Page 30 of Chasing Amber

I slide my hand up to her tummy and rub. My chest is tight. I hadn’t expected to say so much, but I did because she was receptive. I did because sheismy girl, and I want her to know it.

“Tomorrow, we’ll go over some more rules. I think you’ll benefit from having some boundaries imposed. I probably should’ve taken control months ago, but I’m doing so now. No more Houdini acts. The next time you give me the slip or break any other rule, you will end up over my thighs with your pants and panties around your knees.”

I lean closer so there is no mistaking my meaning. “I will spank your naughty bottom until it’s bright red, and then you’ll stand in the corner and think about your behavior until I give you permission to move.”

Her chest is very pronounced as it rises and falls.

“Recap. Tomorrow, I’m putting cameras in. I’ll have a list of rules. You will not eventhinkof sneaking away from me. And you will not touch your pussy. Breaking my rules will land you over my lap. Do you have any questions?”

After a few seconds, she shakes her head.

“Are we clear, baby?”

She nods.

I want more. “Amber, are we clear?”

She inhales slowly before finally giving me exactly what I want and what she needs. “Yes, Sir.”

Those two words are music to my ears. We have absolutely crossed into new territory. I lean over and kiss the top of her head through the covers. “Good girl.”

It’s time for me to let her sleep, so I stand and stare at her for a few moments before finally leaving the room. I pull her door partly closed, leaving it ajar by about six inches. I meant what I said about the door. I won’t let her hide from me any longer. That’s what she does. She hides from me. From us. She spends hours in this room or her studio so she doesn’t have to face her feelings and admit that she wants more from our relationship. She doesn’t have to take risks if she doesn’t face me.

Those days are over. We’re taking risks now.

CHAPTER 12

Amber

I’m so stunned by everything that just happened that I can’t move. I’m pretty sure Isaac left my room, but he did not close the door. He said he wouldn’t, so I’m not surprised.

I’m not ready to stick my head out from under the covers. Having the door open makes me feel exposed. He could look in on me at any time. He could also come in. And that’s the point.

The thought of him putting a camera in the corner of my room makes me shiver. I glanced at the camera in Cassandra’s room several times earlier. It was so weird knowing that Spence and Ben were keeping tabs on us. It also made me feel oddly safe.

No one can get into my apartment. There is only one door, and Isaac has multiple locks on it. He also installed a camera outside the door so he can see whoever approaches. I know he monitors that camera even when we’re not at home.

The infuriating man just came in here and forbade me from masturbating. That’s madness. It would have shocked me even more if Cassandra hadn’t told me just this afternoon that her Daddies do not let her masturbate.

I clench my legs together. The thought of Isaac controlling my orgasms makes me irrationally horny. That’s probably the point. The fact that he heard me masturbating earlier makes my face heat. I’m mortified.

He didn’t make a big deal out of it. He didn’t laugh or tease me. He simply told me he knew. Part of me wishes he had taken that to the grave, but on the other hand, I now know with certainty he won’t keep things from me.

I’m too warm, and I need oxygen, so I slowly pull the covers away from my face. I glance at the door. It’s open several inches, but the apartment is dark. I assume Isaac has gone to bed.

It takes me forever to get my brain to slow down enough to fall asleep, but eventually, my heart stops racing, and I manage to relax.

“What the fuck are you doing, Jacob? I told you not to talk to the prisoner.”

I’m yanked out of a light sleep to the shouting. I open my eyes to find I’m alone in my prison. The door is ajar. I can see Jacob shifting his weight. His back is to me.

“All I did was give her water and a protein bar. Back off,” Jacob shouts at the man I believe is his brother.

There are four of them in total. I think Jacob is the only one who is too young to have come up with this scheme on his own. I don’t believe he’s even eighteen. The other three men are in their mid-twenties. They’re friends. I don’t know how or why they discovered me and targeted me, but they plotted this kidnapping for a while, followed me around, and took their opportunity on the night I made the poor decision to walk home from a frat party on my own.

Jacob was cocky with me for the first several hours, but he’s the one they put in charge of guarding me, and he has softened. I think he feels bad and has had a change of heart. I’m hoping I can talk him into setting me free. All he would have to do is place an anonymous call to the police and let them find me. His brother would never have to know he was the one to turn them in.

“She’s no one, Jacob,” his brother yells. “She’s nothing but an entitled rich bitch who has more money than God. Do you think that’s fair? Huh? While that bitch goes to an expensive university and wears designer clothes, the rest of us have to scrape by on pennies.”

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