3. AMBER

I didn't open my Dorm door like I was asked to. But it didn't matter because after what seemed like a minute or more, the door was unlocked from outside, and a man in a very dark suit stood there looking at me.

"I've been told to bring you." That was all he said to me.

I was shaking, shivering, and sobbing profusely. I didn't pack any bags, nor did I remember to change out of the tight-fitted dress I wore to the party.

My brain wasn't working at a reasonable capacity. I just nodded and followed him to a Mercedes sedan parked and hidden under the long line of pine trees outside the Dorm building.

I didn't lock my room, I even left Dick's boxed 'dick' lying on the floor.

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked the man. I didn't even know his name, but I was certain he wasn't EMK.

"I would never hurt you." He replied.

His words of assurance offered me little comfort, but I still had to remind myself that I was being blackmailed into going to be with a man who had insinuated that he would fuck me as a way of making me atone for my sins.

God! The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. With my thoughts roaming, I forgot to look out the streets, spot the street signs, and note the direction we were headed.

We drove farther away from the city; the street lights and tiny Christmas lights soon became a thing of the past. It became too dark for me to see anything. The fear I was feeling got up to my chin.

"Where are you taking me?" I mustered the courage to ask again.

"Home." He replied.

"Where is home?" I asked.

"You'll see." He said and looked ahead, silently asking me to keep shut.

For the rest of the drive, I kept my eyes glued to the window, even though I was seeing nothing but absolute darkness.

When the car finally took a turn and a few minutes later came to a stop, my eyes grew wild at the sight of the large gate in front of us with security cameras mounted along the top of the ironwork.

The driver came down from the car and placed his face on the scanner. Seconds later, the large gate opened before us, and we drove into a long paved driveway while the gate swung closed.

The driveway gave way to a large and extremely beautiful house with several expensive cars parked in the garage. I was stunned and speechless at the amount of wealth on display.

The driver parked the car, led me into the big house, and directed me to a room.

"You are to wait for him and your punishment, in there." He said, and when he was sure I heard what he said, he bowed and left me alone.

I pulled the door open and walked into a massive bedroom with a king-size bed.

White bed sheets, pillows, and a fluffy duvet covered the expansive mattress. Ornate gold-framed mirrors adorned the walls and a plush cream rug cushioned my feet as I stepped further into the room.

"When you get to my home, you're going to get on your knees and wait for me and your punishment"

Those were EMK's words from the last letter he sent me. So slowly, I sank my knees into the rug and waited for him and my punishment.

I didn't have to wait for long. The light in the room went off first, leaving the reflection from the moon as the only source of light.

Then I heard a voice behind me, "Amber..."

Goosebumps washed over my body. The voice was deep, soft, and heavenly. "Welcome to my home."

I shut my eyes, willing myself not to sob as the pain and reality of what I just got myself into became clearer.

"How do you want your punishment?" His fingers grazed my shoulder. "Do you think you deserve to be punished?"

He was asking me. Does that mean my opinion mattered? I wanted to say no, but I did believe I deserved to be punished for what I did.

I killed someone and I haven't as much as confessed it to anyone, not even God. But Angelo Simpsons wasn't innocent either. So I replied Mr. EMK.

"No," I said to him, sliding in my defiance with the sound of my voice.

"Too bad." He said, "Still, I will punish you, for a while. And you'll be a good girl and take it, then I'll reward you, subsequently."

I listened, detesting how turned on I was feeling by the sound of his voice alone.

"I want you to fuck yourself while I watch, Amber."

"Excuse me, What?" I was about to spin around when he placed a hand on my shoulder and halted me.

"Now." He ordered.

My breath caught in my throat. His request sent a thrill through me, despite my anger.

Slowly, I reached down for the hem of my dress, my hands, now trembling. The darkness in the room offered me some boldness.

I spread my knees wide, pulled my dress up to my stomach, and slid my panties to the side. Then I began to stroke myself, circling my clit with practiced motions.

"Good, touch yourself for me, Amber Riley."

My anger was soon replaced by a growing need. My eyes fluttered shut as I stroked my most sensitive areas.

A soft moan escaped my lips as the waves of arousal washed over me and the pleasure built. Knowing I was being watched, intensified every sensation I was feeling.

"Don't hold back," he growled. "I want to hear you."

I let out a louder moan, my fingers moved faster, dipping inside and then back to my swollen clit. As the tension built rapidly, my thighs started to quiver.

Inhibitions were fading as the sensations intensified. My fingers moved faster, circling and pressing.

Heat pooled low in my belly as I worked myself closer to the edge. I imagined his eyes roaming over my body, watching my every move and the thought turned me the fuck on.

My free hand searched for a space to locate my nipple, but my dress was too tight. From behind, I heard a tear and my breasts were relieved.

I didn't care to register what happened, I started teasing a nipple to a stiff peak.

"Oh god," I gasped, my hips bucking.

I was so close now, teetering on the precipice. My legs began to tremble as the pressure built.

With a cry of ecstasy, I tumbled over the edge. Waves and waves and waves of pleasure crashed over me while I writhed and moaned.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "You're exquisite." His hand on my shoulder steadied me while I kept panting non-stop.

I felt a flush of heat at his words, a mix of arousal, euphoria, and anger. His fingers traced lightly down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Turn around, I want to see your face." He commanded.

Slowly, I turned to face him and my eyes widened as I took in his tall, muscular frame and piercing blue eyes.

A slight smirk played on his lips as he regarded me.

"There you are," he said softly.

His hand cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb over my lower lip.

"I've been wanting to see that pretty face of yours."