Free Amy's Awakening by Alexandra Cameron Page B

black hair, still wet from showering, clung to his temples. He calmly spooned eggs onto his plate. He put some on the plate he’d put in front of Amy too. He began to eat slowly, knowing she was waiting for him to say something else. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of asking what he was planning on doing. She simply watched in silence as he ate.  Finally, he took a piece of bread and chewed it slowly. Then he put down his fork and reached across the table to take Amy’s hand. “We didn’t plan…,” he began. Amy jerked her hand back and put it in her lap. She didn’t want him to touch her.
    “No. Don’t you start with that crap. You’ve always been an utter bastard to me, all throughout school. I would never have slept with you in a million years if I hadn’t been drunk. You know I wouldn’t have. You knew I would regret it, and you did it anyway. To spite me. That’s the sort of person you are.”
    Once she ’d got going, Amy hadn’t been able to stop it all from coming out. She exhaled slowly. Shit. Maybe she shouldn’t have said all that to his face.
    David stared at her for a moment, his eyes turning cold, before intimidatingly rising up from his seat and then, with one sudden movement, he wiped everything off the table. Dishes clattered to the floor as Amy shrank back into her chair in shock. He walked around the table and stood over her, putting both hands on either side of her chair. She was trapped.

“That’s. Enough.” His cold, threatening voice echoed around the room as he put his face inches from hers. Amy swallowed nervously and slid down lower in her chair.

He drew a deep breath. Amy looked down at his hands and saw his knuckles were turning white as they tightly gripped the chair.
    “You’re going to say that I took advantage of you? ” He was really angry now. “That you were too drunk? That you didn’t want my hands all over you? You’re going to dare to pretend that you didn’t enjoy it? I won’t take that.” 
    Amy looked into his dark eyes in panic. His fists were clenching and unclenching into fists as he spoke.
    “Listen up, Amy,” he said, quietly and coldly. “I didn’t come on to you last night. You came on to me . Your friends all left for the night, but you didn’t want to go yet. You wanted to stay with me. You were flirting with me, touching me, grinding up against me all night. And then you said: ‘ Let’s go back to yours and fuck.’”
    His black pupils stared into her. Amy looked down at the bulging muscles in his arms. He was going to beat her. Hit her. Panic coursed through her. He was out of control. She was sure he was going to kill her, his anger was so overwhelming.

David continued to stare down at her.
    “ You wanted me to fuck you. It wasn’t me who wanted that. I didn’t even intend on sleeping with you. I was going to sleep on the couch and then tease you a bit in the morning. I was just going to pretend to have slept with you, because I knew it would wind you up a bit. You’re not as perfect as you think. I put you in my bed and then I went to sleep. On the couch. But you followed me back into the living room. You undressed in front of me, Amy. I told you, quite clearly, that I wasn’t into vanilla sex, that’s just not my thing.
    And you stood there in front of me and said: ‘ Do with me what you want .’” 
    David stared at her mercilessly. “So I did just that.”

Amy gasped in disbelief. She would never have.

“And believe me, baby , you enjoyed it,” he continued. He was on a roll now. “You enjoyed every second. You were screaming for more all night. You were horny and uninhibited, you wanted it dirty and rough. You like being bound. You like being whipped. You lost control completely when I spanked your ass. You did things with me that you’ve never considered doing with anyone else, and you were insatiable doing them. You couldn’t get enough.”

Amy felt the heat rising in her face as she became