“You look like a vulture eyeing prey, James.”
“You’re in trouble.”
“What else is new?” I didn’t even bother to look at him; it was just James being James.
“You lost a confidential document.”
“The fuck I did, this is just another of your ploys to gain control, James.
I grabbed my purse and sweater to head to my new home, the hotel.
“Where the fuck do you think that you are going, Amanda?”
“I’m going home, James.”
“You don’t have a home,” James smirked.
“I’m going to the hotel, James.”
“Look James,” was all that I was able to get out of my mouth.
In two long strides he was standing next to me towering over my form.
“Sit!”
I remained seated, glaring up at him.
“Where are you going, Amanda?”
“I just told you where I was going, James.”
“That’s two,” James coldly stated.
“What do you want from me?” I hissed through gritted teeth.
“I want you to sit your ass in that chair until I inform you that it is time to go home, little girl.”
He bent down and spit hissed, “And I want you to call me, Sir!”
“Then can I go home?”
“You don’t have a home, but you will be sleeping at my condo tonight.”
As soon as I tried to speak, he gently placed his finger over my lips, and whispered, “Shh.”
James and Amanda
My body did a dance in the ropes that entwined my spread eagle body. He had left enough give in my capture for just that reason.
“I want to go,” I whined. “Why do you toy with me?”
He sat on the edge of the bed still fully dressed in the suit of the day which today was a charcoal grey; it accompanied a black button up dress shirt, complete with gold and onyx cufflinks and the signature Italian leather shoes that looked absolutely divine on his feet. The man looked like he had just walked off of the cover of a GQ men’s magazine.
I couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t play the field. Women literally tripped over their feet to get to the man.
The average woman couldn’t deal with James though, he was a bastard; a gorgeous addictive bastard, and Amanda gave as good as she got when it came to James. It was one of the things that intrigued him about her.
He reached down and twisted one of my tits and I groaned trying to move away from him.
“Why is your cunt wet if you are so dead set on going home?” Before I could answer he continued speaking.
“You don’t have a home and that is why I bought the a-joining penthouse. So I can keep an eye on your sneaky little ass. So you just tell that husband of yours that you will be moving out.”
“I’m not moving out of my house, James.”
He viciously grabbed my chin, “I can assure you that you will be moved out by this weekend, you know what Amanda, fuck it you don’t need to move, the place is already fully furnished. You aren’t going to be there anyway; it’s only for show. Amanda, I don’t know when you are going to get it, you stole from the wrong man when you stole from me.”
“This obsession that you have with me has nothing to do with that James.”
I watched as he undressed and then straddled me.
He bent down in my ear and whispered, “I told you that I was twisted and taking you from being the conniving, bratty little bitch that you are, to a wreathing, moaning, and begging slut, just does it for me every time. Now shut-up or I’m gagging your ass.”
I saw the mischievous gleam in his eye as he retrieved the already plugged in vibrator and pressed it into my clit.
“Who gets you wet, girl.”
I groaned raising my body up as far as the ropes would permit. I answered because I knew if I didn’t he would stop.
“You do, ahh, you do.”
As if reading my mind he replied, “You’re learning.”
“Please James you are going to make me cum.”
“No, I am not.”
He tossed the vibrator aside and loosed my legs, but kept my arms bound. He folded my legs back and slowly entered me as he tugged on two handfuls of hair at each side of my head.
His threats in my ear only intensified the connection that I felt to this man; this man who was blackmailing me at will.
“Mine, mine, mine, girl you are mine and this hot little body of yours is mine to toy with however I see fit. You better stay away from any other men and that means that husband of yours too.”
“James, I can’t,” was all that I got out.
“I don’t want to hear it girl, shut-up, while I fuck your brains out. Umm, that is so, so, good girl…”
Chapter Fourteen
James and Amanda
James stood in the doorway just being James as I put on my make-up.
“You’re not wearing what you picked out today.”
I tried to ignore him, but as usual that was proving to be a challenge.
And since we are on the subject of what you can’t do; I already sent Mike to the hotel and had your stuff moved into the ad-joining penthouse.”
I swung around to view James looking very satisfied that he had gotten a reaction so quickly.
“You can’t tell me where to live!”
“We’ll see about that,” he turned away after making that statement. I should have known that James had an ace up his sleeve.
I yelled after him, “You know what James? There is something wrong with you.”
Bastard!
Amanda
I sat staring in disbelief at the man who looked like a bad version of ‘Doogie Howser,’ a name that I dub uptight professionals who need to remove the stick from their ass.
“Mrs. Hendricks, I’m here to inform you that you that until the confidential document that you have misplaced is found, that you are under your Boss’s supervision. You are not permitted to make any business decisions concerning Images without his ok.”
“Fine, I quit.”
“You’re not permitted to do that either, Mrs. Hendricks.”
I looked up to view a James with a shit eating grin on his face as he stated, “I wish there was some way to have her placed on house arrest in my custody. You know that she is going through a divorce right now, she could be a flight risk.”
My mouth literally dropped open as I glared at James.
“I can have her put in jail if you like Mr. Madden.”
“No you can’t,” I screeched. “I’m not talking to you anymore without my lawyer.”
“Very well Mrs. Hendricks.”
At that point he directed everything to James.
I really didn’t care because I had heard more than enough.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that this was just James up to his tricks. No matter how I tried to convince myself that it was no big deal, I still couldn’t get the foreboding feeling of wondering how far that James would go to get and maintain the control that he so craved over me.
What was it with this guy that he had to control my every move? How far would he go? Even though I was in a loveless marriage, I had no desire for any ill to come to my husband.
Whether I wanted to admit it or not, my blackmailer was gaining more and more control each day that went by.
Amanda
I walked around the condo that James had purchased.
James had already fully stocked it with groceries and toiletries. He had also moved my items from the hotel. Well, he had already had Mike do it.
Who does this? I thought out loud.
“Who does what Amanda?”
“Stop it, James.”
“Stop what, Amanda?”
“That stalking thing that you do.”
“Never going to happen, girl. Who does what, Amanda?”
“Who buys an apartment for his girlfriend and stocks it with everything that she needs.”
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James stalked backing me into the wall. He raised my hands over my head and held them with one of his hands by my wrists. He was nuzzling in my hair and chewing up and don’t my neck, “You are not my girlfriend.”
“What am I, then?”
“You are my property Amanda and I won’t be satisfied until you divorce that other man and take my name.”
“I’m not marrying you James, and I am no one’s property.”
“Shut up, I want to christen that bed over there.”
“Go home James and let me get settled in, I can stay here alone tonight.”
“You sneaky little bitch, what are you up to?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar!”
I could feel his hand knotting in my hair as he stared down on me, “Why did he have to look so good?”
“I need to call John, James.”
“No! I’m not going anywhere. In fact you are going home with me.”
He pulled me through the adjoining door.
Shit, I’ll have to wait. I sure don’t want to deal with James watching over my shoulder while I talk to him.
James
James felt very good about the ground that he had gained this week. Having Amanda under the same roof was a big step in the right direction. He now held the purse strings to the company ‘Images’ too, and after all, any good business man knows that he who holds the bank account; rules the world. Yes, it had been a very productive week.
Chapter Fifteen
James
It was Saturday night and I had a burr in my ass knowing that my woman was going to have to go and shoot TV in the morning with her husband.
I had pinned her down on the bed and I was right in her face interrogating her.
“Are you going to fuck him, Amanda? Tell me,” I growled. “Are you going to fuck him?”
The thought of that guy touching my woman infuriated me. I could literally feel my blood boiling.
I had stripped her down and was rough fucking her, grinding into her as hard as I could. I sunk my teeth into a breast and felt my cock jump when she screamed out. I knew that I shouldn’t be taking it out on her; but I was pissed.
I couldn’t remember ever being in this much of a jealous rage over any woman. What was it about Amanda that made me so crazy?
I pounded into her mercilessly, as she turned into a weakened puddle beneath me.
‘I’m fucking your brains out! You’re mine! You’re mine! Mine, mine, mine!”
I relentlessly fucked her as hard as I could, until I finally unloaded into her.
I fell off of her staring at the ceiling and she rolled over sobbing and cried herself to sleep. I knew that I should feel bad, but I felt nothing but anger. I hated John Hendricks; but no matter how badly I hated him, it wasn’t right for me to take it out on her.
I pulled her close to me as I listened to her breathing become steady due to sleep and I petted her hair feeling badly about taking my resentment towards John out on her.
I had to find a way to get her away from him; before somebody got hurt; or worse yet killed.
Amanda
I sat at my makeup table getting ready and ignored James’s glare as he stood in the door way watching. Being in the public eye meant wearing a game face and that is exactly what I was putting on right now. I couldn’t afford to get into it with James. My eyes were already swollen from crying myself to sleep the night before. My breasts had bite marks and bruises all over them and I still hurt from the brutality that I had endured the previous evening.
I was beginning to see a side of James that scared me, yet exited me; so I guess that says something about me too. How fucked up was I? I had fallen for a man who blackmailed me, in order to keep his clutches in me.
James stood at the front door grasping my arms so tightly that it hurt. “You had better have your ass home right after that TV shoot Amanda. You don’t want me to have to come looking for you!”
I made my way to my car with my head held high, my back straight, my makeup done, and my bruises hidden, because my public could never know.
James slammed the coffee cup against the wall shattering it into pieces.
I hate the thought of that guy touching my woman!
He slumped down with his head in his hands sobbing. Like it or not, James was in love with a married woman…
John and Amanda
John coyly eyed me. “Well Amanda even though we are separated, I still have needs.”
The last thing that I wanted to do was sleep with my husband. James was accomplishing just what he had set out to do; he was making me his, more and more with each passing day. Though sex had never been that great with John, I couldn’t remember experiencing what I was feeling right now, I was repulsed by the thought of any other man than James touching me.
I’m terrible. I have allowed myself to fall in love with my blackmailer.
There was also the matter of my battered and bruised chest. I didn’t want John to see it, he wouldn’t understand.
I know that it sounds crazy for me to stick up for James, but the bottom line is, I like the things that he does to me. Call it brainwashed, Stockholm Syndrome; call it whatever you want to. I don’t expect people to understand our connection. The bottom line is: that there is a connection between us.
“Well John my tits are sore from just getting off of my period so if you don’t mind my shirt being left on, then fine by me.
Hell, it won’t take but two minutes anyway.
“Well Amanda, if you expect me to make love to my wife while she is dressed; then just forget it.”
Fine by me, I didn’t want to anyway.
“Ok, let’s shoot TV,” I said, making my way to my studio chair.
The taping went without any hitches and I made my way back to the condo.
James
I followed behind Amanda looking for any site of disheveled clothing. I knew that she hadn’t fucked him because she smelled like my Amanda.
She threw her things on her antique fainting couch in her dressing room and turned to exit, running right into me.
I gently pulled her to me and passionately kissed her. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and softly took a nipple in my mouth. “I’m sorry Amanda, so very sorry, please, please, oh fuck you make me crazy. Divorce him Amanda, before somebody gets killed.”
She placed a finger over my lips, “Shh, we will figure it out James.”
“Oh God, I love you so fucking much. You are making me crazy girl.”
I picked her up carefully laying her on the bed. I took her clothing off and for the first time that I can remember, I gently made love to the woman that I wanted to be my wife.
Chapter Sixteen
James and Amanda
James wrestled around on the bed with Amanda playing with her. He reached over tweaking a nipple. “Hey Amanda thanks for buying me those tits for me; before you met me.”
“I bought them for me James.”
“Well they’re mine now. Don’t you know the ‘Creed of the Dom?’”
“No James but please enlighten me. I may need it for my college thesis on ‘The art of a Dom.’
“Well Amanda, it goes like this: ‘If you have it and I decide that I want it; then it’s mine. If it gets broken from being played with too roughly, then you can have it back. If I see that you are having fun with it, then I’m taking it again.”
Amanda busted out laughing, “Thank you so much for enlightening me. Did you make that up?”
“No, I read it somewhere and it suits me, don’t you think.”
“Absolutely, to a ‘T,’ James. To a ‘T.’”
James was still straddling her looking at her with a dead serious look.
“See, like right now you have something that I want and I’m taking it.”
“You’re insatiable James.”
He peeled her legs back thrusting into her, “When it comes to you young lady, I am insatiable. Oh girl, watching your eyes roll back in your head lik
e that is so freakin hot. Oh you are so much fun to play with. I can’t get enough of you Amanda.”
Chapter Seventeen
Amanda
I used the opportunity of James having to leave for work early, to go by the house and pick some things up. I would regret it.
Snap, Snap, flash, flash, flash, “Yeah there it is; that’s the money shot.” Mike talked aloud, as he continued taking incriminating shots of Amanda.
Mike dialed James number and continued to take pics as he spoke on speaker phone.
“James, am I to understand that Amanda is only supposed to be at John’s house on Sundays?”
“Yes, you are correct,” James spoke through tightened lips.
“Well Sir, she is there now.”
“Keep up the good work, Mike.”
“Will do, Sir.”
Amanda
I was relieved when I made my way into work and James barely looked up from the phone call that he was on.
Once again I had sorely underestimated my blackmailer. It would be the last time that I ever did so.
James was nobody’s fool. He was a man of very keen insight and had an uncanny ability to read people. His ability to remember the very smallest of details made it extremely hard to lie to him.
James was a man who was very hard to read and it served him well in business. He played his cards close to the vest and his emotions were only revealed to those whom he chose to reveal them to. You just never knew how much information that James held. He was unreadable when he chose to be and today; that is exactly what he had chosen to do.
James and Amanda
James circled the guillotine type device eyeing his prey, he chuckled as he watched Amanda stomp her high heeled foot as she screamed at him. “I hate this thing!”
He came and kneeled in front of her taunting her by poking his lip out and pulling her bottom lip down with his thumb.
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