Twisted Boss (Dark Romance Series) (4 page)

How many times have you had to push the humiliation of knowing that you are as deviant as I am out of your head? How confusing is it to a lily white professional such as yourself to know that you like being taken by a monster like me?

Your fear makes my cock hard and your tears and humiliation excite me, your begging and pleading turns me on. Knowing that I have you by the throat financially is an aphrodisiac to a man like me. Knowing that I blackmailed you into a relationship with me and there isn’t a damn thing that you can do to get out of it, thrills me. Do you still think that it’s funny?”

I jerked her head back by the twisted handful of hair that I held and slipped my hand down her silk blouse. My face was buried in her hair and I clamped my teeth down on her earlobe at the same time that I gently ran a nipple through two fingers.

“Please James, I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you.”

“Liar! Get those fucking underwear pulled off.”

I watched as she pulled the g-string down to her ankles.

“Off!” I clamped on her ear again and I could see a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Did you enjoy finger fucking yourself in front of your abductor last night?”

I rubbed me face in her hair, “Oh such a good girl, now spread your legs open and push that finger into that bald little pussy of yours. If I find out that you are touching yourself without my permission I’m going to hurt you.”

I spit on two fingers and rolled her nipple between them. You like the things that I do to you don’t you, Amanda? I have so many things planned for you.”

I yanked her hair, “Stop!”

My cock jumped when she whined. “I control your orgasms now you little thief. Don’t you dare let me catch you stealing them from me either. You don’t know what pain is until you cross me. No you be a good little girl and leave those panties off.”

Amanda

               Throughout the day he would make me turn my chair in his direction and spread my legs open. Sometimes he would make me touch myself as he watched.

He stared at me constantly, stalking my every move and action. He would threaten me telling me if I went out with another man that he would make me suffer for it. He taunted me telling me that he spent time thinking of all the ways that he was going to defile me and use me for his pleasure. He would threaten to prosecute me for the money that I had stolen from him if I didn’t succeed in pleasing him.

The more that he threatened, the wetter I became. I was just as twisted as my blackmailer was. I enjoyed the vile things that he did to me. Day by day he was accomplishing exactly what he wanted to; he was creating a craving in me for the debauchery that he served up to me on a daily basis. And so was our twisted game; each of us feeding on what the other provided. James feeding off of having me at his mercy and me feeding off of being under his control.

Clarissa

             Clarissa made her way out to her car from the nail salon. She heard a stirring behind her and turned to view what appeared to be a homeless man.

Hmm, not the neighborhood for sewer rats.

“Hey Ma’am can you spare a dollar?”

Clarissa turned to spew out a “No, I can’t!” But before she could manage the man had grabbed her arm and placed a knife at her throat, “You have got one warning bitch, stay away from Amanda or the next time that you see me, you will be bleeding- out and wondering why I am enjoying watching it so much.”

As quickly as the man had appeared, he walked away into obscurity.

She had heard rumors about James being dangerous. It was even rumored that he had been car jacked once and had the police not rolled up, he would have beaten the car jacker to death. James took dangerous to a whole new level and Clarissa had no intentions of pissing him off. There were plenty of country club power players that she had her pick of; she wasn’t about to put herself in danger. Though she couldn’t help but wonder, what it was that had made Amanda successful at landing James.

             I sat in a restaurant with a client going over paperwork. I had made up my mind that I still owned 49% of Images and I was going to make all the money that I could and then sell my share to James. Of course James was not aware of my plan, but I was always working an angle; it is just who I am.

I looked up to view James and did a double take not believing what I was seeing.

I quickly excused myself not wanting James to cause a scene and made my way up to the bar. “Please tell me that you are not following me, James.”

“Please tell me that you are not on a date, Amanda.”

His face mirrored intense displeasure as he turned towards me and glared.

“Amanda, go get rid of your date and get your ass back over here.”

His voice sounded like a low rumble and it really was scaring me.

I promptly did as he asked me to, not wanting to make a scene. The last thing that I needed was a front page spread of my boss and I going at it. It wouldn’t be good for business and I was trying to make money not lose clients.

James

        I was so pissed off right now. I had made myself perfectly clear about going out with other men and here she was, just doing what she wanted.

“Where are you going James?”

I could feel myself growing very nervous as he drove down a deserted dirt road.

“Get the fuck out of the car.”

“Please don’t hurt me James, you’re scaring me.”

He pressed me into the hood of the car smashing my face down and commanding me to spread my legs as he pressed his hardened stalk into me while he spewed vile threats at me. “You don’t get to have a say in what you can do and where you can go. Maybe it’s time for a full blown kidnapping. I don’t believe that I can trust you away from me.”

He jerked my head back using my hair as a type of rein as he pushed into me violently stabbing at my insides.

“Do you think that I’m letting you go home tonight so you can go and fuck another man? You will be sleeping handcuffed to my bed you sneaky little bitch!”

My breath came out ragged and my words broken. “Pl, please James, please, I’ll do anything please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”

“Music to my ears you sneaky little bitch. Cum for me baby, whose sweet little cunt is that?”

“Yours, yours, yuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrzzzzzzzzzz.”

I slept with one wrist cuffed to his bed that night; exactly as he said that I would.

Amanda

      I awoke to his muffled voice in my ear.

“I need you here Amanda. I think about you constantly, every second that you are away I want to come find you and bring you back here. I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m not giving you a choice. You could get in a lot of trouble for stealing from me, and if it takes me blackmailing you to have you; then so be it.”

He was on top of me and he had released my wrist from the cuff that had held me but he now held me down by my wrists with his hands. He pushed in and out of me slowly as he seduced me with his words.

“I’m twisted Amanda, I’m fucked up, I’ll never be able to have a normal relationship, but you get me, I need you, please Amanda, I’m begging you don’t go. I’ll make you stay, I mean it.”

“I’ll stay James, I’ll stay.”

If James is twisted, then what does that make me?

Amanda

            “Amanda, you don’t even know this guy and you’re giving up your apt to move into his penthouse?”

“I’m not giving up my apt, but I am moving into his condo. I’m a big girl, I’ll be ok. You don’t know the whole story; this is something that I have to do.”

“I’m here if you need me Amanda. This guy has a reputation for being dangerous, please be careful.”

“I’m fine.”

I looked up to see James standing in front of my desk scowling.

“I need to go sweetie, I have work to do.”

“Amanda, stay in touch and please be careful.”

I quickly hung up the phone.

“Hey what’s going on with you?”

Both of his palms were laid flat on my desk and he was leaned over glaring at me.

“Who the fuck was that?”

“It was my assistant, James.”

“Oh so she doesn’t think that it’s a good idea to move in with me?”

“She’s concerned that we are moving too quickly.”

He sardonically raised one brow, “Does she know that you stole from me? Does she know that if I don’t control you that you are out of control? Does she know how fucking crazy that I get when you are not around?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“The last time that you laughed at me Amanda, you got slammed down on a car hood and fucked senseless.

“Yes, I did James. On another note James, is it true that you fired Cindy?”

This time he chuckled, “You don’t even want to know what I had done to Clarissa.”

You’re right James, you are twisted.”

“You have no fucking idea!”

“Come on, you have un-packing to do at my house.”

“I don’t want to do it alone,” I whined.

“Oh you are not doing it alone, I have plans for you.”

His strides were so long that I found myself almost running to keep up. I couldn’t help but notice that nobody in the office even looked up at me, which only served to make me wonder what he had done to; or worse yet with Clarissa.

I blurted it out in the car before I lost my nerve, “You didn’t kill her did you; you didn’t kill Clarissa did you?”

“For once you don’t underestimate me.” Was the only answer that I got.

James

     “Mr. Madden, where do you want this box of office supplies?”

“Place it outside of my office. I’ll be out in a moment.”

His hand gagged my mouth as he pushed in and out of me while talking to the moving man right outside his dressing room door.

The large walk-in closet was more like a bedroom and he had placed me up on an island and was pounding away as he hissed threats in my ear.

“They know that I’m fucking you in here. I love defiling you whenever the notion hits me. Using you for all the rotten things that you have done to me. Thief!”

“James, I’m sorry please, please you’re going to make me cum.”

He pulled out of me jerking me down to the edge with my legs cocked up and began attacking my clit with his tongue. My fingers weaved through his hair as I leaned back on my palms taking all that he had to give. For some reason the thought of getting caught only excited me more.

I covered my mouth to keep from crying out. He stood wedging between my legs and began hammering away at my insides, daring me to look away and promising punishment if I did. I couldn’t get enough of this man.

We finished up and I tossed on a t-shirt and jeans that I had already unpacked.

As we were headed out the door he jerked me around and hissed, “Get a different bra on, I can see your fucking nipples!”

I knew that ever screwing around on this man was not an option; he was too possessive, too jealous and too possessive.