Chapter 3 #3
She laughs softly, letting me kiss her, letting me peel the cardigan off her body, letting me hold her, naked, warm and inviting, in my lap.
I lay her out in front of the fire, and spend an eternity kissing her all over, not wanting to miss an inch of her.
She lies there, her arms stretched out over her head, eyes closed, and it feels like renewal.
Like she’s cleansed herself of something, the bad that was weighing her down, and now that’s all been released, she can be more herself.
Or maybe I’m just attributing too much to the power of my dick and I’m horny as fuck again.
But I take it slow. After what she confided in me, I don’t want to rush her back into sex. She’ll let me know when she’s ready for that. For now, I just savour the taste of her skin, the small sounds she makes as my mouth continues to roam over her.
And then the fucking doorbell rings.
Amber’s eyes fly open, wide as they meet mine.
“Who the fuck is that?” She hisses, and I grunt out my frustration before dropping a quick kiss to her lips.
“Stay right here.”
I get to my feet, heading out into the hallway, yanking a sweater from the banister and pulling it on over my head.
It’s thankfully long enough to hide my raging erection, and I take a deep breath to stop myself punching whoever is ringing my damn doorbell square in the face.
I tear the door open, and there stands Kathy Coleman.
Who lives right next door to Amber’s parents.
“Morning Kathy,” I say with a wide smile, trying my best to relax, just fucking relax and act natural. “Here for a cup of sugar?” Jackass.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Theo, but I’m a little worried.” Kathy wrings her hands and glances past me into the house. “Is Laurie home?”
“No, she’s in Connecticut with her mom, seeing her grandparents, why?”
“Now, you’ll probably think I’m being silly, but last night, I was out with the dog, it was very late, and I swear I saw Amber go to her house.” She glances around us furtively, and leans closer. “With a man.”
Fucking holy shitting hell.
“Oh.” It’s all I can say, and I frown, trying to think as my heart does laps around my entire nervous system and my brain melts into a puddle somewhere near my asshole. “I, uh, I don’t know. I can ask Laurie to call her, if you’re worried. Did you, uh, did you try the door? Is she home?”
Kathy nods. “Yes, I did, of course, but there was no answer, and her parents are down in Boston. I don’t want to call and worry them if it’s nothing.”
“No, definitely, you don’t want to call them, no, not over something like this.” No, that would probably be bad, very bad. “I wouldn’t worry, Kathy. I’ll tell Laurie to check in on her, and everything’ll be fine.” I give Kathy a nod. “Right?”
Kathy shifts on her feet, and shakes her head. “It’s just so strange, you know, Amber’s a good girl, and her mother would never approve of her having a man in the house, I mean, it’s just so unlike her!”
“Maybe it was just a friend from college.” My grin feels maniacal. I’m sure it looks it. “It was probably completely innocent.”
“Morning Mrs Coleman!”
The bright voice from the driveway nearly gives me a heart attack. Kathy and I both look over at the same time, to see Amber in sweats, one earbud still in her ear, the other in her hand, her hair piled on her head. She waves to us both, a big smile on her face.
“Morning, Mr Rembrook!” Amber’s eyes meet mine, bright and sparkling.
“Amber!” Kathy throws her hands up. “What are you doing jogging in this weather?”
“I just needed to stretch my legs, Mrs Coleman. I had a long drive yesterday.” She raises a hand and waves, jogging past the house, then stops short. “Oh, Mr Rembrook?”
Speak. Speak. I clear my throat and fix a smile on my face. “Y-yes, Amber?”
“I think Laurie still has my Converse in her room, can I come in and check?”
My eyes flash to Kathy’s face, but her expression is neutral. Of course, why would it be weird for my daughter’s best friend to ask to come into my house? My guilt is beating me over the head, and I nod, sweeping a hand past me.
“Sure, come on in.”
“Thanks!” Amber jogs to the door, then stops to jab a thumb over her shoulder. “Oh, Mrs Coleman? I think Ollie got out of your yard, I saw something white and furry running towards the park.”
Kathy’s eyes widen. “That damn dog!” She breaks into a run, across my drive and out into the street, in the direction of the park.
Amber turns back to me, smiling sweetly, her hands clasped behind her back, just like they were when she appeared at my door yesterday afternoon.
“So, can I come in, sir?” She purrs, batting her eyelashes.
“Sure.” I step aside, and she slips in past me. I slam the door, and Amber yelps as I grab her arm and yank her back against me. “How did you sneak out of the house so fast?”
Amber giggles softly, relaxing into me. “I’m just very, very clever.”
“Yes, you are.” I kiss her neck, shoving a hand under her sweater and finding her braless. “Did Mrs Coleman’s dog really get out?”
“Oh, no. I must have been mistaken.” She reaches back over her shoulders, clasping her hands around the back of my neck. “I could have sworn it was her dog.”
“You’re devious.” I run both hands up under her shirt, over her soft smooth skin, and she exhales shakily as I massage her breasts. “So, so devious, pretty girl. I might have to punish you.”
“Do I need a spanking, sir?”
Dammit, the way she says that, it has me hard in an instant.
“Do you think you need a spanking, Amber?” I pinch her nipples, hard, and she lets out a squeak. “Do I need to put you over my knee?”
“I-I made poor Mrs Coleman run all that way,” she murmurs, her hips rolling against me, and she laughs with lecherous glee as she finds me already stiff and hard for her. “I probably need to be put in my place."
“You definitely do.” I should be mortified that we nearly got caught.
The guilt and shame that should be a clear sign to just stop what we’re doing, is instead morphing into something else.
Something thrilling and forbidden, that just makes this all more fun.
Like bungee jumping. Like skydiving. It’s all just a rush, some devious, depraved sport, and almost 24 hours into this weekend of experience, I want nothing more than to just keep playing.
“Now, Miss Pope, I’d like to take you to my office and play a little game with you. ”
Amber sucks in a short breath. “A game, sir?”
“Yes, Miss Pope, a game.” I walk her into my office, stopping in the middle of the room, facing my desk.
I put my hands under her sweater and peel it off over her head.
“Now, this is going to be a fun little fantasy, just for you and me, do you understand?” I sink to my knees, and roll her sweatpants down her legs.
“I understand, sir.”
She’s falling into this little fantasy way too easily, and I wonder just how many times she’s had this exact scenario already play out in her head. Bad, bad Theo. Shut the fuck up.
Amber steps out of the sweats, and stands demurely with her hands folded in front of her, dressed in nothing but her white lacy panties. Her eyes are glowing with lust as I take off my own sweater, throwing it to the ground before putting on my glasses and taking a seat behind my desk.
“I want you to pick a safe word, Miss Pope.”
She bites her lip, eyes scanning the floor before they pop back up to mine. “Bridge.”
“Bridge. Understood.” I rub my hand along my thigh. “Now, have you ever been punished like this before?”
She shakes her head.
“But you think you might like it?”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
She hooks her thumbs into her panties, and I tut, wagging my finger as I frown.
“Did I say to take those off?”
She stops instantly, and drops her hands back to her sides. “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“Good girl.” I curl two fingers and beckon her to me. “Now, come here.”
She takes a step, and I tut again, stopping her in her tracks.
“Not like that, Miss Pope. You’re being punished.”
She’s too good at this, she understands the game too fucking well, and goddamn it makes me so hard there’s no blood left anywhere in my body, it’s all drained to my engorged cock. Because Amber drops to her hands and knees, keeping her eyes on me as she crawls across the floor towards me.
“Is this better, sir?” She purrs.
“Much better.”
She crawls slowly, deliberately, and it makes me question which one of us is in control. Amber is so measured, so cool and collected even in the face of something she’s never done before, and I’m almost bursting out of my skin in anticipation.
Sweet little innocent Amber knows exactly what she’s doing.
She crawls to my side, and sits back on her folded legs, hands in her lap, gazing up at me with wide eyes.
“Now,” I say, spreading my legs. “You’ll lie across my lap. And you’ll count them out with me.”
“Count them?”
“Yes, Miss Pope. How many do you think you deserve?”
She chews on her lip. “Five?”
“I think that sounds right. Now.” I gesture to my lap, and she drapes herself across me, laying her mostly naked body over my legs, curling her arms under her. “Remember your safe word, honey.”
She nods, and I can see that she’s quivering. I am too, because it’s been a long time since I did this with anyone. I forgot how much I like to dominate. How much I like to be in control. Or at least, how much I think I am in control, because Amber sure as fuck directed this.
My sweet, kinky girl.
I loop my thumb into the panties and yank them down, baring her ass. Amber puffs out a little gasp, her whole body on edge as she waits for the strike of my hand, for the pain or pleasure or both. I rub my hand over her ass, and growl low in my throat.
“Such a pretty ass you have, Miss Pope.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I’m going to spank you now, understood?”
She nods quickly. “Yes, sir.”
Smack