Chapter 5 Amon
AMON
“Two hundred and twenty-five, baby!” Chuck cheers, popping a bottle of champagne beside me. Normally, I have a no-drink and no-girls rule for the office, but today, I’ve made an exception.
The rest of my best traders cheer, raising their glasses to be filled as Chuck does some terrible dance that I should fire him for.
I puff my cigar and watch the madness spill out into the conference room where a handful of exotic dancers shake their asses from the table.
Not the most professional atmosphere at work today, and I should stop it, but even the women who work for me are getting into it, tossing dollar bills like rappers in a music video.
I should be just as psyched. This trade is already being talked about by every other fund on the street. Anyone left who may have doubted me has been silenced.
For some reason, today’s win feels empty, lacking, superficial. I can’t stop myself from thinking about Joan.
What’s she doing right now? I left a list of things for her. Is she sweeping the upstairs? Cleaning the bathtub? Doing my laundry?
She took her punishment well. And last night, when I caught her staring into the closet, I saw that thing in her eyes—that unexplainable flicker of desire yet unrealized.
She’s still holding back, and I don’t know how long I can keep myself from claiming her.
“We’re the big boys now!” Chuck hollers, shifting his dance to something even more ridiculous.
He notices me still sitting at my desk and quickly starts whispering to one of the dancers.
Oh, God. Not this.
Leading her by the arm, he walks her right into my office like a personal gift. She’s pretty, and wearing black lace stockings, a G-string, and a lace bra that looks like it could fall off at any moment.
“Candy, meet Amon Bleakson,” Chuck smirks proudly. “He’s the head honcho here at Bleaks Capital.”
“Oh, is he?” Candy asks, stretching a leg over my desk. She leans in, battering me with the scent of cheap perfume. “You must be quite the guy.”
“Chuck?” I snap, leaning around her.
“Yeah, boss?”
“Get her out of here.”
Candy stiffens. She certainly wasn’t expecting that. She’s used to men fawning all over her—paying for her attention. But that’s not me. Especially not now.
“You sure?” she asks, but Chuck quickly hurries her from the room, stuffing some more ones in her G-string. He closes the door behind her and turns to me.
“The hell’s wrong with you?”
Chuck’s the only guy in the office I’d let talk to me this way. He’s been loyal since day one, but right now, even he can see my mind is elsewhere.
“Leave it alone,” I respond, my voice low.
“Since when are you one to turn down champagne and babes?” He smirks.
I turn away from him, my brain spinning back to the house, tugging at me like invisible chains. Like inevitability. I thought I’d crushed all romantic feelings inside me. They make you weak, soft. I haven’t touched any of the dancers, but just being in their presence has me feeling guilty.
“Ridiculous…” I mutter.
“What’s that, boss?”
“Not you,” I snap, grabbing my jacket. “Enjoy the celebration.”
I brush past him, jaw clenched tight, pulse throbbing.
“Clocking out early? Seriously?” he asks, shocked. But I just keep moving.
My body is raging as I make my way to the elevator. It’s all I can do to keep things together. Today we’re celebrating a massive victory, but that victory can’t hold a candle to her.
And that’s a problem.
It was always my dream to surpass my father. To not be beholden to him and his wealth. And now I’ve done that. I have it all. All the cars, the toys, the women falling at my feet. But I want more.
Joan is an enigma. She doesn’t just give herself over to me. She knows it’s wrong. She thinks it’s a sin.
My knuckles go white as I grip the wheel, blood pulsing to my cock as I drive home. I can’t stop thinking about last night…
The way she cried out like a scared little cat. The way she struggled like she thought she had a chance to fight me off. But most of all, the way she trembled as she received her punishment.
She’ll make another mistake, and I’ll be waiting…
The house is quiet when I enter. I left a hefty list of chores for Joan to do today, but she’s nowhere to be found. It’s only when I go into the laundry room that I find her, folding my shirts.
My lips twist into a smile as I watch. This is it. She blew it.
“You used heat,” I say, startling her. She jumps and spins, her perky tits bouncing beneath her loose shirt. They’re so full. So feminine. What a waste it would be to let her take her vows and seal herself away from society.
From me…
“I-I what?” she stammers, already red in the face.
I reach past her and place my hands on my shirts, feeling the warmth from the dryer. “You used heat. I told you not to. They’re ruined.”
I should be furious. A whole load of finely-tailored shirts, completely destroyed because she couldn’t listen to a simple command.
But I’m not furious. In fact, I’m buzzing, my pulse pounding hard through my veins. Joan made a mistake. And with that mistake comes punishment.
“Shit, I’m sorry—” she replies, hiding her face.
“You also shouldn’t swear, my little nun,” I reply, taking her by the wrist. “You know what happens next.”
We both just stare at each other for a second. I’ve never seen such beauty, such perfection, such untapped potential. Even she doesn’t know what she’s capable of.
But I’m going to show her.
“No, Amon, no!” She yelps as I lead her upstairs. Her bare feet pad on the hardwood floor as we approach the closet.
She’s putting on a good show of protesting, but her tone says what she really wants.
I wrench the closet door open. “Guess you shouldn’t have used heat on my shirts.”
“Amon, I swear, I’ll never do it again!”
I have her wrists tied in an instant. She squirms and squeals, exciting me more, causing my cock to swell and fight against the fly of my pants. Even my belt buckle is straining from the pressure of my lust for her.
I will claim her fully. But not yet.
She’s wearing a loose pair of sweatpants. I grab them by the hem and with one swift pull, tear them off her. I suck in a sharp, unexpected gasp as I stare, my pulse pounding in my neck.
She’s not wearing any panties. And right there between her soft, pale thighs is the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen.
It’s pink, bare, and gleaming with arousal. No hiding it now, my nun.
My thoughts are primal as I take her right ankle and secure it to the floor. I want to drag my tongue up that slick little channel and suck her clit until she’s screaming my name. Make her say what we already both know: that she wants me.
“Amon…” she whimpers as I secure her left ankle. A glistening string of pussy juice drips from her slit, as if tempting my tongue. It falls on the saddle, as if preparing it for her.
I want to rip off her top, suck her plump tits, and take her in every imaginable position. She’s a feast for the eyes. A drug. And if I’m not careful, I might just overdose.
I firmly position her on the saddle and watch as her pussy lips spread slightly, revealing her precious clit.
“Time for another ride.” I smile, twisting the knob on the remote.
She opens her mouth to speak, but her throat tightens as the vibrations hit her. I watch her lips twist in a silent gasp.
Her tits jiggle beneath her shirt as the vibrations roll through her, but the fabric still hides her full beauty from me. I lean in and lift the hem, tucking it into her neckline, exposing the full perfection of her breasts.
“Christ…” I mutter, raising the power.
This time, a moan escapes Joan’s lips. I can barely hear it over the hum of the toy, but she throws her head back, and I watch as her entire body starts to shake.
“Amon…”
“You wanted this,” I tell her. “That’s why you used heat on my shirts.”
Looking down, I see the toy is soaked—dripping with Joan’s arousal. She’s trying to hide it, but I can see her hips bucking back against it now. She wants to get the perfect angle on her little pleasure button.
And she does.
Her body shakes, and she lets out an adorable little mewl. I close my eyes, sniff hard, and soak my lungs in the heavenly scent of her.
She somehow manages to bring her eyes to mine. I see the want in them—the desire for more.
You can’t hide from me…
“Oh my God…” she mutters, her body quivering as I step back. The machine still hums, causing her to jolt with aftershocks of intense sensitivity.
I’m just about to thumb the off-button when she speaks.
“Okay, let me off now…”
I stop. “Excuse me?”
She’s panting heavily, and I can see a gleam of sweat causing her skin to glisten. The machine is soaked in her juices.
“I said…let me off now!”
Her tone actually surprises me. She’s shouting at me like I just put her through something she wasn’t begging me for. My jaw clenches on its own as I stare back at her. Then I smile.
“Ah, I see, my little nun. You want to piss me off so I punish you more.”
I thumb the off-button and watch as desperation comes over her. “What? N-no. I want you to let me off this thing.”
Shaking my head, I untie her wrists and let her down.
“You can’t lie to me,” I say, backing away. “I’ll let you undo your ankles.”
“Amon!” she calls after me, but I’m already on my way to my bedroom.
I’ll have her. Soon.
But it will be according to my rules.