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Pushed forcibly up against the bedroom wall, Amelia’s bare buttocks slapped the cold plasterboard, again and again, as Rodger took her with enough force to make her head bob. The witch with a flair for emo clothes and wild ideas, was now where she wanted to be, being taken by her lover, and made sure she knew she belonged to him.
The hard biting of his teeth sinking into her shoulder blade, had her cry out his name, begging him not to stop. Her naked body glistened, and the friction between her nipples and his chest, caused them to peak and harden. Amelia was breathing in short sharp pants, barely able to contain herself. Her nails dug into his back, as he held her up by her thighs, and rammed himself repeatedly into her, thrilling Amelia to no end.
So animal like, the sounds of his grunts, and hard rutting was going to make her cum before she could cry his name again.She could feel the pressure of his teeth, punishing her skin, and thought she may bleed. The pain was delicious, as it was pleasurable. Nothing could spoil this moment.
Hearing Amelia call his name only spurred Roger on faster. He could feel the way her body tightened around him and it was driving him closer and closer to completion. Feeling her nails dig into his back, the lieutenant let out a growl while ramming harder. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t stop himself. The combination of her moaning his name and the feel of her nails in his back had him finishing inside of her, a string of grunts escaping him as he braced one hand against the wall. After finishing, Roger fought to control his breathing as he held Amelia up against the wall. Slowly letting her down, his chest heaved up and down as he chuckled breathlessly “Damn, Vampira…” Keeping his hands on her waist, he leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of her head.
He was about to express just how much he loved her when Roger heard his phone going off. Turning to look at his pants crumpled on the floor, his eyes narrowed slightly. Who could be texting him right now? Looking back at Amelia, he offered an apologetic smile “That could be work…one sec.” The lieutenant gently removed his hands and spun around once more, padding over to his pants naked. Pulling out his phone, Roger then opened his text and his eyes widened “Holy shit.” It was Jennifer Wiles, the blonde he had interrogated days ago. Exhaling a deep breath, he quickly texted her back and tossed his phone on the bed. Looking up at Amelia, he was all business “Something happened with that girl caught kissing Manzeli in the club restrooms. She’s at his place now and wants my help. I’m going to shower and shoot over there.” Stepping closer, his eyes softened with concern “You can come…if you can deal with seeing him.”
Not waiting for a response since he felt like something bad had happened with his professional intuition, he quickly headed for the shower. It lasted only five minutes as he was rather speedy about it and soon he was back out shrugging into fresh clothes. Glancing at Amelia, Roger offered yet another apologetic smile “I’m sorry…but something seems wrong.” Walking over to grab his wallet and phone off the bed, he then grabbed his keys off the dresser before turning to look at her “Are you coming?”
Going to get a brush from her bag, it was then she heard Rodger say “Holy Shit”. Wondering what that could be, when she looked up, he said that the text was from Jennifer the girl that had been caught kissing Galtem in the club that night and that she was in some sort of trouble. The thing that was surprising was she was with Galtem. Looks like she did leave William after all.
“You can come…if you can deal with seeing him.” Amelia suddenly looked scared and then backed up. It was not that she didn’t want to see Galtem, she just knew how insanely jealous Rodger got if she was around another man, and Galtem used to be her best friend. Watching him get freshened up and grabbing his keys and wallet, he asked her if she was coming. “I don’t think so. I might stay here, and wait for you, Sir.” she said quietly. It was not that she was disobeying, she just didn’t want him to throw a tantrum if Galtem even looked at her.
Roger looked up at her silently, wondering why she wanted to stay behind. The lieutenant didn’t want to be parted from her again so soon, but he saw fear in her eyes. Stepping towards her boldly, he pulled her into a hug. He wouldn’t apologize again for his possessiveness over her, and he probably never would. She was his, and she was collared. If Amelia were to speak more than three words to Galtem, or if Galtem even looked at her too long, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
After a few moments with his arms wrapped around her, Roger kissed Amelia on the top of her head. Pulling back, he looked down at her with a serious expression “I want you with me, but I understand. Go downstairs and order some take-out so we can eat when I get back. I love sesame chicken.” Lifting a finger to tilt her chin up, he then planted a kiss on her lips. Biting down on her bottom lip, he tugged it once before chuckling darkly. Swatting her ass, Roger then pulled away and turned around without another word. Disappearing out of the bedroom, he left the house to climb into his own car. Soon he was gone.
“I want you with me, but I understand. Go downstairs and order some take-out so we can eat when I get back. I love sesame chicken.”
Amelia would have gone, had it not been for the fact that she knew how insanely jealous Rodger got over Galtem’s friendship with Amelia before the nightclub incident. Amelia just didn’t want to have to go through that again, and felt it best to stay behind and wait for him, like a good girl should. He put in his order of what he wanted for dinner, and she made a small salute, watching him go down to his car, and then leave for Galtem’s.
It was then that Amelia’s cell went off. A text from Shane, who needed help on a missing persons case. This was the worst timing, since she just told Rodger she wouldn’t go with him, and now she was contemplating going back to Shane’s after what happened with Jarvis. Clearly in two minds, she decided, she would pop over…but only for a minute, and then head right back to Rodger’s and get on with getting dinner.
Locking up, she ordered a taxi and made her way to Shane’s.
The yellow taxi pulled up outside Rodger’s, leaving on the meter, as the driver looked back at Amelia. “$10.50, Miss.” Amelia took out her purse, and pulled out a twenty, giving it to the driver. “Keep the change.” With a light shrug, the driver waited for Amelia to get out, and onto the footpath before driving away. The lights to the house were still out, which means that thankfully she had beaten Rodger home. Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was him to be standing on the door step, a foul expression and being full of questions of where she absconded too. Amelia started her way up to the house, digging in her bag for the key to the front door, which thankfully she found easily. She unlocked the door and let herself, in, placing her bag in the foyer and then pursing her lips. Why was he still out? And what happened to Jennifer this time? What was she, a walking disaster, that needed men to run to her aid 24/7?
Remembering Rodger’s request for Sesame chicken for dinner, she headed over to the phone and dialed the number that was on a fridge magnet stuck to the fridge. Amelia leaned casually as she gave over her order, and then was told it would be about twenty minutes to be delivered. Not bad really. Thanking the girl on the phone, she set it down, and looked at the clock. Fingers crossed dinner got there first. Looking down at herself, she felt pretty grotty, having been over at Shane’s and still wearing the same outfit from the day. Deciding she would take a shower, she went upstairs, and into Rodger’s bedroom, slowly stripping off her outfit, and then her collar, which she set down on the bed.
The bathroom was so neat. Rodger surely liked a place for everything and everything in its place. She reached into the shower cubicle and turned on the water faucets, waiting for the heat to build up, before stepping in and starting to wash her body down with the sweet smelling soap. Amelia undid her pig tails, and washed her hair thoroughly, rinsing and standing under the steady stream, loving the feeling of the hot water splashing and tumbling down her body in a torrent.
Once done, she turned off the faucet and listened to hear if Rodger had come back….still nothing. Grabbing a towel off the rack, she dried herself down, and padded into his closet, turning on the light. There really wasn’t anything her style, but she found a large t’shirt and boxers that would at least keep her modesty intact when it came time to answer the door. She made doubly sure she put her collar back on, and combed her hair out, before heading back downstairs to wait for the take out. As she passed a few candles, they blazed to life, illuminating the room, even the tv came on by itself. Clearly, she was feeling good about herself, perhaps the security of being in Rodger’s house had done the trick.
Thankfully, the door bell rang, and though it wasn’t Rodger, it was dinner. Paying the girl, she took the meals into the kitchen, and started to get out plates and cutlery for when Rodger got home. Amelia felt like a glass of wine, so hunted in the fridge, and then found a good white wine. She poured herself a glass, and leaned against the counter. It was getting late…and still no sign of him.
The candle light had long gone out, and it was way past dinner time. The dining table places were all set, just not used. Amelia had placed the Chinese take out in the fridge, since it was just going to get cold and spoilt. Sighing, she had paced the room, so many times she left tread marks, each time looking out the window, hoping he would come home soon. She had got his text, and texted back, but she didn’t feel like texting him again. That was just overkill, and besides, she was supposed to wait to be called, not the other way around.
Amelia finally flopped down on the couch, and picked up the TV remote, turning on the television. She idly flicked through channel after channel. Nothing on, and nothing worth watching really. Not even the re runs held her attention. Amelia was starting to get annoyed. Why was he taking so long? What was it about Jennifer that had men run to her? William, then Galtem, now Rodger? God, who else did she have tangled in her web of drama? No wonder Melinda couldn’t stand her. Amelia was starting to clue into why. She took up a cushion on the couch and screamed into it, before tossing it across the room in an unusual fit of anger. The candle lights in the room all burst into flame, a sign that her energy was now filtering in through the room, almost charged by her. She calmed herself as she saw what she did. Panting, she quickly went around and extinguished all the flames, but the thought was still in her mind.
She finally caved, tired of waiting up, and decided to just go on up to bed. Amelia knew she would have to go to work in the morning, so waiting up any longer meant less sleep time. Amelia turned off the TV and then headed upstairs, where she crawled into Rodger’s bed, and then snuggled his pillow, going off to sleep.
Roger sped back to his house as fast as he could. He had left Amelia waiting far too long and for nothing. Jennifer had said she wanted his help, but there was really nothing he could do. Until Jennifer could sort through her feelings and decide what she wanted for herself, the lieutenant was no help. In his personal opinion, he believed she should forget William and Galtem altogether and start a fresh life of her own…but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Hundreds of years invested in two men took a lot out of you.
Pulling into the driveway, Roger climbed out and locked his car. Walking up to the door, he opened it up and called out “I’m home, baby!” Sticking his head inside, he saw the lights were out. Sighing softly, he stepped completely inside and shut the door. Had she gone home? Walking into his kitchen, he headed over to the fridge and pulled it open. There was the food they were supposed to share together. With another sigh, he shut the door. Stepping into the dining room, he saw the candle and table was set. Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, Roger could only stare in silence. His evening alone with Amelia had been ruined.
Soon Roger found himself going upstairs to his bedroom. He hadn’t received a text back from Amelia so he assumed she had gone home and went to bed. The lieutenant couldn’t blame her if she was upset. But as he stepped into his bedroom, there was his perfect woman laying there. With a soft smile, he walked over to stand over her.
She was absolutely stunning. Roger reached down to brush his fingers over her cheek before unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling it off, he then tugged his pants off and padded over to the other side of the bed. Climbing in, he inched closer to Amelia and wrapped an arm around her so he could pull her close. Placing a kiss on the back of her neck, he then closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep with her.
The dinner may have never been eaten, nor had they had the chance to spend the evening together as they had planned, but at the end of the day, when Rodger did come home, he found his girl asleep in his shirt and his bed. Sure she had gone to bed upset that he didn’t make it home in time, but least she didn’t leave.
As she lay in the bed, fast asleep and Rodger crept into the room, she barely stirred, even with the waft of his aftershave. She flinched only slightly as he brushed his fingers over her cheek, and then murmured softly “I love you.” Before succumbing to sleep again.
When Rodger did crawl into bed, and placed his arm around her, to draw her close, she instinctively cuddled in close, though her eyes remained closed to the world
And so they lay fast asleep in each others arms….the new dawn would offer them another chance at love.
Turning away from her, he walked up the pathway to his house to see a package on his front doorstep. Bending down to pick it up, he smiled at the return address. Glancing over his shoulder, he spoke to his lover“Come on, Vampira.” Turning back to his house, he took his keys out and unlocked the door.
Walking inside, Roger knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. Turning around quickly, he reached out to grab Amelia’s hand. Pulling her into a hug, he wrapped his arms tight around her waist and buried his face into her neck. Sighing softly, he spoke in a breathy voice “I’m so sorry.” After standing like that for a few moments, he pulled back to hold the box up in front of her. Using his keys, he it open to reveal a black collar within. Flicking his hazel eyes up to Amelia’s, he asked anxiously “Do you like it? I bought it when I was back in the office and had it express shipped…”
“Let’s go inside. I have take-out menus on the fridge.” Rodger was passive in his actions and helped her out of the car, before walking off ahead of her. Amelia, who was dressed casually and with her hair down to her shoulder, followed in behind like a stray puppy, looking at him with large eyes, wondering when he would start to go off about Shane and Jarvis. Everything.
“Come on, Vampira.” He urged, and Amelia quickened her step, so she was just in behind him when he took out his keys and opened the door. Watching him go inside, she looked down a moment, so when she crossed the threshold, she didn’t trip, only to gaze up and feel him grip her hand and pull her inside. Here it comes…..
But it was nothing what she would have expected. Rodger buried his face between her shoulder and neck, saying he was so sorry…for everything. The feeling that ran through her, as he pulled her close. She truly felt home. She hiccuped a small cry, her face radiating her love for him. Forgiveness was something she was more than capable of.
“So am I. Rodger, I should have been more careful. I won’t make the same mistakes again. I promise.” Amelia blurted, fighting to hold back the tears that were welling in her eyes. Rodger then presented her with a small box. Opening it, she found a beautiful lace and metal studded collar. It was so sweet…and so her.
“Oh Rodger…you shouldn’t have.” Awe struck by the pretty collar. But it was not just the collar that had her so happy, it was what the collar symbolized. Once she put it on…she truly belonged to him. “I love it.” She enthused, undoing the clasp and then handing it back to Rodger. “Can you put it on me, please?’
Amelia turned around and lifted her hair out of the way, so he could once and for all…claim his girl.
He couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face as he watched her undo the clasp. Soon she spun around and lifted her hair while asking in her irresistible voice to put it on her. Oh, he had every intention of putting it on her again, and no one would ever take it off.
Stepping forward, he took the collar from her wordlessly and clasped it around her bare neck. His green eyes focused on her soft pale skin and he felt himself hardening. Leaning down, he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his hard on. While gyrating himself slowly into her so she could feel just how much he needed her, he leaned down to hoarsely growl in her ear “You are mine now, Amelia Reed. You belong to me, and I’ll never let you go again.” Without another word, he bit down on her neck sharply before he began to trail delicate kisses across the back of her neck. His left hand grasped her hip to keep her against him while the other hand reached up to knead her breast mercilessly.
He couldn’t control himself any longer, and he had to claim what was his with his body.
The hard grasping of his hand upon her hip pushed her tight up against his rock hard member, that she craved so desperately to fill her aching need. Her panties were already wet, and the pressure of his forced grip of her breast had her begging…pleading..
“Please…god please Rodger…take me…take me now. Claim me.” She begged, her hands trembling as she touched and pawed at him tenderly. He could be hard as he liked on her, and she would always be that welcoming lover…bringing him home.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he then hoisted her up to carry her into the living room. They would christen every room of his house, he didn’t care if he was up all night. Bringing his woman to the couch, Roger set Amelia down on her feet and didn’t push her back onto the couch. Not yet. Falling to his knees, he lifted her shirt up slowly while looking into her eyes. His were soft and loving, but his hands were quick and needy. Placing a kiss to her hip, he then moved to tug her bottoms down.
With her bottoms and panties off, the lieutenant snuck her a sneaky look. Smiling like a predator, he leaned in to bite her hipbone. He wanted her pleasure to be mixed in with pain, and he had to hear his name on her lips. She was begging him and it was just what he needed to hear. Standing up straight, Roger tugged his shirt off and tossed it over the couch. Looking down at his woman, Roger became dominating as he was meant to be. “Take my pants off. Then you will taste me.” Placing a hand on her shoulder, he then forced her on his knees before him. His knees quivered in anticipation but he was careful not to rush Amelia.
“Take my pants off. Then you will taste me.”
The force of his hand guiding her down, had her sink to her knees, all the while gazing up at him, before looking to his pants, where she reached up and undid the clasp, then slid the zipper down slowly. Both hands reached for either side of his pants and she pulled them down slowly, shaking her head as her hair fell off her shoulders. His pants down, she followed the same with his boxers, lowering them carefully, and exposing his cock, the tip already moist with pre, and pulsating with blood.
Wishing to be truly submissive, she placed both hands behind her back, interlocking her fingers. This would draw her shoulders back tight, and with her kneeling with her legs partly spread, and a curve to her spine, Amelia looked more than ready to accept her duty, to taste her Master. She wet her lips with her own tongue, and tipped her head forward, at first giving kitten like licks to the head, before her tongue slowly started to curl around and under the hood, so to reach his most sensitive spot, where she applied light flicks of her tongue. Eyes closed she was going by taste and touch. To watch her, she demonstrated skill, obedience and tenderness. Treating his member with care, to enhance the experience.
Her tongue then found its way to his shaft, and slowly she tasted, licked him right to his stomach, before drawing back and repeating this. Rodger had only said to taste him, and she knew that when he wanted her to truly take him in…he was going to do so by force. She opened her mouth further and sucked the tip of his cock, with slight popping sounds as she released. It wouldn’t be long before he would feel the need to take her head, and guide her onto him fully, and the real taste test would start.
As Amelia sank to her knees, Roger ran his fingers through her hair encouragingly. He was beckoning her to do as he commanded sweetly, but soon she would feel just how pain was when mixed with pleasure. With hooded eyes, he watched the way her hands locked behind her back. Nodding once, he growled hoarsely “Atta girl…don’t touch me.” And she didn’t, only with her lips. Amelia took Roger into her mouth like a skilled lover, starting out teasingly slow before taking him completely in her sweet little mouth. The sensation was enough to send him rocking back on his heels as his fingers tightened in her hair. Loosening his grip long enough to form pony-tail with her hair in one hand, he yanked on it gently at first. After a few gentle tugs, her jerked her head back hard, unable to take anymore of her ministrations without finishing right then and there.
It had been too long in his mind since he last had his woman, and he had to have her now. Pulling her up to a standing position by her hair, he leaned in to nip at her ear. Roger then stooped down to wrap his arms under her ass and whispered in his gravelly voice “You’re coming with me.” Lifting her up in one swift movement, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs to his room.
Once inside, Roger quickly slammed the door to his bedroom and held her against the nearest wall. His lips crushed against Amelia’s hungrily as his hands pinned her hips to the wall. After a few moments of licking and nipping at her mouth, he pulled back to ask in a breathy voice “Here, or the bed? Make a fast decision or you don’t get any of me.” His eyes flashed darkly as he taunted her. Roger would have Amelia even if he had to take her on a dumpster outside.
Watching his face with anticipation of what he would ask her to do for him, she fell silent, to hear his voice, and see the look of lust in his eyes.
“Here, or the bed? Make a fast decision or you don’t get any of me.”
“Here…Sir, Here.” Amelia called him Sir. Why? Cause she believed he owned her, and that was what he should be called. Would he accept this? One could only wait to find out. She was very quick to make her response, for she desperately wanted him…more than anything.Amelia drew her hands back, not to touch him, till he wanted her too. The wait was excruciating. Already her panties were wet, and she knew that they would soon be off on the floor discarded…very soon.
Pressing Amelia into the wall, Roger reached over to rip her panties clean off. It was a nasty habit he was developing, but he was all to eager to just buy her whatever she wanted. With her panties out of the way, Roger smiled down at her darkly “Judging by how moist those were, you are more than ready for me.” Amelia wanted him right there against the wall, and her raw desire to be taken there instead of a bed had him still raging hard. Reaching up, he unhooked her bra and tossed that aside with a free hand as the other kept her against the wall.
Bare against bare, Roger pressed his chest to hers so he could feel her breasts against his chest. Leaning down, he brushed his lips tenderly across her shoulder as he slowly guided himself to her opening. Suddenly, he simultaneously slammed into her womanhood while biting down on her shoulder hard. Soon he fell into a rhythm that had him slamming into her hard enough to make her head bob.