by Hamel, B. B.
“Please do, dear.” Father suddenly claps his hands loudly and several staff members appear from out of nowhere carrying glasses. Amber jumps, looking around in surprise, as a glass is paced in front of her and the wine is poured.
“I decided to break out something nice,” Father says. “One of the old wines, from the cellar.”
“Do we have anything that isn’t nice?” I ask him with a straight face.
“Very good point, son.”
Amber stares at the wine. I lean toward her. “Go ahead. It’s probably good. He’s not good for much, but he’s good at picking wines.”
She laughs uncomfortably but Father just smiles and nods. “It’s true! I’m a useless old lout with too much money and privilege. All I care about is hunting, boating, fishing, and wine. Oh, and top hats and canes now.”
Mother stifles a groan.
Amber laughs and sips the wine. “It’s really good,” she says.
Father nods approvingly and I give her knee a little squeeze.
So far, she’s doing good. Mother is staring at her like she wants to skin her alive, but she’s charming my father at least. Although I have problems with my father, in general, he’s a much easier person to please than my mother is.
I know that’s going to be a problem, sooner or later. I’m hoping later. Much, much later.
The far door opens as we all drink the wine and Uncle Ronald steps into the room followed by Aunt Louise. Ronald is a fat man, just perfectly rotund, dressed in a fine suit. Louise has velour track pants and a matching track top on, and I’d bet anything that her outfit is the most expensive one in the room.
“There you are!” Father says, getting up. “I thought you were getting lazy.”
“Lazy, me? Nonsense.” Ronald walks over, shakes Father’s hand, and then looks at Amber. “Well, hello. Is this the girl?”
“Yes, this is Amber,” Father says.
“She’s pretty.”
“She can hear you, Uncle Ronald.”
He just guffaws then shakes her hand. She turns to Aunt Louise, but she’s already sitting. She just gives Amber a little smile and a nod.
We sit back down and instantly Uncle Ronald and Father fall into a conversation about the stock market. I’m only half listening. The first course is served, a decent soup. Amber eats it and barely looks up, trying to be as quiet as possible and as unassuming as she possibly can.
It’s a good strategy. But it won’t work.
“What do you do, dear?” Aunt Louise asks her suddenly.
Amber looks startled. “I, uh, I have a degree in, uh, business administration.”
“Administration?” Louise makes a face. “Honey, what in the world is that?”
She looks at me and I can’t help but laugh. Aunt Louise is from a family very similar to ours. She never worked a day in her life and barely knows anything about the world, except for purses. The woman knows more about purses than I think anyone knows about anything. Not just designer bags, either, but their history and evolution. It’s absurd, once she gets talking.
“It’s, well, it’s about helping to manage the business,” Amber says.
“Which business though, darling?”
“Louise, you leave the girl alone,” Ronald says. “Sorry, Amber, darling. My wife is a lovely woman but she doesn’t know jack shit about business.”
“Neither do you, you old fat monster,” Louise says with a perfectly polite tone and smile.
I roll my eyes and Amber looks absolutely horrified. Mother has already finished her first glass of wine and a staff member refills it on instinct alone.
The conversation turns to business and Father makes a halfhearted attempt at keeping Amber engaged. Really though, they’re just talking about people in the business world that they know, and how much they all donate to charity.
Mother, meanwhile, is watching Amber like a hawk. I can’t help but feel uncomfortable as the next course arrives, a nice, light salad. It’s coming, sooner or later. Mother is halfway through her second glass of wine when she finally opens her mouth.
“Amber, dear,” Mother says. “What does your family do?”
The table goes quiet. “Mother,” I say. “Does that matter?”
“Of course it matters,” Father says. “Go on, dear. Tell us what your family does for a living. We are ever so curious about that sort of thing.”
“My father is an oil man,” Amber says. “He drills, refines, and sells crude oil.”
That statement stuns the entire table. I don’t think they’ve ever met someone that actually works with oil in their entire lives, and yet they know so many people in that industry.
It’s just, the people they run with stay well above all that actual drilling and refining.
“Does he now?” Mother finally asks. “And he does well for himself?”
“Very well,” Amber admits. “But I’m not on good terms with him right now.”
Everyone gives her flat, polite smiles, and I want to groan.
“Of course, dear,” Father says, “Well, ah, anyway, Louise. I hear you got a new bag today, dear, what about it?”
And so Louise dives into talking purses, which takes up the rest of the second course, all of the third course, and deep into the main course. Amber barely looks around the table, clearly not sure what she did wrong.
Finally, we get through the meal alive. Mother and Father retire to the sitting room with Louise and Ronald and I steer Amber out of there so fast I’m afraid I’ll break her leg all over again.
“What happened back there?” she asks me once we’re alone. “I was doing so well, your father even laughed at me, and then…”
“You mentioned family trouble,” I say.
“So… so what?”
“You don’t talk about that sort of thing in polite company.” I sigh and take her hand. “Listen. My family lives by a strict set of rules. I don’t know who invented the rules or if they were just made up by my mother, but you don’t talk about family troubles. And you don’t talk about money.”
“But they were talking about money.”
“They were talking about how much people donate to charity, which is different.” I squeeze her hand. “It’s completely insane and stupid and you have no reason to ever learn all these rules. Just be aware that my family is going to judge you no matter what you do, purely because you weren’t born rich.”
We stop in a side hall, tucked beside a full plate of real medieval armor. The knight holds a huge sword pointed down at the floor and I can’t imagine the size of the man that wore that armor, based on the gut on the thing.
“I can’t help but feel like I’m in some kind of movie,” she says, almost laughing. “But they weren’t that bad, you know.”
“Oh, you got off easy. You charmed my father, which helped a lot.”
“Really?”
“You’re also very pretty.” I grin at her and lean closer, kissing her on the cheek. “That smooths things over with the men. Though Aunt Louise will always hate you for it.”
“She’s odd. She really likes purses.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” I squeeze her hand again. “Come on. You survived.”
“I survived. But what now?”
I press her against a wall in the shadow of the hallway. I kiss her neck and put my hands on her hips. “Earlier, when you saw me leave the shower. You were staring at me.”
“You undressed.” Her voice is quiet, hushed in the cramped space.
“You could’ve turned away, but you didn’t.”
“I guess… I didn’t want to.”
I look into her eyes and kiss her softly.
“And you remember the truck?” I ask. “You remember the way I made you feel?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I reach around and slowly pull her dress up. She gasps as I push my body against hers.
“Good girl.”
I kiss her, fingers in her hair, and lift her into the air. I climb t
he nearest staircase, kick open our door, and throw her down on the bed.
11
Amber
He unwraps me like a present. His hands are slow and his eyes are full of passion as he takes off my dress. It falls onto the ground and he kicks it aside, looking at my body in just my bra and panties. He kisses my chest, my breasts, my collarbone. He kisses my neck and my lips, biting them gently.
“I’ve been thinking about this ever since we left Texas,” he says. “I’ve been dreaming about your body.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I’m a patient man, Amber. I can wait for something good.” I kiss her, drinking her in. “And this… this is good.”
I groan as he takes off my bra. His hands tease my breasts, making my nipples hard. He licks them, sucks them, bites them. I groan and push against his hard, muscular body, unbuttoning his shirt. I get it off, push it aside.
His muscles are intense and cut. I kiss his chest as his hand slips down between my legs. I moan when he finds my pussy. I’m dripping wet, I can feel it already soaking through my panties. He slips his fingers down the front of me, finding my slit. His finger rolls from top to bottom, gathering my wet, rolling it along my clit.
I moan into his ear. “I’ve been thinking about this too,” I whisper. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth on my body. About your tongue between my legs.”
“And what do you think about that, little Amber?”
“I think it’s amazing. I think… I think I need it. I want it so badly, it almost hurts.”
“Good,” he croons. “That’s what I want from you, good girl. I want you wet and tense. I want you thinking about it, dreaming about it, until my touch is the only thing you have in your pretty little head. I can give you that pleasure, my Amber. You have to give yourself to me first.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Oh, god, yes. I can do that. I can… I can give myself to you.”
His fingers press inside of me. I arch my back and moan, lying down on the soft, comfortable bed. He slides his fingers in and out of me, fucking me slowly as his tongue licks and sucks my nipples. I shimmy and roll my hips, taking him deep, his fingers fucking me and pushing me open. He slides them back out and rolls them along my clit and god, my body is singing for him, singing with pleasure for his touch.
He moves back and pulls my panties off. I’m naked, my pussy glistening with wet, and he looks at me like I’m the greatest thing he’s ever seen. He kisses me and pins my hands up above my head with only one of his while the other spreads my legs open and teases me.
I moan into his kiss. His fingers feel so good and I love being held down like this. He’s such a man, such a big man, his muscles flexing and incredible as his fingers fuck me nice and deep. He bites my lip and I struggle against his grip on my wrists, just to see how hard he’ll hold me.
He doesn’t let me move an inch.
“Oh, god,” I moan.
“That’s right. You’re all mine. And you’ll do as I say, won’t you?”
“Yes, Brent. I’ll do whatever you want.”
He chuckles and bites my lip again before backing away. He releases me and I sit up, looking at him as he gets off the bed and unbuckles his pants.
“On your stomach,” he commands. I do as he says, moving around to face him, lying on my stomach. He pulls off his pants, kicks them aside, takes off his boxer briefs. I stare at his cock, so long and thick. I feel my heart racing at the size of him as he grabs my hair and pulls my head back.
He kisses me before I take him in my mouth. I take him and lick him, sucking him hard, stroking him with one hand. He slides himself deep into my throat and I gag, but I keep sucking him, faster now. I get up onto my hands and knees but my leg hurts too much. He lowers me down gently.
“Careful,” he whispers, kissing me. “We’ll get you there. But careful for now.”
I take him into my mouth and suck him faster. He slides deep into my throat, grabbing my hair, and pulls me back. I gasp as he pulls me up and pushes me down onto my back. He spreads my legs wide and licks my pussy top to bottom, tasting me, tongue lingering on my clit.
I grab his hair like he grabbed mine, tight and rough. He growls with pleasure and licks me top to bottom, sucking my clit. I moan, rolling my hips, letting the pleasure flood through me. I love the way it feels, love the way he can make me forget my own limitations. He makes me want to do more, feel more, and I think he can give me whatever I want.
He slides his fingers deep inside and kisses me again. I grab his hair, lost in him, lost in the pleasure of him. His kiss is all there is for me, and when his fingers push deeper and fuck me, I feel like I might lose my body completely.
I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never met a man that could take me so easily and make me feel something I can’t even describe. His touch, his kiss, the way he looks at me, the way he wants to protect me. It drives me absolutely wild with need for him.
I moan into his kiss and he pulls his fingers back. I feel his tip press against me, his thick cock, and slowly he slides himself inside.
I gasp as he fills me up. He kneels back, spreading my legs, pushing his thick shaft deep inside me. I take him, every inch of him, all the pleasure and pain mixing together into one intense feeling that writhes along my skin. It’s ecstasy, it’s more than that, it’s heaven. It’s the end I’ve always wanted.
“Brent,” I moan.
He kisses my breasts, teasing them, then bites my lips. He slowly strokes in and out of me, fucking me, making me take him. He pins my hands above my head and starts to fuck me.
I gasp, moaning, breasts shaking with every rough stroke. He fucks me hard, his cock thrusting deep inside my pussy, his body taking me so hard. I moan and push back against him, almost struggling, fighting just to see if I can fight, but he keeps me pinned there.
I say his name over and over as he grinds his cock harder and harder. He’s fucking me rough, uncontrolled, and I love it. I can feel him deep between my legs, growling and taking me.
He growls and whispers in my ear. “You feel like everything I’ve always thought I wanted,” he says. “Your perfect little cunt is so slick and gorgeous. I love filling you to the brim and listening to you moan. You want to squirm for me, little Amber?”
“Please,” I moan.
“Please, what?”
“Give me everything. Make me come. Don’t stop.”
He growls and fucks me. I’m sweating as I work my back. My leg’s aching, but distantly, barely even there at all. I take his cock and move my hips, rolling along his shaft, working my body, taking every inch of him. His roar drives me wild, his animalistic thrusts make me moan and beg for more.
We keep going, moving together, one blissful stroke after another pushing me closer and closer. I bite his lip and he pushes me down, holds me there, and fucks me rough. He fills me up, taking my pussy, taking me for his own.
I can’t help it. I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve been riding on the edge since he first filled me up and I know I can’t stop. I gasp his name, back arching, as his huge cock keeps filling me and taking me over and over.
“Brent,” I moan. “Oh, fuck me, Brent.”
“Come for me, good girl,” he whispers. “Come on my big cock. You’re all mine now, Amber. Every inch of you is mine. I own you, completely, entirely. I’m going to possess every inch of your gorgeous little tight body and fuck you until you can’t take anymore. And then, only then, I’ll let you have even more.”
I gasp and I feel it, like a ball between my legs, glowing and spinning brighter. It takes me over, rolls over my skin, rips through my body. I come hard, bearing down on his cock, moaning as he holds me down tighter, pressing me down into the bed with his strong hands. I gasp as he bites a nipple and I come so hard I swear I nearly black out.
But he doesn’t stop. He’s an animal and I know he can’t be contained. He keeps ripping into me, fucking me rough, fucking me deep. I cry out his name as I feel him finish
deep inside my pussy, his cock spurting hot, filling me deep.
We finish in a tangle of limbs, breathing hard, sweating, glowing and floating. I kiss him and he kisses me back.
“I can’t wait for your leg to feel better,” he whispers.
“Why?”
“Because then the real fun starts.”
I giggle stupidly and let him wrap his arms around me and hold me tight against his chest.
12
Brent
The gym is buried in the back of the main wing. When we step inside and turn on the light, I swear I can see puffs of dust rise through the air.
“Looks like nobody’s used this since I was last here,” I say.
“It’s nice though.” Amber steps inside onto the blue mat flooring. It’s a little springy and comfortable, the same sort of material I used at my clinic. I pushed for my parents to install it, and since they couldn’t care less about this room, they went ahead and let me do whatever I wanted.
“It’s basically my own clinic,” I say.
“Really?”
“Nobody comes in here. I mean, my brothers use it sometimes, but they’re not home much.”
“What do your other brothers do?”
I smirk at her. “Why do you care?”
She laughs. “Interesting. I sense a little sibling rivalry.”
I wave that away. “Not at all. My brothers are named Jacob and Shaun. They’re both younger than me.”
“Yeah? I know Jacob’s in finance. What about Shaun?”
I shrug a little bit. “Nothing interesting. Come here.”
She drifts over to me with a smile on her face. “I think you’re keeping them from me.”
“I think you’re all mine, and it doesn’t matter what my brothers do.”
She laughs as I grab her by the hips and pull her against me.
“Is this part of the treatment?” she asks.
“Yes,” I whisper. “You need to be fucked and taken care of or else that leg won’t heal.”