Slave Amy: Slave Amy, #6

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:

 

It was strange, Amy knowing about this stuff. It made it feel less... dark. Less dangerous. But strangely it was just as exciting. In fact, as I sat back in the couch with a smile, I felt excited about what I had planned for the night. The guilt had faded, but that erotic spark remained.

 

This is the conclusion 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: 9798224976409

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

Rose, Amy, and I were hanging out on a Friday night. It was the first time the three of us had been alone together since Rose walked in on us last week, but surprisingly things weren't that awkward.

Rose had always been wary of the two of us, given our past, and that hadn't really changed. Obviously now she was watching us for a different reason. Rose and I hadn't really talked about it, other than me telling her again that I wanted things to stay private.

Really, she'd taken the news that her twin brother was secretly banging her best friend pretty well. Better than expected.

Amy and I hadn't been alone at all, which was bothering me. I wanted to talk to her about last week. It had been a huge step for us, our first real conversation about our relationship.

I was dreading it, but I had to know where she was with it.

Rose left us alone only once, to go to the bathroom. She glanced at us both nervously on the way out, as if unsure about leaving us alone together.

As soon as she walked out the door, Amy turned to me.

I've was reading that stuff you sent me. she said excitedly, About BDSM.

OK, good. I said, glancing at the door, This probably isn't the best time to-

"It's so exciting though, all the stuff about control and power. It's fascinating to think there are people who base their whole lives around this stuff." she said.

Yeah, it's cool but-

You're actually a really good Dom, did you know that? she said, The way you explain everything, and, like, I always knew you would stop if I asked you, and the way you-

Amy-

"And, like, I was reading stuff about submissives, like the role of a submissive, you know? Like, how I'm supposed to please you better, or-"

"Amy. I pleaded, Wait 'til we're alone, OK?"

Right. she said smiling, Yes Sir.

She winked at me, and I rolled my eyes.

It was strange, her knowing about this stuff. It made it feel less... dark. Less dangerous. But strangely it was just as exciting. In fact, as I sat back in the couch with a smile, I felt excited about what I had planned for the night. The guilt had faded, but that erotic spark remained.

It wasn't long before Rose came back, again glancing nervously between us as she entered. We kept the conversation light when she got back, but I could tell Amy was excited to talk later.

It was getting late, and the night had been relaxed so far.

So... said Rose, a sudden tension in her voice, What happens now?

She looked at Amy, who was sitting on the couch beside her, and then over to me, sitting alone opposite them. She looked back to Amy, who looked at me.

I mean... Rose continued, You normally wait until I'm asleep to sneak over to his room, right? And then sneak back when you're... you know, when you're done?

Neither of us responded, knowing she wasn't really expecting an answer.

But now, you know, it's not a secret anymore. she went on, "Now that it's all out in the open... well, not really in the open but... I mean... you could just go up now, together, right? Would that be weird?"

I shrugged.

It doesn't really matter. I said, I know you two like to get your alone time, to talk about... you know, girl stuff... tampons and bras or whatever...

They both laughed.

So... yeah, I'll just head up to bed now, I think. I said, I'll probably be awake for a few hours, and if Amy wants to visit me later, it's up to her.

Amy smiled at me, and nodded.

Sounds good. she said.

So, I'll see you later. I said, standing up.

Night bro. Rose said.

Later. answered Amy.

This was unexplored territory for all of us, but it seemed to be going well. So far, anyway.

==

A few hours later, Amy knocked on my door.

Come in. I said.

She did.

She was wearing a tiny black slip, the hem barely reaching her thighs, and the material was so thin and tight across her ample chest, I could see the outline of her nipples.

Hi. I said, sitting up in bed.

Rose is still awake. she answered, ignoring my greeting.

Uh... OK. I said uncertainly.

She said there was no point in me waiting, you know? So, when we got into bed, she was like 'I'll probably be asleep soon so you might as well go on over'. It was... awkward.

That's... that's good. I said, Not the awkward part but... I'm glad she's taking this so well. I mean, we did lie to her for months.

Yeah... But she seems... I don't know, weirdly supportive of the whole thing. she said.

We both looked away, and were silent for a few seconds.

So anyway. I said, breaking the contemplative silence, Get on your knees, slut.

She beamed at me, and gracefully sank to the floor in the middle of the room.

Right away Sir. she said playfully as she knelt.

I considered reading for a while, maybe relaxing by listening to some music with her just waiting there for me, but I decided against it. Maybe it was enough that she knew I could keep her waiting. There was no point to proving it again, other than to frustrate her.

I stood up out of bed and walked over to her. I liked standing over her like this, her staring up at me. The perfect height for a blow job too, if the mood struck me.

So... what are we going to do tonight, sweetheart? I asked.

Anything you want, Sir. she said, smiling.

The perfect answer.

But then she frowned, and glanced away.

But first... I want to show you something. she said. If that's OK.

Show me what? I asked.

I... I bought something for you. she said nervously.

Oh? Another sexy little outfit? I asked.

No... she said quietly.

I waited for her to continue, but she didn't.

Then... what? I asked

I... I didn't get you anything for Christmas... I felt bad about it and... and Valentine’s Day is next week...

She'd gotten me a Valentine's present? I was stunned.

It's next Thursday. she continued, And we won't be alone until Friday... I could have given it to you then, but I didn't want to be late... so I... I have it outside.

She was nervous, rambling, and I was still too surprised to interrupt her. She wasn't looking at me, but staring at the ground.

I'd never received a Valentine's... anything before. From anyone. Not even so much as a 'just friends' card from a polite girl.

Can I give it to you? she asked, I know you said you weren't expecting a Christmas present... and, you don't have to get me anything, I just... I just wanted to get you something.

Get it. I said.

She smiled up at me, then excitedly jumped up and ran to the door. She opened it, and outside was a little brown bag. She snatched it up and walked back, forgetting to close the door. She seemed to remember so doubled back to close it, then turned to walk back.

She stood in front of me and made a motion to hand the bag to me, then seemed to re-think it and sank back to her knees, looking up at me. I stood watching all of this, unmoving and expressionless.

Relax, sweetheart. I said, though as more of an order than a comfort.

Sorry. she laughed, I'm just really nervous.

She looked down at the bag in her hands, then slowly raised it to me.

I took it from her, and held it for just a second.

It's not much... she said quietly, I just saw... I mean, I saw the... Well, it doesn't matter, I mean you'll see it...

Stop talking. I ordered quietly.

She nodded quickly, and looked down.

I stood and stared at her for a moment, collecting myself.

For some reason I thought of the night this all started, way back when I first overheard her talking to Rose about Mike. Back when the only thing I wanted from her was to leave me alone, and to get that the best thing