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Chapter 9
Hunter
I was drying my hair with a towel when I saw my reflection in the mirror and stopped. My face looked the same as every day, except this morning I was grinning. I was going to make a good day out of this.
Seeing Amelia in a leather collar for the first time was a fucking vision. She was made for this; I knew it and soon she’d know it too. She was a beautiful and sensual woman and having her suck my dick was a privilege I haven’t earned. I wouldn’t need any toys or extra incentives to lose my mind with her in my bed, but I couldn’t wait to teach her all the ways she could find pleasure. I’d make a submissive out of her.
I wasn’t excited just by the perspective of fucking a beautiful woman. I was far from being a virgin, but Amelia’s presence made my life start to feel more like the old normal again. I spent so much time thinking about how wrong it was to act on my attraction for her because she was Sofi’s nanny and all the things I wanted to do to her sexy body, my brain had no time to drown in dark thoughts. Today was the first morning I woke up without seeing Elena’s bloody body as soon as my eyes opened. She was still with me, her presence torturing me with regrets, but I was more at peace now that I knew I was able to provide Sofi with a good person to take care of her. Knowing my niece was in good hands until a family member would prove fit to take her in for good made my heart feel much lighter.
I was also overdue for a good fuck, and Amelia would correct that soon. Just imagining her tied up or cuffed to a spread bar made my blood boil. Having her submission and trust in my hands while I make her break all boundaries of pleasure would make me feel like a God. I was eager to get her back in my bedroom tonight.
Since Emily managed to get me a couple of free hours, I answered a few important emails from my home office and went in the gym to work out for a while. When I was done, I showered again and put on a suit, deciding to go downstairs and find some coffee, but instead, the first thing I saw in my kitchen was Amelia. She was dressed in a pink satin top and matching shorts that were deliciously stretching over her full ass. She got up on her tiptoes, stretching to reach the coffee pods, but failed, so I stepped behind her and got them.
“Good morning, Amelia.”
“Morning, Mr. Knox.” Her head was barely to my chest.
“Let me show you how to use the coffee machine.”
“I think I can figure it out on my own,” she snapped back. Hmm, so Amelia Hart was not a morning person.
“Easy, kitten.” I warned her.
She looked at me while I made two cups of coffee and pushed one along the counter.
“Thank you, Mr. Knox. I didn’t know you were still home or I would have stayed in my room.” Yeah, she was considerably colder today.
“Don’t worry about it. I have no problem with you using whatever part of the house you need, Amelia.”
“You also said I should keep my distance, Mr. Knox. If you are so hellbent on ordering people around, maybe you should be clearer when you do.”
I leaned on the counter and tasted my own coffee without taking my eyes off of her. There was definitely anger in her voice, and sure, Miss Hart was entitled to her feelings, but it was like she was daring me to take out a flogger and break her ass.
“Amelia, where is Sofi?”
“Still sleeping.”
“Good.”
It was about time she’d learn what happens when she broke my rules. I grabbed her with one hand, pushed her top up, and slap her tit before taking it into my mouth. The moment I did it, Amelia moaned and her nipple tightened.
“Hunter.” When I’d heard my name, I bit her. “Mr. Knox, stop.”
“Sofi is sleeping, so you’re not yet on the clock.”
“It’s not because of that, but I—we need to stop.”
“Is there a reason?”
“Yes! Yes, there is,Hunter.” She emphasized my name, bluntly going against what I told her to do. “I’m not, umm, like this. I’m not a puppet that you can make do whatever you want.”
“Excuse me, Amelia, but I don’t understand what you are talking about.” I had a pretty good idea of where this talk was heading, but I needed to hear it from her. Honest communication was the most important element between a Dom and his submissive.
“I’m talking about what happened last night.”
“I didn’t make you do anything last night. Everything that happened was consensual. More than that,kitten, you’d asked me to let you go down to your knees and suck my cock.”
“Yes, I know.” She looked down. “I’m not saying I didn’t want you. I’m talking about the other things.”
