The Darkside of Amanda -- ch 9
This chapter begins introducing characters that will be further developed in the story, "Judge Sandy." After I've finished with this story, I will continue with and develop "Judge Sandy."
Amanda knelt in the middle of the living room floor in the darkness of 1:00 a.m. Not a light on in the house. Her back to the kitchen, as she had been told. The house was dead silent. She could hear herself breathing and her heart pounding. Her pulse quickened when she heard the garage door going up. She knew what was coming. And yet, she didn't.
John climbed out of his squad car as the garage door closed behind him. He walked into the pantry and stood still for a minute or so, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He walked through the kitchen and stood in the doorway to the living room. He stood there for several seconds focusing on her dark figure before undressing, dropping his clothes on the floor next to him.
Amanda's heart was pounding. She knew she was safe. Yet there was the excitement of wondering what John was going to do to her. Her body began shaking as she her him walking toward her.
John carried three items with him as he walked across the floor towards her. He knelt down behind her, pulled her arms behind her and cuffed her wrists together with zip-ties, never saying a word. He then slipped a blindfold over her head, making sure it covered her eyes completely. He stood and walked over to the closest lamp and turned it on. He smiled as his eyes focused on her trembling body. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts and one of the halter-tops she had bought since moving in with him. She loved wearing them around the house when they were home alone. She knew the effect they had on John.
He walked back till he was standing in front of her with pocketknife in hand. He knelt in front of her. He held the knife next to her ear as he flipped the blade open and locked it open.
Amanda gasped when she heard the blade open, then felt its cold steel gliding across her neck and collar bone. Her halter fell from her body as he sliced the collar and then the piece holding the cups together.
"Fuck yeah!" John growled softly. "I'll never get enough of these tits." He laid the knife down, then slapped her breast as he chuckled. "You love this. Don't you, my dirty little slut?" He began slapping her breasts, back and forth.
Amanda moaned softly as the abuse she desperately craved slowly took her back in time. John had tried for several months to help her work through the psychological hold that night in college had on her. He slowly came to the realization, her mind going back to that night was her narcotic that she'd never be completely free from. She craved it as much as she hated it. "Yes!" She hissed. "I do love it!"
A transformation had also overtaken John over the last few months. He had never thought of himself, or even shown evidence, that he was an abusive man. And even now, the thought of losing his temper and hurting Amanda in a violent rage was repulsive to him. Yet, there was an eroticism and excitement that gripped him every time he took her and had his fun with her. The allurement of their erotic coupling was only compounded by his knowing that she genuinely craved it. Hearing her groan and beg for it. Watching and feeling her body responding. That was John's narcotic.
But he'd also discovered that the "Law of Diminishing Returns" was slowly having an affect on him, as well as Amanda. The harder and deeper he took her. The more his mind craved the euphoria of his sexual domination of her. Amanda had opened a door in his psyche to a room he had never explored before. A room that the more he explored, the more he liked it. A room he found consuming his thoughts throughout his day. A room he began wondering if Amanda might regret opening someday.
"Thought about this all day." He growled as he pinched her nipples, slowly increasing the pressure till Amanda's mouth opened as she gasped. Her gasp morphing into a guttural scream as the pressure quickly became a searing pain.
"Aaaahhhh! FUCK YOU!" She screamed as her body shook.
John laughed. This was all part of their routine now. A routine he was enjoying with increasing pleasure each time he took her a little rougher each time this scenario played out. He pulled her nipples out as he maintained the pinching pressure. Then he released them and slapped them. "Fuck you?! Is that anyway to talk to your owner?" He asked laughing.
His laughter sent Amanda to that night. It was always his laughter that sent her back. All those voices laughing at her, degrading her, taunting her. All those voices reminding her what she was as their cocks violated her over and over, filling her with their cum, covering her with their cum. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" She cried out.
John grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her tight as he continued to slap her breasts, back and forth. "You don't fool me bitch! You love this!"
Amanda knew he was right. She did love it. She loved everything about it. She almost lost her balance, falling into John's body, when he pulled her head forward, pushing it down till his cock filled her mouth.
"Fuck yeah!" John moaned his approval. "I'll never get tired of this either. Oh fuck yeah!" He groaned over and over. The feel of her mouth wrapped around his shaft, her tongue swirling around it, her lips gliding up and down it, sucking on it with the eagerness of a newborn nursing at their mother's breast. This was something he'd never grow tired of. There were times he enjoyed it more than riding her pussy. This was one of those times.
He laughed again as he looked down at her bobbing head. "Fuck! You are good!" He lightly slapped the side of her face as a wicked thought came to mind. "I could make a lot of money off your slut skills." He taunted her laughing. "Sell your services at one of the strip clubs in the county."
His words made Amanda squeal, even as her mouth remained stuffed with his cock. The thought of John selling her services like a common whore would be the ultimate display of ownership.
John laughed again. "Don't worry baby. I'm not going to share you. You're my whore. The only cock you'll be servicing from now on is mine." He pumped her head up and down with one hand, reaching under her body and grabbing one of her hanging udders with the other hand. His fingers dug into her tender tit flesh as he growled. "You are the fucking, sexiest bitch any man could have." He began to grunt as his orgasm built. "Suck it baby! Almost there!"
Several grunts later. "OH FUCK!" John held her head steady, his cock buried inside her mouth as his orgasm took control. Her mouth felt like a vacuum locked on his cock. John's stomach began to cramp up, the sensations were so intense.
Amanda didn't need to be held in place as she drained him. She would have gladly sucked on his manhood for as long as he wanted her. She belonged to this man who had captured her heart and mind. He accepted her for who and what she was. He understood her need for what it was, and loved her not just in spite of it, but because of it.
John released her head as his orgasm waned, reaching for his knife and cutting zip-ties from her wrists. He marveled at her appetite as she continued to suckle and kiss his manhood as his cock deflated.
Amanda cradled his cock and balls with her hands as soon as they were cut free. Gently massaging and caressing them as she purred like a contented cat. John knelt there for several minutes, watching her, before lifting her. Amanda threw her arms around his neck. "I love you baby." She gasped in his ear. Her voice raspy.
