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Virgin Books – Black Lace
Handling Amanda
part of the WICKED WORDS NINE anthology
ISBN-10: 0352338601
ISBN-13: 9780352338600
Format: Mass Market Paperback, 272pp
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Short Story
Published: Feb 5, 2004
“Really does live up to the billing as Wicked.” – Forum Magazine
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- EXCERPT
‘You canceled your own birthday dinner to work tonight?’ The incredulous note in Jacobs’ voice grated on Amanda’s already frayed nerves.
After Jacob had outlined his idea for the Williams proposal they’d moved into one of the conference rooms and began making the necessary changes right away. Unfortunately the changes were taking longer than they had expected, but canceling dinner plans wasn’t a big deal. Not when landing the Williams account would cement her standings with the partners of the marketing firm.
They had already decided that Amanda would present the proposal the next morning and there was no way she was going to leave the final touches of it to a playboy like Jacob, partner in the project or not.
It was already seven thirty and the office was empty except for them. She didn’t trust Jacob not to mix something small up, something that would make her stumble, make her look bad, but not bad enough to lose the account. Big Firm Marketing was cutthroat, and Amanda knew Jacob’s easy-going personality was just a cover up. There was something dark lurking just below his surface, and she didn’t trust him.
‘This needs to get done. I can’t just leave it to you.’
‘Why not? I’m not your boyfriend. I don’t need you to hold my hand and tell me how to do the job. We’ve already discussed what needs to get done.’
‘What is that supposed to mean?’
‘It means I can do it, go celebrate your birthday.’
‘I meant the crack about Greg. What is it supposed to mean?’
‘C’mon Amanda, I’ve seen you with him. He’s no match for you. You say jump and he asks how high. You cancelled on him after he’d planned a special night and all he says is “Of course dear, you do what you need to do. I’ll be here when you’re done.” Good looking though he is, he doesn’t have much of a backbone.’
‘Greg is a mature, intelligent man. He supports my career and we have a very stimulating time together. It’s not all beer, ballgames and boobs with him,’ Amanda snapped back at him, telling herself it was enough.
‘Hey! There’s nothing wrong with those things. If your man pulled his head out of his dusty old books and went to a ballgame with the boys he might learn how to handle you better.’
‘Handle me?’ Amanda worked to keep the anger from her voice. ‘I’m not one of your airhead bimbos, Jacob. Nobody “handles” me.’
‘Maybe that’s the problem.’ The glint in Jacobs’s eye dared her to question that comment.
‘There is no problem,’ she stated firmly, ignoring the unaccustomed heat in her belly. ‘How did we even get on this subject? I’m staying to finish this because I don’t trust you not to screw it up, even with a step by step outline.’
Their eyes locked and the heat flared in her belly, spreading to the juncture of her thighs. Her nipples hardened and began to ache for attention. What was going on here?
‘Enough!’ Uncomfortable with the building tension Amanda turned back to the conference table. ‘Lets just get this done.’ Pushing aside the confusing thoughts and emotions running through her she shuffled some papers into order. Maybe it took more than a hot stare from Greg to get her body humming, but at least she respected and trusted him.
Amanda sensed Jacob’s presence close behind her and fought the attraction she felt. The urge to turn to him, thrust her hands into his hair and pull his mouth to hers was strong, but she fought it. She didn’t even like him, how could she want him?
‘People always do what you tell them to don’t they?’ Jacob leaned in and whispered in her ear. His breath warm and moist on her skin. Trying to straighten up her back hit the solid wall of his chest. He had her pinned close to the table; she couldn’t straighten without asking him to move. And she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of asking him for anything.
‘Doesn’t that bore you? Having people scared of you because they know you can make their life hell? Don’t you ever just want to relax, let someone else take control?’
‘No,’ she answered.
‘No? I think your lying. I think you focus so much on work because the rest of your life bores you. No challenge.’
He stepped closer, pressing his chest against her back. She felt the nudge of his erection against her buttocks and repressed the shiver that ran through her. An uncontrollable urge to push him, to explore what was happening took over her.
‘My life doesn’t bore me,’ she stated. ‘You bore me.’
‘Liar,’ he whispered. ‘I turn you on, and you don’t even know why. I know you don’t like me, but soon, you’ll crave me.’
What did that mean? Crave him?
With those cryptic comments he stepped back, walked to the other side of the table and began to talk about the proposal as if nothing unusual had happened.
Amanda struggled to get her mind back on work, but her body wouldn’t let her. Restless energy and burning heat swept through her veins urging her towards something she couldn’t, wouldn’t, admit to wanting.
The next few hours passed with only work being discussed. Amanda did well disguising her inner tension until they were closing the last of the folders and Jacob gripped her chin firmly in his hand and directed her gaze to his.
‘I see passion in your work, Amanda, but none in your life. You order everybody about as if they are your personal lackeys. Even me, you treat me as if we’re not partners on this project, as if I don’t know how to put together a proposal. Well I do, and you know what else I know? I know how to handle a woman like you.’
‘I told you. Nobody “handles” me.’
‘No?’ he quirked an eyebrow at her. ‘I’m going to.’
‘Good luck,’ she said with a laugh and pulled away from him only to find herself spun around sharply and bent over the conference table. His erection pressed against her out-thrust ass while she struggled half heartedly against the hands pulling her wrists behind her back. Holding them tightly in one hand he quickly undid his belt with the other as he listened to her cursing him.
‘Incredible vocabulary you have there, Amanda. However, not once have you used the word “No” or told me to stop. Could it be that you enjoy being “handled”?’ He taunted as he pressed against her rhythmically and tightened his belt around her wrists.
His taunt hit home and stilled her struggles. She let her forehead rest on the tabletops and gave in to the rioting sensations of her body.
Jacobs’ hand stroked down her back and smoothed over her buttocks.
‘Fight me if you wish Amanda, but you can’t fight yourself any longer.’
Amanda closed her eyes in shame at the knowledge that he was right. Her mind may be rebelling at what he was doing, but her body loved it. She could feel her pussy lips thickening and her juices beginning to pool there. Her heart was pounding and her nipples shot bolts of pleasure to her nether regions every time she shifted against the hard tabletop.
‘Shhh,’ he crooned as he lifted her skirt and bared her nylon clad behind. ‘I won’t hurt you,’ he promised. With one hand still on her back pressing her into the table the other quickly removed her panties. His hand was warm and rough on her skin as it smoothed over her bare buttocks and she relaxed a little. ‘Any more than you deserve that is.’
A loud smack echoed in the room and Amanda felt the stinging pain as he brought his hand down sharply on her rounded cheeks. ‘That is for Edward. The poor guy has enough confidence problems with women without your comments everyday about his hieght.’ Another loud smack echoed throughout the room. ‘That is for Emily. She is your secretary, not your slave. Pick up your own dry cleaning from now on.’
On and on Jacob went. Tears streamed silently down Amanda’s cheeks, as she lay bent over the table in submission. The tears weren’t from the pain; Jacobs spanking wasn’t really that hard. They flowed because Amanda was ashamed of the hunger she felt in her pussy. She unconsciously spread her thighs further apart and found herself hoping Jacob would stop spanking her and slide his hand between her thighs.
‘Liking this are you? I knew you would.’ He stopped smacking her ass and she arched her back in invitation. ‘You’ll like this even better.’
Jacob efficiently unzipped his trousers and pulled out his throbbing cock. Rubbing it over her burning ass cheeks he leaned forward to speak into her ear again.
‘Have you ever wanted to be filled so much that you’ve begged for it? I don’t need to test you; I can smell your lust. I can see it running down your thighs. Ohhh your thighs, the way you spread them so wide for me without me even asking. I know you want this. Don’t you?’ He slid his cock between her thighs. Thrust it back and forth a few times so it rubbed up and down the length of her pussy.
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