I woke up to an empty bed. I had no idea how long I'd slept. All I could remember last night was EMK walking out of the room after ordering me to bed.
I shut my eyes, recalling his face, hair, the color of his eyes, his high-sharp cheekbones, his devilish smile, and I don't even want to remember his body frame. Christ! The man was too perfect to be human. Unless, of course, he turns out not to be human after all. That would scare me, but I won't doubt the possibility. I sat up on the large bed and tried to think of what to do. Why did I agree to this? Well, technically, I didn't. But did I even have a choice? A few maybe. I could have opened up to my Mom and had her help me with a much safer alternative. I could have confessed and faced being persecuted. I could have tried reporting him to the police. Although I doubt that would work. A man as wealthy as EMK must be influential. Sighing at my predicament, I thought of what I could possibly wear after taking a shower because I was seriously in need of one. But I had no idea where I could get a spare dress. A knock came on the door and I drew the blanket to my shoulder and called the person in. An elderly woman came in with clean towels and toiletries. "Good morning Miss. Amber." She greeted me. "These are for you. I'll put them in the bathroom." "Thank you," I said and waited for her to come out of the bathroom before I asked. "Please ma'am, Is there a way to get a dress I can change into? I'd love to take a shower, but I don't have spare clothes." She pointed to the wardrobe in the room. "Your clothes are in there. You can call me Rose." She flashed a smile. "Oh... I'm Amber, but you know that already." I replied, "And thank you so much." "You're welcome. Breakfast is downstairs. You can come down when you're done." She added before disappearing from the room. True to her words, there were clothes and underwear for me in the wardrobe. All new and fitting. I fit into one and rushed downstairs for breakfast. The dining room table was filled with several meals, and I wondered if other people were joining me for breakfast. But Rose confirmed that it was just me. A note with the EMK seal was on the table, waiting for me. I hurriedly tore it open and started reading through it. "Good morning, Amber," "I had a blissful night, how was yours? An emergency that requires my attention came up. But after this weekend, I'll only go to work when it's really necessary." "I'll try to keep you company as much as I can until your semester break is over. That would give us enough time to get into everything I want to do to you." "The guard I assigned to you told me you rarely eat enough at school. This break is also an opportunity to correct that. I want you to eat as much as you can because you need to." "Remember, absolute obedience is one of the things I want from you. So eat your food." I sighed angrily, hating the fact that he does nothing but order me around like I had no choice of my own. "And if I don't obey you, what would you do? I don't have a fucking penis." I murmured angrily and continued reading. "Are you wondering what I will do to you if you don't obey me?" "Christ! Is this man a mind-reader or something?" I asked rhetorically. "If you don’t eat your food to my satisfaction, then I’m going to tie you to the goddamn bed and feed you my cock." "Just so you know, there are cameras in this house and I'm watching you right now. So, eat your food, Amber." My eyes widened. Not from fear, but from the image the note just succeeded in putting in my head. I looked around for a camera. But I didn't see any. The thought of EMK looking at me right now and maybe smiling, made my nipples so hard that they strained against the thin fabric of my dress. I turned my attention back to the note, my mouth watering at the thought of his cock inside it. "Have you ever been cuffed to a bed and fucked senseless before? Well, I'm going to do that to you. And you have nothing to worry about Amber; you'll beg for my cock." "I'm telling you all this because I need you to know some of my plans for you. You have till the weekend to prep your mind. Because when I get home, I'll wreck you sexually." "I will fuck you in various ways and positions. I will show you all the beautiful things your body can do. However, I will require your permission to do whatever I want to do with your body and I know you'll grant me that." "Your Mom knows you won't be coming home for Christmas because you have to take this very important extracurricular class on a new course that would help build your CGPA in the coming semester." "Don't think too much about it, I made that up. But she doesn't know. Your phone is with me; your roommate knows you had an emergency at home, and you had to travel today." "Now eat your food and ponder on everything you just read. I'll see you in two days, Amber." EMK~EMK's POV . 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 beautif
EMMETT'S POV . She pushed the blanket aside and pulled her panties down her legs. 'Holy shit'. My cock became excruciatingly painful. She adjusted her head on the pillow and started rubbing her clit. I was groaning painfully, and Amber was clutching the blanket with hard intensity. Her book was now lying haphazardly on the floor "Fuck yourself, Amber. Let me hear how wet your pussy is through the phone." She moaned so loud, making me so fuckin proud of erupting such a feeling from her. "So fucking wet for me," I said as I stroked myself harder and the veins of my cock seemed to have become engorged with excess blood supply. "Fuck!" I growled. "Pull off your clothes. I want you naked." She did as she was told. At the sight of her naked body, I felt a surge of desire course through me. Her soft curves and creamy skin were on full display, and they were even more beautiful than I'd imagined. My breath caught. "You are such a good girl, I'm so proud of you," I groaned. "Touc
AMBER'S POV . 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 opte
EMMETT'S POV . Seated at the Clubhouse waiting for Jonathan Briggs, I regretted not going home to see Amber first before coming here. The sight of her alone and her voice would have done a lot to my soul. And I didn't want to speak to her on the phone while I was still within the confines of this godforsaken Clubhouse. When I caught sight of Jonathan, the son of one of the founding fathers of this town, just like my father and his fathers before him. He flashed me a smile and hurriedly closed the distance between us. "Emmett." He called offering a handshake. We shook hands and he took a seat beside me. "It's great to see you." He said. "Wish I could say the same." I replied. Jonathan laughed. "Yeah, you probably have your hands too full at the moment. How's she? Your new playthi-" "Stop it." I shot at him before he could complete his words. "Easy," Jonathan said, raising both hands in surrender. Then he frowned and looked up to the open lawn. "I don't know who she is. B
AMBER'S POV . "I can't believe we love the same type of books." Rachel's voice filled the car. "You love all that darkness, erotic scenes, steamy and mind-blowing..." "Oh my god, Rachel," I called to shut her up and she giggled sweetly. I laughed at her carefree nature while sparing a glance at Wynne, my cheeks red with embarrassment. "Oh forget Wynne. He's too boring to give a care." Rachel said and Wynne shook his head, a smile in place. An expression I've never seen on his face before except now. Well, that's proof he was actually listening to us. "Ever read a very explicit dark romance that pays good attention to the description of the Male lead's dick, for better imagination?" "Oh my god, Rachel." I nudged her shoulder, and she scowled at me. "What. It's just a harmless question." "You need to stop fantasizing about the men in these sorts of books. They’re not real, and most of the descriptions are... well not realistic if you ask me." I said. "They are realistic. W
Rachel and I stepped out of the car. Her silver dress was anything but calm, with tiny handmade petals and feathers fixed to a bow and attached to the back of her dress. Yet she couldn't stop complimenting my almost plain black sequin dress with only rhinestones and a slit to it. Well, my curly hair did make it look more attractive, and the glowy shimmer oil Rachel made me use on my skin gave it a very beautiful glow under the fluorescent-lit bulbs in the club. Once we got in and settled at the VIP section which had the celebrant and the other guests that came for the party. The celebrant was celebrating her new car by the way. "Jader, Gladys, Tessa, and Flora." Rachel introduced me to her friends. "And this is Olivia, the celebrant." She added. Olivia gave me a once-over first for a brief second, and when she was convinced that I was worth introducing to the rest of her guests, she nudged me ahead. "Hello, Amber," Olivia called. "Hello, congratulations. It's nice meeting you a
Surprisingly, even with the amount of liquor changing hands in the club and the large amount of alcohol everyone was consuming, the ladies' restroom was empty. When I was done with the toilet, I went over to the sink to wash my hands. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. 'Am I happy? Should I tell my Mom everything if she calls me?' I had no idea if that would be a wise thing to do. My Mom would never tell on me. Instead, she'll want to find a way to shield me from the possible danger of my crime. Even if it meant us going back to my father. Hell no, I would rather turn myself to the police than go back to my father. Not after what he did. My Mom and I have worked so hard to be here after his betrayal. And I'll be damned if I'm the reason we have to go back to him. So telling my mother is off the table. Not going to work. Just as I was about to turn from the wash basin, I felt a masculine hand on me and then a loud thud that made my entire body ache with pain. The intruder
The door to the room fell on the floor with a huge bang startling both of us. "What the fuck!" The man cussed, turning his attention to the door. With a gun and a knife still pointed at me, I remained still, and instead of looking at the intruder who kicked the restroom down, my gaze remained trained on my aggressor. "Put it down, Denver." I heard an unfamiliar voice say from the door. Denver, that was my attacker's name. "And if I don't?" Denver queried, a devilish smirk on his face. "Then I'll kill you." The voice from the door said. A few seconds passed and I watched Denver silently weigh his options. "Fuck you." He said and put down the knife. But then he pointed the gun at the man. That gave me the chance to look at the man standing at the door. But not enough time to notice the swiftness of his movement as he knocked the gun off Denver's hand. The next minute, Denver was on the floor receiving endless blows to his face. Terrified, I rushed to the door to get help, but bu
"Now, I'll ask you again, Amber. What do you know about us?" He asked, positioning his hand like an imaginary cuff, very close to my neck. "I don’t know anything," I swore to him. But then he brought his fingers closer and squeezed, cutting off the possible air I could manage to get. "Please," I said, pulling uselessly at my bound hands. "I don’t know anything else." "I heard you were kidnapped a couple of weeks ago. Is that true? He asked. "No. That's not true." I replied."It's not?" He asked, frowning."Yes, it's not," I replied."I also heard someone broke into your room a couple of days ago. Is that a lie too?""Yes." I breathed out."Would you swear on your life that these things didn't happen?" "They didn't happen," I replied, sounding so sure."And your roommate, did she see anything?"I shook my head. "She didn't.""Are you sure about that?""A hundred percent," I replied. Finally, his hold on my throat reduced to a bearable extent.He knew all of these things happened.
A shudder passed over me forcing me to push myself up. "Oh, she's good now," said the tall guy. "Can I remove the blindfold?" I asked. "No. It was nice of you to ask. I told you she’d cooperate," Jonathan muttered. "Are you all right, Amber?" He asked.I nodded, getting more comfortable in the seat. "Don’t worry," the guy behind the wheels said, "We won’t hurt you. Not like that." "Thank you for the assurance." I whispered and pulled my nightgown down to cover my thighs better.""We aren't looking, either," Jonathan assured me. "None of us are looking.""Yeah, the tall guy said. "I've got my own girlfriend to torment." He sighed."You all do." The guy behind the wheels announced. "I think she needed to hear that too." He muttered. "Is Francis here?" I asked. "No," Jonathan answered. "But you'll see him soon. We're taking you to him." I stiffened. "He won't touch you, you have absolutely nothing to worry about," Jonathan added."But he has a problem with me. He didn't seem to l
The night felt like an infinity kind of night. I’ve had a lot of lonely nights in my lifetime, but tonight felt like the loneliest. Maybe I'm being dramatic. Maybe the night seems to be stretching forever because I’ve put all the other lonely nights in my lifetime out of my mind so I could move forward without all of that weighing me down. It took everlasting before my body felt exhausted enough to finally fall asleep. But I woke up abruptly, swatting at my arm on instinct. It felt like I'd been stung by an insect, or maybe a bug bit me. I could no longer feel my legs, so I reached for my blanket to throw it back so I could jump out of bed and check for any bugs on it.Only then did I realize that I couldn't feel my arms too. Not only that, my arms felt so heavy that they couldn't pick up the blanket, nor could my legs move. My eyes widened in horror as I tried again to pick up the blanket. But I couldn't I became confused. Then my gaze jumped to movements in the shadows in my ro
When I got back to Emmett's house, I didn't have the words to explain how I was feeling. Guilty, tense, and stupid. Why am I still with him? Security is a lame excuse because if that is the case, I could even hire a bodyguard with the kind of money in my account. If I go out there physically for house hunting, I would definitely get a nice apartment in a day or two. So, what exactly is my excuse to keep staying with Emmett?I met him in the living room and when he saw me, he was immediately worried. "Amber," he called, "something is wrong, tell me what."I shook my head, "Nah, everything’s great." "But?"I tried to internally figure out where the hell to go from here. I didn't want to stay here anymore. I don’t even know how I feel about Emmett anymore."The locks in my dorm room have been changed," I told him, hating how thick and emotion-filled my voice sounded. "I can’t imagine anyone attacking me again when news has it that I'm dating Emmett King." I could feel his gaze on me,
Gracie waited for a while, yet I said nothing. Then she continued. "I hope you do know that if any of them decide to murder you, nothing, absolutely nothing, would be done about it?" She asked, hoping she'd get a reply from me at this point. But I still said nothing.I wanted to say something, to defend myself at least. But the words weren't just coming. She was speaking again, so I tried to shift my focus and concentrate on what she was saying. "Anyway, since it seems this is the kind of life you want, I really wish you luck with all of this. I hope you make good decisions and stay away from these men because your life and affinity to live long actually depend on it. But I'd like to let you know that I can’t be involved in whatever you have going on. I don’t want to get mixed up with the people you’re mixed up with. I don’t want to be the next gunshot victim. I-I'm moving out of the dorm. I'll let student affairs know. Maybe they'll get you another roommate or something." "Oh..." T
Olivia sent me a couple of apartment videos and none of them came close to what I was looking for. Justin's recommendations were even better. The more she sent them, the shittier they got. I soon gave up, and she promised to get more videos or maybe take me to see more places in the coming week. So I eased up and got busy with my books. Emmett was home in his study, getting a couple of things done. On days like this, I tend to forget how young he is, with the amount of work he does and the dedication he puts in. He called my mom earlier and we spoke to her. Mom was happy that I was okay, and she discussed yesterday's game with Emmett. I was shocked to find out that they'd been speaking on the phone almost every day, even while I wasn't on talking terms with Em. My new phone finally rang for the first time since I officially launched it last night. It was Gracie. "Hey roomie, how are you?" I asked, picking up the call. She sighed. "I'm fine, but we need to talk." "Oh okay,
We ate dinner much later, after putting my old SIM card in my new phone and starting it up. Gracie's number kept going to voicemail each time I attempted to call. When I couldn't take it anymore, I convinced Emmett to take me to my dorm room, just to be sure Gracie wasn't there. He agreed, and when we got there, Gracie wasn't home, and from the look of things, it didn't seem like she had been there since the break-in. On our way back, I dropped a voicemail for her, asking if she was okay. And did the same via a text message. "What do you plan on doing this weekend?" Emmett asked as we drove off. "Check out some of the houses I'd possibly get. Shit! I need to drop a message to Olivia; she promised to send me a couple of options to choose from." "Olivia Tampa?" He asked. "Aston's sister, yes," I replied. "What if I offer you my place for rent? It has everything you need, and the security is topnotch." "Are you going to stay there with me?" I asked. He grinned and took a moment
When I finally got back to Emmett's home, it was evening already and I was totally exhausted. Wynne took the car keys to park the car. "Is Emmett home?" I asked him. "Just got back." He replied with a small smile. "Thank you," I said and paused. "Not just for now, for always. For your kindness. For saving me the other day. Emmett told me." "It's my job, Amber." He replied. "You don't have to thank me, at all." "Still." I persisted. "You're welcome then." I flashed him a smile, adjusted my backpack with one hand, then left for the house. After dropping my bag, I found Emmett in his home office, frowning at his computer screen. "Can I come in?" I asked, tapping at his door. When he lifted his face from the computer screen, he caught my eyes and a soothing smile spread across his face, warming my heart. "Please." He replied, gesturing to the empty seat in his office. "You seem busy," I noted. "I could go and maybe check on you later." He shook his head. "No, I'm good with
It felt like a weekend had passed since I last set foot on the campus. I left Emmett's home around ten in the morning after reconnecting with Rose and having her fill my ears with everything that happened after I left the house.It was so satisfying hearing her talk about how bitchy and irritable Emmett was all through.When I got to school, I wasn’t guarded and paranoid. Dread didn’t quicken my steps every time I rounded a corner or another student passed me too abruptly. It was a dull Friday morning and since I had only one lecture for the day.I was already discussing the fact that I was searching for an apartment with one of my coursemates, Justin. He was super helpful with a few listings and even offered to take me to see some of them.Unfortunately, they weren't exactly what I was looking for, as they didn't have front desks and standby security. When we got the news that the day's lecture had been postponed till the coming week, we left for the school canteen together.I got an