what John was up to?”

She continued working as if she hadn’t heard a word that James had spoken.

I smugly eyed her as I continued talking.

“You see Amanda; that is the difference between a man and a woman; when we do something we have an objective. There is a method to our madness if you will. We aren’t like women, all touchy, feely, and all over the place.”

Amanda snickered, “Yes James, your modern day way of thinking is refreshing to say the least.”

“Amanda,” I softly called her name.

“Yes James, what is it?”

“I’m going to fuck you like you are my toy tonight.”

James immediately noted the change in Amanda and he was just getting started.

“I’m going to fuck you upside down if I decide that I want to. I’m going to suck on those titties of yours until your nipples are so hard that they’ll cut glass, girl. I’m going to take my tongue and run it up and down that sweet little slit of yours until you
’re begging me to let you cum.”

“Damn it James!” Amanda threw her pen down making her way to their private restroom.

“Hey Amanda, be sure and use baby wipes to clean up that wet little twat of yours.”

Yes, just as I stated; when a man does something he has a purpose and a desired outcome. Now I’ll be on her mind for the rest of the day. Anticipation is a wonderful thing…

James and Amanda

    James circled the OB/Gyn table that he had Amanda strapped to. “I like this room, don’t you Amanda? I love seeing you all spread out like a smorgasbord for my enjoyment.”

“Sucking on those titties of yours and w
atching you moan and writhe, and knowing that there is no where that you can go; you’re at my mercy Amanda and the sooner that you realize that, the better off you’ll be. You’re such a little princess in front of the world but at night; when you’re with me and I summon that dark side of yours to the forefront, then you turn into my dirty girl.”

James leaned down and whispered in Amanda’s ear. “Do you remember what I told you that I was going to do to you Amanda? I always say what I mean and mean what I say
; but more importantly I always keep my word.”

James removed his suit carefully hanging
it over a throne type chair donned with wrist and ankle restraints.

Amanda moaned writhing and unable to go anywhere as James lodged between her legs
, running his hardening up and down her slit, but refusing to enter.

“Have you been thinking about my cock today Amanda?”

He pinned her legs back scooting her to the end of the table and leaving her arms restrained. He thrust all the way into her and pulled all the way back out.

Her moans though they were agonized
; were music to James’s ears. “Nobody can make you feel like this, Amanda.”

She looked so beautiful to him with her
head hung helplessly to the side, as she groaned from somewhere deep in the cavity of her chest.

“There it is, that’s it baby girl.”

He pulled out of her and made his way to the head of the table; running the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip as she eyed him adoringly.

“That’s a good baby girl
. Do you remember what Sir said that he was going to you?”

Amanda eyed the presence that loomed larger than life before her. Sir was his name.

She smiled at him as a comfort and peace engulfed her. He had come into her life from out of nowhere, one day he wasn’t and the next he was an all encompassing, all consuming power.

She allowed herself to give into the force that was
James; the force that was day by day gaining more of her being. At times like this it was easy to do the one thing that she had never been able to do; let go… and just be…

Amanda

       I sat at my breakfast nook drinking coffee and eyed the newspaper with disbelief.

Local woman abducted and brutalized for no apparent reason.

A local woman was abducted and taken to a warehouse where she was sexually molested and then released. Police are cautioning women in the local area to be accompanied by security when making their way to their cars after sundown. There are no suspects or persons of interest at this time.

I looked down to see a picture of Cindy huddled in a blanket with tears streaming down her face as she was taken to an awaiting ambulance. I knew, that I knew, that I knew
, that James had something to do with this.

I threw the paper down and made my way into James’s condo. I entered the bathroom where he was shaving and immediately started in on him
.

“You’re a real piece o
f work, James.”

James ran the straight razor that he used over his face with the precision of a professional.

“Well thank you dear, I do have to agree that I’m one of a kind.”

“Look at you; you could have any woman that you wanted, but no; you have to blackmail a married one. Tell me James; is it true that forbidden fruit tastes sweeter?

I mean really, are you that warped that you have to blackmail a woman for sex in order to get off. I mean seriously James, who does that? Who goes and finds a strait laced woman and blackmails her for sex; when what you really wanted was a kinky bitch. Oh, wait a minute I get it; you get off on the corrupting aspect. You are one fucked up individual!”

I turned to leave and before I knew it, I was pinned to the wall with a straight razor to my throat.

“Not so mouthy now
; are you?”

I looked up into the contorted face of the being that housed James’s body.

He growled from somewhere deep in his throat as if he were some feral creature coming in for a kill.

         
“You fucking cunt, I told you that I was twisted. I gave you full disclosure you lying, thieving little bitch. I own your ass and the only thing that you need to be concerned about is divorcing that joke of a man that you call your husband; before I have his throat cut and leave him dumped in a field for the crows to pluck his eyes out.”

He threw the straight razor into the sink so forcefully I was sure that it would break.

He viciously twisted me around forcing me onto all fours as he palmed my back forcing my face into the floor.