Bandersnatch Boyfriend: Amadeus #2 (complete)

Things went exactly the way Amadeus said they would, which was not the least bit surprising. In order to keep their names out of the gossip pool, my parents paid off the courts and Amadeus. They also asked that Amadeus try and rehabilitate me out of a life of crime and make me a presentable young lady of the courts again.

My parents were both well-off even before they married one another. Once wed, they were grotesquely well off. My father made his fortune manufacturing fabrics for the royal court, and my mother made hers by creating different kinds of weaponry. They then turned their marriage into marketing special holsters for guns and swords, as well as a wide range of luggage and accessories.

I never settled comfortably into that life. Even as a child, I never fit the mold my parents wanted to press me into. I wasn’t the perfect, pristine little doll that they hoped for. I was pretty and petite, but I maintained a horrible attitude and a sharp mind that fought back against them with venom. They didn’t mind that I was smart; in fact, I had helped my mother design new weapons before our relationship turned sour. I was far too rebellious for them, too mean, and that was what led me to Amadeus the first time. 

Back then, he was working as a guard for the royal bank and already had a reputation. I found him repugnant and attractive all at once. He had a rough edge I was drawn to, but his adherence and loyalty to the Roses made him a bitter pill to swallow. I swallowed him all the same. He was older than me but I flirted, flaunted, and soon had him bent over for me. He was twisted so tightly around my finger, I could have had him on all fours panting like a dog with a single command. 

For five years, he was mine. We fought horribly and made love wonderfully; all in all, the exact kind of setup I had been wanting. My parents were considering marrying me off to some other young man, but even they knew that was cruel. They decided the safest and best bet for me was to marry me off to Amadeus. By that time, he was the frontrunner to become Sheriff, and a good match for a girl like me. I wasn’t completely against it, but I didn’t want it either. I enjoyed my time with Amadeus, the fighting, the biting, the clawing, the rough lovemaking. 

It wasn’t until we started planning the wedding that I got antsy. I had panic attacks and nightmares for weeks. I ran away one day during a dress fitting, and found myself at the gates. I went through Bandy Wood, emerged at Pig Village, and traded the wedding dress I was wearing to Alix, who gave me comfortable clothes and a place to sleep. 

I had decided to go home after a few days, thinking that Pig Village would be a good place to hide to stop hearing about the wedding. Instead, I discovered that I felt more at home in Pig Village than I ever did with the Roses. So I went back home only to take everything from my room; my jewelry, my dresses, my shoes. I sold them all, took the money back to Pig Village and gave all of it away. For the first time in my life, I felt good about myself. I didn’t want to fight or scream any more, I just wanted to help these people.

The second time I went back to Rose Village, I snuck into the crypts and catacombs, taking jewels from corpses who had no need of such things. Amadeus found me, and we had quite a confrontation. We made love in the crypt, and when he tried to pressure me to stay, I punched him in the face. I told him I was no longer a Rose, but a proud Pig. He tried to use force, grabbing me so hard it hurt, and I slashed his face with the pin of a brooch. I sliced a wound across his eye, and ran while he bled.

I hated myself for that. The next time we met, I allowed him to punch me in the throat before I made my escape. 

For years, we fought and chased one another, letting our anger and resentment grow. But in a way, we always loved each other.  Now, I am being held in Amadeus’ home like I was so many years ago when I was young. I was surprised by how little it has changed; it’s still the simple chateau I remember. Same paintings, same furniture as always, and nothing has moved since I was last there. He holds such a high and prestigious position that it would make sense if his taste had become more opulent and expensive, but it remains the same.

While Amadeus is at work, I am kept confined to my room, the same one I stayed in so long ago. The few servants he keeps look after me. The small rabbits bring me my food and tend to whatever needs I have. Then, in the evenings, Amadeus takes me into his chambers and makes me spend time with him. He eats his evening meal, has a bath, and then forces me to sit through dull readings. 

During dinner one evening, I am poking at the meat pastry sitting before me. It has been a long while since I ate such rich foods, and my stomach isn’t quite agreeing with me these days.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Amadeus asks, sipping wine.

I push my plate away. “As nice as it is to eat my weight in red meat every night, I think I’ll pass on this meal.” I instead turn my attention to the dessert, a chocolate mousse and raspberry confection that I used to gorge on as a child. 

“You’ll get sick eating so many sweets.” Amadeus chuckles. “Your gut will rot out, you know? Not very attractive.”

“The raspberries cancel out the chocolate.” I snatch up his dessert, happily eating from both cups. “They make it healthy.”

Amadeus sneers at me. “You’re looking pale, Dinah,” he grunts. “You sure about that?”

“I’m pale because you keep me locked inside at all hours!” I snap at him. “You won’t even let me walk around in the garden.”

“All part of the plan,” Amadeus continues to grin. “You’re my little house pet for now. Once I’m sure of your obedience, I’ll let you stroll around in the garden again.”

“How many gold stars do I have to earn before you let that happen?” I finish off the dessert cups while he puts my unfinished plate on top of his own. 

“Once we get to know each other better again, you may earn one every night. Maybe even two, if you can be a good girl for me.” He licks his chops.

I look him over. “Then let’s start now,” I stand up. “Get your pants off. Come on, big boy!” I clap my hands. “Whip it out, let me sit on it.”

“Not so fast,” Amadeus snarls at me. “I don’t want you now. I’ll know when I want you. But right now, I have no appetite for you.” He bites into my meat pastry and chews with his mouth open.

“You never lost your appetite.” I poke his soft belly. “That’s the problem.”

Amadeus grabs hold of my wrist. “I see the way you look at me,” he growls. “I can smell you too. I know what I do to you.”

“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” I sit down in his lap and wipe crumbs from his chest. 

Amadeus put his hands around my waist. “You know I speak the truth, Dinah.” He slips his hand between my thighs and rubs to my mound. “Squishy, just like I thought.”

I bite my tongue to keep a moan from escaping. “You want it.”

Amadeus rubs more, pushing against the fabric and rubbing between my folds where the wetness seeps through. He pulls his hand out, showing me his fingers. “You want it more.” He sets me down on the ground and smacks my ass hard. “Go to bed, I’m done with you tonight.”

I go back to my room without a word, and begin touching myself as soon as the door closes. I know he’s playing with me, torturing me, but I won’t allow him to get the upper hand. 

“Am I boring you, Dinah?” He growls one evening. “You look bored to tears.”

“Because I am.” I scoff. “It’s been weeks since I came here, and you have not been the host I expected you to be. You’re treating me like a cat.”

“Just a little torture.” He glances back to his book. “Nothing too horrible, but just enough to set your teeth on edge.”

“So you plan to bore me to death?” I growl. “Make me pace around during the day and then subject me to stupid books at night?” I try to yank the book from his hands, but he pulls it away and I stumble closer to him.

“Lost your fight already?” He chuckles.

“No,” I huff and shove away from him. I don’t know what that was. Usually I could give him a run for his money. I’m pretty strong, considering my size. I’ve been able to throw him off me and keep running, but for some reason, I couldn’t even keep a grip on that book.

“I just don’t give a shit.” I plop back down on the sofa. “Plus, it’s so fucking cold in here!” I point to the fireplace. “Put some more logs on it.”

Amadeus looks over me with a strange expression on his face. “How can you be so cold?” He asks. “You’re sitting right by the fire and wearing long sleeves.”

I ignore him, refusing to answer him. I just look away and mumble profanity under my breath. 

Amadeus stands up and places more wood on the fire. “Perhaps you’re just trying to smoke me out. You know how hot I get.”

I smirk pleasantly to myself. “Oh, I know,” I chuckle. “And yet you keep doing as I command. Not much has changed in all these years.”

“It really hasn’t,” Amadeus snarls. 

I stretch out on the sofa as he tries to sit down. He swipes my feet away, grabbing my ankles to hold them aloft. He then sits down and I start kicking him.

“How old are you?” Amadeus growls.

“Old enough.” I plant my foot firmly against his ribs. My legs feel tired, but I just chalk that up to not doing the running I usually do day in, day out.

Amadeus rolls his eyes and continues reading aloud from the book.

“Do you not know how awful this is?” I snap as I sit up. “I would rather you actually top me than hear anymore of this ridiculous, banal drivel!”

Amadeus turns and I see his pupils have grown. “You have a choice to make - my cock or the book.” He wags the book in my face. “Suck me off or keep listening.”

I grimace and roll my eyes. “Take your fucking pants off.”

“No, no,” he growls. “Take your clothes off first.”

“You’re so fucking gross.” I stand up and strip off my clothes. As I toss them aside, I see a look come over Amadeus’ face. He leans towards me and grabs my hips.

“Turn around,” he snarls.

“What?” I huff. “No! Your ass is the only one getting plowed in this room. You don’t get to use mine.”

“Turn around!” He roars. He pushes me and I nearly trip. He holds me up and his hand moves up my back. “Oh no,” he whispers.

“What?” I snarl. “What’re you doing?” 

Where Amadeus touches my lower back, it hurts. It had been hurting all day, but again, I figured it was because of how inactive I was. “You’re sick.”

“Sick?” I scoff. 

“Purple rash,” he replies. “It’s turning scaly too. How did you not notice this?” he snaps angrily at me.

“I don’t see my back!” I yell at him. “I don’t exactly go looking at it!”

Amadeus gnashes his teeth. “You have Dragon Flu.”

I sit still, touching my back where the scales have already started to grow. They’re going along my spine, aiming towards the back of my neck. “Good,” I reply.

“Good?” Amadeus bellows. “You think this is funny?”

I shrug. “Yeah, just let me die. Everyone wins. You get me off your back, my parents won’t worry, and everything still left to me will go to Pig Village.”

Amadeus grabs hold of my shoulders but his touch is gentle. “I’m not letting you die, you moron!” he growls.

“Well, aren’t you sentimental.” I try to push him away but my arms are heavy. “I don’t need your help.”

“Stubborn as always.” He picks me up and carries me over to his bed. He lays me down and covers me with his blankets. “You rest here. I’ll go and fetch the doctor.”

I kick the blankets away. “Make me.”

Amadeus chains me to the bed, tucks me in then leaves to go fetch the doctor. I’m a little bit proud of him, I must admit.

The doctor comes and prescribes the same treatments that I heard of in Pig Village. Amadeus makes me suck on a gold coin or puts one in my tea. He makes me take hot baths filled with gold as well. The scales spread across my thigh, and grow around my neck and waist. They grow down my legs, making it hard for me to walk, let alone bend my knees. The scales coat my fingers so that I can’t even hold anything. Amadeus has to tend to me, feed me, help me drink, everything. It is miserable aside from that. I’m in so much pain I can barely think, not to mention how cold I am all the time. 

One evening, I am curled into Amadeus’ lap, screaming and crying because of how much pain I am in. I have no energy but I somehow find the strength to cry and scream. All the while, Amadeus comforts me and massages my scalp, the only place the scales haven’t reached.

“It’s ok,” he whispers to me. “I’m here. It’s ok.”

“Make it stop!” I plead with him. “Make it stop!”

Amadeus wraps me up in his arms, the only place I don’t feel cold. “I would do anything for you if I could.”

I wake up one morning to find Amadeus painting gold over the dark scales. I’m able to move my fingers after a while, and for the first time, I can hold a cup again.

“What’d you do?” I whisper to him. “How did you do this?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he growls. 

After a few days of him painting over my scales, I start to get stronger. I’m able to walk around with his support, and the scales start to flake off. My skin is raw and pink where the scales fall away, so Amadeus has to rub a special ointment on it. 

“This must be so embarrassing for you,” I chuckle. “After all that blustering and puffing out your chest, you end up kowtowing to my whims again.”

“So smug for someone who was crying in my lap a few days ago,” he scoffs. “I know how full of shit you are.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I laugh. “I plan on paying you back for how you treated me. You’re going to get it.”

Amadeus rolls his eyes. “Oh, sure.”

“I’m not strong enough yet to do what I like. So you’re going to have to be the big man in charge.” I hook my foot over his shoulder and tug him close. “Do you think you can handle that and take advantage of some poor, weak girl?”

Amadeus’ nostrils flare and he grins down at me. “You rotten little thing.”

I glance down, seeing the bulge pressing at the front of his pants. “You get to do whatever you want to me,” I purr. “You can handle me with as much or little care as you’d like.”

“You’re not just yanking my chain, are you?” Amadeus snarls as he climbs onto the bed.

“Not yet,” I smirk. “Once I’m back at full strength, I’m going to pull much more than your chain.” I rub my knee against his crotch, feeling his cock throbbing in his pants.

Amadeus opens up the warm robe I’m in, exposing my bare skin. He runs his finger down my middle and stops just before the fluff on my mound. “You sure about this?” He growls into my ear. “Are you even strong enough yet to take it?”

“I’m strong enough to take you,” I scoff. 

Amadeus flips me over suddenly and arches up my hips so I’m kneeling on the bed. He grabs the back of my neck with one hand while the other rubs and squeezes my ass. He hunches over me, breathing and snarling into my ear as his fingers knead into my ass. I whimper and wriggle, but his hand pulls away and claps down against my rear. I cry out and buck against him.

“I’ll be gentle since you’ve not been well.” He spanks me again. “But you’ve also been a horrible little lady.” He bites the back of my neck.

The sensation of his sharp teeth sinking into my skin causes me to moan out loud, and he slaps his hand against my ass again. He claws down my thighs as he sits back up behind me. 

He starts laughing and his fingers slip along my folds. “You’re drenched already!” His fingers push inside me. “You haven’t changed at all.”

“Hey,” I groan. “Wait just a second-” Amadeus pushes my head back down into the pillows and spanks my ass again.

“You’ve said enough. Stay quiet. I am sick of your mouth!” His hand claps down on my ass again and he rubs. His fingers knead as he gently touches me before slapping his palm down on me again.

Amadeus tangles his fingers in my hair, grasping it and pulling my up by my locks. He wraps one big arm around me so my back is pushed against his chest.

“I want it just like that night at the ball,” he snarls into my ear. “Both of us so desperate we do it wherever anyone can just find us. We fucked and wailed in pleasure.” His fingers slip down between my thighs, and the thick pads of his fingers rub my clit. “It didn’t matter what heated words we shared. All that mattered was the heat of our loins.”

“You’re disgusting,” I moan. “I don’t know why I put up with it before.”

Amadeus twists my head back and kisses me. I bite his tongue while he moans. He pinches my cheeks between his fingers, then shoves me back down onto the bed. He opens his pants and lets his cock come to rest on my stomach.

“Remember this?” He chuckles. He takes it in his hand and slaps it against my skin. “Surely you can still take it.” 

I growl and glare up at him. “Once I’m back to full strength, you’re going to regret all of this.” I look down at his big, thick cock. Of course I remember such a beast. it had been my favorite toy for the longest time. It is pitch black, with a pointed head at the end of a shaft that widens into a thick bulbous knot at the root. I bite my lip as fond memories of it being inside me come bubbling back.

Amadeus ruts it against me. “All these years,” he snarls. “You’ve kept running away from me and hiding. The last night we shared together, you took my eye.” He takes off the eyepatch and shows me the glass globe in its place. There is a keyhole where the pupil should be.

He taps on it. “I’ve kept our wedding rings in here,” he snarls. “I was afraid you’d steal them.”

I giggle. “You’d be right.” I reach down, stroking his length. “Stop being sentimental and just fuck me!”

Amadeus pins back my arms with one hand. “I know you want me more than I want you,” he snarls. “It’s so obvious. Why else would you put yourself on a platter like this?”

He uses his shirt to tie my hands to the headboard. “I have had enough of your bullshit, Dinah. I fully intend to make love to you, once and for all.”

He lays my legs over his lap and ruts his cock against my slit. I can hear the squishing, slipping wet sounds from below. I feel him against me, warm, hard, and already pulsing. He reaches down, putting his hand around my throat.

“This is all your fault.” Amadeus pushes deep inside me with one hard, forceful stroke.

I cry out and he shoves a finger into my mouth. He presses it against my tongue as he moves. He thrusts hard inside, taking no mercy on me. It’s been so long since I’ve taken him, let alone anyone. I can’t stomach anyone else’s touch except for Amadeus’.

“You’re way too fucking tight!” Amadeus laughs. “Have you not been able to find anyone willing to touch you?”

I bite down hard on his finger in my mouth.

“I suppose it would be hard to find someone willing enough to come near you, let alone someone who could please you like I can?” Amadeus snarls. He grunts and moans, pushing a little harder. The knot at the base of his cock starts to push against me, popping inside so Amadeus is locked in place.

I bite down harder on his finger and taste blood. He pulls his finger away, replacing it with his lips and tongue. Inside me, he ruts, grinding against the sensitive places inside since he can no longer pull out. The knot has him locked in place, and hitting the exact spot that makes me lose my mind. His long hair hangs around us like a curtain while his low, dark growls echo in my ear. There’s a jolt that courses through my body, making my legs go sore and my toes curl. It goes from cold to painfully hot through every single nerve in my being. I think I cry out, but I my mind has gone blank, bright white.

I wake up sore and wrapped in his arms. I grunt and stretch out my legs, then cup my mound in my hand. I’m soft and aching, but in a very good way. Amadeus’ arm tightens around me, then he bites my shoulder. 

“You vanished for a while,” he laughs. “Was I that good?”

I sniff. “You were so boring I passed out.” I gaze up at him and run my palm on his cheek. “I guess I have to teach you how to do it properly all over again. You’re so fucking useless.”

Amadeus kisses me. “I suppose you’ll want to go once you’re better?”

“Like you’d let me.” I stroke my fingers under his false eye. “But I’m sure I’ll escape one of these days.”

“Back to chasing you and hunting you down. I’m used to it.” Amadeus sits up and stretches. 

I place my hand on his stomach. “I’m not going anywhere. Lay back down.”

Amadeus smirks at me. “Is that a command?”

“Of course it is.” I grin. “Now do it.”

Amadeus curls back up beside me and kisses my neck. “I missed you.”

I sigh and close my eyes. “I missed you too.”