Camden flinched, nearly spinning in a defensive move that Amy knew instantly could have been terrible and even tragic. But it was too late; Amy was committed and she’d come too far to turn back.
And Camden did freeze in his tracks, hands raising up slowly to the side. He said nothing.
So Amy went on, “This way, into the Beamer.”
Camden followed her gesture, pointing that plastic gun into his back to direct him toward her car. “What’s all this about?”
Amy got him to the car and pulled the unlocked passenger door open. “Get in.” Camden climbed into the car, arms raised at his sides. “No tricks.”
“No, no tricks,” Camden said, settling into the passenger seat before Amy slammed the door shut. She ran around the car and climbed in, locking the doors and jamming the keys into the ignition.
Clearly going along for the ride, even though he had every choice to the contrary, Camden said, “Where are you taking me?”
Amy smiled. “You’ll see.” After a sexy little minute, she added, “Don’t struggle, it’ll be easier.”
They drove on in silence, the noontime sun hot despite the autumnal time of year. Camden looked at Amy several times, eyes tracing her body as his mind clearly searched for something to say. Amy didn’t mind. The silence was powerful, and that power was hers to wield, as it had been Camden’s to wield before.
Everything was changing.
Finally, Camden said, “Look, if this is about money, I can get you as much want. My father can call his bank, you’ll be a millionaire by nightfall.”
Amy chuckled, enjoying the traces of meanness in her own tone, chiding, merciless. “That and your family fortune couldn’t get you a cup of coffee at Starbucks,” Amy said. “But it’s not money that I’m after.”
“No?”
Amy just looked at him, letting his imagination follow her own. She saw what he was doing, and she liked it.
She loved it.
Camden said, “You know I’ll never tell you what the code is.”
The code, Amy silently repeated to herself, that’s brilliant! Okay, let’s have some fun!
So Amy answered, “What makes you think I don’t already know the code?”
“Because if you did, I’d already be dead.”
Amy broke out in a wicked chuckle, nodding and glancing into the rearview mirror. “I think we’ll have much to discuss, Mr. Kalan. But first, I propose a little … recreation.”
“Recreation?”
“An amusement,” Amy said with a smile, feeling more and more the villainess with every word. “Of course, what amuses the scorpion hardly amuses the frog, eh?” She let a long, devious laugh pour up and out as she drove west, toward the beach.
Chapter 19
Amy
Amy and Camden enjoyed their jokey interplay as she drove him up to Marina del Rey. Colorful sails danced on the waves against the horizon, families played on the manicured lawns, restaurants and souvenir shops lined the parking lot.
Amy climbed into her black one-piece, the weather just a little too chilly for a bikini. The cushioned life vests provided even more warmth, but it didn’t do much good once the boat’s engine started to churn. Amy was chilled to her core, and she was suddenly struck with the idea that she’d claimed a little too much freedom, that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea at all.
Amy looked over at Camden sitting next to her, both securely strapped in, the wind pushing against the huge, rainbow-colored parasail expanding behind them. The speed of the boat and the push of the wind worked together to pull Amy and Camden up off the Pacific Ocean’s surface. When her feet left the water, Amy felt a touch of nausea, instant worry for her own safety.
If I fall and die, all my family will ever say is how right they were!
But visions of her family were blasted from Amy’s imagination as her body was lifted up off the water and rose higher, twenty feet quickly turning into thirty … fifty … higher still until she couldn’t even think about it. She felt tiny, vulnerable, helpless there above the Earth, the towing craft speeding along ahead and below. She couldn’t help but think about being cuffed in that van, the thrill of the danger, the sense of controlled risk. It was key to a new door in her life, behind which lay adventure that most people would never discover. Her life of seclusion was over, Amy knew that. Camden had blasted it away and left behind only wreckage, demolition. But that made way for rebirth, restoration, renewal.
Everything was unimaginably small in Amy’s perspective; boats and surfers, cars and shops and even the spectacular mansions that caked the gorgeous Southern California coast.
Amy’s head went light, one hand clinging to the harness while her other was clamped in Camden’s. She looked at him, but he didn’t seem nervous at all. He looked out over the horizon, around in each direction, as if great thoughts were pulsing through his mind, that he was seeing things that Amy couldn’t see. But she wanted to, and she wanted him to teach her how to do it, every day and in every way.
But a shift in the energy of the contraption around her couldn’t escape Amy’s notice, or Camden’s. The harness lurched and dropped a few feet, like a plane in turbulence hitting an air pocket of hideous size and depth. Amy’s stomach lurched up into the bottom of her lungs, legs jutting upward with their sudden descent.
Amy and Camden both looked down to see the tow boat beneath them no longer running the trail of white water behind the engine sputtering out like the engine itself. Amy and Camden swung downward, thrusting their faces toward the ocean beneath them. It was a too far a fall to survive, she knew that right away.
And the fall began quickly, chaotically, the parasail behind them failing to bring them down slowly or safely. Their hands gripped each other’s even more tightly, eyes locked on one another. She couldn’t control the fear in her own expression, but Camden was calmer, looking at her with a serenity she couldn’t share until she came to understand it. Camden didn't have any regrets, even if they were both about to die. Because he’d found her, and it would be worth it. His life was nothing before her, that’s what his eyes were telling her, and it would be nothing after her.
They swung hard as the parasail wrestled with the wind, the boat beneath them still idle in the Pacific chop. They fell further, Amy leaning back and clamping her eyes shut. Amy would have prayed if she could have, but the Deys had never lived that kind of life.
Her father hadn’t died that kind of death.
But Amy couldn’t help pray to him, lacking anybody or anything else to pray to. Daddy, help me, please! I don’t wanna die, I want to live, finally, I just want to live!
Amy felt a strong pull from in front and below, her eyes opening to see the tow boat beneath them jumping forward on the waves, a new white trail spilling out from behind the revitalized engine. The boat sped forward and the pressure on the harness increased from both sides. The line once more taught, the parasail spread out behind them to its full glory, more behind them than above. They flew forward, her ice-cold blood suddenly beginning to warm up.
Once they were down and unhooked from the parasailing equipment and on dry land again, Amy and Camden wanted to calm their nerves with a glass of wine and some lunch. They decided on checking out one of the newest and trendiest restaurants around, Delilah on La Cienega for a variety of reasons. It had an art deco look and feel, the early twentieth century’s idea of what the future would look like, now quaint in the twenty-first.
The deviled eggs were creamy and spicy and peppery, the tarragon aloe crab cake was crispy and tangy, the slaw crisp and cool.
But it wasn’t about the food.
Amy could hardly contain her smile when she said, “This place was originally an S&M club.”
Camden looked up from his plate with a surprised and amused grin. “Is that so?” He looked around. “I guess fetishes come and go with the times. I’m loving these crab cakes, I can tell you that.”
“Considering we were almost a pair of crab cakes ourselves!” Th
ey shared a little chuckle, Amy shaking her head and staring at her wine glass. “Just goes to show you though, something like that, how precious life is, how fragile. It’s a shame that we don’t treat each other better, isn’t it, that we don’t truly prize the people in our lives while we have them, in those brief few moments we can share and truly enjoy.”
Camden looked at her in admiration, with a long moment of silence, his eyes piercing hers. “It is,” was all he said, clearly feeling that nothing needed to be added and that he had no need to add anything. A man of Camden’s strength and quality knew when silence was the true power, the real statement, just another thing Amy was learning from him.
And she was learning fast.
And one thing she was learning, was how to read Camden. And it didn’t even take her own new insight to see that he seemed distracted, his attention wandering to something he didn’t want to discuss. Amy tried gently several times to ask about it, but Camden brushed her off with courtesy and grace, the way he seemed to do everything, even in the most severely lustful circumstances.
“You sure you’re all right?”
Camden smiled. “I’ve never been kidnapped before.”
Amy’s brow rose up over one eye. “How do you like it?”
Camden leaned closer to her, their lips nearing to a kiss. “I love it,” he said, their mouths finally finding a warm and delicious union. It was a delicate combination of anticipation and excitation, the spark of a new fire, ready to burn long and hot.
Chapter 20
Amy
After an amazing meal together, and even more amazing chemistry in the air, they left the restaurant and headed to their final destination. A short drive to a luxury hotel, one that Amy had spotted on the way there. Amy was swept away yet again, but she loved it and she wasn’t about to fight it. This wasn’t the time for a struggle, for another dramatic recreation of some imagined clash. They valeted her car, checked in with the pretty girl behind the desk, got the room key and made their way to the grand elevators. Gorgeous marble floors, polished and immaculate. A bubbling fountain, ornate art draping the walls, and hotel staff at every turn. All very familiar surroundings to Amy. Camden smiled at Amy in the short elevator ride up to their floor. No words needed. The hotel room was posh and elegant, the sparkling Los Angeles lights spread out beyond the window.
Amy came at Camden hard, kissing him aggressively, eagerly, her hands pulling at his clothes to peel them from his meaty frame. Tongues clashed, faces rubbed up against one another, hot breath collecting between their faces as she pushed him onto the bed. Amy felt like she was in charge, and she was ravenous; she would not be denied.
She let him peel her own jeans and panties off, kicking herself out of her shoes and pulling up her t-shirt, casting her bra aside. Naked again, gleefully and refreshingly, Amy was emboldened beyond her own growing sense of self, sense of purpose. She was reborn, and with Camden, she was born a stronger creature, a superior version of herself.
And she was just getting warmed up.
Camden reached around Amy from behind, the two of them lying naked on the bed, Amy’s back against Camden’s taught belly. Camden’s fingers found her pussy, already hot and wet, and started pressing a circular pattern against her muscular little mound, instantly igniting her nerve endings, that ever-present orgasm already reminding Amy that it was ready to rise again.
His other hand reached around to her breasts, gently squeezing them the way he did in the van at the gas station. His powerful fingers were delicate, the roughness of his callouses delighting her hard little nipples, pushing up, rigid and ready. He circled them, goosebumps rising over one breast, then the other, her hips grinding as his fingers slipped in, her pink flower blossoming and fragrant.
Everything was different.
And it turned Amy on more than she could have imagined. She’d learned to accept and even enjoy the role of the submissive. Now she was learning the ways of the dom, and it was bringing out an animal aspect to her character that she couldn’t deny enjoying. This time she was the predator, not the prey. This time she was a man-eater. She passed him a condom from her pocket, a move that she carefully planned earlier in the day.
Camden slipped it on his cock into entered her pussy from behind, once again leaving the head to rest idle between her lips. But Amy wanted more and she wanted it faster, so she pushed herself back, forcing his rigid rod up and into her, almost to mid-shaft. There was no need for a preamble, no need to warm up. She could take it; she could take anything, and she wanted to.
He read her body and started grinding into her from behind, going all the way to mid-shaft in an easy, regular rhythm, Amy’s body bouncing on the mattress in front of them. The two lay on their sides, Camden reaching around and pulling her left leg up while to increase the pressure and the pleasure, cycle going faster as he rammed that rail in and out, back and forth. Circular motions sent Amy’s body gyrating, not to match him but to counter his moved for even more conflict, her lips clamping down with all her strength.
“ooooohhhh.. yes baby! Fuck, that feels so goooddd”
Amy loved the feel of his huge cock inside of her, filling her empty spaces both figurative and literal. She’d been empty before meeting him, no man could reach in so deep and so expertly give her what she didn’t even know she’d been craving, lacking, needing.
And she needed more.
She pushed herself back even further, the pain of his size and girth threatening to crack her pelvis, Camden pulling her leg up even higher, her knee almost touching her breast as it bounced in front of her trembling body.
But Amy wanted even more, and she was possessed with a creativity and flexibility she didn’t know she had. She leaned Camden onto his back, one leg craning over his rock hard torso as she slowly and gracefully pivoted, turning to face forward. Amy looked down at the success of her transition. She was now sitting on Camden’s cock, he on his back, Amy facing him.
Amy’s splayed thighs sent her weight down onto her knees, digging into the mattress as they kept her elevated above his body, her pelvis lowering up and down on his eager erection. Up and down, ‘round and ‘round, Amy’s calves pressed flat against the mattress, her hands flat against Camden’s massive chest as she leaned down on him.
“mmmmmm.. oh my god, yessss” she cried out in sheer delight. Thoughts of their first encounter flooding back, sending electrical shocks of pleasure straight to her pussy.
He lay there, arms stretched out, legs wide too, ready to push his weight up and into Amy as necessary. But she was doing all the work, and that suited both of them just fine. Amy was driving plenty of strength and energy down into Camden, her pelvis bobbing and weaving on His iron cock, every shift in direction and speed sending pulses of ecstasy through Amy’s body and straight down into Camden’s.
Amy was in control.
She arched her back, her own hands stroking her naked, sweating body; following the curves of her midriff leading up to her perfect breasts. She squeezed them herself, twirling her own nipples, one under each hand, fingers matching their partners. She even leaned down and pulled one breast up to her own face, licking her nipple, eyes dipping shut in lusty satisfaction.
Amy’s senses were flooded with contradictory impulses, to scream and to laugh, to cum and to cry, to live forever or die in that very instant.
Instead, Amy started cumming, Camden’s immense erection beneath her throbbing and radiating power enough to release any moment. Amy on top, her legs began to quiver and drop her even further down on Camden’s stiff member. Her body was flush with heat, filling her body and soul, a bubbling orgasm ready to overflow and drive her entire system into collapse.
His cock flinched inside her, and she knew even beyond the delirium of her own orgasm that he was cumming too. His big body bucked, tilting left and then right, then shaking violently from side to side, for their mutual pleasure and the simultaneous eruptions of their orgasms. Amy paused in her physical frenzy to focus on the power
of his orgasm unleashed. She had never been with any man before and shared such an intense connection. Mental and physical.
She felt a certain spark within her, something she’d never felt before, and it passed quickly as she fell forward, into Camden’s chest. His cock still inside her, Amy nuzzled his sweaty chest, taking in a deep breath of his musk, quivering to think about that little spark inside her, mind to exhausted to reason it, but her senses to heightened to have missed it.
All Amy knew for certain was that Camden was there beneath her and she above him. Whatever had happened or would happen, the moment was perfect and all was right with the world.
Chapter 21
Amy
Danny didn’t like anything about Harvey Cox; not the rumpled suit, not the shabby offices, not the stink of bourbon.
Margaret said, “She’s off the rails, Harvey. I know there’s something going on.”
Harvey nodded from behind his desk, the years showing on his wrinkling face and gray complexion. “She’s, what, twenty-one?”
“Twenty-three,” Jonathan said, his body rigid in the little chair on the business side of the desk, sitting between his mother and brother.
“Well, she’s got rights,” Harvey said. “She’s probably shagging some guy. Doesn’t sound like much of a mystery.”
Margaret said, “Those were our feelings too, Harvey. But we need to know who he is, where they’re going. I can’t let her run around with some stranger I don’t even know! I’ve spent the last ten years trying to protect that girl, and she throws it in my face like this?”
Harvey cracked a withered smile. “I understand that you’re upset.”
“I’m not upset, Harvey, I’m furious! I didn’t work this hard just to let some interloper destroy my family! I want you to find out who this son-of-a-bitch is who’s got his hooks into my daughter!”
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