Jessica's Taming Ch. 01byVenus_in_Furs©
This is the edited and rewritten version of the first story I ever posted to this site, I hope you enjoy, please feel free to leave comments or email me :)
Jessica sighed and refrained with difficulty from rubbing her aching temples. She usually loved her job, loved interacting with the dozens of people who came through the small lingerie shop everyday, but this woman.... She pushed her dark hair from her eyes and forced herself to concentrate with difficulty on her customer.
"Yes, ma'am, and will there be anything else?"
She glanced quickly at the clock as she spoke, hoping the overbearing overweight woman in front of the counter wouldn't notice. She shuddered again as she remembered the dozens of lacy thongs and bras the woman had made her fetch. She wouldn't even take them over the door, she had insisted that Jessica bring them in to her! Seeing the obese elderly woman try to fit her massive body into the delicate underwear had made her wince, expecting that at any second a button or clasp would give way under the massive strain.
The woman's eye narrowed as she caught Jessica's surreptitious look at the clock. She sniffed disdainfully. "I think not, seeing as how you've been so rude. You're lucky I am buying anything at all! I'm not so sure I'll be coming back here again anytime soon!"
Deliberately not rolling her eyes, Jessica quickly rung up the one thong the woman had chosen. Of course, it was the very first thing she had tried on. She folded it carefully with tissue paper and put it into a box.
"There you go, ma'am. The total comes to $ 20.13. Will that be cash, Interac, or Visa?"
The woman pulled out her credit card. In a few seconds, the transaction was complete and Jessica sighed in relief. She was sincerely grateful that the card had gone through.
The woman was about to hobble out of the store using her cane, when a muscular, slightly sleazy-looking middle-aged man came in. "Mom, hurry up! I want to get to the newsstand to get this months Hustler!"
At the sight of him, Jessica felt a surge of raw, primal instinct coursing through her veins. Her heart started beating faster as she stared at the man. His hair, a little greasy and long, was a dark brown, like his eyes. His lips were sensuously full, his nose straight. His chin was graced with a goatee, which Jessica found incredibly sexy on any man. He was, she had to admit, amazingly hot, in spite of, or perhaps because of, his slimeball look.
As if he felt her eyes on him, he turned from helping his mother out the door and looked deep into her eyes. His, she noticed with shortened breath, were exactly the same colour as hers. Her heartbeat sped up even more as he blatantly, almost insultingly checked her out. He ran his eyes over her shoulder-length, stylishly-cut, reddish-brown hair, big luminous brown eyes, full lips, soft breasts, and curvy body. She shuddered, feeling that she should be offended by his blunt, even invasive, appraisal.
She didn't feel offended, she realized. She felt more turned on, more excited then she had in a long time, because of this man who was telling her with his eyes he owned her. Adreneline started pumping through her body, even as her mind fought against his unspoken claim of ownership.
She waited for him to escort his mother out of the store. To her surprise, and, she had to admit, her delight, he sauntered over to where she stood behind the counter. He ran his eyes over her tight black pants, admiring the parts of her that had been hidden before.
"Can I help you?" she asked breathlessly, trying desperately to sound cool and uninvolved. Her eyes were strange and dark with lust, and her breathing was ever-so-slightly strained. He smiled. Many men would not have noticed these signs, but she sensed to her shame and delight that he read them loud and clear.
"What time do you get off work and where am I taking you for dinner?" he asked confidently and to the point, without preamble. He stared straight into her eyes, an arrogant smirk on his face as he awaited her awnser.
He'd never seen such a sexy woman before. She was so young, young enough to be his daughter actually. He was good at reading women, and this woman was about two kisses away from begging him to take her. The way she cowered back from him while trying to appear confident turned him on so much. He could tell this girl was a natural submissive, and a spirited one at that. She would be worth taming. He noticed, unashamed, that he was getting a massive erection at the thought.
Her cheeks darkened as his eyes raked over her body. Her eyes roamed over him in return, and she blushed even more as she noticed his pants tight over his groin. She managed with difficulty to concentrate on his question. "I'm off in an hour," she said, almost not believing that she was answering such an insolent question.
"Great. Be waiting at that bench for me." he ordered. Without waiting for a response, he breezed out of the store. His mother, who had been waiting impatiently by the door, threw one last glare at her and followed, whining her disapproval.
Jessica followed them with her eyes, and then slumped down against the counter as soon as they were out of sight. She felt drained, almost exhausted. It was as if she had taken a test, been interrogated, and run a marathon all at once. She debated with herself whether she should even show up. All the while she argued with herself, she knew that she would be there.
She puttered around the store, waiting for her co-worker Alicia to show up and relieve her. She straightened already immaculate displays absentmindedly, her head whirling. The minutes seemed to crawl by.
She was shocked out of her daydream about the way his ass looked in his tight black jeans as he swaggered out of her store by amused, sardonic, very feminine laughter. She looked up from the pile of bras she had been folding and refolding. A petite blonde stood there, smirking at her.
"Hey Jess. I've been here for 5 minutes and you've folded that one bra 10 times by my count." She smirked nastily "Just wait until I tell Laurence you were slacking!"
Jessica stared. "Oh, sorry. I was in another world," she said as politely as she could. It always galled her to have to be nice to the spoiled blonde, who wasn't as good at her job as Jessica was, and knew it. Alicia wouldn't even have this job if she wasn't Laurence's boyfriend's daughter from a short-lived straight marriage.
Alicia rolled her eyes. "Well, be more careful in the future, then," she said patronizingly. She was always appeased pretty easily, as long as you didn't mind kissing up to a nasty bitch. All she really wanted was power over people, and if you gave it to her she was happy. Until the next time, of course.
The man came storming into the store, as Jessica was finally gathering her stuff. She glanced up, startled, as he glared around. His eyes settled on Jessica, and he was again shocked by the amazing sexiness she exuded.
He didn't let that cool his rage at her, however. He snarled at her. "I told you to be waiting at that bench. Do you make a habit of being late? I can see we're going to have to work on that."
He grabbed her arm and was about to whisk her out the door when his eye fell on the cute blonde standing in shock as he manhandled her startled co-worker. He turned to look at her more fully, leering at her, almost instincively. His eyes traveled over her slender body.
She was attractive, no doubt about it. Nowhere near as sexy as the woman on his arm, whose breast was resting softly against him, but definitely hot. She had a sharp face, softened only by big greenish eyes, with a small nose and a fairly thin-lipped mouth. Her body was slim, with small breasts and almost no hips. In short, she was the epitome of the Ice Queen, arrogance and all.
She looked like a bitch. He dismissed her in his mind, turning his attention back to the woman who deserved it. He felt himself growing hard again as she shifted against him. He started to lead her out of the store. He was stopped by a hand on his arm.
"Hey there," said a soft seductive voice at his side. He looked down at the short blonde, who was staring up at him. "I don't believe we've met." She continued, ignoring with the ease of long practice his complete lack of response. She held out a delicate hand. "I'm Alicia."
He slowly took her cool hand in his. "Jerry," he grunted. He quickly removed his hand from hers, and he and Jessica left the store together.
Alicia stood staring after them for a long time.
Jessica was having trouble believing she was being steered through the mall by this tall magnetic man she'd only just met. This was definitely the sort of thing her mother would disapprove of. Her mother had always been a little overprotective of Jessica and her sister, Kayla. Both of them had been adopted at a young age. Her mother was always worried her biological father, who had never wanted to let them go, would track them down. Jessica's childhood, and much of her teenage years, had been restricted because of this.
She looked up at the unshaven face of the man at her side. He sensed her eyes on him and returned her gaze. She blushed helplessly. He smiled at her discomfort.
"So, where are we going then?" asked Jessica tentatively. She realized she was terrified of this man, who seemed so hard and unforgiving. It was odd, she thought, but she wanted desperately to please him, although they'd just met. It wasn't just fear of him, either. It was a need, deep inside her, to please him. She shied away from the thought even as it excited her.
He hadn't stopped staring into her eyes. He'd always found that an effective way to keep people on edge, and it wasn't failing him now. He could sense her tension, thick enough to cut with a spoon. A dull spoon.
"We're going to the White Spot near here," he told her, expecting no resistance on her part. He got none.
He kept his silence on the way out to his Honda Accord, knowing that would keep her on edge. When he got to the car, he suddenly used the arm he was holding to spin her around in front of him. He pressed his body against hers.
Trapped between him and the car, Jessica felt that she was going to die from an overload of sensation. The feel of his hard body pressing her into the car, the feeling of not being able to escape even if she wanted to, was overwhelming. She couldn't breathe. The handle of the door jabbed into her back, and she shifted slightly, trying to get away from it.
He felt himself grow instantly hard as his body made contact with hers. He controlled his gasp, and rubbed his body against hers, feeling his erection rub against her stomach. He ran his fingers through her hair, marveling at how soft it was. He suddenly grabbed a handful, pulled her head back with it, and placed his mouth on hers. Jerry knew it was important to keep her off guard at this time, keep her on edge. That way she would be easier to control.
She reeled against him as his mouth, hot and demanding, came down on hers. She gasped in mingled pleasure and pain as his fingers kept their tight hold on her hair. He used it to control her, keeping her head at the angle he wanted it. She moaned into his mouth and her hips moved slowly against him.
Suddenly, it was over. She put her shaking fingers to her abused head. He ignored her questioning look and opened her door politely, waiting for her to get in.
They drove in silence to the restaurant.
The smiling, bouncy waitress stood in front of the table, chirping off the daily specials. Jerry interrupted her. "We'll both have the BC burger platter, with fries. She'll have a Coke and I'll have a beer." He spoke decisively, without even looking at Jessica. The waitress smiled uncertainly at him and left.
Jessica was startled by the nerve of this man. He had not asked her what she wanted, not even looked at her as he ordered to make sure what he was saying was ok with her. She knew she should be offended by his presumption, but somehow his assurance seemed to take away any will she had to oppose him.
Jerry smiled internally. The girl had passed an important test. She had been startled when he had ordered for her, and what girl of this day and age wouldn't be? But she hadn't said a word about it. His first instinct about her had not been wrong. But then, his instincts rarely were.
Their drinks arrived promptly, and Jessica welcomed the distraction. She gulped down the cold beverage for something to do. This silence was getting creepy.
Then, suddenly, he started asking her questions. She normally tended to be pretty closed about herself, so she was quite surprised at her willingness to tell this man everything he wanted to know. She felt herself spiral further and further out of control every second, and she couldn't deny she liked it.
"How old are you?"
"How long have you worked at that lingerie shop?"
"Do you like it?"
"Mostly. I don't get along with one of my co-workers."
On it went. No aspect of her life was safe. She told him about her sister Kayla, and about how they were adopted. He suddenly became very interested when she mentioned that her sister was 2 years older then her. He asked her exact birth date and her sister's, and at what age they were adopted. Then, suddenly, he stopped for a second, looked at her intensely, and completely changed gears on her once again.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked bluntly.
She almost choked on her Coke. Then, since he didn't stop staring at her, she couldn't help but blush again. "No, of course not," she mumbled quietly to her drink.
He smirked. "What was that? I didn't hear you." Of course, he had, perfectly well. He just liked seeing her embarrassed.
She looked up and looked him in the eye, though she found it difficult. "No, of course not," she repeated, a little louder.
He looked at her for a few more seconds, then, suddenly, knowing he was taking a risk, he decided to go for it.
"Do you like sex?"
Her blush, having only just subsided, returned full force. She nodded tensely, once. His breath quickened, and he was more than a little surprised that she had actually awnsered. His surprise turned into shock as she continued without him having to ask.
She whispered, her voice so low he had to strain to hear, "Usually. Sometimes it can be kind of boring, though."
This woman was full of surprises.
The food arrived at that moment, freeing her. He noticed she buried herself in her food. He thought she was probably trying to escape him and his probing questions. God, it made him so hard when she blushed. It made him feel powerful, and he had always liked that feeling.
They ate in silence, and he spared her any more questions, for the time being. After all, he'd made significant progress, and considering they'd only just met, he'd better back off. He didn't want to freak her out, but he knew by the ever-increasing throbbing in his groin that his body wouldn't let him hold off for long.
Jessica finished off the last of her fries and sipped up the remains of her Coke. She stared down at her hands, not wanting to look up at the man across from her. The truth was, she didn't know what to say to him. He seemed so overpowering, she was afraid that anything she said would sound inane. He didn't seem like the kind of person who would be interested in a lot of silly small talk.
She was pulled out of her musing by the return of the cute waitress. "You guys all done here?" she chirped. She started gathering dishes at Jerry's quick nod. "Any dessert for you today? Jerry shook his head, once more without looking to Jessica.
Jessica's head shot up. She was suddenly heartily sick of feeling pushed around by this domineering man! She wasn't even very hungry, but felt a sudden overwhelming need to assert herself.
"I'll have some dessert," she said tensely. "Anything with chocolate in it, I'll trust your taste." She tried to smile.
Jerry shook his head. So the girl did have some spine after all. He'd almost been starting to worry. Normally, he would have to punish her for daring to gainsay him, especially in public, but he didn't want to extinguish this fragile flame of self-esteem she seemed to be showing. A good submissive was a mixture of humility and strong spirit.
Jerry noticed with chagrin that the waitress hadn't even waited for his response. He shook his head. He wasn't really surprised. It was just the way things were, these days.
He looked over at Jessica. She was staring at him, obviously waiting to see what he was going to do about her little flare up. Her cheeks were flushed, although not because of embarrassment as usual. Her eyes were sparkling with fury. Yet, it was to him that she turned, gauging his reaction. She was tense, on edge, waiting to see if he would do anything. He smiled internally, being careful to let no reaction shine through. She had not even been trained yet, and already she was behaving as a good sub should. He was impressed.
He decided to let her off the hook this time, because she'd pleased him. She was going to have to learn soon enough, he mused, that he was a changeable man. He looked over at the waitress, who was bringing over an enormous slice of chocolate cake.
Jessica dug in, and quickly ate the cake. Jerry had to admit that it looked pretty good, and he unashamedly stole a few bites. He was thrilled when she spontaneously decided to feed him. They made a game out of it, picking up small bits of cake and feeding it to the other by hand. Jerry found himself getting incredibly turned on as her mouth and tongue swirled around his chocolate covered fingers.
While Jerry was paying the bill, Jessica noticed him flirting with the waitress, who was strongly responding to the magnetism he was exuding. He brushed her hand with his as she handed him back his credit card. She blushed and giggled, playing with his fingers as he took the card.
Jessica shrugged. She shouldn't be surprised, really. He'd certainly come on to her fast enough. She didn't really tend to be the jealous type, in any case. The only thing was, she wished it were her fingers that his hands were gently caressing.
They pulled up outside her apartment building. She cleared her throat nervously. He waited. She looked at him, blushed, and muttered something under her breath. He leaned forward.
"I said, thanks for the lovely meal. I don't really usually do this," she gulped audibly. "Would you like to come in for a drink or two?" Her blush deepened.
His eyebrows raised mockingly. He had to admit to himself, though, she'd surprised him. Again. He'd thought he'd have to wait until next time they went out. Well, there was no question of his saying no, of course.
He got out of the car without a word, walked around, and opened her door. She looked up at him curiously. He held out his hand to her, and, tentatively, she grasped it. He put his arm around her, holding her close, and they walked towards the front door. Her heart pounded and she fumbled with her keys. Finally, they were inside.
He didn't let go of her until they were inside her apartment. She looked around hastily, wondering how he would see her tiny, bachelor suite. It was neat enough, really, although she hadn't done her dishes for a few days and her futon was rather disheveled.
She puttered around, gathering up their coats and putting them in a little closet, asking him what he wanted to drink, and opening two beers. He raised one eyebrow at her, then at the drinks. She looked at the floor, avoiding his eyes. "Yes, I know," she said finally. "I'm not legal. But there's this guy at the liquor store near here that has a crush on me and 'forgets' to ID me as long as I wear a low cut shirt and let him look down it."