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Chapter 8:

Amanda Hank:

I don't think I paid during Professor Adams' entire class.

I won't lie, there are only three things blocking my mind.

John, the contract I signed that night in his room, and everything that happened afterward.

I have officially stopped being a virgin.

And I really feel very strange about it.

Part of me feels liberated because of John.

The other feels ashamed for having given in that way.

I shake my head as the bell rings and I leave the university.

It's time to calm down.

I decide to go to the cafeteria and eat something to distract my mind.

When I take my order, I choose a table and get settled.

I take out my laptop and decide to look up information about John and relationships between submissives and doms.

I drink some coffee and try to do my research.

I search for John's name and the results are endless.

-John Smith.

-He is a 42-year-old single man.

-His birthday is November 2.

-He has never been seen with a partner or a public suitor.

And many more things that overwhelmed me a little.

There's so much I didn't know about him.

He is a complete unknown.

I sigh and drink some of my coffee and take a bite of my chocolate donut.

I imagine he doesn't know that much about me either.

We are both complete strangers in each other's eyes.

However, there is one thing that unites us, apart from the contract and the job.

The desire.

These days I have realized that my dreams reflect my desires.

And John is my dark desire.

And I myself consider it dark because this is wrong, however, I want to continue.

I want more.

And I can't believe it.

Two weeks ago I thought my life without men was the best.

And now I can't believe that I just want John to take everything from me and teach me everything he wants, even more.

It really means only one thing, I promise to be your submissive.

And I'm scared.

What will he think if my father finds out about this?

What would you think of your best friend having sex with your little girl?

I sigh and close my eyes trying not to think about any of that.

It's very pessimistic of me.

If John doesn't care about that, why do I torture myself so much?

I slipped into the web when searching about the relationships between submissives and masters.

I just look around every two seconds.

I don't want anyone to see these types of compromising photos and the articles I open.

I didn't last long doing that.

There comes a moment when I feel my cheeks burn like never before.

I turned off my laptop and put it away before I had a heart attack.

I finish my coffee and donut and leave the cafeteria as if I were being followed.

Although it's just part of my head.

Amanda, you are a special case.

“You are so perfect, Amanda.” John's words appear in my mind.

And I can swear that it was impossible for me not to smile or blush like a natural tomato.

My cell phone rings just when I arrive in front of a green traffic light.

And my heart stops when I see that it's a call from John.

I clear my throat and answer.

I don't even say “hello” when I do it, since he beats me to it.

“How are you, precious?” He asks very sweetly.

My heart melts.

"Hi, sir. I feel very well, how about you?”

“I'm better now that I'm listening to you,” he says. “I was calling to see if you have plans for tonight.”

“Oh no, I have no plans. I just have some homework, but it’s not much.”

Do homework? Damn, that sounds so childish.

Well, It is my duty as a student.

It's just that I'm a little embarrassed.

John is already a man with a full and free life, and he probably doesn't have to worry about what will become of him in five years.

On the other hand, I'm just learning this thing about living.

“Well, how about dinner tonight?”

Are you inviting me on a date? He and I?

“Sure, I think it's great, sir.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up at 8,” he informs. Making me nervous.

It won't be long until it's 8 o'clock. “Be pretty for me, although it won't be difficult.”

"Of course sir. See you at 8 then.”

“See you around, precious.”

And I wait for him to hang up.

So… I have plans for tonight.

This will be interesting.

It's my first date. In my whole life.

And I'm happy it's with John.

Amanda, the clock is ticking.

The hours pass quickly, I find myself in front of the mirror and trying to comply with what John asked of me.

When I like what I see and check the time.

Just like he said, John arrives at 8 o'clock.

I leave my apartment and approach his car.

At that, he gets out of his car.

"Good night. You are precious," he said as I approached.

I smile.

"Good night. Thanks, my sir."

We get in his car and go wherever he wants to take me.

I don't ask where we are going.

I didn't speak the entire way. My mind is in the clouds.

But from the elegant suit he is wearing, I can imagine that we are going to a very luxurious restaurant.

“We will have dinner at a very good restaurant. I trust you will like it. The food is exquisite.”

Although I'm not aware of what I'm saying quietly until he laughs.

“If it is as exquisite as your hands, of course I would like it,” I say in a whisper. Which he obviously heard.

“I see that there is a lot about you that continues to surprise me, Amanda,” he says. And I'm afraid he'll decide to punish me for being disrespectful.

“Excuse me, I thought out loud.”

“I admit that I love that you are so unpredictable.”

I frown. What the hell did he mean by that?

“Unpredictable?” I asked confused. I don't know if I should be angry or what.

“I don't know what's right to expect from you,” he replies, extremely relaxed.

“You mean I'm complicated?”

If I'm complicated, it means I can earn punishment in John's eyes.

I don't want punishment.

“No, I don't mean that,” he explains. “It's just going to be fun to have in my life. “I will never get bored of you.”

“I hope it's not a problem then…”

It's the first time we talk like normal people. Or so I think, it depends on whether they end up normal.

“If you weren't a problem, I don't think I would have ever noticed you,” he says. And I feel like I will die in seconds. “Remember the first time you saw me, do you have it?”

I swallow dryly and remember how I hit him out of anger.

My god, he still remembers it.

He must think I'm the most violent woman he's ever met.

What an excellent reputation I am earning in your eyes.

“I'm sorry, I didn't want to hit you… It was just a bad day and you were my stress ball.” I havetened to say, trying to apologize. “I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. I swear I will never do it again.”

"And why not, miss?"

“Because it was wrong to hit someone,” I say obviously.

“I spanked you so that my hands were chewed up,” he says suddenly. “Amanda, it seems like I'm the bad guy in this too, right?”

"Is so different." I think I blushed again for the tenth time that day.

“What's different in both cases, Amanda?”

I see his face and notice how he challenges me to be honest.

To tell him what he wants to hear.

And I don't plan to receive another punishment, although that may not happen.

Better safe than sorry.

“The first time, I didn't know how to manage my emotions and I exploded when you called me a crazy woman” I swallow dryly “In the second, it was a punishment that you earned me for disobeying, sir. That is the difference."

I make eye contact with him and wait for him to say something.

I didn't even realize that we had arrived at the restaurant and parked.

He turns to see me and smiles.

“Since that day you earned several punishments,” he suddenly blurts out. “I'm giving you an advantage, you should be grateful.” joke.

“For hitting you? I thought I hadn't been that strong, I apologize. Also, it doesn't count. You weren’t even my boss.” I try to defend myself until I see him laugh.

"I know. And it wasn't because of the slap either.”

"Year?" asked.

“No, Miss Hank,” he says but doesn't add more. “Come on, it's time for dinner. I’m starving and we have to talk.”

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