Love or Obsession

by Needforlove

Summary:

Andreas meet Amelia for the first time on her day of marriage in her bridal clothes ready to walk down the aisle. He will do anything to have her, anything!
Amelia is his to fuck, to love, to care and he will do everything to get her.
Timid girl meets an overbearing, obsessive man.

Notes:

“Sir…who are you, please let go of me” i ask nervously. mmmm…my sweet, polite girl i’m yours he replies.
He places a gentle kiss on my forehead, my nose and then glides down, i stop breathing completely… “please no” i whisper shaking my head…he sucks my lower lip into his mouth moaning, one of his hands glides down my stomach and goes to my sex.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 : You are mine!

 

I never thought i’ll be getting married at 17. Wilhelm is 10 years my senior. We fell in love, when i was working part time in a coffee shop after school. It was a whirl wind romance, he always tells he likes my shyness and innocence and he’s lucky that he will get to cherish it after our marriage. I was always saving myself for marriage, i come from a conservative family, my father is a pastor. That’s also one of the reasons for my marriage, my father believes I’m of age, where a man like Wilhelm older and smarter, can take care of me and provide for me and i should be doing my duty as a women by getting married. I never had a boyfriend, never kissed anyone other than Wilhelm. And never done more than that with anyone not even my fiancé.

 

Wilhelm is eager but wants to wait till marriage, and today is the day. In another couple of hours i’ll be married to him. I’m rather scared, i love him, but i’m not sure if i was ready for marriage this early in life. Wilhelm convinced my father, before he ever proposed to me in-fact we never discussed about marriage. It was shock to happen in front of everyone on my 17th birthday. I sometimes think i was pressured by everyones expectations and had to say yes that day. I hate confrontations, i’m scared to disappoint anyone and especially bad at saying no. I know those are very bad character traits, but i’m not confident enough to change them.

 

I’m standing in front of full length mirror, in a lace white bridal gown, mermaid cut, v-neck neckline deeper than what i like, i keep on tugging the dress trying to cover by big breasts. They say the groom should not see the brides gown before the marriage, but this dress was chosen by Wilhelm. Everything in fact from our guest list to the decor the cake everything was selected by him, i didn’t mind. But at least when it comes to the dress i wanted something different not something which accentuates my curves so much, the dress is like second skin showing off my figure.

 

A sigh falls my lips, what am i doing? i should be happy, Wilhelm is successful man, works in the marketing division of a large conglomerate, he is expecting to be promoted soon. He hates his boss, apparently he’s a very demanding one. What i mean is he says i’ll never need for anything, he’ll take care of me and i can just be his good wife. But i wanted something different from life, i love painting. I wanted to attend school and learn more about it.

 

Amelia, are you ready? Elena my only best friend from childhood enters the room. You look beautiful, Amelia she tells me. I try tugging my dress once more near my breasts. “This i show her, i don’t like it Elena. So much of them are showing” i tell her.
“Oh come on you have a beautiful body there is nothing wrong in showing it off”. I don’t like it i tell her, it's going to draw everyone attention, i hate attention, i tell her.

She laughs, "true....you should have told that Wilhelm about it when you were selecting it” she tells sourly. "I dont understand why you let him walk all over you, letting him decide everything for you. It's not too late, i can still help you if you dont want this marriage, she tells holding my hands in her. You deserve so much better Amelia" she whispers.

"I dont think, he is that bad i tell her". she releases a deep sigh. Elena and Wilhelm have a sour relation, they don’t like each other and neither want to budge on their views after so much trying from me.

 

Wilhelms POV

 

So how is it going Mr.groom my friends are all lounging in the room having drinks, we’ll be walking out in another 10 minutes for the ceremony. I gulp down a double shot of whisky. Fucking ecstatic i tell them. “Of course, you got yourself a sweet, virgin, submissive wife what else could you ask for they cheer”.
"Well you guys sound jealous, and you should be i tell them smirking. I was lucky enough to nab her before anyone found her. And i’m going to reap the benefits this week end when i’m going to enjoy her virgin body" i tell them. They all laugh as we all walk out together to the wedding aisle.

 

We all take our positions on the altar, waiting for my beautiful bride. I had all my colleagues from work, especially my boss whom I’m trying to impress the man Andreas, he is bane of existence. But if i continue impressing him, I’m going to get that promotion very soon and move to London so that I’m not under his immediate eye anymore. I’ll be heading the London division. This marriage is all part of the plan, makes me a responsible man, the heads of the company are kind old school they like people who are family orientated. But not Andreas, at 40, he is neither married nor seem to be interested but no one can dare ask him. He is the boss with 75 percent shares in the company. I can see him sitting there, in one of the last rows disinterested, i give him a nod and a smile, he replies with his nod but no smile. Bastard, what it will take to get him to smile at me.

 

Andreas POV

 

I could not have asked for a worst Friday night, attending that sleazy fucker Wilhelm’s marriage. The way he was boasting about using his virgin bride while walking down the aisle. No respect for the women. I don’t know which poor women had agreed to marry this bastard. Either she is too innocent and a bad judge of character, or she is just after his money. Either way i pity that poor girl, no one deserves this bad example of a man.

The music starts, i guess that’s the arrival of bride. Every one’s turning around for the first glimpse of the bride. There are gasps, tears and all kinds of reactions. I get up along with everyone and finally turn around to look at the bride. I’m stunned by her beauty, she is breathtaking, elegant and a blushing bride in every sense. She seems something out a dream, I'm dumbstruck, she’s shaken my core jolting me out a dream. I’m completely taken by her…her head bowed, innocent and shy. It seems she hates the attention, her cheeks blushed naturally, eyes down, breathing erratic.

She is gorgeous and she is going to be all MINE.

They are still standing at the entrance, the girl looks reluctant and scared apparently they are waiting for the father. I get up and go out and i need to make an urgent phone call.

I dial my assistant's number...Tristan, i need this marriage stopped right now. Sir?, my assistant ask’s bewildered at my request. What are you talking Sir? I am at the sleaze bag Wilhelm’s marriage and i want you to cause a distraction and stop this ceremony before it completes, you have 5 minutes i tell him. I disconnect the call, and go inside.

They are still in the same place looking for the bride’s father. I see a waiter carrying glasses of white wine, fuck this will have to do. I gesture him with my head, he comes offering me a glass, i slip him couple of 500 euros and give him the necessary instructions. He looks reluctant, i place four more 500 euros on the table, telling its his after he finishes the job. He nods happily, and goes around the people and then comes in front the waiting party at the entrance of the aisle and tips his tray on the bride and her friend. I smirk at the success, everyone is worried, some angry shouting on the waiter. Others trying to clean the brides’s dress. Bride has hardly anything to say, she seems frozen, looking at her dress, it just seems she is not as very bothered by it, she even stops people from being rude with the waiter.

Then they turn around walk back to the changing rooms at the back of the church.

 

Amelie’s POV

 

I walk inside the changing room with my mother and Elena. They are cussing, distressed by the whole situation. I don’t know how i feel, i’m upset the dress is ruined and i'll have to take my vows in a ruined dress.
Wilhelm, knocks on the door calling out my name. Elena blocks his entrance telling he can’t see me. They fight for couple of minutes and i walk to the door and open it wider.

Wilhelm, seems flustered and angry at the inconvenience. You had one job Elena, be a good bridesmaid. And now you’ve ruined your friends special day. She splutters, getting red with anger. “Stop, please…Wilhelm, Its not Elena’s mistake. The waiter just slipped and he fell on both of us” i tell him.
Amelie, his jaw clenches, and then releases, he smiles. Please can you clean up and be presentable in the next 15 minutes? I nod my head yes.

 

I’ll have to remove my gown, and clean my body as the wine has seeped through my dress and onto my skin. I ask everyone to leave the room once i’m unzipped and remove the dress and pass it out to mother and Elena who are going to clean it till i refresh myself.

 

After a few minutes, there is a commotion, with raised voices coming from the church. I open the door slightly and there is water splashing from all the fire sprinklers drenching everyone and all the surfaces and decor. My eyes bug out, i close the door scrambling for my phone and then all the lights go off. My body freezes, i’m scared of the dark and I’m only in my underclothes. I call out for Elena or mother anyone but no one hears me in the commotion. I fall down on my knees hyperventilating tears falling from my eyes. I can’t breathe….

Then i feel hands under my knees and shoulders lifting me up, “Shhh…you are fine, just breathe tells a rough voice, i’m here you are not alone”.
I close my eyes trying to breathe but not able to. I’m sitting on a table i think, don’t know how long its been… “good girl just keep breathing, he whispers”. there’s a man standing in front of me. It’s dark, i can’t see the fingers in front of me.

“What’s your name”? he whispers in my ear his jaw scratching my neck. A shudder runs through my body at his closeness. I’m clutching his clothes at his back, don’t know when this happened. His hands are on my lace covered corset at my waist. Amelia i whisper.
“Hmmmm, are you scared of the dark Amelia"? i nod my head. “Do not be, i’m here with you…and no one will touch you or harm you now that i’m here he tells me”.
His lips gently flutter over my neck, i gasp.
Who…who are you mister? He places a small kiss on my neck, a shock travels through all my body, please i whimper scared by his boldness.

“I will never hurt you, you never have to be scared of me”. He hugs me to his body, you are mine Amelia he whispers against my ear, rubbing his hands on my back. My body is trembling, i’m scared, i can’t see this man, its so dark, all i can hear is my own heavy breaths and my thumping heart.

Just a small taste he tells as if to himself and then tilts my head up places open mouth kisses all over my neck, i’m hyperventilating, my body squirming please i whisper.
“Sir…who are you, please let go of me” i ask nervously. mmmm…my sweet, polite girl i’m yours he replies. Oh gosh i whimper.

He places a gentle kiss on my forehead, my nose and then glides down, i stop breathing completely… “please no” i whisper shaking my head…he sucks my lower lip into his mouth moaning, one of his hands glides down my stomach and goes to my sex.
I clutch his hand shaking my head, "please don’t…i’ve never”, he groans and holds both my hands in one of his tightly holding against his chest. I wriggle my wrists, trying to get free. "Don't pull away from me Amelia", he tells Sternly.

“Please Sir, don’t do this"…i request him.
Ameliaaaaa, you beg so beautifully he mutters…and his thumb flutters on my lace covered sex i whimper, my head falling back. He kisses my neck and rubs my clit. “Please don’t….please stop something is happening”…..i mutter confused.
“my pure innocent girl, you are going to come. Let go, just feel my fingers on your cunt and let this feeling wash over you”.

He licks my lower lip and bites it gently and i let go, my head falls forward on his chest, panting for breath, my lower body squirming. he kisses my head clutching my waist hard. My eyes close, body shaking. He lets go, and takes a step back, "soon Amelia” he whispers and walks away and the lights turn on as soon as the door is closed.

 

Did i imagine that? No i can still feel his hands on my waist, it was real. i touch my lower lip and its still wet from his mouth. Oh god, i let some other man, kiss me on my wedding day. Wilhelm is going to get very upset if i tell him. I don’t even know who it was, he helped me through my anxiety attack. I get down and wear my robe, and find my phone. The door crashes open, everyone is flustered, angry talking over each other. The gist of it is the wedding is cancelled as the church is unsalvageable, all the guests have been drenched. And Wilhelm has to leave for London tonight immediately as part of his promotion.

He takes my face in his palms, don’t worry Amelia, we will get married soon, but i need to leave now. I’ll call you and we’ll arrange everything. He just walks away before i utter a single word. What the hell is wrong with that man Elena shouts. He just left, he’s such a self-centered pig.
Elena, i warn her. Don’t… can we please just leave. I don’t feel good i tell her. I’m still overwhelmed by some strangers touch on my body. It was scary and electric.

 

It’s been a week since my marriage mishap, and that strangers hands on me. I’ve been accepted into one a prestigious Paris school for arts. I applied sometime back to many institutes, but i never got any reply and now, it’s like a dream come true. Suddenly as if i have a personal guardian angel all my wishes are coming true. In another week i’ll be leaving for Paris, all my education is paid for with scholarship i’ll just need to find a part time job for my daily expenses.

 

Andreas POV

 

I’ve been a very busy person this week, getting a marriage cancelled, shipping off the groom, Whisking off the bride to Paris, then wrapping up all my work here in states so that i can move to Paris. I have a chateau their far from the bustling city, and a massive office in the business district. I can’t wait to have my Amelia all to myself.

I upgrade her flight to first class. I don’t want her to worry about anything anymore, she will have everything she needs before she asks for it. I know she wanted to go to school for Arts. And i made that happen. Soon we will meet again and she will be all mine.

 

I can’t wait to have her beautiful body under me, her lips on mine and her neck clenched in between my teeth. She is turning me into an aggressive lover. I can’t help it, the need to consume her and make her mine is so overwhelming. I’m not a very patient man, and i’ve always achieved what i want in my life by hook or crook. And Amelia, is my most prized possession so she will be mine whether she wants it or not.

Chapter 2: Patience?

Summary:

Andreas is controlling himself or is he really? Amelia, uncertain of all the attention.

Chapter 2: Patience?

 

Amelia’s POV

 

It’s been 10 days now, that i’m in Paris. Wilhelm hasn’t spoken to me, after our little fight over the phone. He was against my wish to move to Paris. In the 6 months that i know him, he has never been rude or this unreasonable with me. He was very angry and wanted me to decline my offer from Paris school. But with Elena’s constant prompts on how to tackle the situation i told him in clear words that i would like to go. He just disconnected the call with an ultimatum that he would never talk to me again if i go.

 

That’s then, and now I’ve tried calling him multiple times daily but he doesn’t answer my calls. It breaks my heart to have disappointed him like this. I want us to go back the way we were. But he doesn’t love me enough to be happy with my decision. And then there is that stranger who took some liberties with me, i can still feel his fingers and lips on me. I’ve never felt like that, scared and still wanting something equally. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life not being able to see or stop someone from touching me.

 

I have to still find a job, I’ve applied for many restaurants and libraries which were looking for work but none of them replied back even when though they very happy when i interviewed with them. I don’t understand how is that possible. I’m left with money for 15 days worth of expenses, I’ll have to find something soon.

 

Then the next day i get an email from job agency. It’s a position of a part time chef and librarian and it comes with an accommodation on the estate. That’s perfect. I ask them when i can attend the interview. They send me the address and request me to be present there at 2:00 in the afternoon.

 

I wear a knee length white sundress, pair it with a denim jacket. I take the metro and reach the address 20 minutes before time. Huge iron gates, with a 500 metres of gravel driveway with gardens on both sides of it. At the end of driveway a fountain facing a stone mansion. I can see small quarters behind the mansion probably the service quarters.

I contemplate ringing the intercom, but i’m too early. I stand there looking at my watch determining my next steps. Then a voice startles me at the intercom near the gate. Madam, have you decided if you want to come in or go? I..I’m sorry, its just that i’m early i tell the person on the other side of intercom. Please don’t be sorry, i’ll buzz you in please come on in. I walk in admiring the beautiful place and its gardens, its massive something i have only seen only in the movies.

 

At the end of the driveway huge glass doors open, a man is standing there in white shirt and black slacks with a tie having an inviting smile. He is probably couple of inches taller than me and in his late 20’s i think.

He extend’s his hand you must be Amelia, i’m Tristan, i work for Mr. Sinclair. I’m his personal assistant for all intents and purposes he mentions. He seems like a jovial person.
Yes, that’s me….thanks for having me here…i have a job interview…pshhh…its yours he tells me. Come let me show you around Mr. Sinclair is out in the city at his office and will be back much later.

 

I look at him confused, "but the interview"?
"I saw all your credentials you are more than qualified for the job. Come on let me show you the chateau and you're living space". I follow him reluctantly, this seems too good to be true. "How come you never found someone till now?" i ask him.

"We had a house keeper but as she was too old to continue, Mr.Sinclair has given her a break from cooking and now she only works on weekends doing cleaning, she still lives in the staff quarters behind as her permanent home. We have a couple of more staff for gardening, day to day cleaning and for the pool at back of the house".

 

He shows me the mansion, the staff quarters which are single room cottages behind the main mansion. Then he shows me the mansion, the ground floor has two bed rooms along with a dining area, kitchen and huge receiving room.The first floor is the Library, entertainment room, home gym and sauna. Then we walk on the second floor of the mansion, "this floor is Mr. Sinclairs personal quarters, and at the end of it is your room" he tells me.

He opens into a huge room, it's all white and soft golden interior with floor length windows opening into a balcony facing the pool and back gardens. It has massive walk in closet with an attached bath area. "Do you like your room he asks me"? I turn back towards him my mouth gaping open. “This is too much, i can’t possible need this much of space i tell him. I’ll be more comfortable in staff quarters, i don’t mind sharing” i tell him.

“Miss. Amelia, all our staff quarters are full and we will need the chef staying in house. You will also have to take care of library, its a mess, and tons of new books have been ordered so you will have lot of work on your hands”. I turn around looking at the room, the bed is something out a dream, i’ll probably need a stool to climb on. The room is mine? I can’t believe it, it’s breath taking, i think to myself.

 

Tristan then shows me the library, and cartons of books lining one of the walls. There is a fireplace on one of the walls with black brown leather couches running parallel and adjacent to it. Opposite the entry to library is a huge floor length windows facing the driveway. the ceilings are so high, i’ve never seen anything like this. How do they even maintain this place.

 

Its 4:00 by the time he shows me everything in the mansion, “Let’s eat something I’ve taken a liberty of ordering us some sandwiches, after that we can send a driver with you to pick up all your luggage from the city”.
I can get a taxi i don’t mind. "It comes with the job Miss. Amelia, whenever you need to go to the city be it your college or errands kindly avail one of the drivers”.
I nod my head, Tristan can you please call me Amelia i tell him. He seems reluctant but agrees smiling.

“Will i be meeting Mr.Sinclair today?” i ask him. He thinks chewing his food, “he will call on you when he is ready to meet you. Don’t worry he is a reasonable boss, he just expects perfection in everything and i think you will do perfectly here” he smiles.

 

It’s night by the time i have traveled back and forth into the city with my luggage. I’m tired, soaking in the bathtub. After finishing i change into silk knee length white sleeping gown with matching robe. Its too revealing without the robe this was all my wedding couture. I’m happy no one is going to see me in them.

 

I lie down in the bed, remove my robe and fall asleep on this cloud of a bed.

 

Andreas POV

 

As soon as i’m back home, i ask Tristan for all the updates regarding Amelia. He tells me, how she seemed reluctant to live in the mansion, asking for a room in staff quarters and how she admired the place. How she was happy to help organise the library. And at last he tells me that she has Tristan to address her by first name. I give him a nod agreeing to it, he leaves a relieved breath.

 

Thanks Tristan, you can retire for the night. We’ll talk tomorrow about our meetings its too late now. I sit down in my study, my nerves on an all time high knowing Amelia is sleeping just few doors down from me. I need to see her. I walk out to the end of the corridor, and open her room with the master key. Her bedside light is on, she hates dark i remember. I walk gently towards her side of the bed. Fuck, so beautiful, her lips slightly open breathing softly. One of her hands under her cheek lying side ways. I pull the arm chair closer, settle down in front of her watching her asleep.

 

After a while she squirms and settles on her back, her blanket sliding down to her stomach. My breath stalls, i get on my feet and walk towards her like in a trance, her body has played some magic on me. I sit on the bed beside her my hands on either side of her body, my face hovering over hers. My fingers flutter over her cheeks, her lower lip, then over her neck down to her cleavage. I lick my lips, one of her tits is falling out of her night gown, its gorgeous with pink large areola and then button of a hard nipple. My thumb flicks over her nipple. I bend down, lick her nipple looking at her face. Fuck, she is a heavy sleeper.

I tug the other side of her gown revealing both of her tits. Fuck, i want to bite them, leaving my marks all over them. I suck her nipples closing my eyes moaning at the feel of her in my mouth. She squirms, her head tilting slightly up. I let go and repeat the same with the other tit. My cock is hard, paining for a release. I lick all over her tit like an ice cream cone, then her neck.

I lie down gently on top of her, without placing my weight on her. I breathe in her air my nose touching hers, i lick her upper lip with my tongue, and then her lower lip. Her lips are pouty and shiny with the moisture from my tongue. She would look so beautiful with my cum on her pink lips. I groan sucking her lower lip and letting it go. I rub my lips all over face, her neck, all the while humping on the bed. I’m going to come in my pants like a fucking teenager.

It's treacherous what i’m doing, but I’ve never felt so enchanted by someone. I lick her tit and blow air on it, she moans in her sleep, titling her chest more in my mouth. I groan and cum in my pants my eyes closing, my mouth falling open, my nose rubbing her tits. I kiss all over her exposed body for next few minutes smelling in her beautiful scent.

Then adjust her clothes back and cover her with the blanket and settle down in arm chair watching her for some more time. At last, after all the necessary manoeuvre’s i’ve finally have her where i want. Under my roof, under my supervision. Soon i’ll have her in every way, Amelia is going to be mine and only mine. After a while i leave, locking the door back again looking at her one last time.

 

I can’t believe i lost control like that, it’s good that she is a heavy sleeper, or i would have scared her to death today. My cock is still hard after coming just few minutes back. I want her under me, squirming on my cock, tears out of her eyes, body shivering with relentless passion. But i need to get her there slowly, she is naive and innocent, i’m gonna scare her with my passion.

 

Its morning, i had a very restless night. I’m in the study, watching Amelia in the kitchen. I have camera’s all over the common places of the house, except the rooms for now. Amelia is already up whipping up breakfast. I only gave her a job, to have her near me. I don’t like the idea of her working in the kitchen, or the library. But for now the ruse has to go on until she is mine and agrees to be mine. I message Tristan, who is sitting by the kitchen island working on his laptop. Ask Amelia, not tire herself too much, just an omelette would do. He immediately replies with a yes sir.

I can hear them talking…. “Amelia, Mr. Sinclair only prefers an omelette in the morning, kindly refrain from over doing and tiring yourself".

"Oh, i don’t mind i’m used to making a large breakfast, i used to do that everyday back home. I’m not great, but a reasonably good chef. I’m not going to disappoint Mr.Sinclair with just an omelet. Kindly let me make him a good healthy breakfast. If he feels it’s too much i’ll refrain from tomorrow” she informs.

hmmmm…she is an obstinate and caring person. I love that even though unknowingly she still wants to take care of me. She makes enough breakfast for me, Tristan and herself. I don’t like her cooking for someone else, but i can’t obviously correct her right now.

 

“Will he be joining us she asks nervously”. I text my answer to Tristan. “No, i’ll be taking his breakfast in the home office, he is busy with some important meetings”.

She nods her head, makes me a large plate covers it with a cloche and gives it to Tristan. She places a small vase with a single flower in it on the tray. My beautiful girl is sending me a flower. I should be the one wooing her or romancing her, but its the other way around. I don’t think i have ever been given a flower. Though she is doing only out of courteousness, she is polite like that, i’m gonna keep that flower.

 

After breakfast, i’m busy working along Tristan, but my eyes keep searching for her through cameras in and around home. Presently she is in the library going through the cartons of books, stacking them and separating them based on genres i think. She is sitting on the floor, Her hair tied up in bun, some tendrils falling loose, the curve of her neck is so seductive, i want to kiss her. I’m having a hard time concentrating on work. I’m not ready for her to see me yet, i need her relaxed here, make her feel at home. Till then this will have to do.

 

She is off to college now, i have my driver who is also my personal security appointed to her now. I want her protected and watched at all times. I’ve given Tristan orders to have food ordered for dinner from a good restaurant. I don’t want Amelia, tired all day at college and come back and spend hours in kitchen.

 

She is back from college, a while back and walks into the kitchen getting ready for dinner. Tristan immediately stops her telling the food has already been ordered its on the dining table.

“Oh, okie”… her expression falls. I don’t understand the reason for her sullen expression. I thought she would be happy. She’s been quiet all through her dinner as i watch her on my screen even though Tristan tries to get her talking.

 

She is already asleep for couple of hours by the time, i enter her room. I kiss her forehead looking at her beautiful face. What could possibly be troubling my girl. All day I’ve been waiting for this opportunity to be with her. She looks like an angel. I softly place kiss on her lips and tuck her in properly and leave the room after watching her for couple of hours.

 

Amelia’s POV

 

I’m making breakfast for Mr. Sinclair, i think he didn’t like my breakfast, as he had ordered dinner from outside last night. I’m gonna try do better and listen to instructions properly. May be he didn’t like my cooking, but back home everyone enjoyed my cooking more than they did my mother’s. I feel like a failure, i disappointed him on the first day of job.

 

I leave a note along with the omelette and flower for Mr.Sinclair on the tray. "I’m sorry Mr. Sinclair if you didn’t like my cooking, i’ll follow your instructions, can you give me a chance to make you a better meal, kindly let me make you dinner, i’ll do better”. I sign the note with my name at the bottom.

 

I go back to my room and change into something for college and grab my bag and come back down. As i walk out i find the empty vase with a note underneath it. I walk back and retrieve the note. Did he not read it?
I open it “Miss. Amelia your breakfast was delicious as was yesterday’s, thanks for taking care of me. Any better than that i’ll have to kiss your hands after every bite” it says. My cheeks heat, i can’t stop smiling. I tuck the note in my school bag.

 

At the end of the day, I’m excited to be back at the mansion. I’m prepping dinner for Mr. Sinclair. He is not home, according to Tristan, but will be back at dinner time. I’ve already made fresh garlic bread, salad, lasagna is baking in the oven. For dessert i’m making Panna cotta with fresh berry puree. I’ve placed everything on the table, i finish up my dinner and go back to my room. Tristan has asked me not to wait for clearing the table as someone else will take care of it.

 

I try calling Wilhelm, and today is going to be the last time I’m calling him. As usual his call goes to voicemail. After an hour back in my room, i walk down for some water. Whom i see I think is Mr.Sinclair having his dinner facing away from me. I stop on the steps, trying to retreat back without disturbing him. He sits up straight as if sensing me behind him he puts his cutlery down. I step back slowly, climbing back, my foot slips on the next step a squeak leaving my lips and i fall on my ass on the step above. Ouch! my ass hurts.

 

A chair scraps loudly and fast footsteps thundering towards me. Then i see feet in my vision..I slowly lift up my eyes up meeting his. I suck in a breath, he is big man, muscled his shirt sleeves rolled up, handsome face…rough with a serious expression. Does he ever smile, he has no laugh lines. Just a strict face.

 

Are you alright? Amelia? His hand waves in front of my face, Amelia? He has such a gravelly heavy voice like vibrating through me.

He lifts me up gently…you need to be more careful he tells sternly. He climbs down the stairs with me in his arms. He places me on the kitchen island and stands in between my legs. Where are you hurt? He picks up my feet, his fingers fluttering over my calf checking for injuries. Only thing injured is my brain…as if I’ve lost all forms of senses. I suck in a breath when his fingers touch my thigh. “I’m….i’m fine sir….just my ego is bruised” i tell him.

 

He stills…looking at me intently, a tiny smirk on his face. His eyes rove all over my face, his eyes getting serious. His fingers gently flutter over my face, i suck in a breath, his hands stills and pulls back. His jaw clenches, fingers forming a fist.

Did i make him angry, why does he look so angry all of a sudden. “I’m sorry i didn’t mean to disturb your dinner, i was going back when i saw you and then i slipped. I’m sorry I’m flustered and talking nonsense”.

He places a finger on my lips stopping me. “Don’t be sorry, you can never disturb me. His thumb rubs my lower lip, thanks for the delicious meal” he tells me. He bends down and kisses my cheek, you smell so good he murmurs so quietly, his nose rubbing my neck.

My eyes widen…pulling my head back…did…did you say something Sir?, i ask him. He lifts his head up and pulls back..”I think it's time for bed Amelia” he tells me.

He helps me down, from the island by clutching my waist, his hands clenching on my waist as if he doesn’t want to let me go. My body trembles with fear his body is hard allover only muscles, he doesn’t step back.

My hands gently push him back, trying to get some space between him and the kitchen island... I’m stuck. He growls when i try to push him slightly. My body stills, like a prey in a predator’s clutches. “Please, i beg…i…i will go back, kindly let me go sir”, i tell him.

Are you scared? he asks me, lifting my chin up. My eyes are filled with tears, he looks in my eyes…and then when the first tear flows down. he collects it with his finger and sucks it in his mouth.

He bites his lower lip, and moves back. “Go, he tells…before it's too late”. I run like I’m being chased by the devil. I lock myself in the room, fall down on my knees breathing heavily. Oh god that man is scary. He could crush me with his hands. Why did he look so angry and frustrated. It’s not like i intentionally disturbed him. I’m gonna keep myself away from him.

 

Andreas POV

 

It’s been two days since the kitchen incident, haven’t even been in her bedroom at night since then, i might not be able to control myself if i see her again. I’m hanging by a thread, her soft skin and her smell. Her tears, her body trembling in my hands. I didn’t want to scare her, but i think i did. I was just trying to control myself from throwing her on the counter and licking her body. She would have cried, pushed me, denied me and i would have enjoyed every second of it. She would have been putty in my hands, after i was done with her. But it’s too soon.

My sick thoughts, i don’t want her scared…i never liked my women fearful or nervous. But there is something about her. I like that emotion of her face so much. Even the first time i remember her body trembling and denying me in the dark, asking me to stop. And i enjoyed her whimpers of fear and then in ecstasy. That’s how i want her fearful, hesitant but then me conquering her.

In my free time, i’m always watching her through the camera’s. I’m this close to placing one in her room. But, no…i need to have some patience.

It's time, i need to incorporate myself some more in her life. I don’t want her petrified of me, intimidated?.. may be.
I’m waiting in the car, when she steps out to go for college. John, opens the back door for her, she steps in thanking him and asking how he is?
Then gasps, when she finds me already waiting in the car. Her eyes widen and she whispers Sir?

“I thought as we are both going the same way i’ll drop you on my way”, i tell her.
“I…i..can take metro sir, you needn’t trouble yourself”.
“There is no trouble Amelia, Its my pleasure…i thought we could spend time together”. She is sitting opposite me, and so close to door and as far away from me as possible.
Oh gosh…she murmurs quietly looking out the window. I smirk looking at her obvious nervousness.

I close the privacy screen locking us in a bubble of my making.
"So, how are classes”? She is sitting in front of me, her head bowed, fingers clenching in her lap.
“They are going well, i’m really enjoying learning everything”. She hasn’t looked up…

“Do you like the city?” i ask her, she nods her head, “Yes, it’s beautiful, though i didn’t get to see it much”.
“Amelia, can you please look at me while we are talking”, i tell her.
She closes her eyes tightly, she is taking some deep breaths trying to embolden herself.
I patiently wait, watching her routine….fascinated by her every expression. Then she lifts her head up slowly looking at me.

I lean front slightly, and she sticks her back to the seat, her eyes widening and cheeks heating. Do i make you nervous, Amelia? i ask her. She nods her head. Yes, she whispers.
I pull her fingers apart, unclenching them and holding them in my hands.

“You have such beautiful hands, when are you going to show me your art work?” i ask her.
You want to see my art? she asks me. Yes, why does that surprise you? i ask her.
I don’t know maybe because I’m working for you and are being too familiar with me and its making me nervous, i think to myself obviously not bold enough to say it out loud.

“I can show you, when ever you are free, Im sure you are too busy, and i’m just learning I’m fine, but not very good”.. she rambles.
“Let me be the judge of it, and i find it hard to believe that you can be bad at anything, like your cooking, you are amazing…I’ve never had such delicious home food for a very along time now".

 

I lift her fingers to my lips watching her and kiss each of her fingers. Her mouth opens slightly eyes widening, "ummmm Sir, you are too kind. I like cooking so it’s not that big of a deal i’m okie at it"…she tells me.

I clench her fingers slightly in my hands, "do not sell yourself short Amelia, you are very good. I don’t like this self deprecating talk coming from you. Just say thank you and accept the compliment".

She pulls her hands back, Yes, i mean…thank you Sir, she tells going red in face chewing her lip looking anywhere else, closing her fingers in a fist.

Fuck, did i hurt her…she is a delicate flower, i need to control my emotions. At this rate she will run for hills. Did i hurt you? i ask her gently nodding at her fingers.
Let me see, i tell and pull her fingers opening her palms and checking both the sides. I kiss both her palms, "i’m sorry if it hurts".

"Oh, no…it does not, its just that”….she does not complete her sentence. "But your fingers are trembling" i ask her…
Her pupils are blown from fear or lust i don’t know, she is breathing short heavy breaths.
I look into her eyes and start kissing each finger with open mouth kisses, on the last finger i gently nip her in between my teeth and kiss it.

She gasps, and pull her hands back to her. “Did that hurt” i ask her.
No, she shakes her head. “Did you like it” i ask her with a seductive allure in my voice.
She gently bites her lower lip, squirming in the seat, looking away from me.

The top two buttons of her tight top have come off with all her erratic breathing and squirming. I can see the top of her lace bra enclosing her tits.
Amelia? she looks up. i move forward in my seat and close her buttons. She gapes at my gesture.
I swipe my finger gently on top of her tit before sitting back. She gasps.
“I’m sorry, i’ll dress more appropriately from tomorrow” she tells me. “There is nothing wrong with your dress my love, i just don’t like the idea of anyone looking at you differently”, i tell her.

 

“It can’t be helped, i suppose…you could wear a jute bag and still look sexy and beautiful”. Her eyes widen at my admission. “You are very beautiful Amelia, it shouldn’t surprise you”! i tell her.
Thank you, she replies quietly as if she can’t believe that she is beautiful. "You are very kind".

Kind, fucking hell, if only she can hear my thoughts right now…I widen my legs, my cock making a tent under my coat. Fuck, i want her on her knees, licking my cock, sucking it, choking on it. I would have her tits out, shaking with all the hard work she puts into pleasuring my cock.

 

As soon as her college comes into view, she unclips her seat belt. As she is getting down, i stop her by holding her wrist, have a good day Amelia and i kiss her cheek. She nods her head shakily and tells you too, Sir.

Notes:

Thanks to all the people reading my story!

Chapter 3: Exposure Therapy

Chapter 3 : Exposure Therapy

 

Andreas’s POV

 

It's late when i’m back home. All the lights are off except the dining area. I heat the food according to Amelia’s instructions and finish eating up. Never had this good home cooked meal. My girl is spoiling me.

 

I unlock her room, and as usual her bed side light is on. I get in the bed beside her and lie down facing her.
Soft breaths coming out of her pink pouty lips which are slightly open. I rub my thumb over her lip and push my thumb inside her mouth, touching her tongue. I moan from the heat of her mouth. it would feel amazing around my cock.

I pull out the thumb and suck it my mouth. I need to see her tits, after a glimpse of them in the morning. I need to feel them.
I gently pull her blanket down, and pull her spaghetti straps down her shoulder. As her gown slackens in the front, i pull it down under her tits.

Fuck, i lick my lips bending down and licking the nipple with my tongue. I give a long lick all over her tit and sucking it gently. She moans and her lips open further more. I take my cock out and pleasuring myself looking at her sexy body.

I get on my knees straddling her face hovering over her, one hand leaning on the head board and jerk my cock with the other hand, close to her face. i can feel her hot breath on my cock. I stop, seeing my pre cum dripping down, i point it to her open mouth and the drop lands inside her mouth. Fuck, i jerk my cock getting close rubbing my cock head on her mouth now and then. My stomach clenches, i lean back my head falling back and i cum on my fingers and my stomach. i moan rubbing her tit with my fingers gently. I rub some of my cum on her lips.
I clean up, and tuck myself in.

I lie down beside her, and adjust her clothes and tuck her in the blanket. i watch her beautiful face for sometime, until she starts squirming turning the other side. I want her in my arms, day and night. Soon…i always get what i want.

 

Amelia’s POV

 

I wake up with a strange taste in my mouth, shit i overslept i hurry up and get ready and go down prepping for breakfast. After breakfast, i go out and John is already waiting for me. I greet him as usual, thank god Mr. Sinclair is not driving with me today. He makes me nervous.

That man is going to give me a heart attack, he is too serious, too scary. I've never seen him smile till now. He’s too confident, and i’m unable to stop his advances. I don’t know how i feel abt it yet.

 

Today is going to be a difficult and awkward day, we are learning how to draw portraits of people especially nudes. I’m going to see things i have never in my life till now. The class is ready the model introduces himself as Antoine. Oh god, this is going to be very embarrassing. After more than a hour of me trying to avoid his eyes or his lower regions i finish his face and his chest without looking down.

 

At the end of the day, i’m walking out looking for john, when Antoine steps in front of me, my cheeks heat looking at him.
I startle back, "Sorry, ma cherie didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Antoine, do you remember me from the morning class".
I nod my head, yes..hi…I’m Amelia.
Ah…beautiful name, i wanted to check if you wanted to go out for a drink with me.
Thanks, but i don’t drink i tell him.
How about dinner then, Sorry Antoine i have job to get to, I’m getting late. May be some other time. It was nice meeting you i tell him and walk away.

 

I’m just finished making dinner, when Andreas walks in. He stops, finding me in the kitchen. Hello Amelia, how was your day he asks? walking towards me. He comes around the island, coming towards me rolling his shirt sleeves.
It was good. How was yours? i ask him. It’s looking better now, he tells stopping in front of me. Oh, ok…good i say nervously.
Dinner is prepared, i can serve you if you are ready i tell him nervously. He looks at my lips and and takes one more step almost touching me.
I move back bumping into the refrigerator behind me. I’m looking up at him unsure.

He licks his lips…i’m thirsty Amelia he tells against my lips. i need you. what? i ask him confused.
You are blocking my access to fridge my love, i need you to move, so that i can get myself something to drink.
My cheeks heat, oh sorry…i didn’t think. No need for sorry, Amelia.

I move to the table quickly, setting up dinner. “We can use the kitchen island he tells me. It’s just you and me”.
Oh gosh, the chairs are too close on the kitchen island i can’t possible sit that close to him. I set up two plates, he starts serving in both the plates. “Please sit, what would you like to drink" he asks me.
Water is fine, i tell him.
We start eating, he asks me about my family and about my college.
“So no boyfriend”? he ask’s me. Um…no, i was actually engaged, he stops eating for a second and then continues.

But due to some circumstances the marriage was postponed. "Postponed? Are you still engaged” he asks me looking at all serious.
I don’t know, my fiancé has been a bit difficult to reach and after a while I’ve stopped trying.
He puts his cutlery down, with a loud clatter.
I startle and look up at him, are you still in contact with him? he asks, i shake my head no.
“Good..he tells. He is not worth it, if you were mine, i wouldn’t let you get away from me even for a few minutes, let alone days without communication. He is worthless, piece of shit…who doesn’t know the value of you”.

Ummm…i don’t know! “Do you love him"? he asks me sternly.
I thought i did once i tell him. “Forget about him Amelia the sooner the better”.
“You deserve someone, who will lay the world at your feet, who loves you, whose first priority is always you, who will do anything to have you in his life”.
I look at him mesmerised by his words. Not everyone get’s what they want Sir. I’m a simple girl i want a simple life.
“Simple, huh! Why simple when you can have everything Amelia” he tells.

He kisses my forehead and walks away leaving me knocked with his words. This man is hot and cold. I don’t know when i’m gonna get what, so unpredictable. If you were mine, as if.. i can’t even imagine being his…he is so larger than life, I’m too simple for him. Why am i even thinking abt it….

 

Andreas POV

 

First thing i did last night was i blocked that bastard Wilhelm from Amelia’s phone. When she was asleep, i deleted his contact from her phone and as well all their msgs and photos. Then i blocked him on her phone. I also placed a cloning software in her phone, which would directly send me everything she does on her phone… texts, calls other forms of communication to mine. I’m soon gonna convince her to change her number to a local one, so that he can never contact her again.

 

I’m outside Amelia’s college, leaning on the car waiting for her. It’s been a week since we had our dinner together, i haven’t spoken to her, i needed to stay away from her, giving her time, had no contact with her, not even in the nights. I dont have patience anymore, so car ride is much safer, i can control myself.

 

I see her walking out, head bowed down in her own world. She is wearing a black knee length dress, a bag on her shoulders, her coat in her hand. I start walking towards her, when an eager looking asshole turns her around with his hand on her shoulders.

 

I growl, my hands fisting…i start walking towards them. No Antoine, i’m busy…I’m sorry. Come on ma cherie, let me take you to dinner. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked. What the fuck did he say?

 

I pull her back into me with her back to my front looping my hand around her waist. Hello, my love i whisper in her ears. She gasps and looks up at me and gives me a timid smile, i kiss her forehead. Hi, Sir! she replies. “how was your day Amelia?….it…it was good sir she murmurs.
Go and sit in the car i tell her. She nods her head, doing as told.

 

I look up and that gnat is still standing there. Who are you? I ask him with a blank face. My hands inside my pant pockets, so that i don’t take a swing at this fucker.
He extends his hand “I’m Antoine, i’m modelling nude for the artists as a subject he tells. My jaw clenches, expression turning volatile. He pulls back his hand when he sees i’m not going to reciprocate. “And you are”? he asks me.
“None of your business, and if find you pestering my girl again, you will never model any where in your life. Do you understand”? He nods his head. This will be your only warning, if i see you again anywhere near her, there won’t be a body to model.
He staggers back at my threat, nodding his head.

Amelia, is watching me from inside the car, she seems frightened. I start walking towards the car, and her head swivels away looking elsewhere.

Home John, i tell the driver and pull the partition screen up enclosing us from all sides.
Amelia is nervous, licking her lips and chewing on it.
I hate that my girl, has seen another man naked, even if it’s not sexual in nature. I crack my neck on both sides relieving the pressure, taking a deep breath, getting my emotions in control, i dont wanna come off as harsh or scare her again.

 

I haven’t you know? I look up at her confused.
You haven’t what? i ask her stiffly.
“I haven’t seen him naked. He was in my class last week but i couldn’t make myself look at him and I haven’t gone back to that particular class since then. My instructor says i can paint anyone else if i’m not comfortable with him”.

I take a deep breath feeling slightly better. “I don’t like you looking at any other man naked”. She looks up why is that Sir?
You are not ready to hear that answer yet Amelia. Just don’t do it. She nods her head.
I get up from my seat, and sit beside her…My thigh touching hers and i turn towards her.

 

She is fidgeting in the seat, looking up at me all timid.
“You can paint me, i suggest looking at her with a small smirk. I’ll strip myself for you and you can take your sweet time drawing me”.

 

Oh gosh, she whispers, i lift her chin up…Problem? i ask her.
I’ll probably die of heart attack, if you strip in front of me. She murmurs looking in my eyes.
We can’t have that, have you heard of exposure therapy? i ask her smirking.
She shakes her no. It’s making someone gradually expose to the fears or situations which they are scared of, until they no longer fear it.
“Oh okie, she tells confused. why are we talking about it?

 

I pull her in my lap making her straddle me, and then unfasten my coat button’s looking at her, and remove it and place it on the seat beside us.
Her eyes widen, she is shell shocked, i don’t think she is even breathing. "Breathe for me Amelia, don’t pass out on me"… then i unbutton first few of my shirt buttons, till my lower abdomen and pull them wide exposing myself. What are you doing? she whispers trying to climb off my lap.
I hold her waist with both my hands, DONT. MOVE. AMELIA i tell her sternly.

 

I take both her hands and place them on my naked chest. "exposure therapy my love” i tell her smirking.
Sir, this is not right! she murmurs....Am i ugly? i ask her. She looks up from my chest, what? no…i mean, i shouldn’t….we shouldn’t be doing this.
And who is going to stop me i ask her. Please, you are scaring me, she whispers.
What are you feeling now Amelia? No, i know you are scared, that’s not the question…other than that how is your body feeling concentrate on that and give me an answer.

 

She licks her lips, looking at her hands on my chest which haven’t moved an inch, as if she is petting a snake. I….my head feels dizzy, i can’t form a straight thought, i can feel your heart beating against my palm, my body feels frozen she tells.
Good girl….you are doing very good.
Oh my god…she whispers looking at her hands on my chest, her cheeks turning red. Did you ever touch any man’s naked chest? She shakes her head no.“Good, then I’m your first and the last" i tell her.

Sir, I’m still engaged, please, i don’t want to do this.
I growl, fisting her hair in my hand and pulling her head back.
Do not think of him when you are in my lap i tell her angrily. Before i could even think twice, i bend down and suck her neck and clench it between my teeth marking her. She whimpers, ahhh….please..... i’m sorry. I lick it and sooth the pain.

What did i tell you last time, he is not worth your time. Don’t think about him again Amelia, Do i make myself clear? I whisper nuzzling her neck.

Fuck, i pull her back with the hair and look at her face, her lips are quivering, her eyes wide and watery, body shivering with fear. You are so beautiful i tell her. She closes her eyes, her fingers clawing my chest, she in unaware that her hands are still on my chest.

I groan feeling her marking me with her nails, she gasps looking down at her fingers, she’s broken skin in some places.
Tears fall down from her eyes, Oh my god…i’m so sorry. She gingerly touches the marks.
I put my fingers on her lips….It does not hurt, i like it, don’t worry yourself over this. “No…no…i’ve never hurt anyone before, can you please forgive me”. I’m enjoying myself immensely at her innocent reaction.

 

AMELIA, i jerk her head up..what did i say, i like your mark on me, so don’t be sorry.
Take deep breaths for me, her hands slide down resting just above my cock.
I moan, then she realises where are hands are resting and she jerks her hands under her chin closing her eyes. I smirk, "My bad, gradual exposure”…i tell her and start buttoning my shirt again.
“All done my sensitive girl, i’m covered you can open your eyes now”.

Why do…why do you talk me to like that, sir? Like what? i ask raising my eyebrow’s hands stretching on the back of the seat waiting for her answer.

She opens her mouth and closes it…she shakes her head nothing.
I’m probably too heavy, let me get back in my seat, she tells and sits in the opposite seat from me far away again. her hands going around her waist, looking outside the window.

Every interaction of ours, is turning me on further and further more. This girl has enchanted me from day one. I don’t know how long i’ll be able to control myself. Everything about her lures me in, i’m caught in her web so thoroughly. I can’t imagine her not being in my life.