Coercion of Jen Ch. 13

Chapter Thirteen

Settled into his chair Black commented, "There are certain expectations I have for the next woman I take into my bed. They would include the following,

"She must never lie to me or withhold anything from me that I may want to know about. She will fully understand that I want to know about everything she thinks or does."

"She must always keep her word and never break a commitment to me."

"She must be 100% committed to me, and only me, for all of the sexual excitement in her life."

"She must be sexually alluring at all times. Be ready, skilled and enthusiastically willing to fulfill whatever sexual request I make of her, at anytime and anywhere I direct."

"She must willingly understand and accept that all mistakes of any nature are punishable and will be followed through to my satisfaction."

"She must proudly wear the jewelry of submission whenever called on to do so."

"She must never argue with me about anything. We can discuss it but my decisions will always be final."

"Finally, I must love her as much as she loves me and we must believe that love is unbreakable."

"Now, do you understand why I said you are not ready?"

She thought for a minute or so and then answered, "No, I don't understand. Unless it is because you don't love me as much as I have fallen in love with you."

This last thought leaving her lips left her face falling towards depression. He didn't want that so he spoke clearly, "The love is no longer an issue, Little One."

He bent forward to place a gentle hand on the side of her head, "Look at me," he gently encouraged. Her head rose until he could see her watery green eyes. "Come up here," he was patting his knees, "come sit in my lap."

She slowly crawled up and onto his lap. Her left arm was around his big shoulders and her wet pussy was already staining his pant leg. He snuggled her into himself for the moment. She felt the strength in his arms, his shoulders, his solid chest and she melted into him. She wanted him so badly.

Black continued, "On my recent travels every day I woke up my first thoughts were of you. How were you doing? Was Brian ok? How were you handling the challenge?"

"I thought of you constantly throughout my days, almost to the point of distraction," he said with a grin and a hint of angst, "no, loving you will not be a problem."

He gave her his strongest squeeze yet and she almost asked for release but didn't. She wanted to fold into him, become him, and understand him since she needed him and she felt safe.

They sat together for what seemed like hours in her comfort but it was really more like fifteen minutes when Black gave her a nudge and she knew it was time to slip off his lap.

For the first time in two weeks, she wasn't stupid horny. She knew she was safe so she relaxed and she let herself be happy. Then she moved to roll off of him and the plug dug in. She couldn't help but let out a little moan which wasn't from pain.

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She had just finished her third orgasm. She had both Roy, her trusted eight-inch dildo, and Bob, her anal butt plug, beside her. It had been one hot and horny session and she was finally at ease for the moment. Satisfied to the extent self-masturbation allowed for anyway since it had been a tough week.

She fluffed up her pillows, pulled his most recent letter from her nightstand, settled back and began to read.

You have come a long way, Little One, in earning my trust. Next week I have numerous essential meetings to attend right here in town. I want you by my side from Tuesday on. Therefore, it is time for another visit to Rachel's. A town car shall pick you up at nine a. m. tomorrow morning and I have arranged for Elsa to spend time with Brian.

I won't see you until Tuesday morning when we shall leave for the office together at nine a. m.

Sleep well. More will be revealed Tuesday.

Good night.

In one sense, she was relieved and on the other hand, she was disappointed. No challenge? No sexual direction?

She was truly exhausted from the week's strain and had already brought herself off the three times before reading. Now too tired to overly think matters through she fell into a deep healing sleep.

Walking into Rachel's storefront Jen was a little excited since she had come to enjoy her time with Rachel. She saw Rachel as a power female and one who followed her own path in this life. She was looking forward to seeing her again.

On entering the storefront no one was there. Jen smiled and headed towards the back and behind the curtain covering the doorway. As she was moving aside the curtain she offered a warning, "Hey Rachel, where are you?"

As she cleared the curtain she came to an abrupt halt.

Laying back on the chaise lounge were the broad shoulders of a large man with his short blond hair cut straight across the back of his head. On her knees between his outstretched legs was Rachel. Neither of them moved as she came through the curtain. Rachel lifted a hand over his shoulder to halt Jen's progress but didn't change her posture nor the effort she was putting into the blow job she was giving the large fellow.

Jen wanted to turn and run however, Rachel wiggled her fingers indicating she should come further into the room along the wall of toys. Jen was frozen in the doorway.

The man let out a lower octave moan and he seemed to be rising up off the back of the lounger. Rachel's head was moving at a good clip up and down and Jen could hear her slurping over the man's junk.

Unintentionally, Jen moved into the room in search of a better view. The fellow was moaning louder and more frequently. She could see his three-day growth over his cheek and chin. Jen could also clearly see the suction of Rachel's cheeks as her head bounced up and down on top of her fist that was stroking his cock as she sucked.

Moving around the end of the couch for an even clearer view Jen watched as his hips rose up off the lounger. Rachel gagged once and a squirt of cum escaped her lips as she continued to work to drain him dry.

Jen stood off to the side now but he still hadn't looked her way. Rachel was doing a slow, tongue-driven, clean-up of his cock. She had swallowed his cum and even licked up the small amount that had fallen onto her hand. It was a nice-sized cock from what Jen could see.

Finally, Rachel came off him, licking her lips once more, giving the head of the cock one more little kiss on top, and then she started to tuck him away inside the man's pants.

Once she had returned his cock to his pants, he patted her once on the head stating, "That was dammed good, Rachel. Next time, when we have more time, I will enjoy returning the pleasure."

Then he got up and finally turned to see Jen, "Well, Rachel, who is our little voyeur?"

Rachel had pulled back to the end of the lounger tucking her tits back into her top and generally straightening herself up. She didn't seem even a little bit disturbed by Jen's appearance as she answered, "This is Black's new muse, Jen."

At the same time, she was nodding hello to Jen, "Jen, meet Rand. Although I like to call him Randy as he can be downright randy when you want him to be." Both Rand and Rachel were laughing as she finished.

The guest snorted at the news and then added, "Black? A muse? Black, the man everyone said would remain single all the rest of his life? That Black?" Rachel nodded in agreement and then added, "I know. Hard to believe, isn't it?"

They had both straightened themselves out and the guest extended his hand towards Jen stating, "Well, young lady, how did you manage to attract the most eligible bachelor available?" Jen blushed.

He continued, "I mean it, what witchery have you deployed? Black's a well-confirmed bachelor. The ladies of this town have been trying to get their hooks into him forever. What do you bring to the table that he has fallen for?" He was taking in every detail she presented, from her shoes to her hair, he took her all in.

Jen didn't have a clue how to respond. She was, in part, trying to process what she had walked into while striving to comprehend his comments and while watching them both straighten out their attire. Jen simply couldn't find the words.

Rachel had opened a cabinet, taken a draw on a full-sized bottle of scope, and then spit it out into a coffee mug. She's done this before!

Jen accepted his hand and found him gently fondling her hand with his other hand's fingers, which he had subtly slid under hers. She didn't quite know how to respond or reply.

Rachel broke out in a laugh seeing the emotional roller coaster Jen's face was on.

"Come on now, Rand, can't you see she is somewhat baffled about what she has walked in on?" Rand had Jen's eyes locked onto his as he let out a little laugh as well.

He then gave her hand two semi-hard, up-and-down shakes stating, "Ok, I can see it now."

'See what'? Jen asks herself as she watches him bend over and kiss the top of her hand. She was even more baffled.

Rand let Jen's hand go, then turned to Rachel, drew her into him, gave her a deep, quick, kiss, then turned, starting towards the curtain saying, "Thanks for the quicky Rachel, love you as always, see you at the dinner on Friday." He waved a hand in the air toward them as he left.

Rachel was shaking her head with a big grin as she invited Jen to take a seat at the end of the lounger while she settled into the back bench area.

"Well, I imagine that was a surprise, wasn't it?" offered Rachel. Jen settling down at the end didn't know what to say and just looked at her friend with a somewhat confused look on her face as Rachel laughed once more.

"What is it? Haven't you ever given head before? Or is it that you have never seen someone else doing it?"

Jen shook her head, not in disagreement, but somewhat in amazement at how nonchalant Rachel was about the whole thing. Shaking her head, she said she had only seen others in movies but not real life.

Rachel laughed out loud, "Honey, get used to it because the path you're on, you'll be performing in front of someone in no time." She slapped her thigh and rose onto her feet ending the topic. Jen had so many questions but Rachel would have none of it.

Holding up a hand, as Black would do to stop her from talking, Rachel let Jen know that she had received instructions from Black and already had a few outfits pulled for her to try on in the other room so Jen fell in behind as Rachel led the way.

The first was a business suit. A light, soft, cream-colored top with a sharp blue business jacket, that forms to her figure perfectly, and a short, dark, shirt. "Try this on," Rachel said while handing her the outfit on a single hanger, "Try it braless for the fabric's full effect," was added with a knowing smile.

While Jen tried on the clothes within a curtained-off change room Rachel continued chatting, "He has selected some very, shall I say, sensual outfits for you to wear. I see you are moving up from gardener to housemaid to what, my lovely? Oh, and good for you, Honey!" Rachel almost squealed. Jen didn't respond since she wasn't sure whether she liked what she was hearing or not.

"A lady's got to take out of life what she can while she's young 'cause the older you get, the harder it becomes'. Trust me on this and I am so happy for you." Jen heard her clapping her hands as she stepped out from the curtain.

"Wow! Look at that top," she is pushing the jacket lapels aside as she seeks to see more. "The material has perfectly formed to your breasts. Beautiful! What a choice but too bad he hasn't thought to buy you any jewelry yet. This top would show it off perfectly."

Jewelry, show it off? Oh! Nipple cones!

"No male will be able to miss you when you walk into a room, perfect. Here's the next set." Rachel practically pushed the new set into her arms and started her back into the changing room.

Jen reached to close the curtain but Rachel stopped her saying, "Come on, Honey, I like to see the person I'm chatting with and you don't got nothing I don't. C'mon girl, try it on. You are going to just love it." Jen gave in and started to change.

"You know, I just don't know if you know how lucky you are to have hooked a male that appreciates proper fashion. Some of the poor gals that come in here, the outfits their men select, I want to cry for them." Jen was sliding into a dinner dress with her back to Rachel. She pulled it down into place with a tug or two from Rachel and then Jen turned to see Rachel and behind her the full-length mirror on the wall.

The dress was a beautiful emerald green color, exquisite was the only word for it, and it perfectly formed to her perfect, well-toned, twenty-year-old body.

Her five-foot seven-inch, one hundred-twenty-five lbs., thirty-six C cup, thirty-five-inch hips, under her twenty-three-inch waist wrapped in emerald presented female perfection. The flow of the material and hints of flowing vertical lines all drew together to draw attention to her core or a little lower. Rachel gave out a sexy growl giving Jen a little pause.

"Gorgeous, my pet, simply gorgeous," she cooed. Jen thought the dress was beautiful too. She turned to her left and right seeing the sides were slit relatively high with maybe two inches of the thigh showing when standing. If she sat, she would reveal a hip for sure. She'd have to wear a high-cut panty for sure. But the color! The material! It was gorgeous she agreed.

Rachel said, "I just had to see you in it," and then reached back for the next set. This was a jacket, vest, half cup bra under a sheer lite pink over the top of another high-thigh skirt, though this one would reach closer to mid-thigh when standing.

On trying it all on the vest fit like a corset and the way it melded with the half-cup bra forced her tits as high as they wanted to go leaving it a battle to contain her nipples. It required a little fidgeting to find the balance between breathing and showing her nipples. She was hoping never to have to wear this in public.

Rachel's comment was cute, "Interesting," with an index fingertip sitting on her lower lip. Then, "Next," and again withdrew a complete outfit on a rack and handed it over to her.

The final outfit was a full-sleeved, white gown that the material would change multiple shades depending on how the light hit it. The front was low cut, risqué, but not outlandish. The back is a little lower again but not too deep, Jen loved it. Seeing herself in the mirror, this time she twirled herself around, lifting the flowing base and trying to see every angle. She loved it. Rachel clapped her hands again saying, "Oh, I see I have another happy customer." They were both happy girls at the moment.

After the shopping was done Rachel brought Jen back into her playroom and had her sit at the end of the chaise lounge.

Once settled back into the wall of the lounger, Rachel opened up, "Ok, girlfriend," Rachel's grinning ear to ear and about to burst in her enthusiasm to speak. "His name really is Rand, he is rich, he is fun, I lost a stupid bet to him, and he chose today to call it in." Rachel's facial expression and hands were in front of her indicating, 'What could I do'? They both laughed and the ice was broken.

They had half an hour together and touched on a dozen topics. Rachel shared, that while Rand could be lots of fun, he definitely wasn't husband material. Rachel bemoaned she would ever find one in this small town.

Rachel asked how things were with Black. Jen shared it was confusing and she wasn't sure where Black was taking her. It had been a wild ride so far but she had a sense that it would all be worth it if she would stop fucking up. Both ladies laughed as Rachel asked, "He still likes to spank?"

At Jen's reaction Rachel knew she had guessed correctly and she laughed louder. Jen couldn't help but laugh with her.

Jen opened right up for five straight minutes. As she wound down Rachel advised, "Here's how I see what you have shared, Black hasn't hurt you at all. He hasn't even sexually touched you but he likes watching. He has some quirks and you don't know where this is going. You can walk anytime you want too, right?" Jen agreed.

"Honey, this is one dance you have to see through. Black is husband material and right now you have the inside track. I would keep it, play his games and see where it all leads." Rachel ends, raises and spreads her hands in a welcoming gesture, with a look of, 'Hey, when I'm right, I'm right'.

As time wound down Jen just had to ask why Rachel hadn't reacted at all to Jen's appearance when she came down the stairs.

Rachel went serious when she said, "I won't do anything that I don't want to do but when I want to do something I do it with all my heart. I was enjoying what I was doing and Rand was enjoying what I was doing. I knew when I heard your voice that you would enjoy watching what we were doing. So why act otherwise? What's the point? We want to be friends. I like sex and you like sex so let's just be real for each other, k?"

Jen melted, she had a real friend.

After some further girl talk, assurances, more hugs, and a commitment to each other that they were now to be friends for life. Before leaving Rachel informed Jen that she was to wear the first office outfit and meet Mr. Black at Giorgio's for lunch.

Jen was excited since Giorgio's was the town's most expensive restaurant and where the elites ate strangely named meals that the ordinary person might not even recognize as food.

Jen changed a last time and as she opened the shop's front door, the town car was waiting. One more hug and she was in the car.

The restaurant was out of the way. It was situated down a long driveway amongst a five-acre parcel that had been parked out. It was a safe place to walk before or after a meal. The entire establishment was high-end, high class, and as snooty as a small town can be.

She arrived in the town car at ten minutes before noon. There were two vehicles ahead dropping off guests.

As they rolled up in front of the entryway, she saw Black chatting to another well-dressed executive, who he left standing as he walked over to open her door. He had a smile on his face as she came out of the car.

Carefully, so as not to overexpose herself but she couldn't possibly hide her legs. Her long, beautifully formed legs were presently wrapped in thigh-high black nylons, held up via a black laced garter, with feet enclosed in a three-inch heeled red sandal.

With her skirt so short and at the same time trying to keep her thirty-six C's from falling out of her jacket. Black acted to help her get out from the car seat and stand. As she stood up it seemed like all movement around the entrance stopped for a moment.

Both men and women, all well dressed, seemed to stop whatever they were doing to watch the young women come to her feet.

Black did not notice as his back was towards the crowd. Jen saw and fought to stop the blush from rising on her cheeks. Black kissed her on the cheek, then turned, offered her his elbow, and led her into the restaurant. The other people had returned to what they had been doing.

The hostess said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Black. We have the table you requested ready." She allowed Jen a nod of acknowledgement and then commenced to walk away with menus in hand, "If you follow me, I'll guide you to your table."

The hostess pulled out Jen's chair for her to settle into while Black took the seat across from Jen. They had a corner booth with a large window opening onto the gardens and the forest beyond. Jen was looking directly at Black, who sat facing her and the rest of the restaurant beyond. Jen saw an off-white, sculpted wall behind Black's head.

On initially meeting his eyes, she saw something was bothering him as he was tense. She gave him her best smile and opened the conversation with, "Thank you, so much for the outfits. They are amazing and Rachel was sure impressed. I have never worn anything like them. Thank you. How am I ever going to repay you? Thank you."