Chapter 6
Amanda was amazed at a number of things that had taken place inside her since Ambrose had raped her mouth. She concluded it was the orgasm, or rather the series of orgasms she herself had enjoyed, that brought about the various changes within her.
To begin with, she no longer found Ambrose to be the dull, uninteresting person she had initially believed him to be, when he had talked to her on the beach. Second, she felt no embarrassement whatsoever in walking naked through this man's house, even when he, himself, was fully dressed. Third, from the moment he had ordered her into the kitchen to prepare food for him, Amanda had sudden-ly felt more at home than she had ever felt in her entire life. It was as if she actually belonged here. It never once occurred to her to think otherwise.
Ambrose Wallace, on the other hand, had a series of other thoughts in mind. His first thought was, Amanda Rose was far more entrancing than he had initially suspected she might be. Worse, he knew she was the first female he had ever known capable of arousing emotions in him he had never felt before. At the moment he wasn't sure what these emotions were, but he did know they were new, different, and he didn't like them, not even a little bit. They were disrupting his trains of thought, and each one of those trains of thought had been on ways to humiliate Amanda a bit more. After all, his pleasure had always previously been derived from the total conquest and domination of an unwilling female, and so far, Amanda had proven much too cooperative, even though there had been a moment when it had appeared she might give him the opposition he had craved.
Shit! This wasn't the way things were supposed to be. He was almost beginning to feel sorry that he had ever picked on Amanda. She was essentially a shy creature, but a loving one. He felt the love in her, even if she didn't actually gush and say anything. She smiled that wonderful smile at him all the time, and when he gave an order, she snapped to it. She cooked like a superb chef, washing everything up afterward, and even totally naked in front of him, made him uneasy, but not because of arousal. Oh, there was arousal, all right, but it wasn't the purely carnal sensation he had know with other women. Rather it was mingled with a whole series of other feelings, and as a result, he was unable to raise another erection that day.
Damn! What kind of power did this woman possess? Hell! All he wanted was a little nookie for a while, and then he would toss her back into the sea of humanity with all the other female fish he had known. But things weren't working out as they wre supposed to. She wasn't cringing when he appeared. She didn't cower, she didn't beg, she didn't ask, she didn't even mildly suggest. For that matter, she didn't start any conversation between them. She always politely waited for him to say something.
No! The smartest thing to do would be to dump her. But to do that would be like admitting a woman had finally defeated him. This was something that must never happen.
Somehow, in some way, he had to make her cringe and become afraid of him. He had to make her beg, and then he would rape the shit out of her, enjoying her pitiable screams the entire time, listening to them turn from shrieks of horror to sighs of delight as the power of his cock overcame the most horrendous of her fears. But at the moment she had no fear. How would he be able to prove, to both her, and himself, how masterful he was.