The Darside of Amanda

John knocked on Tom Moore's office door as it stood open. Tom looked up from his desk. "John?" He asked as he stood up and walked around his desk.

"You must be Tom?" John asked as he stuck out his hand. The two shook hands as they sized each other up. Both had military backgrounds. Both decided to pursue law enforcement for the same reason. They hated bullies.

"How was your drive up?" Tom asked as the two sat down. Tom behind his desk and John in a chair directly in front of it.

John smiled as he thought about all their 'mandatory' stops they made along the way. "It was ok. Enjoyable in some ways. Nice to get away from the stress of the job."

"I hear you on that. I'm headed up to Canada next month for some fishing for a week." Tom paused. "I've asked Lisa Demotte to join us this morning. I know she wanted to meet you and Amanda."

"OK. Good. I'd like to meet her as well. Sam has told me about her."

"I don't know that name." Tom replied.

"Sorry. Sam, or Samantha, is the head of our counties sex crimes unit. I guess her and Lisa have been talking quite a bit since I decided I'd like to go after Aaron Buckman. At least as much as I can. I was glad to hear you got him on something."

"Yeah. Well, we need to talk about that." Tom responded hesitantly.

Lisa DeMotte walked in the office.

Tom stood up when he saw her come in. John then did the same. The three exchanged greetings and then sat down.

"It's nice to finally meet you." Lisa said to John. "I take it Amanda didn't come with you. I'd love to meet her as well. From what Sam has told me she's a very tough lady."

John smiled as he thought about Amanda. "She is. She's been through a lot. And in some ways Buckman really messed her up."

"She's not alone." Lisa added. "I have five other women who have similar stories to Amanda's. One of them is in protective custody with her son. She's willing to testify against him. Not on the sexual crimes. But as a witness to some of his dirty business dealings. I want to talk with you about her before you leave today."

John shook his head. "Glad to." Then he looked at Tom. "So tell me all about Buckman. I want to know everything that you know."

For the next twenty minutes Tom and Lisa filled him in on all of Buckman's illegal dealings and his associations. His biggest association being with the Russian mob within the city. "He's made a lot of money off the Russians." Tom added as he started rapping up his report on Buckman. "Some of it through his defense of them in court. But most of it from his helping them launder their money. They're into everything; drugs, guns, prostitution, extortion, human trafficking. The list goes on and on."

John sat in silence for a few seconds as he took it all in.

"But now for the bad part." Tom said as he stood up and walked around to close his office door.

"What's going on Tom?" Lisa asked, knowing something wasn't right. She had been working up a case against Buckman before having him pulled away from her for the case Tom was the lead detective on.

Tom sat back down at his desk. Then leaned across it like he was going to whisper. "What I'm about to tell you can't leave this room. I could lose my job if it does. I was told to keep this under wraps. The case the DA has against him is quickly unraveling. They made some huge fuck-ups with the whole procedural thing. They're trying to fix it before they are forced to release him. The only people who know about this is the DA, his assistant and me. Only because I'm the lead detective. And now you two." He looked at Lisa, who was as angry as he'd ever seen her.

"What the fuck did they do?" She growled. "They're going to let that piece of shit get off again on some legal bullshit." She slammed her hand on the arm of her chair. "I hate this fucking system! Hate it! Hate it!" She said, almost screaming.

John sat silently as his two counterparts vented their anger, back and forth. When they became silent he asked. "I have two questions. How quickly could I see Buckman? And how could I possibly get a rumor started that the Russians would hear?"

Tom and Lisa looked at each other. "I could get you into see Buckman this afternoon. But what's this about a rumor?"

John thought for a second. "Do you think Buckman would do any time if you're case wasn't falling apart?"

Tom laughed. "That would depend on the judge that was assigned his case. The Russians have several of the judges in the city on their payroll."

John smiled. "I have an idea. But I don't want to involve you two and possibly jeopardize your careers."

"Stop right there!" Lisa almost jumped out of her seat. "I'd put a bullet in that fuckers head if I thought I could get away with it."

"Same here." Tom added.

"Tell us what you're thinking." Lisa said.

"The lawyers call it, 'creating reasonable doubt' within the minds of the jurors. What if we created reasonable doubt within the minds of the Russians. Put Buckman in isolation. Make it look like he's being protected before trial." John paused. "Who's the toughest judge that would come down on Buckman?"

"Sandra Fiore." Tom spoke up without hesitating. "One tough lady. And I'm almost 100% certain she's clean."

"Then we somehow circulate the rumor that Buckman might stand before her. But more importantly, he's going to turn States evidence to save his own ass."

"I don't think the Russians will buy it." Tom spoke up.

John smiled. "They don't have to buy it completely. All we have to do is create reasonable doubt in their minds. Do you think they're loyal to Buckman? Lawyers like him are a dime a dozen. They get rid of him and get another one. I'll let you two figure out in your heads what will happen to Buckman."

Tom and Lisa looked at each other for a few seconds before Tom spoke up. "You two get out of here. I have some calls to make."

John stood up and reached across the desk to shake Tom's hand. "Don't do anything that would jeopardize your career. I know exactly how I can play this out. And it won't come back on you. Or me, for that matter, if I do it just right."

John and Lisa walked out of Tom's office and headed for the street. Lisa had to get back to her precinct. John was going to meet Amanda for lunch after an exhausting morning of shopping.

Lisa told John all about Tina and her son. The situation they were in, and their desire to relocate someplace and start all over. "If I'm being too presumptuous, please tell me." Lisa added. "But Sam and I have talked quite a bit over the last couple of months. Especially with regards to Buckman. Sam mentioned that Amanda has a house that is sitting empty. Do you think she might be open to letting Tina and her son relocating and renting from her while they get their new lives together?"

John's first reaction was anger, that Sam would give out so much personal information about Amanda. But then he realized that was minor compared to what was at stake here. "I'll bet Amanda would love to help them out that way. But I don't want to speak for her. Let me talk with her. Why don't the three of us get together for dinner some evening? You can meet Amanda and talk with her yourself about it."

"I would like that very much." Lisa replied. Then she held out her hand to shake John's. "Amanda's a lucky lady to have you in her corner to fight for her."

"I'm the lucky one." John replied. "She is quite the unique woman." He added smiling.

Lisa returned this smile. "That's what Sam has told me. It sounds like the two of them have become good friends."

"I'm going to have to have a talk with Sam about what she's saying about Amanda." John voiced his displeasure.

"Don't be too hard on her. It's just girl talk." Lisa responded with a smile.

"I know all about Sam's 'girl talks.'" John said laughing. "I know Sam real well."

"Funny you say that. That's exactly what she said about you. I might have to call her and ask about all the juicy details." Lisa said laughing.

John laughed. "You do that. I'd like to hear what she tells you."

Lisa looked shocked. "You would?"

"Hell yes. But let her know I might share the juicy details on her. I think that's only fair." John turned to walk away laughing. "Let me know what she says."

John walked into the condo carrying a brown bag with a couple of sandwiches in it. "There's a little sandwich shop down the street. Thought I'd get us something to eat to hold us over till this evening." He said loudly as he set the bag down on the kitchen counter. Amanda was in the bedroom.

"What do you think?" She asked as she walked out of the bedroom. She had bought a new sundress, that was as form fitting as anything she'd ever worn. It was pale yellow. She twirled as John stared at her. His eyes immediately locked on the V-shaped neckline that accentuated her large breasts, revealing ample cleavage to the onlooker. "I wanted this in red. But they didn't have it in that color."

"Fuck!" Was all John said as he stared.

"Do you like?" Amanda asked, already knowing the answer.

The only thought running around in John's head at that moment was how many fights was he going to be in defending her. "I love it. You are so fucking gorgeous."

Amanda giggled like a school girl. "I'm glad you like. But this dress is only for you when we go out together."

"Good thing! You're going to have guys all over you when you wear that in public." John replied, his eyes locked on the valley between her breasts.

Amanda got a scared look on her face. "Is it too much? Should I take it back? I can do that if you want me to."

"No! I love it!"

"Good. I love it too. I'll wear it tonight when we go out to eat."

They sat at the kitchen counter eating their sandwiches as John relayed to her everything that Tom and Lisa had told him. He even mentioned Lisa's conversations with Sam, and Lisa's desire to talk with her about Tina and her son.

"Oh, I would love to help them if we can. They can stay at my house as long as they need." Amanda replied without hesitating.

"I had a feeling you'd say that. But I didn't want to commit to Lisa before the two of you talked." John looked at his watch. "Tom said he'd be by about 2:00 to take me to go see Buckman."

Amanda closed her eyes and shuddered. "I don't even want to think about that piece of shit."

"I know you don't. If all goes according to plan, Buckman will be out of our lives forever by the time we leave." John said with a smile.

"What are you planning?" Amanda asked. She was fearful he was going to do something that would jeopardize their lives together.

John reached over and caressed her face. "That's none of your concern. So don't worry about it. I know what I'm doing."

She grabbed his hand and kissed the palm, then held it against her face. "I hope so. I can't stand the thought of losing you. I don't think you really understand what you mean to me." She started to tear up, but then smiled at him. "Besides. You own me now. And I'm going to hold you to that for the rest of your life."

It struck John how serious she was about his ownership of her. They had talked about it several times before. But it was always in the heat of passion. He realized how much she needed that sense of being owned by the man she had given herself to completely. "So be it. I know exactly how I'm going to mark you as my property."

Amanda's eyes lit up as the excitement of being marked by John set in. "Really? Will you tell me?" She sounded like a little girl, she was so excited.

He chuckled as he watched her giddy reaction. "You'll see soon enough. We'll take care of that before we head home."

She jumped off her barstool and grabbed his hand. She pulled him, leading him into the living room, to an overstuffed chair, right next to the sliding glass doors that lead to the balcony. Then she pushed him back till he fell into the chair. "Let me show you what else I love about this dress." Amanda slipped the straps of the dress off her shoulders and let them slide down her arms, as she stood just inches from him. Then she lowered the top half of the dress till her tits flopped out, with the dress still clinging to her waistline.

"See how easy that was." She said with a seductive smile as she dropped to her knees between his legs. Then she ran her hands up his thighs and grabbed his belt. They stared at each other, their lust for each other growing with each breath. "I haven't taken care of you yet today." Amanda said softly as she opened his pants.

John lifted his hips enough to push his pants and shorts down till his cock was free. Amanda helped by pulling them down to his ankles. John sat back, watching her every move. She was the most sensuous creature he'd ever had as a lover.

Amanda wrapped her delicate fingers around his flaccid manhood as she stared up at him. "You take care of me in so many ways." She was almost moaning as she began to stroke his cock to life. "You make me feel safe. You make me feel loved. You make me feel owned." She dropped her gaze to his hardening manhood. She began to trace the veins in his shaft with the tip of her finger. "I love this." She whispered. She looked back up at John. "Make me your whore, baby. Tell me what you want me to do." She was almost begging. "Please! Make me your whore. I don't think you know how desperately I need that."

John knew where she had slipped to in her mind. She needed that feeling of being under his complete control. That place where she had no will, no rights, no control. That place where she was made to feel like the whore she craved to be for him. "Use your tits bitch." He growled at her. "That's what those tits are good for."

She smiled up at him. The smile so seductive, John knew she'd slipped into her alter-ego. She leaned forward and stroked his now hard shaft with her tits distended nipples. "Make me!" She said taunting him. "Make me your dirty whore." The game was on.

John suddenly reached for her head and grabbed a fistful of hair. He yanked her head back. Amanda gasped as she smiled up at him. He leaned forward and kissed her hard as he grabbed her breast with his other hand. Amanda moaned into his mouth as his fingers dug into her tender flesh. Then he released her as suddenly as he took control. He sat back as he realized he was in a different frame of mind. He was so consumed with what he was going to say to Buckman, he couldn't work himself up to where she needed him to be.

"I'm sorry sexy. My brain is stuck on Buckman right now." He confessed to her as he caressed her face. "I do love you." He told her smiling.

His confession snapped her back to reality. The disappointment she felt was immediately trumped by a tenderness, and an even deeper desire for him. She knew he was going through so much just for her. "I love you too, babe. So much!" She slid her hands up his body, pushing against his chest till he was sitting back again. Then she dropped her head, filling her mouth with his cock.

John's head dropped back as he groaned his approval. "Fuck! This never gets old." He sat there with his hands resting on the arms of the chair. Amanda needed no direction or encouragement. She knew how to please her man and would do it all day if it was asked of her.

Amanda took his manhood in her mouth till the head hit the back of her throat. She started to gag, but kept her mouth impaled. This wasn't sex for her. This was the deepest act of love she could show John. Even if he didn't want to own her the way she needed. She belonged to him, and she was going to serve him in every way that was asked of her. John's ownership of her was cemented within her psyche now. With that came both a vulnerability and a sense of completion. Both of which at a depth she'd never felt before.

Her head bobbed up and down on his cock slowly. She savored the feel of his flesh in her mouth and the sounds he made as she pleasured him. After a few minutes, she pulled off his cock and smiled up at him as she leaned forward. "I know Tom's coming by soon." She moaned softly as she held his glistening cock in the valley between her breasts, then squeezed them together. "I just want to show you how much I love you."

"Fuck!" John moaned softly as he watched her work his cock, holding her breasts tightly wrapped around his manhood, licking the head every time it popped out from between them. The warmth and softness of her breasts creating the most delicious of sensations for him. It struck him again, the connection they had made over the five months they had been together. He knew she would do anything he asked of her to please him, because she belonged to him. At that moment, two life changing truths collided within him. The responsibility that was now his to protect and care for her. But also his overwhelming need to possess her in a way he'd never felt before with any other woman.

Amanda looked up at him when he caressed the side of her face. She knew instantly she was pleasing him.

John softly caressed her face as they stared at each other. "This is why I'm keeping you."

Amanda smiled knowing what he meant. "Why? Because I give you good tit jobs?" She asked teasing.

"Bitch!" He chuckled as they bantered. He got a serious look on his face. "Because you're the perfect lover. Strong, yet submissive. Intelligent. Gorgeous. Chaste in public, and a whore in the bedroom. The more I have you, the more I want you and need you."

Amanda felt as though she was being wrapped in John's ownership of her. She had never felt so safe, so alive, so desired, and yet so vulnerable, all at the same time before. She squeezed her tits together more tightly as she stared up at him. "I don't think you know what you've done to me." She whispered softly, as though she was afraid of being overheard by someone else.

John smiled at her as he caressed her face with the back of his hand. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea." He ran his thumb across her pouting lips. "Now be a good girl and finish what you started."

Amanda loved his cock with her breasts as she stared up at him. She finally released her breasts and dropped her head, filling her mouth with his manhood.

John watched till all he could see was the top of her head, and her hair as it cascaded across his thighs. His head dropped back as her warm, moist mouth wrapped around his cock, and began to slide up and down its length. "Fuck!" He moaned softly. "This never gets old."

Amanda's head bobbed up and down slowly as she listened to him moan his approval. She reached over her head and slid her hands up his torso, racking his skin with her nails, as she felt his body tensing. She knew he was about to climax. She hoped that he would grab her head and hold it tightly as he emptied himself inside her mouth. She didn't need to be held in place and forced to suck his cock. She would have gladly done it all day, without him touching her once. But there was such a feeling of satisfaction and completion that came over her whenever he took control of her.

John grabbed her head with both hands. Holding it in a vise-grip as his orgasm built. "That's it sexy!" He moaned. "Finish it!" He wrapped his fingers in her hair till he had two fistfuls.

Amanda began to squeal with delight as she felt his cock swell inside her mouth. She sucked and swallowed as best she could as it exploded inside her mouth. Feeling his body spasming as his hands held her securely, hearing his grunts of pleasure with each thrust of his cock inside her mouth, tasting his seed as it filled her mouth, Amanda felt a peace and euphoria wash over her. This was where she belonged. This was the man she belonged to.

John released her head as his body relaxed in the chair. He sat there savoring every sweet aftershock while Amanda continued to kiss and fondle his deflating manhood. He opened his eyes and watched her rub his cock over her cheeks, always bringing it back to her mouth so she could kiss it and suck on it.