A Holiday Of Pain And Pleasure

The first letter came a year and three months after the incident. I found it tucked in my lingerie closet with a red stamp that read, EMK. "Amber Riley," the letter read, "I know what you did. I've taken a lot of time to reflect on it, and I believe it's time you atone for your sins." "It's been a year and three months and that should have been enough time to enjoy your freedom. Now, I'm going to make you pay for what you did, in my own way." "I've watched you for the last couple of months. You've moved from scared to haunted, healing to letting go, and now, you're trying to move on, which is cute." "Gosh. Now that I've thought of how gracefully you carried yourself throughout that phase of your life. I'm fuckin hard and needy." "All I can think of right now is tracing a long line along your neck with my lips and running my tongue along your bare skin. I wish I'd come for you earlier. But I didn't want to rush you." "I really need to tell you what's going to happen in t

I didn't open my Dorm door like I was asked to. But it didn't matter because after what seemed like a minute or more, the door was unlocked from outside, and a man in a very dark suit stood there looking at me."I've been told to bring you." That was all he said to me.I was shaking, shivering, and sobbing profusely. I didn't pack any bags, nor did I remember to change out of the tight-fitted dress I wore to the party.My brain wasn't working at a reasonable capacity. I just nodded and followed him to a Mercedes sedan parked and hidden under the long line of pine trees outside the Dorm building.I didn't lock my room, I even left Dick's boxed 'dick' lying on the floor. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked the man. I didn't even know his name, but I was certain he wasn't EMK."I would never hurt you." He replied. His words of assurance offered me little comfort, but I still had to remind myself that I was being blackmailed into going to be with a man who had insinuated that he would f

The hustle and bustling life of New York City always had a way of driving me insane, making me desperate for the calmness I get from Kinston. My peaceful place of solitude.And now that I had someone waiting for me at home, the urge to go back turned incredibly severe.'My Darling Amber'."Anything else that I should be worried about?" I asked Jo, the HR of my New York office.He shook his head. "Everything can be taken care of from a distance, Sir.""Great. So that's an early start for me. How is your family anyway? New York is such a busy place that people tend to forget to check up on each other." Jo flashed that magnificent smile of his. "Everybody is doing okay. We're planning on visiting Africa during my annual leave this year. I finally got Billy to agree." He said happily.Billy is his wife. One of the few women I respect so much because she helps bring out the best in her husband, and that makes it easy for everyone at the office."That is such a beautiful thing to do. I bel

The next day started early for me. Rose came to call me from my room because someone was waiting for me downstairs.I managed to rush through oral care before rushing down to see who. I’d initially thought it was Emmett and wondered if he decided to come back earlier than he planned.But when I got to the sitting room, I met a fair charming lady with a very beautiful and welcoming smile.“Miss Riley.” She called, standing up.“Hi,” I replied, clueless. “You’re looking for me?” I had no idea who the lady was and why she would be looking for me.“Yes. I’m April. Uh... I’m here to help you decide on the best type of contraceptive you should opt for.” April explained. “Contraceptive?” I asked.She nodded, looking everywhere but at me. I know having a contraceptive in place was the best thing to do. But I just didn’t think of it before now. And it felt somehow strange that Emmett thought about it before me.April went ahead and explained the basics to me. And I opted for one of the hormon

I had hoped for an uneventful breakfast the next morning. Just like the first day, Emmett didn’t spend the night in my room. He left after cleaning me up and tucking me into bed with the strict instruction that I don’t touch myself to get off. My body buzzed endlessly all through the night, but I couldn’t get myself to disobey him. Now that I think of it, I don’t even understand why. When he joined me at the dining table for breakfast, I was in a complicated mood. On one hand, I was ecstatically happy to know that at the end of all of this, I wouldn’t lose my scholarship at Kinston. And nobody would find out what I did. For that, I was very grateful. But on the other, I felt like a mere helpless toy set out to be used by a man anyhow he pleases. Being with Emmett was nothing like I’d experienced before. Not even with my ex-boyfriend back in my hometown before I moved to Kinston with my mother. In my previous relationship, I was in full control of my feelings, but with Emmett,