Slave Amy: Slave Amy, #2

By Todd Geller

Leonard hates his sister, Rose's best friend Amy.

 

Every time he met her, his confidence took another hit. Even if she had a little Friday-night sleepover with his sister, even when their families went on summer trips together, even when they were just supposed to be hanging out and being civil to each other, she would just never stop with the criticisms, the insults, the stupid little nick names.

 

Until, one day when Leonard got the opportunity to get back at Amy.

 

Excerpt:

 

Impulsively I reached out and pushed her hair back, sliding my fingers back across her head, before bringing my hand down to lightly cup her chin. She was staring at me with wide eyes. She seemed unsure of what to do or say, which was exactly how I felt too.

 

This is part 2 of a story of two young people trying to explore their wants and limits and sometimes discovery can be humiliating but also amazing.

 

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Todd Geller
• Release date: May 2, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224722198

Todd Geller

Todd Geller writes scorching hot new adult romance novels. He especially loves flawed characters who help each other heal. His books are the perfect mix of heat, humor, and heart. When he isn't writing, he's chain drinking tea or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed.  With Todd's books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with his books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Todd loves to add plenty of adversity in his stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.

Book preview

Chapter 1

There was a soft knock at the door.

I ran my fingers through my hair. I felt panicked. I didn't know what to say to her. I turned on my lamp, jumping back in pain and surprise as the light burned into my eyes. I covered them with my arm and lay back in bed.

There was another knock, a little louder.

I didn't know what was going to happen, but I couldn't let her leave. I waited a few seconds, before saying;

Yeah?

Amy entered almost shyly, closing the door behind her. She was wearing a grey t-shirt that fell just past her waist, barely covering her pink panties. She wasn't wearing a bra. It was weird how good she looked in just this, so casual, so...domestic, but still so erotic.

Sorry I'm late. she said, nervously brushing her hair behind her ear.

Uh...late? I asked.

Yeah...I normally come over at, like, midnight...and I tried, but Rose kept wanting to talk about...just...stupid stuff...

She trailed off, even more nervous. She wasn't looking at me. I closed my eyes and rubbed them with my finger and thumb. I'd just woken up and it was hard to focus, and my eyes were still stinging. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about tonight. I was completely off guard, and the silence was stretching. I had to say something to her.

Come here, Amy. I said.

Her mouth twitched up in a little half-smile, and she reached down to pull up her top.

No, no. I said, Leave it on.

I didn't need any more distraction.

She paused for a second before dropping her arms. She walked quickly across the room, kneeling at her usual spot beside my bed. She glanced at my crotch briefly before meeting my eye.

She seemed excited now. It felt like she was waiting to be told to do something, waiting for an instruction.

Don't...don't undress until I tell you to, in future. Ok? I said.

She nodded uncertainly.

Why had I said it like a question?

Impulsively I reached out and pushed her hair back, sliding my fingers back across her head, before bringing my hand down to lightly cup her chin. She was staring at me with wide eyes. She seemed unsure of what to do or say, which was exactly how I felt too.

I brought my hand back to my side and sat up more in bed, moving around under the covers to get comfortable. I looked away from her again, staring straight ahead. I needed to focus, to get my thoughts in order.

I needed to know what she was thinking.

I didn't see you last Friday. I said.

Oh, yeah...on Thursday after we...um...I couldn't get out of bed. she said.

I glanced at her, and she was smiling.

Oh? I said.

Yeah, I...I hurt so bad I could barely walk to the bathroom. she said, I told my parents I was sick so I didn't have to try and get around school all day.

She seemed to enjoy telling me this. I could hear a hint of pride in her voice.

And Saturday? I asked.

She shook her head and her smile grew.

I still couldn't move properly...It...it feels better now though. she said, wiggling her hips.

I turned away from her again and closed my eyes. Regardless of how I felt about her normally, in the daylight hours, this was what I knew I wanted from her. Hearing her almost whisper to me that her pussy hurt so bad from my cock that she couldn't walk, her soft voice tinged with lust and admiration. It felt so deeply satisfying, so indescribably good.

I enjoyed the feeling for a few seconds before turning back to her.

Why didn't you tell them the truth? I asked. Didn't you want them to know...that I fucked you so hard you couldn't walk straight?

She smiled and looked away. I could almost feel the growing excitement in her breathing, in her voice.

I...I didn't, I mean I don't...know if I'm allowed to? she said, turning to face me again.

She knew I wasn't serious, but the tone in her voice was clear. She was trying to ask about us, about our relationship.

Good. I said.

She smiled wider, but still had an air of expectancy.

You're not allowed to tell anyone about this, do you understand? I said.

She nodded.

If anyone finds out about what the two of us have been doing...it stops. I said.

Her face fell, and she nodded more slowly.

I won't tell anyone...I promise. she said.

I wasn't sure why my first instinct was to keep it a secret. I guess my feelings towards Amy were complicated enough without throwing them into the public forum. Plus, I didn't think Rose would exactly approve.

But it seemed like she still had some questions. She looked disappointed, but it still seemed like she was waiting for something. Why did I even care so much about what she was thinking, and feeling? Wasn't it enough that she was here?

Amy, are you...happy? With what we've been doing? I asked.

Yes. she said quickly.

I fought back a smile. She was so certain, her answer coming with no hesitation. I reached over to her and began to stroke her hair again, and she leaned into my hand.

Being touched by me... I said, slowly curling my fingers around her hair.

She closed her eyes and sighed a little.

Being hurt by me... I said, pulling hard.

She inhaled sharply and her voice came out in an even softer whimper.

...do you like it? I asked.

Yes...yes... she gasped.

Does it make you happy? I asked, pulling a little harder and twisting.

She was breathing heavily now, each breath a quick, sharp, sigh.

Yessss.... she whispered.

I let go.

Ok. I said. You can go now.

Whatever we were doing, wherever this was going to go, it couldn't happen tonight. I had no real plan; I was exhausted from sleep deprivation. And most importantly, I still wasn't sure about my own feelings.

I expected her to stand up and go, but she hesitated, turning her head a little to the side and avoiding my eyes. At first, I felt the anger swell up in me at her disobedience, but I quickly realised that I hadn't actually told her to leave, I'd just said that she could. I normally just said Get out., and I wasn't sure why I'd been more polite this time. I made a note to be more direct when I spoke to her. If I wanted her to do something, I had to to make sure I told her.

But my own reaction surprised me. I was already so used to her obeying me that it infuriated me when she even hesitated. I'd have to watch out for that. I could be angry with her, but I couldn't lose my temper.

I... she started, interrupting my thoughts.

What? Did you want something? I asked.

I don't know... she said slowly.

Tell me what you want, Amy. I said, trying to put a firm tone to my voice.

She met my eye slowly, shyly. She bit her lower lip.

I reached out and held her chin. I realised that I really liked holding her like this, by the chin or jaw. It felt...possessive, somehow. Even without gripping tightly or hurting her, I was holding her in place, and she wouldn't look away from me.

I...I want you to...to have sex with me. she said slowly.

No. Not tonight. I said.

She whimpered quietly and her body squirmed. She looked disappointed, but still hopeful.

Tell me what you want, slut. I said.

Can I suck your...cock, please? she said.

She'd accepted my refusal and asked for something else, without argument. She sounded so mournful, so pleading.

No. I said.

She let out a little whine as she stared at me with those wide, green eyes. I ran my fingers across her cheek and slid them behind her ear, putting my thumb gently against her lips. She parted them and took my thumb into her mouth, biting down gently and licking it with just the tip of her tongue.

Tell me what you want. I repeated, pulling my hand away.

I..., she said, ...I...".

She seemed afraid to ask, afraid of another rejection.

Will you kiss me? Please? she said.

I smiled. She had to beg for even this.

I took her chin again and leaned forward, bringing my lips to hers. Just like the first time we kissed, I started gently, taking her lower lip between mine, but then biting down hard. She moaned loudly, surprising me, and brought her hands up to my face. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I'd never kissed anyone other than her so I didn't have any experience, but I tried some things I'd read about, moving my tongue slowly in circles in her mouth. She responded by moaning louder and pushing against me.

I moved back and she climbed into bed with me, sliding under the covers. I held her body against mine. I could feel the passion, the need in her body, in her clutching fingers on my shoulders and back.

We kissed for minutes before I pulled away from her. She licked her lips, which were red around the edges, and she was breathing heavily with a bright smile on her face. She ran her eyes down my face and body, studying me, before meeting my eyes again. Our legs were overlapping and she pushed her crotch back against my raised thigh. She ground her panties against me, biting her lip as a long, low moan escaped her throat. Her nipples were pressing hard against her t-shirt.

I laughed gently, even as I felt my cock stiffen. I loved seeing her like this, so needy. So deliciously desperate.

Will you fuck me? she whispered.

No, Amy. Not tonight. I said firmly.

She bit her lip and leaned close to me, whispering right in my ear.

Please, please, I'm so wet. I can't stop thinking about you. About your cock. Please fuck me... she said quickly.

My dick was completely hard, but I couldn't do this tonight. I was too tired, too confused. I needed time to think. I grabbed her hair and pulled her away from me. She gasped with pain and looked up at me from where I held her.

I love you. she whispered, staring into my eyes.

Get out. I said, releasing her.

The look on her face, the hurt, the devastation, it was almost...painfully beautiful.

For some reason it reminded me of the first time I ever got