The BBQ – Chapter 4
The early summer sun was dipping down as people began arriving, and the backyard and deck quickly filled with guests. Professor was introducing Rich to all his students and local friends. Amelia had been floating through the throngs, but now found herself needing to retreat into the kitchen to attend to the food. As she extended her arm to reach a serving platter on the top shelf, she felt a body press against her back, hard, and the steam of warm breath on her neck. She didn’t even have to look to know that it was Richard.
“I am still waiting for a proper welcome to your house. I drove a long way, and I think that is the least you can do,” he growled in her ear.
“Really? You don’t think that you were properly welcomed in my bedroom?” she quickly sassed back at him through her panting breath.
“That errant mouth of yours just got you in trouble, Little Girl. You will be punished.” Amelia felt him move slightly and she inhaled abruptly as he reached around her and flashed a pocket knife in front of her eyes. With a simple flip, an extremely sharp blade was gleaming in the kitchen light. Amelia didn’t breathe. “Now, about your outfit,” he spoke in a low growl.
Amelia finally inhaled to fill her lungs. “What about my outfit? Don’t you like it?”
“No, I definitely don’t like it. Not the way it is right now.” He continued to slowly move the knife around the side of her face, finally bringing it to rest against her left cheek.
“You had better be careful. I have lots of guests, and someone might come walking in,” Amelia warned, a hint of panic in her voice.
Suddenly, Rich moved the knife, grabbed her by the face and spun her around so she was looking directly into his burning eyes. He raised his hand and barely pressed the side of the knife blade to her lips. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Darlin’. Your husband and I have that covered.” With a smirk on his face, he slid the back of the blade slowly down her jaw and rested it against her exposed collar bone. “Now, about that outfit.” He used his extended pinky to move the collar of her blouse to one side and deftly slipped the knife under her bra strap. With the tiniest of flicks, the razor sharp edge easily sliced the strap in half.
“What the Fuck are you doing?!” spit like venom from her lips. The knife instantly flashed in Richard’s hand, and flew up to Amelia’s lips, barely touching them with the glistening razor sharp edge. Fear flashed in her eyes and she didn’t dare move, not even a single breath.
“Who do you think you are talking to, Bitch? I will do anything I fucking want to do, and you best not forget that again,” anger and annoyance permeating his words. He reach up with his free hand, angrily pulled the neck of her shirt off the other shoulder and sliced the remaining bra strap. Thrusting his hand down the front of her shirt, he pulled it up over her breasts and used the knife to cut her bra between her massive tits, watching the severed pieces fall to the floor. “There! Much better, don’t you think?” he said with a satisfied smile on his face.
“Yes, Sir,” was all she could meekly manage between her heavy, labored breaths.
Rich leaned in, kissed her right breast, moved across and bit her left nipple, then neatly pulled her shirt down. Again, he silently turned and walked away.
Amelia’s wobbly legs insisted that she continue to use the counter for stability for the next several minutes. It wasn’t until she heard other guest talking and entering the kitchen that she found the strength to snatch her bra pieces off the floor, shove them into a rarely used drawer and grab a dish towel, giving the appearance that she had been cleaning up a cooking mess. She was all smiles when they reached her, but a single drip of sweat trickled down her now braless back.
To be continued…