Chapter 5

Paul woke up slowly savoring the feeling of Amy in his arms quiet and submissive. He rolled over and picking up the phone dialed a few numbers making plans for Amy and him to go to his house in Connecticut. Satisfied he hung up the phone and leaned over Amy to wake her up.

Kissing her softly he pushed his tongue inside her mouth lovingly caressing, licking her lips he pushed the covers down to her waist impatiently, he cupped one full breast thumbing her hard nipples.

Amy woke up to the feeling of pleasure surrounding her; she moved her body to his insistently wanting more.

Paul chuckled and pushed the covers down even more baring her body to his greedy eyes. Spreading her legs he kissed his way down thrusting his tongue inside her. Amy's hips shot off the bed and she squirmed crying out. Paul held her hips tightly no allowing to move. Digging her fingers in his hair she started moaned…she was so close…as though sensing how close to the edge she was Paul moved his head up and spreading her legs wider slammed into her hard. Placing his hands on either side of her head he began pumping inside her firmly not letting himself cum until she did. With a strangled cry Amy let go and Paul met her there both crying out each others names. Paul moved to her side not letting her go.

"I need a shower," Amy said softly. Hating the way her voice sounded all gooey and warm like she wanted to be there in his arms.

"Then take a shower," he said simply.

Getting out of the bed she grabbed his shirt tugging it on ignoring his mocking laughter. "Why bother sweetheart? I've seen it all." He said mockingly.

Amy ignored him and slammed the bathroom door. Turning on the shower, she decided to let the water wash away her guilt in enjoying what we did to her.

Paul stretched lazily. This was the life, he thought. He had already talked to Vince about him and Amy taking off the next few months. Everything was going perfect. She would never find out that this had all been planned out and even if she did by that time she'd be in love with him and hopefully married. Besides he would never actually let her go. Ever.

8 hours later Connecticut

"This is my house," Paul said pulling up to a huge white colonial.

"That is positively wasteful. Like you use up that much space by yourself." Amy said scathingly.

Paul shrugged. "I like it and have the money, so why not live in a house that I like and enjoy? Plus it has a pool in the house and outside. Very nice, if I do say so myself."

Amy resisted the urge to tell him how wasteful that was.

Stopping the car, Paul got out and grabbed the suitcases, waiting impationately for Amy who hadn't gotten out of the car yet. "Let's go Ames," he said not waiting to see if she was coming. Opening the door he walked through the house upstairs to his room and dropped them on the floor of his room. He listened carefully and heard nothing but his light breathing. Dammit, he thought. Was she going to difficult in everything? That is it,if she wants to difficult then dammit I will show her I won't put up with it. Striding down the stairs he walked back out to the car where Amy was still sitting pouting.

"Get out, of the damn car now. I am tired of your childish tantrums." Paul ground out.

Amy looked at him sulkily. "Childish tantrums? I think I am behaving like any normal person would after being cheated out of their freedom and made into some damn…sex slave!" she finished furiously.

Paul looked at her with a bored expression. "You knew the stakes Amy when we started this whole game. You lost and now you have to pay up. Don't expect me to feel sorry for you, you played the game to. If you had won you would have made me pay up. Now lets go, I don't feel like giving the neighbors something to talk about."

"What do you mean, give the neighbors something to talk about?" Amy asked confused.

Leaning down so he was eye level with her he replied. "Because if you don't get out of that damn car in five seconds I will be dragging you out and forcefully showing you my home."

Amy gave him a furious look but knew that he would carry out his threat if he had to. Slamming the car door shut she followed him into the house quietly deciding now was not the time to push him further.

"The bedroom is upstairs first door on the right. All our stuff is up there, there is a bathroom connected to the bedroom, and the kitchen you just have to pretty much go straight." Turning Paul nodded. "Yea, that's about it."

"I'm tired." Amy announced.

Leaning against the wall lazily, Paul raised an eyebrow. "No one is stopping you from going to sleep, baby girl. I told you where the bedroom is."

Amy ignored the mocking tone and ran lightly up the steps shoving the bedroom door open. The room was big, airy and painted a deep red. A huge bed dominated the room and covers were a hunter green. How ironic, she thought. She tossed off her jacket before throwing herself dramatically on the bed. Turning on her side she wondered what else could possibly make the next six months any worse.

"You did what?" Amy asked quietly not quite believing he would have the audacity.

"I asked Vince to give us both a few months off. We deserve them."

"You can't do that. I thought that with work…" Amy trailed off.

"That what? You could run off and hide with one of your friends? I was doing you a favor, because let me tell you work wouldn't have bothered me. I'd have shared a locker room and a hotel room with you. If you think I would have let you run off with your friends your wrong. Listen, Amy as much as you think otherwise I'm not trying to be an asshole. I am just naturally dominnering, and slightly highhanded."

"Slightly?" Amy asked mockingly.

Paul shrugged. "With you it's a bit different. You just seem to take pleasure in provoking me. And I definitely take pleasure in taking to you to task," he finished grinning.

Amy blushed bright red remembering the last time she had pissed off enough to take her "to task".

"You can't just go around beating me, whenever you get upset with something I do." She said piqued.

Paul shrugged. "Why not? It took care of you cursing at me like some trailor trash hoe."

Amy frowned. "We are getting off the subject. I still want to work."

"Too bad. Its to late they changed the storylines already for Trish to get what you would have."

Amy sat down heavily. All the emotions she had kept bottled up for the last few days seem to flood into her at once. Getting blackmailed to sleep with her worst enemy, losing cards and becoming his whore, the spanking she didn't think she had even deserved, him yelling, always ordering her about. She was done being the submissive meek little thing he thought she really was. Eyeing the water pitcher sitting on the table Amy watched it and an idea formed.

Sorry not one of the best chapters but hey I only get to work on it during classes. Lol anyway thank you all for the support and I should be updating a lot more thank you all again