Twisted Boss (Dark Romance Series) (7 page)

“Though I am intrigued with your free spirit at times, it will always come back to one thing, you are my property, period, point blank.”

“Need I remind you Amanda, that you do not have a choice, you are being blackmailed Sweetie!”

“You work for me, I own you and that means that you are at my beck and call.”

“Stop it James,” Amanda hissed.

James ran his tongue over her lips wrapping his lips over her mouth and suctioning, being sure to purposely slobber.

“That pristine little makeup job is mine to destroy whenever I please.”

“That perfect TV hair of yours, is mine to give my best just fucked, look to.”

James leaned into her ear growling as he plunged a finger into her cunt, “And that soaking wet cunt of yours, is mine to toy with however I see fit.”

“Amanda is a sinner and she likes what I do to her.”

“Amanda has a dark side that only her Dom knows about.”

“Stop it James,” she gasped barely able to breathe.

“Fuck no I am not stopping, I am just getting started little girl.”

“See Amanda, your cunt agrees with me, I own you!”

“I don’t give a fuck about you being independent, Amanda!”

James continued to whisper and growl into her ear as his onslaught of her body continued.

“Your ass is on loan to Images, you are there because I let you be.”

Amanda groaned, her legs had turned to jelly and the restraints were the only thing that held her up.

James leaned down taking a tit in his mouth all the while eyeing her and controlling her body with just one finger.

“Oh yes Amanda, I do like you little girl.”

“Watching you go from a defiant little brat to my whining, mewing, begging, tormented little sub, just does it for me every single time.”

James undid his pants letting them fall to the ground and pulled his cock out sliding it up and down Amanda’s soaking wet cunt.

“Is that what you want Amanda?”

“Yeeeeeeesssss, pleeeeze, pleeeeeeze, pleeeeeeeeze James.”

He buried his face in her hair, “Beg Amanda, beg, oh yeah that is it, little liar,” he taunted.

“You will promise me the moon while I play your body like a well tuned instrument.”

“Yet again when you are out of my bonds, I will have to come and restrain you and tame you all over again.”

“You see Amanda; it is just your nature. It takes a certain kind of Dom to handle a woman like you.”

“That alpha personality of yours has to be reigned in and if blackmailing your little ass is how I have to do it, then so be it.”

“You see Amanda, when it comes to you: defeat is not an option for me.”

“No Amanda, I will do whatever that it takes for you to be mine.”

“Oh fuck” she groaned, laying against the wall, as James removed his pants and released her legs wrapping them around his waist.

“Tell me how badly that you want me to fuck you, Amanda.”

“James please stop toying with me, you know what I want.”

“No Amanda, that is just not enough.”

“James, I need your cock, I crave it,” she whined.

He slammed up into her watching every detail of her face, “Now that is what I am talking about!”

“Amanda has a nasty little addiction and an overwhelming craving for her Dom.”

“I am in your fucking head girl, you can never escape me!”

At times like these; she did not want to escape him.

For these allotted times she was his, completely uninhibited and totally poured out as an offering to him.

These were the only times that she poured herself out as an offering to anyone and James made it last as long as he could.

Women like Amanda were guarded and were not easily penetrated emotionally.

Amanda wore a type of chastity belt over her heart and for these moments, only James had the key.

He relished in the power that he held over her.

The power of knowing that no other man could reach into Amanda’s soul like he did; made him drunk with pleasure.

“That’s it girl, beg Daddy to take what is his.”

“So wet” he stated, eyeing the liquid that poured down her inner leg, as he slowly moved his cock in and out of her.

His cock grew harder knowing that no one affected his Amanda the way that he did.

She could fight it all that she wanted to but James held the keys to her very being.

They would remain lost in each other for hours.

There would be no time, nor space, there would only be James and Amanda and the chemistry that coursed through their very beings, whenever they were in each other’s presence…

Prologue: I sat on my bed hacking into Jack Beardsley’s confidential files. This was too good to be true; the man had dropped dead of a heart attack with not one living heir.

I continued reading and that is when I came across the embryo of an idea. He had come up with the id
ea for a virtual fantasy island; a place where high rollers could go to fulfill their deepest, darkest fantasies.

They could partake of any depraved craving that they had and not suffer any of the scandal that goes along with getting caught.

Unlike ‘real time’ where families and reputations suffered when secrets are revealed; virtually they could meet the craving and no one would know.

I had stumbled across a gold mine and I had every intention of getting rich…

Amanda

          I made my way into my boss’s office to translate, he barely even looked up to acknowledge me; just started jabbering like he does. I don’t think that I have met a more pompous ass in my life. He has to be the definition of ‘bastard’ to a fault.

He is arrogant, cocky, confident and gorgeous
. His sole purpose in life lately seems to be making me uncomfortable.

Ironically enough, I wouldn’t give him the time of day if I was single.

“Amanda!”

His voice cut through the air like razors bringing me back from my though
t process of what a dick he is.

I look
ed up only to see him ‘shoo’ me away.

Did he seriously just do that?

I got up fumbling and dropping my pen in the floor due to embarrassment.

“Pompous ass,” I whispered under my breath.

“Excuse me, Amanda?”

“Oh nothing Sir, I just dropped my pen.”

“You would do well to call me Sir; at all times young lady.”

Would you like me to bend down and kiss your Italian leather shoes while I’m at it?

      I chuckled as she left; making sure to let her hear me. I heard her call me a pompous ass. Maybe she was right to a certain extent.  I really don’t care what she thinks about me. I have plans for Amanda and her opinion of me is in no way going to sway them. Amanda is used to getting her way and I don’t permit her to in my presence. Her petulance will no way deter me from what I have in store for her.

Oh yes, I have plans for Amanda
…

The little bitch tried to swindle m
e out of my company so if she is looking for mercy, she isn’t getting any from me.

          
 
I sat at my makeup table getting ready for work as I listened to my husband mandate orders.

It isn’
t that he is a bad guy; it’s just that we work together so basically he is my boss.

It’s the reason that I got a job, to get away from
my boss; not that the other one is any better.

Well actually
, if I was to be perfectly honest, I had tried to swindle my boss out of some money and he forced me to work for him.

“Amanda, you know that you have TV sh
oots Sunday, right?

I need you to be there Amanda. I don’t want to feel like me letting you get this job is getting in the way of your media work.

You do know that we have fans that watch because of you; right?”

I turned around already exasperated. “John, when have I ever not made a TV shoot?”

“You’ve never had a job before, Amanda.”

“John, go away.”

“No Amanda, that is just rude.”

“Go away John, I’m not playin
g.”

John decided that maybe leaving might be in his best interest. He could always harp later.

I let my mind wander as I finished the task of getting ready. I had married John for stability, but like so many other marriages it had gotten downright boring.

Getting a job had been my way of just getting away and doing something that was mine. Everything that I had
, and everything that I did, was connected to John.

We had started doing a local TV show seventeen years ago and needless to say; we were now local celebrities. I just needed something of mine.
I had to stop this vicious ground hog day cycle; or that is what I had told John. I couldn’t very well tell him that my boss caught me embezzling money, now could I?

James

        I reached over pushing the button for Amanda to come in and translate. I didn’t like for her to catch me looking at her, I felt that it would give her an edge. She would see it as a weakness and try to use it against me and that simply wasn’t going to happen; not in my world.

You have to understand that Amanda looks like little Miss. Goody two shoes to the public, but I know the real Amanda. I know the sneaky little bitch who tried to hustle me out of my company before my dead partner’s body was even cold in the ground.

She had taken an idea that was mine and tried to market it, but that is in her version that she wrote. Some book that she wrote and titled ‘Twisted.’ She tried to gloss shit over and that is why I’m writing my version now.

Amanda

       Once again he just began jabbering faster than I could write. It took everything in me to not say something snarky. More than once my mouth had gotten me in trouble. I needed this job, not for the money’s sake, but for my sanity’s sake, or at least that’s what I tell myself. I bit my tongue and kept writing.

       
I eyed my assistant as she wrote and I knew that she was pissed, after all; I had purposely made her that way. For some reason Amanda brought out a side of me that very few women did and I enjoyed toying with her. It could have something do with the fact that she would take the pennies off of a dead man’s eyes.

Things like purposely making her uncomfortable
, or purposely embarrassing her were fun to me, to put it simply, I was looking forward to more intense mind fuck sessions with my little Amanda, I enjoyed how she got angry when she became uncomfortable around me, all because I knew that she was getting angry at herself for allowing it to happen. Yes, toying with Amanda was fun, and I was just getting started.