Amanda was glad to get to her room. She carelessly tossed her things on the bed as she thought, "who does that bastard think he is?"
Amanda had never been the typical preacher's wife, there had always been an under currant to her, a risk taker, a lust for danger and a touch of rebellion.
"If you want dressed up, you've got it you pompous ass,"
Amanda said aloud to her self.
As much as Amanda didn't want to admit it, her Bosses words had stung and that was exactly what he wanted.
As Amanda glided into the room every eye was on her, which was exactly what she wanted.
She had purposely dressed to disarm her Boss, but little did Amanda know, that it would back fire.
The producers of her TV Show had always told her, "that black commanded attention," and so Amanda wore black.
The men at the table stood as her Boss waved her over to his side, he observed as the Latin men looked Amanda up and down.
It had been another of his reasons for hiring Amanda,
Latin men loved American blondes, and bi-lingual only added to the mystic.
"Yes James thought to himself "
"This was going to be a memorable evening."
The deal was sealed, and Amanda made her way from the rest room back to the table.
"Sit her Boss commanded," as he cut his eyes at her, pushing a glass of red wine towards her.
Amanda bit her lip to keep from, "saying screw you," and sat glaring at him, as she took a drink of wine.
"Indulge me, James sarcastically stated," as he looked down viewing the lace at the top of her thigh high black stockings.
Amanda flushed, as she pulled the slit to the dress she was wearing together.
"Let the games begin James thought to him self."
James leaned in and growled in Amanda's direction, "I wasn't aware that Preacher's wives wore lingerie Amanda. I thought just bad girls dressed like that."
"Are you a bad girl Amanda?"
Amanda slammed the glass of red wine down, and rose to leave, as her Boss stood, and calmly took her arm, and led her in the direction of the elevator.
Amanda stood at the back of the elevator shaking, she was so mad.
As soon as the doors shut James swooped up on her, he pinned her arms at her side, and leaned in, growling in her ear, "I can show you things, things about your self Amanda." "Let me show you, you don't have to do anything," "I'll do everything, come on Amanda he said leading her to his room."
James shut the door to the room, and pinned Amanda to the wall, he pulled her arms over her head with his left hand subduing her, and shoved his right hand under her dress yanking her underwear to the side. "You are soaking wet Amanda."
"He growled keep your hands up, and don't move them."
"Don't do anything with out my permission," he yanked her dress over, and pulled her bra up, rolling her nipple in between two fingers, and twisting just to the point of pain, as he shoved his finger in and out of her, and rubbed her clit with his thumb. "Cum for me you smart ass little bitch," "all over my hand."
He grabbed a hand full of hair, forcing her to look at him. "Do it Amanda!" James studied her contorted face, as he sadistically eyed her.
He covered her mouth as she screamed out convulsing.
James growled in her ear, "I'm going to show you just how slutty that you will be for me." "Don't move he said," as he ran his finger up and down her slit.
He plunged his finger in and out of her as he studied her face, he leaned in and hissed, "cum for Sir."
She screamed out, as he held her up, to keep her from falling. "That's a good girl," "good girl he cooed in her ear," as she fell into him sobbing.......
James carried Amanda to her room, and undressed her, and put her to bed, then turned and left, he would need to be patient with this one.
James was already aware of the fact, that Amanda would try to run, but he had taken care of that too.
Amanda awoke the next morning with the previous night flooding her memory as she continued to say, "Oh God, Oh Jesus, Oh God, Oh Jesus," "What have I done?"
"Ok coffee," "and a shower and I'm out of here." Amanda was going to do what she always did...Run...
Amanda exited the shower, and sat down to apply makeup, as she told her self, "that she would never breathe a word of this to anyone."
She reasoned to herself that she would quit her job, and go back to her ho hum, doldrums life.
James stood in the doorway and watched Amanda talk to herself, "over and over she kept saying," "this never happened."
He couldn't resist...
"What never happened, Amanda?"
"Oh shit she said," jumping and almost stabbing herself in the eye with a mascara brush.
James was on a roll, "Why I have never heard a preacher's wife cuss like a sailor, and a TV Preacher at that."
"Screw you James, Amanda lashed out."
James leaned down and growled in Amanda's ear, "That is screw you Sir to you little girl," "and you better have your ass dressed, and ready for a meeting in thirty minutes."
James slipped his hand inside her robe, and tweaked her nipple, and as she tried to slap his hand away, he squeezed down twisting, until she groaned.
He leaned in and taunted, "You might need to change those panties, Amanda."
Amanda made her way down to the meeting with her head held high, and her back straight, the men rose and James instructed her to sit by him.
The meeting went without a hitch, and as soon as it was over, Amanda made her way towards the elevator with plans to make an early flight home.
Amanda had one thought in mind run. She frantically packed her bags and headed towards the door.
"Where do you think that you are going, Amanda?"
James walked towards her, as she frantically backed away, until he had her backed into the bed, she felt trapped, panicked.
Amanda put her hands out with her palms in front of her and said, "Look all I want to do is go home."
"I will never mention this to anybody," she finished her sentence with, "it never happened."
"So you think that you are permitted to go without my permission," James coldly eyed her, waiting for her answer.
Amanda backed away on the bed and said, "I don't work for you anymore."
James raised his eyebrows and glared at her asking, "And what gave you the idea, that this was your decision?"
Now Amanda was mad, no longer scared just mad, and she stated, "I'm a grown ass woman, and I said I don't work for you anymore."
"Well Amanda this says different," James held up a flash drive a computer memory stick.
Amanda lost it, lunging at James to try to grab it.
James shoved the stick into his pocket, and sat on top of Amanda, pinning her arms down with his knees, in one swift move.
He glared down on her as he removed his belt and tied her hands up over her head.
Amanda was screaming and kicking as he removed his tie and gagged her with it, tying it around the back of her head to insure that it didn't shift.
Shhhhh, he cooed in her ear, I'm not going to hurt you.
James pulled her bottom lip down with his thumb, he leaned down and said, "Calm down girl."
He watched her chest as it heaved up and down while he unbuttoned her shirt.
She wildly shook her head back and forth as he took a nipple, and ran it between two fingers.
He watched her transform before his very eyes. It was one of his favorite things to do, watch a woman go from fighting to submitting.
He squeezed on the nipple as he studied her face. "That's a good girl he cooed," as he watched her head fall limply to the side.
He leaned down taking the nipple into his mouth alternating sucking, licking and lightly chewing, she groaned from somewhere deep in her throat.
He pulled her dress up and moved her panties to the side as he stated, "Oh that's a good little sub, you are soaking wet."