The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 29

"So my son is in love with you. He's forcing you to do these things, and you can't stop him." Lidia said curiosity written over her face.

"That about sums it up." Rachel said "I'm pretty well boxed in. He has me trapped on all sides. You open the cage, and I will scamper out to freedom."

Lidia tilted her head "And you would leave him, but he's obsessed with you and wants to control you. To make you love him?"

Rachel sat back. "You know your son, Mrs. Levant."

It was now Lidia's turn to take a deep breath. "I think I understand you. Why don't we rejoin the boys? I will have words with Dee."

They retraced their steps. As they walked, Isabella looked around she was still running her fingers through her hair, searching for the right hair and stopped immediately. Over dinner, Rachel found out that the daughters relied on their mother for all their money. Lidia controlled the income from the interest of the holdings. Their husbands didn't work and relied on Sophia's and Isabella's private income to pay the fees at the country club and everything else. Lidia, in turn, used money like a pimp used drugs to control her daughters. The daughters stood up as soon as Lidia walked in the door. Rachel took on the role of the head door opener at each stop.

Lidia rejoined the men who were now in the living room, followed by Rachel and the ghostly Isabella and Sophia.

"I've just had a very full and frank discussion with Rachel," Lidia said, walking in. "No, don't get up. Dee, you asked me if I thought she was the right girl for you. Well, I had my doubts, I won't deny it. I had seen her in that dreadful Italian newspaper. I must say I wasn't impressed. No offense, but Dee could marry many women who would be strategically better: women with fortunes, women with connections, women who bring a lot to the table. I don't blame you, Rachel, but you are not a woman of means. No offense."

"None taken," Rachel said taking a Martini from the waiter ready to celebrate.

"The Rockefellers have a daughter, Imogen, who would be a very strong match. However, Rachel and I have spoken, and now I realize what is happening."

Rachel took a deep breath. Lidia was fast and forward. All she had to do was snap her fingers, and Levant would drop her like a brick through a wet paper bag.

Lidia took the moment to sit down. "I realize I was completely wrong. From what she's been telling me, YOU love her so much. I didn't think after Jane you would truly find someone like her again, but you have. You've found her, and you're holding on to her. It's fabulous. Rachel is perfect for you. I'm so happy you found each other."

Rachel nearly dropped her Martini glass.

Lidia looked over to Rachel, smiling.

"I know you have your doubts now. " Lidia began almost smiling "So did I. I feel we are sisters. My boy has turned up with gold digger after gold digger every Thanksgiving. A procession of them."

"But I am a gold digger," Rachel said. "I just want him for his money."

"But you want money for your family, not yourself and nothing more. You understand the meaning of family, Rachel. This is a 'me, me, me' world, Rachel. There are plenty of women who see him as a path to their personal fortune. They would bear children, but only to strengthen their bargaining position at the point of divorce. The Levants are here not because we are wealthy, but because we are strong. We believe in family over our roles in it. You, Rachel, care more about your family--your family and who is in your future family. You don't want to be seen with Dee. You want to keep him at arm's distance. You don't want to damage him. You have a contract with him. Yes, I know about them. Dee told me long ago. No sex--what gold digger in her right mind would have a no sex clause? Whoever you are, you're not a gold digger Rachel. So, you are my daughter. Rachel, from now on, I want you to call me Mother."

Levant began beaming from the chair. Both sisters bodies stiffened, their manicured eye brows raised, foreheads wrinkled and mouths almost opened.

"Mother?" Rachel said, her tone raising at the end of the sentence.

"Look, I know you feel confused. I know you feel like there is nothing between us. I felt the same way about Douglas Senior. He was a billionaire. How could we be together? Douglas Senior had to really push to make me see the truth. He practically had to hold me prisoner to help me see the reality. I know you don't think you love him now, but believe me, you will. Love grows, Rachel. It's not a microwave; it's an oven. Never mistake infatuation for love. I'm glad I didn't. You will be so grateful in the long term. Just let him be with you, and you will see how you feel."

*****

Later, as Rachel entered Levant's bedroom, she was greeted by grand double doors crafted from polished wood. The doors opened to reveal a vast room filled with the sunset light streaming through large, ornate windows adorned with deep velvet drapes. The windows offered a breathtaking view of the estate grounds and a manicured garden.

Rachel felt equal measures of pensiveness and excitement. Her escape attempt failed, tonight, she would let him try the prosthesis. She had been wearing them pretty much every day since Qatar. The catheter was a total convenience, and she now found looking down at the camel toe between her legs more reassuring than seeing Denver's parts. In exchange, Rachel would get to sleep with Logan and Charlie. After that, the way was open to sleeping with Charlie or Peter again.

The walls were painted in a calming shade, complemented by delicate, floral-patterned wallpaper. In the heart of the room stood a majestic four-poster bed, crafted from rich, dark wood and intricately carved. The canopy above was adorned with flowing drapes made of sumptuous silk or velvet. The bedding was plush and indulgent, with soft pillows, a thick mattress, and exquisite sheets made of fine Egyptian cotton.

Beside the bed, matching bedside tables held antique lamps emitting a soft, warm light. They showcased carefully arranged objects, such as a vintage clock and a small vase of fresh flowers.

An ornate fireplace graced one of the walls, providing warmth and old-world charm. Above it, an expansive mirror reflected the room's grandeur, creating an illusion of more space and light. The flooring was covered with thick, plush carpets that added comfort and coziness. The patterned rugs were meticulously chosen to complement the room's color scheme and aesthetic.

Levant stood next to the bed, pulling his trousers and pants off, leaving his large appendage touching the side of the bed.

"Well, it's time. Time for you to do me," he said, laying back. You could tell he was torn. His words came out laced with pensive regret. This was going to be as hard for him as it was for Rachel.

"Right," said Rachel, "what do you want?"

She was caught now.

'Why don't you dress sexy for bed?' Levant said.

"Yeah, sure," Rachel said, getting up.

Rachel went into the bathroom, which was adjacent to the bedroom. She looked at herself in the gilt mirrors. She had an excess of heavy dark eyeshadow already. It was partly for the formal dinner, but she had added a bit more to look more sultry. She took her case and began looking for the gloves. They were latex opera gloves that went all the way up the arm, past the elbow. She also got a pair of latex stockings. Levant's eyes had lit up when she had worn them. Rachel had bought an expensive pair in a boutique in Paris a long time ago while getting a pair of expensive latex leggings. She kept them for emergencies like this.

"I found the gloves," Rachel said. "Hang on they need to look right".

Rachel noticed two small bottles next to them.

She went into another case and pulled out diffrent prosthetic pants. Her wrist hurt badly, and she didn't think she could go another night.

"Your mother was quite forthright," Rachel said from the bathroom, trying not to sound disappointed while she changed.

"She was an actress," Levant said.

She pulled the prosthesis on on and hooked up the pee tube. then used some foundation to hide the edges. She changed into a satin corset and put a pair of panties.

Rachel pulled on the thigh length stockings and attached them to the corset. This was the sluttyist she had ever looked.

"I know. How did she meet your dad?" Rachel ask.

She fond her pair of the most brutal stilettos she owned. They had the advantage of also begin black and patent. She looked in the mirror, peek slut, she was so on point.

"He saw her movie, went to a party in Hollywood, spoke to her, and had her followed by a detective. He had enough on her to get her to break up with her previous husband," Levant said.

Rachel read the instructions and applied the lubricant to her arm, making it easier to pull on the gloves.

"Sounds like a real charmer," she said.

The gloves were very tight and fitted perfectly. Rachel sprayed some of the latex polish on the outside and rubbed them all over, like applying sunscreen. The effect was to have hands and arms as polished as her patent leather shoes.

Levant's voice drifted from next door. "He was. He practically blackmailed her with some photos. We used to take them out and show them at Christmas. They would laugh and sigh."

Rachel looked for some suitable bracelet to go with the gloves. She started to mine her jewellery box. She frowned thinking some of jewels she was leaving casually casting aside cost more than Devers' mom's flat. She looked at her self again. Super slutty, he would like that. She paused and found a deeper fuck me red lipstick. She paused, too cheap made her look like a parody. Then she thought yeah do it and did.

"Are you ready yet?" Levant asked.

"Actually, I've been sitting here doing nothing for ten minutes," Rachel said, checking herself one last time before pouting at the mirror and coming out.

Rachel came in. "So, are you ready?" Rachel asked as she entered.

Levant sat up and nodded, his eyes widening appreciatively. He then used his phone to take a picture.

"You look fantastic."

He lay back on the bed. Rachel looked down at his naked waist and legs laying symmetrically on the bed. He had slim waist, a flat stomach and strong legs.

"Your so hot" Levant said, "You tried the new pants then?"

"What pants?" Rachel said "I told you I'm not wearing anything underneath this."

Levant looked up narrowed his eyes and the flicked his eyebrow showing he got the message.

Rachel pulled off the panties and showed her silicone slit. She bit her crimson lip in anticipation. "You like?"

"Fuck" Levant said, staring intently at her crotch. "Come closer."

Rachel came over Levant was transfixed by her pussy lips and clit.

"It looks so real," Levant said.

"Did you do anything bad today?" Rachel said cheekily, smiling.

"Bad?" Levant asked, now halfway through his steak.

"You know, bad... B.A.D, bad" Rachel said softly.

Levant thought for a moment. "I fired a guy who got on my nerves."

"Hmm," Rachel said. "That sends a shiver through me, but not enough."

"I also shut down a deal. I was having problems with getting building permits, so I shut the company down. It's organized so the Cline-Hoff bank took the losses, not us."

That wasn't what Rachel meant or intended, but it was interesting. She knew Levant was beginning to get excited now. Rachel got up and walked to the other side of the room. She did this entirely to show off her ass.

"Your mother's dinner was good. I hope you left room for dessert," Rachel said looking at the painting above the fire place.

Then Rachel heard the bed behind her creak as Levant got up. She ignored it and kept her back to him. She pushed her ass out a little further.

Within a few steps Levant was pinning Rachel against the marble fireplace. Levant spun her around and began kissing her. Rachel return the advance. Levant's hands were all over her. He caressed her ass. Still kissing Rachel started to undo Levant's shirt. Running her hands over Levant's muscular chest.

Rachel stopped kissing and came up for breath she turned the lights off. She didn't want Levant to see the prosthesis pants. Levant began to feel Rachel's fake clit, while Rachel began to run her hand down Levant's shaft. Levant picked Rachel up and sat her on top of the bed.

"Oh" Rachel said.

It was an actual "Oh" as she didn't know her breasts could be that tender. As Levant moved Rachel undid his belt and pulled his trousers down. She could feel his errection on her knees. HE had never been this attentive to her before. He moved his attention down to her stomach.

"You smell fantastic," Levant said between kisses. Rachel leaned back, and Levant held the small of her back to support her.

"Fuck, You're such a turn on." Rachel lied.

One of Levant's hand held Rachel's back another found it's way down to her fake clit.. His fingers started rubbing round the lips of Rachel's fake pussy.

Rachel let out a moan. It was fake, but she was quite impressed with her own performance. Rachel closed her dark coal eyes, and for a second, an image of Hunter flashed in her mind. She quickly switched it to Charlie, then to Samantha. Suddenly, Levant picked her up.

Rachel let out a disappointed moan as she was dropped onto one of the sofas. Levant climbed on her.

She could feel Levant fumbling to her fake parts. She reached down and grabbed his dick steering it towards her synthetic muff.

The sofa was large and she was able to pull a silk cushion under hear head. Her blonde hair splayed out over it.

"Fuck me Douglas. Fuck me like you fucked the Cline-Hoff bank." Rachel said. Rachel lay on her back and felt something moving into the space between her legs. She opened them.

"Arrhh!!" Levant said as he pushed his way up into Rachel's textured muff. Rachel was pleased Levant' wasn't as big as Charlie's dildo. He was pressing down which meant he wasn't actually pressing against Denver's flacid dick.

"I can so feel you in me" Rachel lied breathlessly.

Levant push him self up on his arms and began to buck his hips.

"Oh god you're so hard." Rachel added then bit her own lower lip. Levant stiffened up in Rachel's muff and stated to pump. If the design worked as intended Levant was getting overloaded with exquisite sensation. Hundreds of silicon fingers worked their magic. Levant speeded up his thrusting. The both started to breath heavily, lungs pumping like hearts in synchronisation, Rachel concentrated on keeping her legs open and her acting skills going.

"Oh!" Levant said. This was Rachel's clue that he was close.

"I'm close" Rachel lied making her breathing faster and faster. "Faster!"

"Oh fuck" Levant said, he bent down and began kissing Rachel's breasts again.

Rachel could feel her nipples were quite errect at the attention. The layers of silicon meant that Rachel wasn't sure what was going on. She grabbed his dick and felt the girth. Then she felt the feel of cum shuttling town his dick.

"I'm coming "Rachel lied then followed by a whole bunch of moans.

There was a twitch between Rachel's legs and the only way she could tell he was coming was the squiggly feel in her fake muff.

"Fuck" Levant said. As soon as Levant came he stopped moving but pushed his dick in to her further and held it there. Rachel's first thought was 'I hope he doesn't break this, it's only silicon. Levant leant down and put himself closer to him. Then he had a small second spurt.

Levant tied to get his break "Oh shit' he said smiling broadly. "That was fucking amazing."

He rolled off he and lay next to her on the floor, breathing deeply.

"Jesus that was like the best fuck ever." He said panting. He grabbed her and pulled her closer. "I so fucking love you." He added.

Rachel touched his dick, he was still stiff.

"Ow" he said.

"That was amazing." Rachel said "the stars opened up and the night rained down."

She touched the bottom of his shaft. After the middle east she had got used to touching it.

"Someone enjoy themselves," Rachel said as the smell of Levant's cum filled the air.

Levant kissed her "You bet" he added.

Rachel smiled "so why are you waiting? Why don't you show me what you got."

"Again?" Said Levant.

Rachel nodded. "You've been waiting for months. So why are you holding on?"

Levant picked Rachel up and carried her bridal style into the master bed. He was still stiff and breathless by the time they reached the large bed, but he put her down gently.

He pushed her back began kissing her nipples. While he was in her Rachel found her self wondering about the decor of the room. Her lower body was just laying there but her nipples well they were not made of silicon well not externally. They felt tender and excited.

"How do you want me?" Rachel said on her back legs wide open.

"This.. this is fine." Levant began.

He started pumping standing up by the "Oh my god this is amazing."

Rachel made a fake moan, then added "I thought you would be pleased.... Show me how much of a bad boy you can be.." Levant began kissing Rachel again. She returned the kiss, then kissed his strong chest. As he moved she put her ear to it and heard the strong rapid beat of his heart. Rachel could feel him pump, rubbing Denver's dick. She was pretty turned on and the dick rubbing just made her feel more excited. She felt he might make her cum like this if he continued.

Soon enough he came again and she ended up laying in his arms.

'I'm such a whore' Rachel thought. This had gone better than she hoped. He had finally fucked her. Now, if Lucy was right, he would lose interest. Ever since they got back from Qatar, she hadn't smelled anyone else on him. He had also become very possessive. Or perhaps the talk of a wedding back in England had affected him. Maybe Lucy was wrong, and he actually wanted to settle down. Perhaps if she made a big enough fuss about the next woman he smelled of, he might decide to let her go. Maybe jealousy was the way out. She would talk this over with Samantha.

"You love me?" Rachel said.

"Absolutely," Levant said, his dreamy eyes gazing at her.

"More than the stars, the rivers, and the seas?" Rachel asked.

"Without a doubt," Levant said.

"And you would like more of this?" Rachel said, rubbing her fake clit. "It wants more of you."

Levant ran his finger down her face and traced it around her breast. It felt nice.

"You better believe it. It felt so real," Levant said.

Rachel giggled. "It was real," she said softly. "But I want to go further for you."

Levant looked over. "You do?"

"Sure... You have me for another year. I thought I could use the time to get more ready for you."

Levant's eyes closed. "More ready?"

"You would be OK with that won't you?" Rachel said. "you know, to prepare myself, my flesh for your flesh."

Levant's head tilted. "I'll think about it," he said.

Rachel lay there as he snored on his back. She couldn't sleep yet. A few more months she told herself.. She would have to be Rachel for that.

******************

Later, Levant woke up. Rachel was playing a game on her phone. She had found the violent shooter games more and more boring and had switched to more abstract ones like Candy Crush.

Levant woke up and put his hand on her leg.

"You OK?" Levant said, his voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little jet-lagged," Rachel said. "I've been sitting here wondering something, though. What made her change her mind about your dad? Your mother," Rachel asked.

"She was just with him for a couple of years. After she was banned in Hollywood, she started to love him more and more. It just evolved," Levant said.

"Why did she get banned?" Rachel said, getting off her knees.

Levant went back to flicking through pictures of Rachel. "Oh, turns out Dad organized it. He got her blacklisted. She was really grateful eventually."