Twisted Boss (Dark Romance Series) (5 page)

Amanda

            James stalked me the whole time that the movers were there. He would watch me as if he was waiting to see if I was flirting or talking to any of them. James was absolutely obsessed with me. I never knew what to expect from him. He was the most intense man that I had ever met and all of his sexual intensity was directed towards me. It was like there was cauldron that seethed beneath his surface and I never knew when it would boil over. I would look up and he would be leaned in a doorway seething in my direction. He would pull me around corners and pin me into walls only to begin threatening me with sexual violence and it always had the same effect on me; a fire in my loins.

When I looked at James I couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t play the field. He was quite the ladies man. He stood at well over six foot tall and he oozed sex appeal. His presence screamed tall, dark, and dangerous. His features were stoic and chiseled, causing him to have a ‘no nonsense’ look about him.

At times he would squint his eyes when speaking to people; as if he were sizing them up. He had a way of making you feel nervous, like he knew something about you; that you didn’t want him to know.

He worked out, so he was lean and sculpted, after-all a man had to be in shape to hogtie a girl and throw her in the trunk of his car.

Though his features and his energy were dark, his skin was not, it was his eyes; black, intense, piercing, cut through you eyes, that demanded the truth and promised punishment if it was not given. To put it simply James had a way of making me feel as if I had done something wrong and he would interrogate it out of me. He scared the shit out me and it turned me on.

James

            James stretched his long legs out crossing them at the ankles as he watched Amanda at the copy machine through the large plate glass window in his office. She was so beautiful. He had always had a weakness for blondes, but the suits, not the trashy ones. She oozed sapiosexual. Every day she was dressed to the nines; business clothing, lingerie, thigh highs, heels, meticulous make-up and perfect hair. She was independent, self sufficient. She could run circles around most men in business.

At six feet tall Amanda looked more like a model than anything else. Her blonde hair was cut in a long layered bob that had a wild look to it; a come and jerk me by the hair of my head and fuck me senseless look. All of James colleagues never failed to ask about her and James’s answer was always the same: “Stay the fuck away from her!”

He made no excuses for his Alpha behavior and anyone who knew him knew that about him. He had made a lot of people, a lot of money, and his colleagues knew that they would be losing out if they went against his orders. No woman was worth losing that kind of money; so of course they adhered to his advice.

There was only one man who was willing to not play by James’s rules and that was his lifelong nemesis John. They went back so far that they had attended high school together and they hated each other then, and they hated other now.

John

         “Well, well, well, I just had to come down here and see what all of the gossip was about. You are a site for sore eyes, Ma’am.”

I looked up to view a man who looked more like a Malibu cut out, than a human. He came complete with the tan and the blue eyes; I should have known that he worked in the media when I saw him. He was getting ready to give me the opportunity of a lifetime and I was getting ready to be tempted to take it.

“I’ve done my homework on you Amanda and when you’re ready to take Images to the next level, let me know. I want to put you on TV young lady.”

“Well Mr. TV land man, I’m flattered but I don’t have TV land money.”

“I pointed towards the plate glass window that James was now standing at and stated, “You probably need to ask Mr. Money bags over there.”

“I couldn’t care less about James, I want you; behind my camera.”

“So you know my Boss; that is evident.”

“Your boss and I go way back and we hate each other.”

“Well I will be certain to stay out of the line of fire, thanks for the ‘heads up.’”

I turned making my way back to the office with Malibu man on my heels.

James stepped over blocking his way in after I stepped through the door.

His voice was low, more of a feral growl as he spoke, “Stay the fuck away from her; she is my property.”

John chuckled, “Your property? You are such a Neanderthal. I have every intention of making her a star. I’m putting her on TV James and now knowing that you don’t want me to, just makes it that much more delicious.”

With that he turned and left, leaving me to deal with the fallout that was James.

Amanda

           I hung from a chain in James’s basement with tears streaming down my face. My arms ached from being held over my nude body. My captor had subdued me hanging me from a rafter that held two thick crude chains with wide steel cuffs attached. He had raised me up so far that I was almost standing on my toes. Fatigue; did not even begin to describe what my body was experiencing.

He viciously grabbed my chin squeezing so hard that I was sure that I would be bruised the next day.

“I’m sorry,” I wailed. “I told him to ask you James, he is only trying to use me to piss you off. Please don’t take it out on me.”

“I’ll tell you a little secret, I have a tad bit of a sadistic streak; and you have tapped into it young lady. Would you like to sleep down here in that cage over there?”

“Oh God James, please no, I will be good I’ll do anything that you want.”

His grip on my chin tightened and my tears had now turned to sobs.

“What I want………..Is for my property to obey me………..”

“I’m nobody’s property, James.”

“Oh I beg to differ with you on that young lady, I own your ass. You do not steal from me and walk away from it as if nothing happened.”

“Please, I will do anything, anything James.”

“Your cunt is so wet Amanda. You like the things that I do to you. You are just as twisted as I am.”

He slipped out of the drawstring pants that he wore, picking me up with ease.

I wrapped my legs around him, grateful for the reprieve of standing on my toes.

“Can I fuck you
, Amanda?”

He moved causing my back to be pinned against the cold concrete wall as he continued holding me and threatening me.

“Can I fuck you until your back is scraped up from me taking you? I can do anything that I want to you; I can do anything that I want to you Amanda because I own you. I could ruin you with just one phone call. I don’t want to do that Amanda, but I will stop at nothing to keep you.”

He pushed up and into me causing me to cry out.

“Open your eyes! Oh, that is a good girl. Stay away from him Amanda, I will cage you like a wild animal. You have no idea how dangerous that I am.”

“Please you’re going to make me cum, let me cum.”

He ground in circles continuing to threaten me, dominate me, and tell me that I was his property, that I belonged to him. He was telling me all of the vile things that he would do to me and it was turning me on.

“Cum for me, you little thief. You bitch! Every day you steal more of me. You are making me crazy Amanda.”

I don’t even remember him loosing me.

I vaguely remember him placing me in his garden tub between his legs and washing my hair, bathing me with great care and checking over my body to insure that I wasn’t hurt, when he removed me from the tub he applied lotion all over me.

He positioned his head between my legs and licked gently in my folds pulling two more orgasms from my body. He gently mounted me and for the first time; he made love to me, as his whispers in my ear revealed a vulnerable truth to me. “I love you Amanda, please don’t make me live without you. I know that I’m fucked up, but you get me. I can’t function without you girl…….I love you……….”

James

      I sat in the chair watching her as she slept. I loved her so much that it physically hurt. It was a dark foreboding, an aching gut wrenching feeling, it was love.

I knew that I was fucked up. I can’t even tell you how I got that way. It isn’t like I had some God awful childhood or trauma, it is just who I was. I had a dark, deviant, sexual bent, and it took a certain kind of woman to satisfy me. Amanda got it, she not only got it; she fed off of it. She pulled it from me and she enjoyed everything that I dished out. I knew that she would never be the same after me; but neither would I.

Amanda

             I woke up the next day to a kinder, gentler James. Our day was spent at home together making love, cooking meals, watching movies and swimming at dusk in a heated pool. I ran into the condo giggling as he chased me after I had pushed him in the pool.

He pulled me to him kissing me with so much passion. I knew that I had fallen in love with a man who was blackmailing me, I knew that this would be considered crazy by someone on the outside, but like it or not, the heart wants what the heart wants. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought, there was only James and I and neither one of us could deal with the thought of being without the other.

Suddenly his expression became very sinister, “Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness Amanda; it would not be in your best interest.”

Something about the look on his face insured me, that regardless of how much we ‘bonded,’ James was not a man to be taken lightly.

James and Amanda

         “I really don’t care what you think James; I have to meet my Dad for lunch.”

“I want to go, Amanda.”

I noted that it sounded more like a whine than a request and I couldn’t help but wonder how one man could be such a contradiction in terms.

“James, if he ever caught wind of what you were doing to his little girl; he would shoot your ass. I’m sure that blackmail and abduction was not the future that he envisioned for his sweet little daughter. Whether you believe it or not, I was innocent before you.”

“How intriguing Amanda, an innocent thief.”

‘Ok then, I’ll re-word it, I was sexually untainted.”

“Yeah little girl, well, you are soiled now and you will never be able to wash my stench from your hot little body. I am just getting started. I have all kinds of defilement planned for you.”

“I’m sure that you do.”

I watched as his stature unfolded into a standing position.

Here we go…

“James, don’t even start.”

He stood behind my chair and encircled my throat with his large manicured hand.

“I…..Am……..Going….With……You….” He drew his words out as if threatening me. Hell, he was threatening me.

“If I get to lunch and find out that it isn’t Daddy dearest that you are dining with; I have a cane with your name on it when we get home.”

“Oh great James, now your threatening me with a senior citizen’s cane? You are warped.”

“It isn’t that kind of cane Amanda, it’s a switch and I am not warped; I’m twisted. Get it straight girl. Your cunt sloshes for my depravity and you know it. Come here and let suck that lipstick off of your face.”

Before I could stop him his tongue was in my mouth and I was responding. I looked up to see the secretaries watching. James smugly eyed me and I instantly knew that he was staking his claim.

“Fine, go with me!”

“Good girl,” he cooed as he ran the pad of his thumb over me lip.

“Don’t get too happy James; you’re going as my boss.”

He just cut his eyes at me and walked away.

I reached into my desk drawer and removed a mirror to freshen up. I didn’t want to do the proverbial ‘walk of shame’ after being seen by the other women in the office. He knew I hated it when he did shit like that, but that is exactly why he did it.

James and Amanda