by her shoulders and dodging her flying fists and feet. “You really do need to learn to control yourself,” he added, grabbing the neckline of her dress and tearing it open down to the waist, leaving her perfect breasts exposed.
Amber continued to fight him, but he knew better than to stop now. Bending his head he bit her shoulders and breasts, jamming one knee between her legs so that his thigh was pressing against her pubic mound.
Her breathing grew ragged and Andrew put his left forearm against her throat to keep her against the wall, while reaching down with his right hand and pushing the leg of her panties aside before thrusting two fingers inside her.
Amber began to writhe with excitement. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright and when Andrew rotated his thumb on her clitoris while pressing firmly against the internal walls of her vagina with the two fingers she started moaning.
Lowering his head he drew her left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard then releasing it for a few seconds. “Don’t stop!” she shouted, thrusting her hips forward to try and precipitate her climax. Now he used his body to pin her to the wall, freeing his left hand. Swiftly he gripped her right breast and began to squeeze it, softly at first but then harder and harder until she gasped with pain.
Pain was an aphrodisiac for Amber, as Andrew knew very well, so he kept his grip steady, moving the fingers of his other hand in and out of the soaking wet opening between her legs until, with a scream of excitement, her body jerked and shuddered as her orgasm swept through her.
Quickly Andrew unzipped his jeans and entered her with hard thrusts that made her gasp for breath. His body slammed into her and he rested his hands on the wall for support as his testicles pulled up tight against him and then he was emptying himself inside her as she climaxed for a second time.
After that she was quiet. Her breathing slowed, and eventually she sat down, pulling the tattered pieces of her dress up. “What will become of me if I have to leave here?” she asked despairingly.
Andrew had never heard her so despondent. “You must make sure that doesn’t happen,” he said firmly. “You’ve seen off three challengers since you started here. You know what’s involved. Grace doesn’t have a clue. You hold all the cards.”
“You’re wrong,” said Amber. “This challenge suits her, that’s what worries me.”
“Then you have to learn to control yourself better,” said Andrew. “I’ll help you practice if you like. I’d rather enjoy seeing you obeying orders.”
“You’ll be one of the judges, and anyway I’m not sure where your loyalty really lies,” retorted Amber. “Perhaps you’d better go away and think about that before next weekend.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you should consider what would be best for you. Do you really want to work with Grace, knowing she can never be yours? Or would you prefer things to stay as they are? If that happens, then eventually David will tire of Grace and things will return to normal here. If she wins, she’ll change everything. She’s clever and ambitious, there may not even be room for you by the time she’s reorganized things.”
She was right thought Andrew as he was driving home. He couldn’t affect the outcome of the challenge, but he did need to think about what he would do if the once-unthinkable happened, and Grace replaced Amber as the Dining Club’s hostess.
* * *
“What do you mean, you can’t make Sunday?” asked Fran in disbelief. “What the hell’s more important than a first read-through that’s taken weeks to set up?”
Grace didn’t know what to say. “I’ve no choice, Fran. It’s something that’s come up unexpectedly and…”
“Unless someone’s bloody dying I can’t imagine what it can be,” snapped Fran.
“I’m sorry, but I have to be somewhere else. I can’t explain more, and I’m really sorry. I know it’s terrible
Amber continued to fight him, but he knew better than to stop now. Bending his head he bit her shoulders and breasts, jamming one knee between her legs so that his thigh was pressing against her pubic mound.
Her breathing grew ragged and Andrew put his left forearm against her throat to keep her against the wall, while reaching down with his right hand and pushing the leg of her panties aside before thrusting two fingers inside her.
Amber began to writhe with excitement. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright and when Andrew rotated his thumb on her clitoris while pressing firmly against the internal walls of her vagina with the two fingers she started moaning.
Lowering his head he drew her left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard then releasing it for a few seconds. “Don’t stop!” she shouted, thrusting her hips forward to try and precipitate her climax. Now he used his body to pin her to the wall, freeing his left hand. Swiftly he gripped her right breast and began to squeeze it, softly at first but then harder and harder until she gasped with pain.
Pain was an aphrodisiac for Amber, as Andrew knew very well, so he kept his grip steady, moving the fingers of his other hand in and out of the soaking wet opening between her legs until, with a scream of excitement, her body jerked and shuddered as her orgasm swept through her.
Quickly Andrew unzipped his jeans and entered her with hard thrusts that made her gasp for breath. His body slammed into her and he rested his hands on the wall for support as his testicles pulled up tight against him and then he was emptying himself inside her as she climaxed for a second time.
After that she was quiet. Her breathing slowed, and eventually she sat down, pulling the tattered pieces of her dress up. “What will become of me if I have to leave here?” she asked despairingly.
Andrew had never heard her so despondent. “You must make sure that doesn’t happen,” he said firmly. “You’ve seen off three challengers since you started here. You know what’s involved. Grace doesn’t have a clue. You hold all the cards.”
“You’re wrong,” said Amber. “This challenge suits her, that’s what worries me.”
“Then you have to learn to control yourself better,” said Andrew. “I’ll help you practice if you like. I’d rather enjoy seeing you obeying orders.”
“You’ll be one of the judges, and anyway I’m not sure where your loyalty really lies,” retorted Amber. “Perhaps you’d better go away and think about that before next weekend.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you should consider what would be best for you. Do you really want to work with Grace, knowing she can never be yours? Or would you prefer things to stay as they are? If that happens, then eventually David will tire of Grace and things will return to normal here. If she wins, she’ll change everything. She’s clever and ambitious, there may not even be room for you by the time she’s reorganized things.”
She was right thought Andrew as he was driving home. He couldn’t affect the outcome of the challenge, but he did need to think about what he would do if the once-unthinkable happened, and Grace replaced Amber as the Dining Club’s hostess.
* * *
“What do you mean, you can’t make Sunday?” asked Fran in disbelief. “What the hell’s more important than a first read-through that’s taken weeks to set up?”
Grace didn’t know what to say. “I’ve no choice, Fran. It’s something that’s come up unexpectedly and…”
“Unless someone’s bloody dying I can’t imagine what it can be,” snapped Fran.
“I’m sorry, but I have to be somewhere else. I can’t explain more, and I’m really sorry. I know it’s terrible
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