The Live-In Ch. 01

"I...I might have...made up a lie...I might have said that.. she was possibly screwing around with your dad too." Jason glared at Rachel as the words came out. "Jason, I swear. That's all I said. I didn't say she was for a fact or anything. I was just trying to get her fired. That's all!" Rachel pleaded.

"That's all? THAT'S ALL?! Do you realize what you took from me because you couldn't handle the fact that I had fallen for her?!"

"Jason, she took everything from me!! What was I supposed to do? Just be okay with her whoring herself out to you?!" Rachel said, tears flowing down her cheeks. Jason stood up and grabbed her by the hair.

"She was pregnant with my child you stupid fuck!!!" Jason growled, veins popping out in his neck and forehead. He stares a hole through Rachel as he's face to face with her, still holding onto a handful of her hair.

"You WERE fucking her then! I knew it...but I had no idea about her being pregnant..." Rachel starts to wail as Jason continues staring at her. "...even if I did, I didn't put your mom up to this! I just wanted her gone. Fired. Away from you...all I wanted was...a life with you Jason....a family!" Jason loosens his grip on her hair for a moment. She feels relieved that maybe she got through to him. Maybe he realized what she went through and how terrible she felt even saying anything about Tracy. Maybe he was going to forgive her.

It's only when Jason grabs her by the throat and stands her up that she realizes she was wrong.

"A family? You wanted a family with me?! You've been riding the easy road with me all these years, and you were fucking afraid to lose that!!!" Jason screams, gripping Rachel's throat tighter. As she coughs, he continues. "You couldn't give me half of what she could! You didn't want to! It was simply about you skating through life without a single fucking care in the world!" Jason releases her neck, causing Rachel to drop back down on the couch, coughing.

"J...Jason....I...." Rachel said in between coughs. Jason didn't give her a chance to finish. He grabbed her once more by the hair and stood her up, dragging her to the balcony. When he gets to the railing, he forces Rachel in place, bent over and looking down below. Even from this level, she could see where the pavement below was still cracked and damaged.

"That's where the love of my life and my unborn child died!!! She was shot in the belly twice, once in the fucking heart, and she fell down there. If the bullets didn't kill them, the fall sure as fuck did!!!"

"Jason I'm sorry!!! Please, I'm so sorry!!!"

"Let me make one thing fucking clear. You will NOT carry my children. You will NOT be the love of my life. You took that from me. You're not Tracy..." Rachel suddenly realized that she was still only in her thong and bra, as she felt Jason pull her thong down and spit down her ass crack. She looked around her shoulder and saw him standing there, holding his cock up to her asshole, and her eyes grew.

"No...Jason please don't..."

"...you're not Tracy. But you'll do for now."

Jason took one hand, pulling her ass cheeks apart, while using the other hand to guide his cock as he pushed the head inside Rachel's asshole. The young woman groaned as the large cock was being worked inside of her virgin hole. Without any lube other than the spit Jason just put on her, the experience was beyond unpleasant for her. She gritted her teeth together as Jason pushed himself in further and further. When he was about halfway in, Rachel's groaning became a cry of pain, her voice getting louder by the second. Jason stopped, reached up towards Rachel's face and put a hand over her mouth.

"If you fucking scream, you fucking die. I will be getting this ass. It's up to you if you live afterwards or if I push you over when I'm done. Understood?" Jason growled at her, his cock buried halfway in her ass. Scared at the thought of falling to her own death, Rachel continued to sob, but nodded her head in agreement with Jason.

The man she had loved...the man she wanted a life with...the man she wanted to support her and raise a family with...he was gone. In his place, there was a monster, driven by a quest for revenge. And he was about to take it out on her by anally raping her.

"Good girl. Now, take my cock like the good little fuck toy you'll become." Jason said with a smile, before ramming in the remainder of his cock. Rachel bucked in pain as he did this, but she held her composure as best as she could.

For the next 20 minutes, Jason slammed his cock in and out of Rachel's asshole as she looked down from the balcony and stared at the damaged pavement below. She didn't want to end up there herself, so she went through the pain, knowing it would be over soon. Suddenly, Jason pulled his cock out.

"Turn around and drop to your knees." Jason commanded, so Rachel did. "Look up at me." Rachel looks up at Jason just in time to have him shove his entire cock in her mouth, causing Rachel to gag on the cock that had just been up her asshole, and he shot a huge load of cum down directly into her throat. She tried to back away, but Jason grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back towards him, forcing her to take his cock balls deep into her throat as he came.

As she choked down his cum for the first time, Jason made a point to keep ahold of her head, facefucking her a little bit as he continued to come, until he was finished. He shoved his cock in her mouth all the way one final time, making sure that Rachel had no other option but to swallow his cum, and when he was finished, he pulled out.

Rachel gasped for air, her chest heaving up and down, her ass sore from the abuse, the taste of Jason's cum and her own ass still in her mouth. She was abused, but alive. Jason put his cock away, grabbed her arm and helped her up.

"Come on inside. We need to talk business now." Jason said with a smile.

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Jason casually walked over to one side of his desk, looking closely at the candle and the object rigged over top the flame. Rachel staggered in, walking stiffly as the pain of the encounter had kicked in fully. Jason simply smiled and gestured towards the seat on the other side of the desk. Rachel sat down carefully, wincing slightly as she did.

"Tim, will you kindly come in and remove the handcuffs?" Jason called out, prompting the older man to open the door and walk directly towards Rachel. She flinched as he reached down towards her.

"Not gonna hurt ya, girl. Promise." Tim said, bringing his keys out and reaching behind Rachel, unlocking the handcuffs and releasing her. "Don't try anything funny or you'll be right back in them...understand?" Rachel nodded, and Tim turned towards Jason. "All yours Mr. Rose." he said before walking out the door once again.

"Now...let's talk, shall we?" Jason said.

"Jason...WHAT THE FUCK?!" Rachel screamed, tears flowing down her face once more. "You....you fucking raped me! You---"

"Cut the 'woe is me' bullshit, Rachel. Based on your wardrobe choices this evening, you obviously planned on pushing the envelope. You wanted me to fuck you. So...I did." Jason said, as calm as can be. Rachel stared at him, jaw dropped open and a look of disbelief on her face.

"You...forced me to...to take it in my ass. You handcuffed me and forced me to take it." Rachel pleaded. "How could you?" she sobbed, as Jason smiled and chuckled to himself.

"And you forced me to lose my dad, my love, and my unborn child. You opened your mouth to my mom, gave her a sob story, it triggered her, and now 3 people are dead because you didn't get your way. I think this was just enough to remotely help even the field a little bit." Jason opened a drawer to his desk, reached inside, and pulled out an envelope. He threw it across the desk right at Rachel. She picked it up and looked at it. "But, just to make you feel better about it, there's a little present for you." Rachel opened the envelope and saw several $100 bills inside. She looks up at Jason, completely shocked.

"Jason...what's this?"

"That's $10,000. That should be enough to get you on your feet and smooth things out." Jason said, re-lighting the cigar he started earlier in the evening.

"I...don't know what to say right now..." Rachel said, looking at the money once again, still wondering if this was really happening.

"Well, now there's a couple options. You could say 'thank you', gather your things, leave my office, and never speak with me again. Or, you could sit there, realize that in the coming weeks there will be a whole lot more of that available, and listen to my proposal for.. well, let's call it a job, shall we?" Jason said, taking a drag from the cigar. Rachel looked at him, then the money. She knew this was a lot and it would help her out tremendously in the moment.

But, the thought of there being more money being offered sparked an interest. She could be set for life in just a few months or years. She wanted a life with Jason, but ultimately she wanted a secure future no matter what that meant. Jason was clearly not interested in rekindling their romance...yet. She looked at Jason once again, getting a read on him, and ultimately settled on her decision.

"Okay. I'm listening." she said, leaning towards Jason from the other side of the desk. Jason smiles at her, then sits back in his chair once more.

"Wise choice. Now, let's get to the point. Tracy meant everything to me. I'm sorry it ended up breaking your heart in the end, but believe me when I say we're settled now in the heartbreak department." Rachel bit her bottom lip, choking back some oncoming tears, and nodded in agreement before Jason continued.

"Not only did she end up winning my heart, not only was she pregnant with my child...but, she also helped me discover some things about myself sexually. As you now know, one of those things is that I'm a fan of anal sex. That's something I never got to experience with you during our time together. I'm also a fan of having my cum swallowed. Again...something I never got to experience until I was with her." Rachel bit her tongue, trying once again to not speak ill of the deceased. Jason took another drag from the cigar and continued.

"There's a few other things she helped me discover that I enjoy, but I'll spare you those for right now. My point is, she was there and she was open to explore things with me. She experienced things for the first time with me, and she taught me about other things. Now, with her gone, I'm left without someone to explore with. But...you came back. You offered support at the funeral, and offered friendship and support after. Now, it's my turn to offer you something...a job."

"A job? Really? I'm not a secretary or anything like that Jason...what could I possibly do for you?" Rachel said, slightly confused, but mostly wanting to hear Jason come out and say it.

"Well, it's pretty simple. I'm going to follow in dad's footsteps. I'm staying involved with politics. When the time is right, I'll be running. But, with the world of politics, there's a lot of stress involved. I'm going to need...let's call it a distraction. Something to blow some steam off. These last few months have shown me that the best way to do that is through sex. Sex in ways I know I enjoy, and exploring things to see if I do." Rachel looks at Jason with her eyes wide open, fully understanding what Jason was getting at.

"You want me to help you?" she asked, the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Yes. You offered me support and friendship, and I think this is a solid approach to take care of those. In return, I'm offering you the life you want. Over the next few weeks, I'll be having the paperwork drawn up to get everything put over to my name. The house, the fortune, and everything in between. I'm offering you a place to live, and a monthly salary of $10,000. All you have to do is be ready and willing to get me off however I request."

Rachel looks at Jason, still surprised by his offer. It's the life she wanted, and he called her out for it. It's not how she imagined it happening, but here it was...Jason laid it right there in front of her. All she had to do was accept the offer.

"In other words..." Rachel started, before Jason cut her off.

"You'll be my live-in fuck buddy. And you'll get paid for it." Jason said, confirming the offer. "You can accept now and we'll iron it out. Or you can decline, turn around, and walk out of my life for good. The choice is yours."

Rachel knew her answer. She wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of being a glorified prostitute, but for $10,000 a month, she absolutely couldn't turn that down. She held out hope that maybe she could win him over in time, but for now, this would have to work.

"Alright. I accept." Rachel said, extending a hand out for a handshake. Jason reached out and shook her hand. The deal was done.

"Good. Let's make it official." Jason said with a smile. "I just need to do one more thing to make it official and name you as an employee..."

Jason suddenly pinned Rachel's arm down to the desktop. Rachel looked on as Jason held her by the wrist, her open palm facing the ceiling. As he forcefully held her arm in place with one hand, he took his other and reached over towards the candle. Rachel's eyes darted over, noticing Jason grab the unknown object from the holder sitting right above the flame of the candle. She noticed the object had a wooden handle. As Jason pulled the object out of the flame, she noticed that the tip of the object was now glowing red.

"Jason?! What the fuck are you doing?!" Rachel asked in a panic, her eyes wide open in fear. Jason looked at Rachel, and she saw an expression on the man's face that she had never seen before. It scared the hell out of her.

Jason had snapped.

"Don't worry. This won't hurt real long."

With that being said, Jason planted the blazing hot metal directly onto the flesh of Rachel's wrist. Rachel immediately screamed in pain as the metal burned deeper and deeper into her flesh. The smell filled the air and almost made Rachel sick to her stomach. She tried to fight Jason off, but she never noticed the security guard had entered the room until he wrapped his arms around her, holding her still.

"Just a little longer and we'll be done. Quit fighting."

Rachel's screaming turned into sobbing uncontrollably as the metal continued to burn into her skin. As he had promised, Jason pulled away the instrument after a few more seconds. Tim let go of Rachel and she immediately threw her free hand towards her new wound, as if that would be some kind of comfort. She drew her hand away and looked at the wound, checking to see what the damage was. Through the burnt layers of flesh, Rachel could make out some kind of a design. She looked closer and noticed the rose.

She had been branded.

"Now...I've claimed you as mine. You broke my heart, so I had to break you. We're now even." Jason said calmly. Rachel looked up at him, tears still falling freely. Jason smiled. "Tim, go help her tend to this. Then, I have one more job for her tonight."

Rachel was still in shock, even as the older man walked over and helped her up from her chair. She couldn't find the words to say. She was going back and forth in her mind, trying to figure out if she had made a mistake or not. When she finally snapped back into reality, she noticed how gentle and caring Tim had been with her in the moment.

"Just relax darlin'.. we'll get ya patched up and feeling good here in a few minutes." Tim said to her, carefully leading the younger woman to the bathroom, immediately running her fresh wound under cold water. She watched closely as Tim tended to her.

"Now, when I'm done here, we're gonna put some ointment on it and wrap it up. It's gonna be a little sore for the next few days, but you need to do this a few times a day. Make sure to let it breathe a little before you put a wrap on it again. It'll start to scab over in a few days, but don't pick at it. Just let it heal. Got me?"

Rachel nodded, looking the old man in the face. He offered her a quick hug, which she accepted. When they broke free, Tim rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Now, you might be hurting inside here too.." Tim said, pointing a finger in between Rachel's breasts and towards her heart. "...but, rest assured girl...he won't hurt ya anymore. He's in a funk. He did what he did as some kind of retribution. But, he offered you a home and some money to take care of yourself. He's going to make sure you're well taken care of. You just need to do as he wishes and when he wishes. As long as you're willing to do your part to show your loyalty to him, he'll take care of ya. Got me?" Rachel nods once again.

"Good. Now, let's go see what this last job is for you." Tim said, gesturing towards the door to the office.

As soon as the pair walked back into the office, Jason looked up from his desk and looked directly at Rachel. Even given the pain, fear, and shock she experienced that evening, Rachel was still, somehow, grateful for Jason. She knew why he felt anger towards her, and she didn't blame him in the end. She understood why he wanted to get some revenge, and she was honestly surprised at how it worked out. He obviously still felt close to her in her mind. Why else would he offer her a "advanced" friends with benefits type of relationship? She kept it in the back of her mind that someday they might get back together down the road. But, for now...she was offered a home and plenty of financial support, and he was able to get laid and take his mind off things. It was a win-win.

"Now that all that is done, I hope in time you'll accept my reasoning as to why it happened. Let that scar not only remind you of who you're serving, but also the pain you caused me in order to have to go through the pain of this evening." Jason said.

"Okay. I'll keep that in mind." Rachel said, looking at Jason.

"Good. Now...one final job for the night. Get out of that lingerie and get on your knees." Jason ordered. Rachel knew it in her gut that it was coming to this once more. She had prepared herself for it mentally, so she did as ordered. Jason looks down at her naked body. On her knees and ready to serve. He smiles before continuing.

"Tim. Come over here and offer this lady your dick."

Rachel's eyes flew wide open, as did Tim's. Tim didn't argue and walked over towards Rachel as ordered.

"Jason...what---"

"It's Mr. Rose while you're working. And, to answer you...Tim took care of you. Now, you take care of him for a bit. I'm going to watch."

Jason moved a chair and sat in it, preparing to watch a live porn unfold before him. Rachel looked at him in disbelief then looked at Tim. The older man looked down at Rachel, giving her a look of sympathy, but only for a moment. Within a few seconds, Tim was unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. Rachel continued to look up at Tim, her expression unchanged.

"Sorry honey. But, you heard the boss. You got a job to do." Tim said, dropping his underwear down with his pants. Rachel was still bewildered, but she knew that he was right. This was her job now. She had to do what was asked or else. She shifted her gaze down towards Tim's cock, noticing the older man had no issues with getting it up. As much as she was bothered at the idea of giving head to someone near 50 years older than her, she couldn't help but think how nice of a cock Tim had. Just a little shorter than Jason's, but thick and strong. She found herself getting turned on.

She looks up at Tim once more and flashes a smile. In an instant, Rachel opened her mouth and took the head of Tim's cock inside, slowly inching her way down the shaft. Tim let out a sudden gasp as she did, followed instantly by a slight moan.

"Damn girl, that's nice. Keep going."

Rachel continued to bob her head up and down Tim's shaft, never once letting the head of his cock escape her lips. Tim's moaning was actually turning her on in the moment, and she found herself enjoying the act. She continued going at the same pace when she suddenly felt Tim's hands on her head. She opened her eyes just in time to see Jason looking closely with a smile.