Amelia's Awakening: Expect the Unexpected (Erotic Novella Series: Ultimate Control Book 2)

by Maggie Carpenter

  “This will be a tad harder.”

  “The first one stings. It stings a lot, Sir.”

  “Remember that old saying, Amelia? Be careful what you wish for?”

  “Especially with you.”

  Her comment made me laugh. Amelia was a kick.

  “Are you ready for the next?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Take a breath and hold it.”

  I heard her suck in the air, then delivered the second.

  “OWWW. Ooh, Sir.”

  “Indeed. Take as much time as you like and let me know when you’re ready for the third.”

  “How about one day next week, Sir?”

  I laughed again.

  “You’re being awfully cheeky for a girl with two red stripes on her bottom.”

  “I’m ready, Sir.”

  “Hold your breath!”

  Swishing down the thin crop I gave it just a tiny bit more bite, but it was enough for her to bury her face in her pillow as she yowled. I had held back with each lick, but her reaction confirmed the nasty pain the whip carried. The three stripes were plenty to deliver a very strong message, and I probably wouldn’t have used it at all had she not wanted me to.

  “Gosh, wow,” she exclaimed, lifting her head. “Please, Sir, will you rub it?”

  “I’ll be happy to, but first I’m going to remove your blindfold. You can enjoy the sting for a minute.”

  “I’m not sure I’d say it’s enjoyable,” she muttered as the blindfold came off.

  “You’re being punished,” I said firmly, placing it on the nightstand and moving back to her to rub her scorched skin, “and you know you deserve each of these stripes.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You must have really wanted to feel that whip.”

  “I did,” she groaned. “What’s wrong with me, James?”

  “That’s a question every dominant and every submissive asks themselves at some point, and usually more than once. I’ve come to the conclusion there’s nothing wrong with me, and it’s those in the vanilla world who have the problem.”

  “Ooh, that feels good,” she moaned as I added some pressure to my massage. “I like what you just said. That’s what I’m going to think from now on. Regular sex, ugh, talk about boring. When I’m having regular sex I think about contracts. It’s the only way I can get through it.”

  I had to laugh again.

  “You can be very entertaining sometimes.”

  “Does that mean you’ll let me off the other punishment?”

  “What? Good heavens, no!”

  “But I’ve been punished enough.”

  “I’ll be the judge of that, young lady, as well you know.”

  “Please will you fuck me now?”

  “You are truly unbelievable! You, Amelia Campbell, have just won the grand prize.”

  “What do you mean, the grand prize?”

  “You get to decide on the fourth punishment, and that is because you’re such a…”

  “A what?”

  “I don’t know what to call you. Rapscallion perhaps? A brat wrapped up in a miscreant?”

  “I’m not that bad.”

  “Yes, you are, but I wouldn’t change it, not for a minute.”

  “What do you mean I get to decide?”

  “Just what I said. Here are your choices; you can write out one hundred times, I will not try to manipulate James; another but harder cut with the whip; a long drawn out dinner at a nice restaurant—“

  “Yes, that one,” she said hastily, cutting me off.

  “I haven’t finished describing the dinner.”

  “What’s the last option?”

  “You don’t want me to describe the dinner?”

  “No, Sir, what’s the last option?”

  “The last option is great sex, but you won’t be allowed to come.”

  “Aargh, no, that’s horrible. I’ll take the dinner.”

  “Amelia, you haven’t heard the details. That wouldn’t be fair to you.”

  “I’ll take the dinner, please, Sir, I’ll take the dinner.”

  “You’re sure.”

  “I’m sure, yes, I’m sure.”

  “And you don’t want to know why that dinner will be a punishment?”

  “No, I, uh, well, now I’m not sure.”

  “You’re digging your own grave,” I sighed. “You’ve got five-seconds to decide which punishment you want, but because you’re once again pushing the envelope, the details about the dinner will remain a secret. If I reach five and you haven’t made up your mind I’ll make the choice for you.”

  “Do you mean I can tell you after five, or must I tell you at four?”

  “Good grief! Before I say five! One-two-three-four-“

  “THE DINNER!”

  Her outburst didn’t surprise me, neither did her decision. In her heart she was a risk-taker. It was her nature. She wanted the thrill of not knowing.

  “Right, that’s settled. It’s time to fuck you senseless.”

  “Oh, thank God,” she groaned. “I need it so badly.”

  She wasn’t the only one. My cock was positively bursting.

  I removed the spreader bar, and quickly stripping off my sweat suit I donned a condom and climbed on the bed behind her. As her glorious backside with its glowing red stripes stared up at me, a surge of energy pulsed through my loins, and clutching her hips I thrust into her soaked channel, delighting in her cries of gratitude.

  Stroking with abandon I knew there would be no edging, just a vigorous ride to our mutual orgasms. It’s rare that I don’t back off at least a couple of times, but she was positively panting with heat and I wasn’t far behind. When she signaled she’d reached her moment by arching her back and hissing in the air, I felt my climax looming. Seconds later our mutual cries filled the room, and when we collapsed, splaying out as we tried to catch our breath, I realized Amelia was becoming very special to me. Moments later she curled against me, and pulling her into my arms I let out a very contented sigh.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Though she’d tried throughout the remainder of the afternoon, Amelia could not persuade me to tell her the details of her punishment over dinner. She had picked her poison and she had to swallow it. Because she had no change of clothes she had to go back to the hotel, but I told her she’d have to return my place and we’d leave from there. As I kissed her goodbye it was clear she was nervous; not apprehensive, nervous. I’d made it clear that attempting to manipulate me was no small matter. She knew whatever her punishment that night, it would be more than a slap on the wrist.

  As the buzzer sounded announcing her return, a wicked smile curled the ends of my lips. Amelia would not be prepared for what she was about to endure, and though she couldn’t have known what I had in store for her, when I answered the door I could see the worry painted over her face.

  “You look lovely,” I said, my evil grin transforming into a warm smile as I helped her remove her coat, “and I’m pleased you remembered to wear a dress. Put down your bag and come into the bedroom.”

  “I don’t think I’m going to like this.”

  “I hope not.”

  “What? Why would you say that?”

  “It’s punishment, remember?”

  “Fuck.”

  She’d cursed under her breath; I had to laugh. My unpredictable Princess was having second thoughts about stepping into the unknown.

  “This was your choice,” I reminded her. “You wanted to roll the dice.”

  “The other three things you suggested didn’t appeal to me at all, but now I’m wishing I hadn’t been so stupid.”

  “Stupid?” I repeated as we walked into the bedroom. “You weren’t being stupid, you were being Amelia.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Taking a risk, enjoying the thrill of the suspense. Come on, admit it, you know I’m right.”

  “I suppose it does sort of ring true,” she agreed reluctantly, “but that doesn�
�t mean I’m enjoying it now.”

  “Oh, stop,” I scolded, “you have another choice to make.”

  “Noooo! I don’t want any more choices.”

  “I realize that, and that’s precisely why you have to do it.”

  “But, James,” she softly whimpered, “I like it better when you’re in control.”

  “Amelia,” I said patiently, moving my lips to her neck, kissing her softly, then carrying them to whisper in her ear, “I am in control. I’m completely in control. I have ultimate control. Can’t you feel it?”

  “Ooh, yes I can, and it’s such a turn-on. I’m going all weak.”

  “Take a look on the bed,” I ordered, gripping her upper arms as I straightened up. “See the towel?”

  “Yes.”

  “Lift if off.”

  Hesitantly she pulled it back, then gasped as she saw the display of butt plugs, dildos, and cotton rope.

  “What’s this?”

  “Select the one you want to wear for the evening.”

  “Excuse me?” she squeaked, turning around and staring at me in disbelief.

  “One of those will be up your backside, and a rope harness will be taking the place of your knickers.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “What do you think?”

  “I’ve never, uh…”

  “I’d guessed as much, so I made sure your choices were appropriately sized.”

  “Fuck!”

  “I’m not sure cursing is going to help your cause,” I warned. “I could always add a quick sharp spanking into the mix.”

  “No, no,” she said hastily. “Please, James.”

  “Then hurry up and take your pick. We have to go.”

  “If I must do this, will you tell me which would be the best?”

  “By the best I assume you mean the most comfortable?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “None of them will be comfortable. That’s the whole point.”

  “Good grief. Then, uh, that one I suppose.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “No, I’m not sure! How the bloody hell can I be sure?” she bleated, shifting her gaze to stare up at me.

  Her eyes were sparkling, and placing my arm around her, I held her firmly and slipped my hand under her skirt.

  “I think it’s time for a wetness check.”

  Her head fell against my shoulder, and as I moved my fingers under her dress and into the gusset of her knickers, I wasn’t surprised to find her completely soaked.

  “James, you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

  Her voice had been breathless, she was sinking against me, and I wanted to throw her on the bed and ravage her; it wasn’t easy ignoring the hot desire suddenly coursing through my veins.

  “You’ve been waiting a long time to experience all this,” I said softly. “I’m glad I’m the one lucky enough to share with you.”

  “Me too,” she sighed, “but do I have to, uh, really wear one of those things?”

  “You know the answer to that,” I replied withdrawing my hand. “Pick one so I can harness you and we can leave.”

  “Oh, my gosh, harness me?”

  “Amelia, look at them carefully, and pick one you’re sure about!”

  Turning her head back to the display, she studied the selection for a moment, then chose a longer but more slender plug.

  “Good, now bend over the bed.”

  She stared at me again, silently begging me to change my mind as her face flamed a fiery red, but I wordlessly pointed to the bed. Letting a sigh she bent over the mattress, and a moment later her knickers were off and I was applying the lube.

  “You have to relax,” I said firmly as I began to press the dildo against her oily rosebud. “Take a breath.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Amelia!”

  “Okay, okay.”

  As the unwanted intruder slid into place I heard a low moan, but the deed had been done, and helping her to feet I made her hold up her dress as I began lacing the soft cotton cord around her waist.

  “This is so weird,” she mumbled. “How am I supposed to get through this dinner?”

  “That’s something you’re going to find out, isn’t it?” I replied, knotting the cord at her waist and drawing it down between her butt cheeks, enjoying the sight of the red stripes still wonderfully prominent.

  “Oh, my gosh!”

  “Hush, I’m almost done.”

  Nestling the rope between her pussy lips, I pulled it up and tied it off at the cord around her waist.

  “This is unbelievable,” she muttered, “totally unbelievable.”

  “I could have woven this rope around your whole body,” I remarked, “but I don’t think you’re quite ready for that.”

  “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m even not ready for this.”

  “Of course you are, and remember, it’s not supposed to feel good. You’re being punished. Are you ready to leave?”

  “You’ve got to be kidding!”

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” I smiled, then kissing her lightly I took her hand and led her down the hall.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Dinner was remarkable. Amelia was oozing a smoldering sensuality. Her voice was smokey, her lust obvious, and she was radiating joy. A spectator would see a beautiful woman with a slightly flushed face and sparkling eyes, but I could feel her energy, and I could see in her gaze a lifetime of unfulfilled needs finally being met. She had a man in her life helping her realize fantasies she’d longed for but feared. I was immensely proud of her, and not because she was coping with the lewd and unexpected event, but because she was embracing it. We’d been served our main course when she laid down her silverware, placed her elbows on the table, locked her fingers together, and rested her chin on them.

  “Such a breach of perfect English manners,” I scolded with a grin. “We shall have to discuss that when we get home.”

  She laughed, a happy, bright laugh that was immediately contagious and made me chuckle.

  “You’re right of course. Nanny would have made me stand in the corner if I’d done this as a little girl.”

  “Standing in the corner can certainly be arranged.”

  I sensed she wanted to say something, something important, but needed a push.

  “What’s running around in that brilliant head of yours? What is it you want to tell me?”

  Fixing me with those amazing blue eyes of hers, she said my name very softly, then paused.

  “Be brave,” I said leaning across the table and lowering my voice. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

  “I’m not sure. Perhaps that’s why I’m so anxious. My father always said, never ask a question the answer to which you may not wish to hear, or, the answer to which you don’t already know.”

  “Sage advice, especially in our business.”

  “The thing is, I’m not going to ask you anything so it’s not entirely appropriate, but there is something I want to say to you.”

  “Amelia, you showed up at my door at two-thirty in the morning and demanded, in a very sweet way of course, that I spank you,” I whispered. “It takes a lot to shock me, you must know that by now. Is this a fantasy you want to tell me about?”

  “No, no, nothing like that, it’s…”

  I waited. There’s only so much pushing I was prepared to do, she either wanted to tell me or she didn’t, but then she abruptly dropped her hands, sipped her wine, and took a breath.

  “Okay, here goes. James…”

  “Yes, Amelia?”

  “You’re like my handsome Prince. I don’t know how else to say it. You haven’t judged me, not once, you’ve been everything I’ve ever wanted, I mean, you are everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’ve been sitting here looking at you with this blasted thing inside me, and all I can think about is how amazing this all is. How can I ever thank you for putting up with me, especially in the beginning? I didn’t know how to be me. I gue
ss that’s what I’m saying, that you’re the first man who has let me be who I am. I mean, good grief, I’ve been wanting to be this way so badly, but I’ve been terrified of opening myself up to it. Maybe that’s why I was wandering around in my sleep, just so I could have it. Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble on.”

  “Don’t do that,” I said softly, reaching across the table and taking her hand, “don’t ever apologize for telling me how you feel, that’s against the rules, and I can understand why you were worried. You just made yourself totally vulnerable, and being vulnerable isn’t something you do.”

  “I, uh, I guess I don’t,” she murmured, “but I mean it, James. I care about you…a lot. You’ve made me so happy.”

  She was telling me she’d fallen in love with me, and I felt a strange thing in my stomach. I was feeling a great deal for her as well, and suddenly I felt like a coward. She’d been brave enough to spill her guts out, and I was sitting there wanting to tell her I felt the same, but having a helluva time finding the words.

  “You’re being awfully quiet.”

  I could hear the fear in her voice, and kicking myself for not having spoken up immediately I squeezed her hand and locked her eyes.

  “I feel exactly the same. You’ve become very special to me as well, and you’ve made me smile more in the last few weeks than I have in a very long time.”

  It was a special moment, and I felt this overwhelming need to hold her, then something in me said, bugger it, so I did. I pushed my chair from the table, stood up, stepped stridently around it, and like some gallant hero in a romantic movie I grabbed her elbow, pulled her to her feet and took her in my arms. Did I kiss her? Hell, yes, I kissed her, then I moved my lips to her ear.

  “You can go to the powder room and take that blasted thing out now, and take off the rope as well.”

  I released her, but to my surprise she didn’t head off to the ladies room, she sat back down.

  “My knees are a bit weak,” she said with a wink. “Besides, I don’t want my dinner to get cold and I’m not sure how long it will take me to undo all those knots.”

  As I settled back into my chair, I realized if she’d left it would have broken the spell of that very special moment. She’d known it, and she had just saved it for us both.