Twisted (Dark Book 1)

by Ashton Blackthorne

  “I thought you’d been some real estate guy lately. What was his name? Jim? Tim?”

  Amber laughed.

  “No. Anyway, I was referring to an old boyfriend of mine. I’ve seen him around lately and don’t know what to do.”

  I narrowed my eyes. I didn’t like where this was going.

  “What exactly is he doing? Who is it?”

  “That guy I was seeing right after I started working for you. Ayden was his name.”

  “You mean Ayden? He’s back! Oh, God, Amber, you should’ve told me earlier. It’s been three years already?” I waved my hand signaling the water to bring another drink.

  Amber sighed, her blue eyes looking troubled. Her hand fluttered to her neckline absently brushing against her collarbone. It drove me wild every time she did that.

  “He got out a few months early for good time. I checked online and he’s out on parole. But he hasn’t done anything. I just saw him following me a few times is all. Maybe it was just a coincidence.”

  “The guy stalked you for six months after you broke up! He broke you’re your house and tried to kill you! Doesn’t seem like much of a coincidence to me. If this guy is back, you need to file another restraining order.” I took a long drink of my scotch. Macallan 25--the best.

  “I know, I know. But it was only twice. And that was a month ago. I’ve never seen him at my new apartment or anywhere near there. Look, Ash, I’m sorry I brought it up. I’m just being paranoid.” Amber sipped her wine as she opened her menu.

  I nodded.

  “Well, if this guy so much as comes within a half mile of you, let me know. I’ll have my attorney file a restraining order so fast it will make his fucking head spin.”

  “Duly noted, Ash.” Amber smiled nodding. She knew how protective I was of her.

  Sickened at the thought of Ayden’s possible return, I debated on whether or not I should press the issue. Perhaps Amber had been being paranoid. Surely, going to prison had taught this guy a lesson. I pushed thoughts of Ayden out of my mind. I wanted Amber to feel good tonight not worry more.

  “So, what looks good, Amber? Dover Sole? Roasted Rack of Lamb? Squab?” I nearly wrinkled my nose. Nothing really appealed to me tonight.

  Amber sighed.

  “I’m not sure. Maybe the lobster?” She looked doubtful.

  “Or what about the Fluke Slivers?” I nearly laughed. What an odd name for a fish.

  Amber giggled.

  “I was thinking that Razor Clam sounded amazing!”

  I laughed.

  “Sounds like another name for dangerous pussy,” I muttered.

  Amber dissolved into giggles.

  Tossing the menu aside, I threw my cloth napkin down.

  “Could this menu be any more pretentious? Fuck, I’m used to dining in these so-called fine establishments, but you know what really sounds good to me right now?”

  “What?” Amber struggled to stifle her laughter.

  “A fucking big, greasy cheeseburger covered in bacon!”

  Amber clapped her hand over her mouth.

  “From where? I don’t think they have that here.”

  “From Tony’s, that dive in the East Village.”

  “Really? Greasy Tony’s? The one with the huge onion rings?”

  “It’s just called Tony’s, Amber.” I laughed. I was ready to get the hell out of here. I was sick of all the high end twelve course meals.

  “And you know what I want with it?”

  Amber could hardly contain her excitement.

  “An extra-large order of onion rings and a bottle of Bud Light.” I laughed at the shocked look on her face.

  “Ash! When was the last time you drank a beer, let alone a Bud Light?”

  I stood up and tossed a wad of bills onto the table.

  “Too fucking long. What do you say we head over to Tony’s and get some burgers and beer?”

  Amber clapped her hands.

  “But what about how we’re dressed? I mean, I’m wearing this gown…”

  “So take it off.” I winked at her.

  I held my hand out to her.

  “Leaving so soon, sir? The food wasn’t to your liking?” The maître d’ looked confused as he saw me slip my suit jacket on.

  “The food tasted a bit too pretentious for my taste. But I’ve left you a generous tip. Thank you.”

  As I walked out of the restaurant, I turned to watch his mouth fall open counting the wad of bills I’d left him.

  Money. It could buy a lot of things, but it couldn’t buy everything.

  Some things were just priceless, I thought glancing at Amber’s joyful expression.

  As we walked out to my car, I couldn’t help but brush my hand across Amber’s ass. She jumped a bit.

  “I have a deliciously naughty thought, Amber.”

  “What is it, Ash?” She squirmed a bit as I kept my hand firmly on her ass. She looked so sexy I just wanted to tear the dress from her body.

  “Can I say this totally off the record?”

  “Of course. It’s after hours.”

  I leaned in close to her my lips brushing her ear.

  “I want to see your cunt.”

  Thirteen

  Amber

  Ash whisked me away to his apartment. I had been only been to his apartment once in the entire time I’d known him.

  As we walked inside, I admired the lavish redecorating he’d done. The fireplace in the main room had been completely remodeled into a two room stone fireplace. I expected we’d go to his bedroom, but as we passed it I began to wonder just where we were going.

  “Ash, where are you taking me?”

  Turning to me, he smiled.

  “Where I’ve been wanting to take you since the day I met you.”

  Ash tightened his grip on my hand as he threw open the door. He stepped aside so I could experience the full effect of seeing the dungeon for the first time.

  “Oh my God, Ash,” I whispered. Releasing my hand, he allowed me to walk into the room.

  I stared in awe at the dimly lit room. I took in the various accoutrements hanging from the wall. Slowly, I walked over to run my fingers down the whips and floggers. I gawked at the leather bench and the various handcuffs and restraints.

  “Ash, I knew you were kinky, but this…this is more than I ever imagined.”

  He grabbed me roughly pressing his lips to mine. I couldn’t believe this was happening…it was my fantasy come true. His hands found my breasts and he squeezed each one of them through my dress.

  “God, they’re so fucking perfect,” he moaned, seemingly in awe of how big they were.

  I parted my lips and his tongue lurched forward to explore my mouth. Eagerly, he accepted me caressing his tongue with my own. I knew he could feel my body quiver beneath his touch.

  His libido fired he tore my dress from my body. I squealed with excitement as he finally bared my breasts. His eyes feasted upon my tits.

  My breathing quickened causing my tits to jiggle slightly. He took my breasts into his hands bringing his lips to my nipples. As he moved his mouth back and forth between each breast, my head fell back. I groaned as he began tugging and twisting my nipples.

  “Ash,” I whispered.

  After he devoured my breasts, his lips trailed down my body kissing a line from my firm, toned abs to the top of my mound. I was nude save for my tiny, lacy panties. His hands found my firm ass and caressed it.

  My head fell back as I swooned with delight. This was the moment I’d been fantasizing about for six years. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening…

  Ash

  Releasing her, I leaned back to gaze at her beautiful body. I’d waited for six years to see this woman, really see her in all her nude glory. Her perfect breasts, hard nipples, her tiny waist, her long legs…It was a moment I wanted to savor.

  I found myself overcome with desire as she stood there staring into my eyes just waiting for my command. I walked over to the rack and pulled out my
favorite riding crop.

  “Show it to me,” I commanded.

  Standing nude before me, she trembled.

  “Show you what?” she asked.

  “Your pretty little cunt,” I replied, smacking my crop against my thigh for emphasis.

  Shyly, she reached down between her legs parting them slightly. Her pert nipples stood at attention.

  “Not like that. Open your legs more.” I prodded her with my crop.

  Biting her lip, she pulled her soft folds open exposing her hardened pink clit.

  “That’s it,” I moved closer to her to whisper in her ear.

  “That sweet little pink bud that swells and swells the more you touch it. Tingles too, doesn’t it? That throbbing, pulsating feeling shooting through your body. With every touch of your finger, you just get wetter and wetter, don’t you, baby? ”

  She nodded, rubbing her fingers across her wetness.

  “That’s what I like, Amber. Do you want to be my sweet little sub? Tell me how you like touching yourself,” I whispered, my lips brushing her ear.

  Looking down, I saw the wetness glistening on her thighs.

  “Tell me how much you like touching your pretty little pussy,” I commanded.

  “I like it,” she whispered softly still caressing herself. Her eyes glazed with desire.

  “Tell me!” I lashed the crop against her firm ass.

  “I love it!” she cried still strumming her fingers back and forth.

  “That’s it. Now please me by rubbing that little cunt until your juices drip down your thighs. Then, and only then, will I allow you to taste the pleasure of the pain my crop will give you.”

  >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

  My eyes trailed her body until I reached her face. Amber reached to run her fingers through my hair. She was looking up at me her blue eyes shining with…

  Something…

  Desire?

  Lust?

  Something more?

  No, it couldn’t be!

  Breaking my gaze, I reached to tear the panties from her body. Groaning softly, she stepped out of them.

  Pressing my face to her, I inhaled her scent. She smelled like heaven. Running my hands up the length of her luscious legs, I knew I would find her wet.

  My cock throbbed with need as I gently brushed my fingers across her wetness.

  I couldn’t wait any longer! I swept her into my arms and brought her over to the leather bench.

  “Ash, are we going to play now?”

  “Do you have to ask?”

  Slamming her roughly against the bench, I took my favorite pair of restraints into my hand.

  As I noticed the look of fear in her blue eyes, I felt my cock lurch. Not even Veronica had turned me on this much.

  “Turn around and spread your legs,” I commanded.

  Biting her lip, Amber complied. With her high heels still on, she stood nearly six feet tall. A formidable woman she was…the challenge I’d so longed for…she was right here in front of me.

  Perhaps the woman I’d been waiting for my whole life.

  She was there. Her long honey colored hair lay in silken strands against her nude body. Her immense breasts were so firm and sat high upon her chest shadowing her tiny waist and firm, toned abs. Her pussy was shaved with a neat dark blonde landing strip. Her ass was firm and rounded.

  Staring at her, my mouth fell open in awe. I’d seen many, many women in my life, but she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful of them all.

  Even more beautiful than Veronica.

  Because I could see her heart. Her trusting, beautiful heart laid open before me like a submissive presenting herself.

  Which she was that…

  Everything I’d ever wanted.

  That thought kept racing through my head.

  Complying with my wishes, she turned and bent over the bench. Her breasts hung lushly from her body.

  “No, Amber, I need your wrists first.”

  Quickly, I bound her wrists with the leather restraints tying them so tightly they cut into her skin.

  Wincing, she turned back around and leaned over the bench. Her magnificent ass was poised in the air just waiting for me to strike her.

  Walking over to my assortment of toys, I selected my favorite riding crop.

  “Darling Amber, I am going to strike you now. I want you to count off out loud each lash.”

  Precum oozed from the tip of my cock as I brought my crop down against her ass over and over.

  “One! Two! Three!” she cried.

  With each blow, I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into her. I’d had scenes with many women before, but she was different. This was more than just a spanking.

  This was real.

  All of a sudden, I was snatched from this scene of ultimate pleasure when Amber’s phone rang.

  “Ignore it,” she whispered.

  Over and over again, the phone buzzed. The sound was becoming quite distracting.

  “I will allow you to answer it, Amber.” I unbound her wrists as she sprinted over to her purse.

  Looking down at her phone, her face went pale.

  “It’s my father, Ash. He’s gone,” she whispered.

  “What happened?” I dropped the crop on the floor.

  “My sister said he passed away a few hours ago. Heart attack.”

  “Oh my God,” I opened my arms as Amber collapsed sobbing into them.

  Fourteen

  Amber

  I couldn’t bring myself to attend my father’s funeral despite Ash volunteering to accompany me. It was just too much. I knew that my brother, Mark would be there.

  Ash was my rock. He sent an elaborate bouquet of flowers with both our names on them. I waited for several weeks and then I finally went to visit his grave.

  Ash stood with me as I placed my hand upon his headstone.

  Alexander Michaelson

  Loving Husband and Father

  My heart broke as I knelt next to his headstone. The wet earth seeped into my dress which covered my knees, but I paid no mind. The earth smelled fresh atop the grave and the grass had yet to grow over it. Tears spilled dripping down my face. I couldn’t believe I had let Larry’s lies keep me from him for so long.

  And my disgusting, loathsome brother, Mark. It was really his fault that it all happened. He was the one more than Larry who kept me from my parents for nearly twenty years. Rage began to build inside me. I tilted my face toward the sky and screamed the anguish I felt.

  “DAMN HIM!” I screamed, picking up fistfuls of dirt and throwing them.

  Ash knelt beside me not caring if he got his pants muddy. He held me close.

  “Shhh, Amber, it’s okay. Mark isn’t here. He can’t hurt you ever again. You’re a grown woman now. You’re strong.” He took his customary handkerchief from his pocket and wiped my face.

  “Am I? I don’t feel very strong. Not when I allowed these lies to keep me from my family. Not when my brother tried to force himself on me just months ago.” I leaned against Ash inhaling the scent of his cologne. He always smelled so good to me.

  Ash cupped my face in his hands.

  “Amber Michaelson, you are the strongest woman I know. You overcame a terribly traumatic event. You went onto to graduate summa cum laude from a prestigious school. You have excelled in your career. You’ve managed to live on your own in New York City for nearly twenty years without help from anyone. You survived an abusive relationship. Did you know you run my entire office for me? Without you, Amber, I wouldn’t have nailed Vitalife. I not only want you running Blackthorne International with me, I need you there with me.”

  My heart melted. I was so touched by the sincerity in his voice and the passion shining in his eyes. I didn’t know it was even possible for me to feel any more strongly about him than I already did, but with him holding my face like that my heart filled with even more love for him.

  “Ash, I’m just your assistant. New York is full of great assistants. Many of whom went to Harv
ard like you.”

  “Fuck Harvard! You’re the only woman who could ever run this company with me. You are more than just my assistant. You’re my partner. The only one I’ll ever want.”

  “Are you serious, Ash? Are you making me an offer?” My hands reached up to touch his.

  He stared right into my eyes. He smiled broadly.

  “Yes, I am, Amber. I want you as my official partner at Blackthorne International and all that that implies.”

  I was stunned. I nearly fell back in the mud. He helped me to my feet.

  “What does this mean, Ash?” My mouth felt dry.

  “It means that as soon as we return to New York, I’ll have my attorneys draft the paperwork. Officially, you will hold ownership in Blackthorne International. I can change your title to--”

  “Executive Vice President?” I filled in grinning from ear to ear.

  “If that’s what you want, consider it done. You’re my right hand, Amber. You always have been.”

  “What will the other executives think? I’ve been your assistant for years. They may not feel I’m qualified.”

  He shook his head.

  “I don’t really give a shit what they think. You are tremendously qualified. You have a degree in Finance. Hell, you know more about this industry than most of them do.”

  I breathed deeply filling my lungs. The air out here was so crisp and fresh. I gazed down one last time at my father’s grave. I felt him by my side as if he were saying, ‘That’s my girl. Go for it.’

  And so I did.

  Ash

  A few weeks later after our return to New York, I made it official. Amber Michaelson was now the second in command at Blackthorne International. She held nearly as much stake in the company as I did. There had been a bit of negative backbiting over the whole deal with my executive team, but I stuck to my guns and they accepted her with open arms.

  To celebrate, I took her to one of the finest restaurants in Manhattan. However, I requested a special menu to be prepared by the chef just for us.