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Amber's Toy
a novella of BDSM erotic romance by
Jude Mason
Phaze
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Chapter One
"Come on, ya sissy, down it,” slurred Amber. She sprawled across the bar, one
arm extended along it to keep her from falling face first onto the lap of the drunk
in front of her. Her skirt was too tight, her blouse too revealing, but success was
more important than decency at that moment. She knew he didn't recognize her.
Over the past few months, she'd lost a good deal of weight, and her hair was now
its natural black where it had been nearly blonde. Her nose was smaller, her eyes
were now blue where they had been brown. No, he'd never recognize her.
Besides, he never really looked at his conquests; he just used them before
moving on to the next.
She eyed the man, silently urging him to down the amber drink in his highball
glass. The dull gray parasite curled around the single ice cube, waiting to warm
up and do its job. Tony Jeffers peered at her, his handsome face flushed, his
deep, brown eyes unfocused. He smiled a lopsided grin that brought back
memories of that night, making her stomach lurch.
He'd spilled half of his last bourbon down the front of his shirt. It pooled in the
crotch of his jeans. In the dim lighting of the bar, she could barely see the dark
patch. A liquored stick, she giggled and raised her own half-empty glass before
downing it.
Come on, you bastard, she thought and slumped toward him, her hand
inadvertently landing on his wet crotch. She wanted to tighten her fingers, to see
if she could make him scream, but she held off. He'd pay soon enough.
Tony groaned and lifted his glass. Peering into it, he slurred, “Just a lil
aphrodike, right?"
"Yeah, a little something I brought back from South America.” She watched
closely, her drunken act forgotten for the moment. The glass rose to his lips and,
as only an inebriated man can, he carefully downed the drink. He belched loudly
and slammed the empty glass on the bar upside down. Wiping his mouth with
the back of his hand, he mumbled, “'Scuse me."
Amber was elated. Soon the tiny beast would warm up and Tony, the self
proclaimed God's gift to women, Jeffers, would be hers. He didn't suspect a
thing, and she doubted he had the brains to figure it out, until she told him. And
telling him was a big part of her plans. She wanted to see the look on his face
when he realized who she was and why she was with him.
when he realized who she was and why she was with him.
"I gotta go to the john.” He slid off his stool, nearly falling in the process.
Leaning forward, he ran his wet lips across her cheek in a sloppy attempt at a
kiss then straightened up, all six-feet-four of him. He turned, stumbling as he
headed for the men's room. He swayed, bumped into a table, which thankfully
was empty, then lunged through the bright red door.
Amber sighed and turned, facing away from the bar. Leaning back, she felt the
edge dig into her spine, just below her shoulder blades. The room was nearly
empty—Thursday night and almost closing time, it should be quiet. Most of the
chairs had already been piled onto the tables. One other table was occupied, two
couples obviously celebrating something. The fireplace had been left to die
down, the curtains closed against the chill night air, and the wait staff was
mostly gone. Even the music was off. Just the muscle-bound, thirty-something
bartender, manning his post behind the long expanse of well-polished wood,
ready to offer yet one more round to whoever asked. Amber wouldn't be asking.
Neither would Tony.
A thud from the direction of the men's room, and a soft curse, told her Tony was
on his way back. She watched him approach. He really was gorgeous. Those
dark eyes and the dimple in his chin would make most women swoon, and
probably a good many men. Amber smiled at that thought. Tony didn't swing
that way, but that might change very soon. He was built like a swimmer, but
with a little more muscle. He also had a nice crop of curly dark chest hair
peeking out of the front of his shirt where he'd left the top two buttons
unfastened. His jeans were just tight enough to show a hefty bulge where the wet
spot spread from his accidental spill. Black loafers and a cowhide vest finished
off the picture. If she'd been in the market for a one night stand, he'd definitely
qualify.
Tony wasn't a nice man, though. He used his good looks to get what he wanted,
and to hell with the women he hurt in the process. Fresh anger pushed any
effects from the alcohol aside. She glared at his drunken swagger. What really
pissed her off was even after all he'd done to her, she still wanted him.
"Hey, sweet cheeks,” he mumbled when he'd plopped down on the stool next to
hers. “I'm about drunk out and ready to go. You wanna get lucky?"
She leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder, her mouth an inch from
She leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder, her mouth an inch from
his ear. He smelled of booze and aftershave, a bad combination. “Yeah, come
home with me, Tony. I have a new bed I want to break in."
He chuckled and turned to face her. “You do? Well, lead on, girl.” The smile he
gave her made her stomach tighten.
"Follow me, big boy,” she forced herself to slur and eased off the bar stool,
grabbing her small handbag. The skirt was short, her heels were high, and he
was a leg man. She knew she had him.
Tony tossed a handful of bills onto the bar and stumbled after her. Once outside,
she waved down a cab and slid into its dark interior. He lurched in after her and
settled back in the seat. “Tenth and Alder,” she said to the overweight cabbie,
and they were on their way.
Tony groped for her as soon as the cab pulled away from the curb. She slapped
his hands away. “Patience. We'll be at my place in just a few minutes."
"Want you now,” he mumbled persistently, and pawed at her barely concealed
breasts.
Amber leaned back against the seat and allowed him to roughly caress her. Her
nipples perked. Her pussy moistened. Tony's hands slid over her breasts and he
pinched each nipple while nuzzling her neck. “Big bed, I hope,” he mumbled as
he moved his hands lower.
She grabbed his hands, refusing to let him go any farther. Thank heaven the ride
was short. The cabbie pulled to the curb and put the car in park. “That'll be
twelve twenty-five,” he said, and turned to face them.
Amber dug into her purse and handed him a ten and a five, then reached for the
door handle. “Come on, lover,” she said over her shoulder.
Tony clambered after her. Casting a furtive glance her way, he rubbed his crotch
when he got to his feet. He squirmed then, and got a funny look on his face.
She smiled and turned on her heel, heading for the door leading to the apartment
lobby. “I'm in two-ten.” She flung the door open and sashayed inside. Giving her
ass an extra wide swing, she glanced back to be sure he was still trailing behind.
He was, and he'd apparently decided fondling himself in public was an
acceptable thing. His right hand was busy massaging and pulling at his crotch.
acceptable thing. His right hand was busy massaging and pulling at his crotch.
She wasn't sure if he was masturbating or trying to reposition himself, but it took
every bit of her willpower not to laugh at his antics.
The elevator doors opened and she stepped inside, Tony on her heels. As soon as
the doors sighed shut, he reached for her. He pulled her close, his arms going
around her, his large hands to her ass. His lips found hers, and the kiss took her
breath. He drew her closer, grinding his crotch into her lower belly. His cock
pressed hard against her. His tongue flicked across her lips, seeking entrance.
When the doors sighed open, a few moments later, she eased out of his embrace.
In a surprisingly husky voice, she said, “Come on, there's my door.” She raced
for the door, eager for the privacy her room promised. Key out, she opened the
door quickly and stepped inside. He was there, right with her.
"Come ‘ere, baby,” he slurred, and again his hands pawed her. He leaned down
and kissed her, his tongue running along her tightly clenched lips. With his
hands sliding down to cup her ass, he seemed content to grind himself against
her. He finally pulled his face away, and looked down at her. “What's a matter?"
She smiled up at him, trying to gauge the parasite's progress. Tony's eyes seemed
to droop a little, but he was still alert and in control. “Nothing, sweetie. I just
want to take it a little slower.” She backed away, and reached behind herself for
the buttons to her blouse. She watched him closely as she unfastened the buttons
and let the blouse balloon forward, the neck gaping wide. Her upper chest felt
cool, and her nipples tightened again, anticipating the adventure to come. She
trapped the silky material with her arms, and jiggled her breasts back and forth.
“You want to follow me now, right?” She backed toward her bedroom door. His
eyes glazed over, and she knew the initial excretions of the worm were taking
effect.
Her smile broadened.
She'd done some volunteer work in South America the year before, just after that
final incident with Tony. He'd picked her up, used her like he used all his
women, and dropped her. But for her, it had been much more than a weekend
fling. Overweight, with a complexion problem that made her large nose the least
of her problems, she'd taken his advances to mean he liked her, cared for her.
Why else would he have pursued a relationship? With all the beautiful women
available, he'd gone after her.
