Amanda's Young Men (17 page)

Seven fifty-eight. Time for one last preen and primp in front of the full-length hall mirror. She gave in to vanity and rejoiced in her curvy shape, perfect legs and adorable face. What a looker!

Would he be on time? She’d enjoyed every moment of her preparation but anticipation could so easily slip into anxiety if tested. Amanda took her position at the door with her hand on the knob of the lock. A car crunched gravel in her driveway. Yes! Amanda tweaked her nipples. The door’s chimes sounded.

Another deep breath and she opened it.

Trevor’s bulk blocked the light. His cologne might have been Lapidus but she wasn’t sure. He was in his uniform, which she’d hoped he’d be. One thing was different. Now there were handcuffs dangling from his belt. The sight of the cold bright metal made her shiver.

She said, ‘Welcome to my home!’

He looked her up and down, very slowly. Amanda kept her eyes downcast while meekly submitting to his inspection.

Trevor said, ‘Good. I approve.’

Glowing, Amanda looked up. ‘Dinner will be about five minutes, Trevor. Oh! May I call you “Trevor”, or would you prefer something else?’

‘Such as?’

‘Well – “sir”, perhaps? “Master”?’

‘Good girl for offering. “Trevor” will be fine.’

‘Thank you, Trevor. The dining room is this way.’ She was extremely aware of his bulk behind her as he followed her through the living room.

He paused at the piano. ‘You play?’ He pressed a few random keys.

‘I love to play,’ she replied, and was thrilled to bits when he laughed at her little witticism. God, this get-together was already making her giddy.

He took the chair at the head of the table.

‘May I get you something to drink?’

Trevor picked up the decanter of wine, poured an ounce into a glass, swirled it and sniffed. ‘Plum, oak, mushroom, caramel, a little earthy? A Merlot? Um.’ He sniffed again, took a sip and decided, ‘Chateaux Petrus.’ It was a statement, not a question. ‘This’ll be fine.’ He poured his glass half full.

‘Thank you.’ Amanda repaired to the kitchen. He had depths, this brawny security guard. Not only did he bear himself with the certainty of a natural dominant, he obviously knew his wines. Amanda resolved to never condescend towards him, even when they were in their public roles.

Out of deference to his size and build, she’d broiled him a 24-ounce, three-inch-thick Porterhouse. Her steak was a six-ounce Filet Mignon. She served them and went back into the kitchen for his potato, the onions, tomatoes and mushrooms.

When she returned to the table there was wine in her glass and her steak had been cut into bite-sized pieces. She put the potato on Trevor’s plate and poised with a knife above it. ‘May I?’

He nodded. Amanda halved his potato, scored it, salt and peppered it, spooned on a healthy portion of sour cream
and
sprinkled it with freshly chopped chives. While she did so, he helped himself to the other vegetables.

Amanda sat down kitty-corner from Trevor on his right and picked up her cutlery.

He said, ‘No.’

Amanda set them down again and looked questioningly at him. Trevor speared a morsel of steak from her plate, added a piece of mushroom and held it to her lips.

‘Thank you!’ Amanda was delighted. What fun!

Trevor ate some of his steak and potato before feeding Amanda another forkful of her own meal and lifting her glass to her lips to wash it down. His arrogant mastery was working its mojo on Amanda. She felt she should be on all fours, grovelling and wagging her tail.

As he ate and fed Amanda, Trevor talked knowledgeably about the latest films and the top TV shows. It seemed that he was a movie stuntman by choice but that was a precarious living. Working nights in security guaranteed him some income and left his days free for film gigs and the karate classes he taught. He was a black belt. ‘Never sneak up on me,’ he said to Amanda. ‘I mean it.’

Amanda nodded. Add karate skills to his size and Trevor was potentially very dangerous. To submit to such a threat was as brave a thing as she’d ever done. She was sure he wouldn’t damage her, so long as she didn’t jump on to his back out of nowhere.

Amanda cocked her head. ‘But you’ve been in the building by day, as well. You’ve been keeping that ghastly Sharpe woman off the premises.’

‘That was for you. I was off duty, officially.’

‘You worked extra unpaid shifts, for my sake?’

‘Yes.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Look at me.’

Amanda lifted her eyes to meet his intense gaze.

‘Ours might just be a casual
affaire
and nothing more than sexual, Amanda, but we
do
have a relationship. We’ve had one ever since that night I caught you playing burglar, remember?’

‘Yes, Trevor, of course I do.’

‘If I have a sexual relationship with a woman, I am responsible for her safety. Accept that. It doesn’t mean anything more than that but, for as long as we continue to fuck, no matter how casually, I will protect you to the best of my ability. Is that clear?’

Amanda lowered her eyes. ‘Yes, Trevor, thank you.’

He set his knife and fork down. ‘Clear the table and return to me.’

Amanda’s tummy did flip-flops. The time was here. When he’d done her at the office, it had all happened in a rush, totally unexpectedly. She’d had no time for doubts or anticipation. Now, however, she’d gone through her preparation ritual, gradually building up her … What was it she’d built up? It wasn’t fear, exactly. It wasn’t just desire, either. It was both of those, and more. Amanda knew that once his hands were on her she’d feel more comfortable but, until he touched her, she was like a girl on the highest platform at an Olympic pool. Eager to disappear into deep blissful oblivion but scared to make the leap.

When she returned to Trevor, he’d taken off his uniform jacket and turned his chair away from the table. He pointed to the floor in front of his feet. She moved to that spot. He signalled for her to turn her back to him. Amanda glanced at the silently threatening handcuffs that lay on her table and obeyed. Her wrists crossed behind her without his instruction. She felt the cold steel click, the grating of a ratchet on her right wrist, then on her left.

She was helpless. What did she know about this big powerful man, whose broad hands she’d put herself into? He might be
a
… Her mind skittered away from that line of thought. If she’d delivered herself into the hands of a maniac, it was too late to worry about it now.

His finger turned her to face him. The back of his hand smoothed down the satin of her tiny skirt from her navel almost to the swell of her mound.

‘You’ve been a very bad girl, Amanda.’

‘Yes, Trevor.’

‘Do you know what I’m talking about, specifically?’

Amanda shook her head.

Trevor meandered a fingertip up from her pubes to her navel and down again. ‘You know what I do for a living, don’t you?’

Amanda nodded.

‘You know that I patrol the offices at night.’

‘Yes, Trevor.’

His tantalising fingertip made circles on the satin of her skirt. ‘Four nights ago, you were in your office, late.’

Four nights …? Yikes. Nola, Rupert, the spanking and the plastic ruler, and …

‘It didn’t occur to you that I’d be making my rounds?’

‘Um. No.’ She dimly recalled that her original intention in returning to the office was to bump into him, but then she’d caught Rupert and Nola in her office and … She grimaced. Had he seen her playing. ‘You …?’ she gurgled.

‘Yes, I saw you. I watched every nasty perverted thing you did to those two young innocents, and what you forced them to do to each other. You humiliated and debauched them. You’re a corrupter, Amanda.’

‘Is that bad?’ Amanda dared to look up at him, to gauge his seriousness.

‘What do you think?’ His face was unreadable.

‘I – I guess I am a corrupter.’ She paused. ‘But I didn’t make them do anything they didn’t want to do.’

‘Noted.’ His fingertip drifted down again, over the swell of her mound, almost stroking her pink pearl. ‘Still – you should be punished. Do you agree?’

Amanda tried to think. Her quandary was clear. She could either agree with him and be punished, or disagree with him and be punished for disagreeing. She was in such a state of submission she was honestly confused until she remembered that she
wanted
to be punished. Then her answer came easily to her. ‘Yes,’ she pronounced.

A chuckle escaped Trevor. He continued, ‘What punishment do you think is appropriate for your sin?’

Darn, more thinking. ‘A spanking?’ she asked.

‘Agreed. A spanking for starters and more, much more. You debauched them, so, as a punishment, you will be debauched in turn, by me. As you assure me that they were willing, or eager even, so shall it be with you. I’m going to test your limits, madam. I am going to subject you to the deepest humiliation and most extreme depravity a man can inflict on a woman, but in no way more than you secretly crave. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, Trevor. Thank you, Trevor. Will it hurt?’

‘You want it to, don’t you?’ he stated.

‘I’m not sure.’

‘Well, we’ll just have to find out. He spread his knees and patted his left thigh. ‘Lie across here, Amanda.’

She obeyed, trembling. His leg was solid and bulky under her tummy. As best she could, Amanda tried to relax and just hang over his leg with her hair brushing the carpet and her toes touching the floor. His big hand smoothed up the backs of her thighs, pushing her flimsy little skirt up on to her back. Feeling suddenly very vulnerable, Amanda jerked on her manacles. It did nothing but hurt her wrists.

She felt thick fingers hook into the waistband of her thong
and
drag it down to dangle around her knees. The night he’d caught her searching desks, he’d put his hand up under her skirt to touch her, but he hadn’t actually inspected her bottom the way it seemed he was doing now.

‘Are you ready to be spanked?’ he asked.

Amanda nodded. Time to close her eyes and plunge off the platform.

Trevor raised his hand.

‘Oh! I wanted to ask a question!’ She wasn’t ready – she needed more time; she was too scared. ‘How many am I to have?’

‘Forty, for a start.’

Jesus … She shivered. ‘On each cheek, or total?’

His hand came to gently rest on her bottom. ‘You’ve got such a dainty little bum, my hand pretty well covers it all, so the forty will be on both cheeks at once.’ His voice was low, a soothing rumble. He caressed her supple curves as if testing her flesh for resilience. Are you ready to be spanked?’

Once again Amanda nodded.

‘Remember what you told that lad, about smacks clipping Nola’s pussy lips?’

Amanda groaned. What had seemed quite tolerable when she was handing it out seemed absolutely cruel now that she was to be on the receiving end.

From the feel of it, he swung horizontally, clipping the under-sides of her bottom cheeks and rocking her across his thigh. ‘One,’ he said.

It stung! How could she have thought there could be pleasure in it? She remembered Nola’s joy. Maybe it got better?

Trevor’s second slap landed a bit higher, where her bottom was at its fullest and roundest. The third struck her again where the first had. Amanda’s bottom burnt.

Against her own will, her legs bent up protectively. Trevor
hooked
his right calf over them and forced them back down without losing his slow steady rhythm. Helplessly she writhed to try to escape the relentless rain of pain. It seemed as if her bottom had blossomed so that the smacks now landed sooner than before, and that it glowed from the heat of the beating. The glow began to spread, down and then between her thighs, from the surface in, until not only her skin but her insides were on fire and her blood simmered.

Amanda began to drift. Each stinging slap sent her deeper into a rosy fugue-state.

She lost count. She didn’t care. It didn’t hurt any more, quite the opposite. It was delicious. God, Trevor was wonderful! She’d never had a lover like him. Submitting to him was rapture.

Amanda climaxed, a short hard convulsion that came and went almost before she realised it. It was effortless. She burst into tears at the ease of it.

Her sobs did nothing to slow him down. If anything, they spurred him on. The spanking continued. Lust, reignited, seared through her veins. Darling Trevor! Whatever he wanted from her, no matter how depraved, she would do for him. Anything, Christ, anything, just so long as he promised to always make her feel like this.

Another orgasm was building, like a tornado it whirled faster, almost ready to touch ground. Amanda squirmed, trying to rub herself on the hard muscle of his thigh. The climax eluded her. Sudden desperation. The smacks to her ass started to hurt again. She’d never been so tender in all her life. It was cruel – he was cruel and once she’d come she’d say so. She managed to position herself so that her red-hot clit was squashed with each blow. So close … Amanda was making little wet sounds with her mouth and what was the wet on her cheeks? Tears? Never mind. So close … so close …

The spanking stopped. Her precious orgasm retreated. She babbled, ‘More, please, Trevor. Just a few more?’

He gathered her up in his arms and cuddled her head to his massive chest. His body felt like a thinly padded, leather-covered brick wall. ‘Greedy girl. Perhaps I’ll spank you again later, but for your first I promised you exactly forty smacks and I always keep my word. That
was
your first proper spanking, as an adult, wasn’t it?’

She nodded.

‘You were very brave, Amanda. I’m proud of you. It’s a shame that you had to wait so long to find out.’

‘Find out?’ Her head was thick, as if she’d just woken up. ‘Find out what?’

‘That you’re a pain-slut.’

‘Really?’ She frowned. ‘What’s that?’

Trevor laughed. ‘It’s just what it sounds like, silly. You get off on pain.’

She tried to hide her face in his shirt, suddenly embarrassed.

‘Hey, be happy. It’s a special gift. There are pleasures available to you that a lot of women are denied.’

‘OK.’ Amanda’s voice was muffled. She pressed as close to him as she could get. Trevor rocked her in his arms and smoothed her hair. Amanda felt like a girl who’d done something really clever and now was being properly appreciated for it by some big important man.