Slave Amy: Slave Amy, #5

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:

 

She bit her lip and looked away again. This was turning her on, being forced to share her private, shameful thoughts with me. She tucked her legs under her and got onto her knees, curling up as if trying to hide.

 

 

This is book 5 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: 9798224802357

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

Iwas sitting at the desk in my room with a picture of Amy on my laptop screen.

It was from her page on the school's news site. It had her listed as the founder, and the editor-in-chief. It went on to list about a dozen other groups she belonged to, including two book clubs, a chess club, and the Student's Political Union, whatever that was. It was no wonder she was stressed all the damn time.

I'd decided to check out the site and a few of the articles she'd written. She was surprisingly eloquent, and her intelligence really showed in her writing style. I suppose you don't get to know that sort of thing about a person when the only communication you have for a decade is in the form of insults and threats.

But I didn't like this picture of her.

I looked at it for a while, trying to decide why it bugged me. She looked as beautiful as always, smiling at the camera, her bright green eyes staring in to mine.

The smile, I realised. It was a fake smile. A common, plastered on, professional looking little smile. Believable, but fake. It wasn't her irritating smirk, or her wide, bright look of joy. It wasn't the sudden smile that comes from a surprise, that almost always starts a laugh. Her eyes weren't shining.

I closed the page and started to idly wonder if she'd been in a bad mood the day it was taken. Or maybe she just couldn't smile easily. I know for me, I always needed to remember something funny to put me in the mood for a family picture, so it would look real.

If I was taking her picture, I probably would have made her laugh right before taking it.

Then, suddenly, I remembered the pictures I had taken of her.

I pulled out my desk drawer and took out my camera, right where I'd left it after snapping some shots of her.

I quickly found the right cable for it in the tangled ball of wires in my other drawer and hooked it up to my laptop, opening the images in a folder.

The first one was of my family by the mantel. I shifted through a few more from that day, us laughing and smiling and playing around. Next were a few shots I took outside, to see how the pictures would look with more exposure. There a few more random pictures until I saw the first one of Amy.

Naked, blindfolded, and tied to my bed. It was quite an incredible picture, the lamp providing enough light to make out most of the detail of her body, but leaving enough darkness and shadow to leave some mystery.

I made the image full screen, and stroked my growing cock in my jeans. I kept moving through the pictures, seeing the close-ups I'd taken on her face, on her pussy. She was incredible, so unbelievably beautiful. The camera really was great quality, and the pictures were of amazing definition.

The last picture actually made me gasp. I'd forgotten about this one. It turns out I did try to get her to smile, except I just ordered her to.

She looked panicked, afraid, yet she was blushing with clear arousal. A nice, big, fake smile on her lips, but terror in her eyes.

For some reason, it didn't bother me in this picture like it did with the other one.

Just as I was enjoying my masterpiece, Rose flung open my door and stomped into my room. Luckily my screen wasn't facing the door, so I quickly clicked away from the pictures and brought up something innocuous.

Hey little brother. she said.

Hey little sister. I answered trying not to sound guilty. Ever heard of knocking?

Sorry. she said absently, walking over and leaning on the edge of my desk. She glanced around my room, probably realising she hadn't been inside it for years. She looked at the books on my shelf, reading the spines.

Uh... not that I don't love you visiting but... what's up? I asked.

Oh, yeah. she said, remembering why she came in, We're going to Amy's for lunch.

Really? I asked.

It wasn't totally unusual, but we hardly ever went to Amy's place, she always came here. And it was a Friday, which were usually nights she took for free time, but I hadn't talked to Amy much since she got back from Paris, after that night. She'd spent every day studying her ass off for our January exams. But now we were finished with them, and just had this last weekend before school started again.

Yep. she said, Aunt Alice and Uncle Bob are both out of the house, for work or something, so I invited us over.

"Aunt Alice doesn't have a job, so it's probably not for work..." I said.

We weren't related to them, but Amy's parents had been such a big part of our lives growing up that we always just referred to them as our aunt and uncle. I'd grown out of it at some point, preferring to just call them by their names, but Rose kept it up.

She knew I thought it was a little childish, so to prove me wrong she stuck out her tongue.

I laughed at her, and she grinned.

Things had never been better between me and Rose. To an outside observer, it would have been impossible to guess at the years of tension and difficulty between us that preceded these few months; things were now as simple and easy as when we were kids.

Ok, so get ready. she said, standing up, "We're leaving in like twenty minutes. Oh, and we'll probably be staying over. It's going to be so much fun, trust me."

She walked out, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was unlikely she'd have seen them, but even having the photos open on my computer was making me tense.

I copied the images off the camera's memory card and deleted the originals. I saved them in a well-hidden, innocuously named folder, the same one I kept my porn in.

After a second thought, I created a new folder and hid it even better.

After a third thought, I used an old program to password protect and encrypt the folder.

I used to be really interested in to computers; the security on my little laptop could probably rival that on whatever computers the FBI were using. I knew it was far more than I would ever realistically need, but for some reason it made me feel better. Apart from porn, these pictures were the only thing on it that I would even want to hide.

I unplugged the camera, feeling better about having the photos secure.

So... I'd be spending the night at Amy's, it seemed. I was a little annoyed at suddenly being forced in to this, but it occurred to me that Rose probably didn't even see it that way. She didn't ask me if I wanted to go, but at the same time she didn't really tell me to go either, not directly. She just let me know what was going to happen; that I was going to have lunch at Amy's house, then sleep there. As simple as that.

My twin sister had a very strong personality. I smiled, wondering if she was even knew how controlling she was being.

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We took the short walk over to Amy's, and made some sandwiches for lunch.

We watched TV and talked about nothing important for hours. Amy seemed a lot more relaxed now that she'd allowed herself a whole weekend away from her textbooks, and unlike Rose and I, she didn't seem at all concerned about what the