CHAPTER I
The door of Jake Holden`s office opened and a nervous-looking woman stepped in, followed
by one of Jake`s men.
`What did she do this time, Andy?` asked Jake.
`Shoes,` said his subordinate, holding up a pair of expensive white stiletto-heeled
shoes.
`Thanks, Andy. I`ll take it from here.` Andy nodded and walked out, taking the shoes with
him, closing the door. Jake looked at the woman with a mixture of distaste and
exasperation.
`Back again, Mrs Langley,` he said. The woman shifted her feet slightly but said nothing.
`What is this--four? No, five times. This is the fifth time you`ve been in my office.`
Again she said nothing, looking down at the floor.
`Mrs Langley!` Jake shouted angrily. She looked up, guilty misery written across her
face. `Don`t just stand there playing dumb! Come and sit here and look at me when I speak
to you!` He pointed at the chair across the desk from him. With obvious reluctance, Mrs
Langley crossed the floor to his desk. She put her hand on the chair`s back but didn`t sit
down.
`Sit down, I said.` She did nothing, staring at him as though he had spoken a foreign
language. `Sit down!` he shouted. Mrs Langley made a slight sobbing sound and perched on
the edge of the chair, tightly gripping her bag. She sniffed and rubbed the corner of one
eye with the side of her hand.
`Don`t try that trick with me, Mrs Langley!` Jake snapped with contempt. `You think a few
tears are going to make me take pity on you? That trick works every time with your
husband, does it? Well not with me. If I ever had any pity for you, it`s all dried up
now.` Jake Holden sat back in his chair and composed himself. `You are a rich woman,
aren`t you Mrs Langley? Your husband is rich.` She sniffed again but said nothing.
`Well?`
`Y-yes,` she muttered half-heartedly.
`You could easily afford to buy those shoes. Doesn`t your husband give you plenty of
spending money? You have credit cards, don`t you?` Again she stayed silent.
`Answer my questions, Mrs Langley. Don`t waste my time! Or it`s the police!`
Mrs Langley looked at him in horror. `Not the police--please.`
`You`d better start cooperating with me then. Now answer my questions!`
`Uh ... alright ... okay...`
`You could have bought those shoes on one of your credit cards, couldn`t you, Mrs
Langley?`
`Mmm ... yes, I guess.`
`You guess? Either you could or you couldn`t. Which is it?`
`Please!` she cried out. `Why do have to be so mean with me?` A tear rolled down one
cheek.
`Why do you have to keep trying to steal things you can afford?` Jake retorted. `I can
understand poor people stealing--but not you. Now answer my question before I call the
police. Could you, or could you not have bought those shoes with your credit cards?` She
nodded silently. `Answer me!` roared Jake. `Tell me the answer.`
`Yes!` bawled Mrs Langley, `Yes I could! There! Are you happy now?`
`No, Mrs Langley. I am not happy at all. I am very angry. People like you make me angry.`
He calmed himself, thought about what he should say. `You have more than enough money, but
you come into this store and try to steal things you could easily afford. This is the
fifth time you`ve been caught, and it`s not just Carrington`s. Other stores too. You know
we keep in touch with each other, share information on known criminals. You`re on our
list. Now I want you to tell me why you do it.` He sat back and waited. Mrs Langley made
some incoherent noises then started sobbing, her shoulders shaking. She looked at him with
pathetic, imploring eyes.
`Rebecca!` he shouted. `Tell me why!` She remained mute. Jake Holden`s expression
hardened. `So far you`ve never been charged,` he said. `Every place you`ve tried to steal
from, they decided it wasn`t worth it. Two reasons. One ... you can afford a fancy lawyer
who`ll be able to get you off on some kind of medical plea, diminished responsibility or
something. Reason two ... nobody wants to piss off a big man like Carlton Langley. So, you
keep on doing it. You think your wealth and your husband`s name will keep you, save you
from the consequence. Think you`re above the law, don`t you?` He took a deep breath. `You
make me sick. People like you. Well, the ride`s over. Time to pay the price. Maybe your
lawyer will keep you out of prison, but it`ll make your husband pay attention, see what
kind of trash he married. Maybe the judge will insist you have some kind of therapy. That
might be good for you.`
Jake reached for the phone on his desk. Rebecca Langley put her hands out and grabbed
his, clinging to it. `What ... what are you doing?` she asked, voice shaking with fear.
`What does it look like I`m doing? I`m calling the cops. I hope you go to prison. Now
release my hand.` He tried to shake her grip loose, while reaching for the telephone with
his other hand.
`Wait. Please!` she wailed, tears streaming down her face. `There must be something--`
`There is nothing you can do to save yourself, Rebecca. Now stop play acting. Your fake
tears make me sick.`
Rebecca Langley nearly fell off her chair in haste, and rushed around to his side of the
desk. She flung herself to her knees and clung to his leg. She rubbed her tear-wet face
against his thigh, turning her face to look up at his with her most piteous expression of
pleading. `Please! I`ll do anything!` she choked. `Anything!` Jake Holden`s hand was ready
to dial but he paused, looking down on her.
`You ... you want me, don`t you?` she said. She took her hands off his leg and started to
fumble at the buttons of her blouse. `You can have me. Do anything you want to me, just
don`t--not the--the--`
Without dialing, Jake slammed the phone down, his contempt obvious. `Ah for God`s sake,
woman! Stand up and keep your clothes on!` He pushed his chair back away from her, then
stood. `Alright! You managed to do it again! You managed to make yourself so pathetic, I`m
not gonna call the cops on you. But this is absolutely the last time!` As he spoke she
knelt looking up at him. `Get on your feet!` Unsteadily, Rebecca got up. `And do those
buttons up. Do them up now!` He pointed at the two buttons she had managed to undo with
her trembling fingers. `Come on! I don`t want you walking out of my office with your shirt
half open.` Rebecca fastened them with some difficulty. Her hands still shook, but she was
no longer weeping. When she finished, he said, `Now pick up your bag. I`m going to make
sure you leave this building.` He firmly took her elbow and walked her out of the office,
down the back stairs. They emerged into an alley behind the store. Jake didn`t want to be
seen coming out the front door of Carrington`s with her like this. He made sure the door
was closed behind them, then turned to her. He put his hands on her upper arms and she
jumped slightly, but didn`t pull away.
`Did you really mean that about doing anything I want?` he asked, more gently. Rebecca
nodded. Her eyes were big and moist and looked into his, like an animal trapped in the
headlights of an oncoming car. `I couldn`t do anything about that at work,` he said. `They
sack you for that kind of stuff. But you are gonna do what I want--at my place, not at the
office. You free tonight?` Rebecca made a vague mewling sound in her throat, not opening
her mouth. `Well? Can you make it to my place tonight or not?`
`I, uh, I guess,` replied Rebecca.
`No, Rebecca. You don`t guess. Either you can make it, or you can`t. Which is it?`
`I, yuh, yeah. I can. I can make it.`
`Right.` Jake took out a pad of paper from his pocket and wrote down his address. `You
know where this is?`
`Y-yeah.`
`Be there at eight tonight. Don`t be late. I don`t like to be kept waiting. You got
that?`
`I gue--`
`No, Rebecca, no more guessing. You will be there at eight! Understand?`
`Yes! Yes--I--I`ll be there. Eight.`
`Good girl. Now turn around.` Rebecca turned without a word. Jake patted her bottom and
gave her buttock a squeeze. As he suspected, it was firm and toned. `Right, you can go
now. Just be there at eight.`
* * * *
The doorbell rang at seven thirty-six. Jake grunted and went to answer it. Rebecca was
standing outside. He paused for a moment, a little stunned by what he saw. Rebecca Langley
was a good-looking woman and always dressed with chic when she went out shopping, but Jake
had not been prepared to see her like this. She was dressed to kill. She wore a sleeveless
little black dress--Jake thought it was kind of forties style, which suited her well--that
came down just slightly lower than a mini-skirt would. From beneath the dress her long
legs descended, clad in fine dark stockings, to gleaming black high-heeled shoes. Her
masses of glossy dark brown hair were piled on her head in an imposing coiffure, adding to
her already considerable height. The hair was held together by a fine network of golden
threads. Around her neck she wore a black lace choker, and below that a gold chain holding
a green stone set in gold. The stone matched her eyes, green eyes set in a beautifully
symmetrical, almost aristocratic face. There was just a touch of cruelty to the narrow
mouth with its full lips of intense cherry red.
`Hey ... you look good,` said Jake after a moment. The words were an understatement, but
his tone and the moment of awed silence before he could speak were a higher compliment
than any words could be. She smiled wordlessly. `Come on in,` he said, stepping back. When
Jake had gone to the door, he had been annoyed at the interruption, as he had been
watching the financial news. Now he decided he wasn`t that bothered. His investments
wouldn`t lose their value just because he missed the latest figures for one night. He
turned off the television and sat on the couch.
`Take your dress off,` he said. Jake wanted it to be clear from the outset that he was
giving the orders and she was obeying them. Rebecca seemed to have no problem with that.
She closed the front door behind her then reached up behind herself to unfasten the dress.
It came apart and slid down her body and legs, falling in a crumpled heap around her feet.
She stood for a moment in her lacy black underwear, then stepped out of the dress. She
bent from the waist, keeping her legs straight, and picked up the fallen garment, laying
it over the back of a chair.
Jake sat there for a while, looking her up and down. Her figure was a lovely hourglass,
her belly smooth, her long legs looking athletic without being overly muscular. He
expected they would be soft, not hard, to the touch.
`Now the bra,` he said. Rebecca removed it with equal unconcern, and threw it across the
room. It landed on the floor somewhere. Her breasts were luscious, a good size but
deliciously firm, not floppy masses of flab like some big ones.
`Now take off that necklace,` he said. `I don`t like women in jewelry. It makes them look
like cheap sluts.` A slight look of annoyance passed over her face at that, but she made
no objection and coolly removed the stone on its chain. She looked about for somewhere to
put it down, and laid it on the table.
Jake Holden shifted himself back in his seat, then parted his knees. `Come and stand in
front of me,` he said. She stepped closer and stood before him, unashamed, looking
self-confident. Jake wondered how many other men had had this privilege. It all came
rather too easily for this to be her first such affair. She put her hands on her hips and
swayed slightly from side to side, putting herself on show. Jake let his eyes caress her
body for a while, then touched the space on the couch between his knees.
`Put your foot there,` he said. Keeping her left leg straight, Rebecca gracefully lifted
her right, bending the knee, and placed her foot on the couch between his knees. He put
his hand on her ankle and slid it slowly up the outside of her lower leg to the knee, then
down again. Rebecca smiled invitingly. `Take this shoe off.` She bent forward to reach for
the shoe. Her green eyes looked into his, steady and calm but glittering with warmth.
There was no doubt she was enjoying every moment of this. Jake`s gaze fell to her firm
ripe breasts. They dangled in front of his face as she reached down to grasp her shoe,
then lifted her heel out of it. She pulled her foot back to let the shoe drop to the
floor, then replaced the foot on the couch. She remained leaning forward, looking at his
face.
`Now the stocking,` he said. `Take the stocking off.` Rebecca stood slowly, running her
hands up her leg, one up the inside and one up the outside, until they reached the top of
her stocking. She made the reverse motion even more slowly, bending from the waist to ease
the fine black material down her long slender leg. When it came off the end she
straightened and tossed it aside. There was a look almost of challenge in her eyes, as
though she were deliberately trying to provoke him into something. Jake wasn`t sure what
that meant. Was she trying to let him know she could handle anything he might want to do,
daring him to give her an instruction, which he thought she would not have the will to
obey?
`The other leg,` he said. `Shoe and stocking off.` Unhurried and unruffled she lowered
her right leg to the floor and put the other one up in its place, and did the same job as
before. When the shoe and stocking were off she stood before him with one leg up, nude but
for a pair of black panties and the bit of lace around her neck, quite unashamed and
obviously willing to play.
`Take them off as well.` Rebecca grasped the lacy black material and slid her panties
down her legs. There was no hesitation, no teasing, just a businesslike compliance.
Kicking them aside she stood and faced him with her hands on her hips, legs slightly
apart, making no attempt to hide the dark triangle of her love-hairs or the pink folds
below.
Jake reached out his right hand to pat the couch beside him. `Now kneel here, facing me,`
he said. `I want to talk to you.` A momentary cloud of doubt passed over her face. Talking
was probably not what she had in mind for this evening, but she did as he said, and knelt
at his right side. `Hands behind your back,` he said. She complied, kneeling upright with
her hands behind her.
`Well, you are a bundle of contradictions, aren`t you?` Jake looked her up and down as he
spoke, admiring everything he saw. She was a truly lovely woman. Some women used clothes
to cover their flaws, and lost their shape when undressed, but not Rebecca Langley.
`This afternoon you acted vulnerable and pathetic. You were a poor weak creature, in need
of kindness and understanding. Tonight you come round here and you`re a real pro. Dressed
to kill and you strip like a thousand dollar hooker when I tell you to. You`re about as
vulnerable as a rattlesnake.` Her face went sour at that last remark. `Oh come on,
Rebecca, don`t play offended. You`ve been called worse than that, I`ll bet.` Her look of
displeasure deepened.
`So what is it with you?` he went on. `What`s this all about, the stealing thing. Why do
you do it?` Instead of replying, Rebecca looked at him with bedroom eyes, slightly
pleading. She ran the fingertips of her right hand up her hip and waist and moved her body
slightly, making her breasts tremble distractingly.
`No, Rebecca. Don`t play that game with me. I told you earlier ... I won`t let you play
dumb. You`re here to be punished for trying to steal from Carrington`s, and the punishment
is that you have to do anything I want. That`s what you said, remember?`
`I ... I will do anything you want,` she said. `But I thought you`d want to...` she
trailed off and smiled girlishly.
`I do want to fuck you, Rebecca, but that comes later. Since you obviously want it,
fucking isn`t going to be much of a punishment is it? No, your punishment has to be
something you don`t like. The first part is answering my questions.`
`Uh ... okay...` she said uncertainly, fidgeting nervously.
`So, one minute you`re a poor little rich girl who breaks down in tears as soon as anyone
says something nasty. That`s obviously phony--just a mask you put on. That mask`s off now,
and maybe I`m seeing something closer to the real Rebecca Langley.` He put his fingertips
on her belly and stroked them slowly upward, making her gasp slightly and smile as his
skin tickled hers. `So why do you do it? Is it to be the centre of attention? Do you enjoy
playing scenes like that, like the one you played in my office today? Do you like going
down on your knees and saying, "please I`ll do anything"? Is that like a sex
kick for you?` His hand reached her breast and cupped it, squeezing it lightly. Rebecca
wriggled at the sensation.
`Or is it the stealing? Is it getting away with it? That`s it, isn`t it? Getting away
with it. You`ve always got away with it because of your husband`s name or your husband`s
lawyer`s name. Or if that doesn`t work, you get away with it by playing the poor
vulnerable little thing. Using men`s weakness. There`s another weakness you like to use
too, isn`t there? The sex weakness. If you can`t make the guy let you off by making him
pity you, you bribe him with your body instead. Right? Whichever way you do it you`re
using your power to get away with something ordinary people go down for. Isn`t that it?`
He waited, but she said nothing. `Well? I`m waiting for an answer.`
`Why? You obviously have all the answers yourself. Your penetrating psychological
analysis has stripped me naked and you`ve seen everything I`ve got to show.`
`Ah, this is pointless,` he said. `I`m never gonna get any sense out of you, am I? You
probably wouldn`t know the truth yourself. You`re too screwed up in the head.`
`Well, I was kind of hoping to get screwed somewhere,` she said. Jake pinched her nipple
and she gasped, but it was a gasp of playful enjoyment.
`Okay, Rebecca, let`s forget motives. Let`s talk about some facts. How many different
guys have you done? I mean, since you got married?`
`Uh ... done? What`s done?`
`Don`t try to act innocent! You know I mean sex.`
`Yeah sure, but what`s sex? I mean, I`ve done different things with--`
`How many different men have put their penis into your vagina?`
`Uh, well, maybe four I guess...`
`We`re back to guessing again? Rebecca, I told you, you don`t guess with me. You tell me
how many. How many guys?`
She thought for a moment. `It`s five.`
`Including your husband?`
`Nuh, no.`
`So five extra-marital cocks where it matters. And in your mouth?`
She took a deep breath. `That would be more. Maybe ... ten, twelve. I`m, I`m not really,
you know...`
`Okay, I get the picture. And in your asshole?`
`None! I--I`ve never done--that!` Her face went bright red.
`Well, Mrs Langley,` laughed Jake, `it looks like you`re not you`re not quite the
hardened slut you make yourself out to be.`
`I never made out any such thing!` she replied angrily.
`Well, you didn`t exactly play shy when you came in here and stripped off, did you?` She
opened her mouth to say something more, but he cut her off. `Forget it. I`m gonna have you
now, then we can think about a punishment for you. Get on here.` He pointed to his lap.
Rebecca crawled forward across the couch and got over him, straddled his legs. She put her
palms on his chest.
`What the hell do you think you`re doing?` snapped Jake harshly.
`What?` asked Rebecca, taken aback.
`I told you to put your hands behind your back!` In panic Rebecca whipped her arms around
behind her.
`That`s better. Now I don`t want to see any more shit like that. You do as I tell you,
remember?` He paused. `Well? Do you remember?`
`I guess ... uh ... I mean, yes, I remember.`
`Now what are you going to do?`
`I ... uh ... I`m going to ... to do what you want. Anything you want.`
`Right. Tell me you`re a bad girl and you deserve to be punished.`
`I`m a, a baaaad girrrrl...` she smiled as she said those words, drawing them out, `and I
deserve to be punished.` She said it salaciously, as if she expected her punishment to be
a libidinous pleasure. Jake suspected she had played games of the `punish me I`ve been
bad` type before.
`Keep saying it,` he told her. `Keep saying it until I say you can stop.`
`I`m a bad girl and I deserve to be punished,` she moaned wantonly, and started repeating
the words again and again. Jake put his hands on her waist and ran them up and down the
smooth, lightly tanned skin. Her speech became less steady, and the sounds of lust in her
voice when she said `punished` grew more evident. Jake was in no hurry to give her
release, and slowly explored her body, stroking her all over. Having run his hands all
over her middle, thighs and bottom, he turned his attention to her chest. He stroked her
globes lovingly, then took them in both hands and kissed them thoroughly. Rebecca, her
hands still obediently clamped behind her back, writhed and twisted gently over him and
her voice grew ever more tremulous. Words failed her when he took a nipple into his mouth
and squeezed it with his teeth. She dissolved into gasping moans and her body jumped and
twitched. Jake released the nipple instantly.
`Keep saying the words, bitch!` he shouted. His passion was roused, his blood roaring in
his ears. Her body was hot under his hands, the fire coursing in her veins obvious to his
touch. Rebecca did her best to keep on stammering out the words. Jake`s right hand reached
down between her legs and touched her sex. It was in the full blush of desire, hungering
to be filled, slick with juices. For a few moments he listened with amusement to the sound
of her trying to say the words through the sounds his fingers drew from her. His own fire
was burning hot now, a fire he needed to quench in her body.
`Take my meat out,` he said. Rebecca reached forward and fumbled at his clothes. `Say the
words!` he shouted. She tried to say them as she worked, while his fingers probed inside
her, but they came out garbled, breathless. His rod waved free, liberated by her hands.
She stroked it and Jake drew in a sharp breath. `Get on it!` he said unsteadily. `Ride
it!` Rebecca didn`t need telling twice. She lowered her body, holding his rod in both
hands to guide it to her gates. When the head was in she let her legs go limp and her body
fell on it, impaling herself to the hilt. She let out an almost shocked cry and threw her
head back. Jake ran his hands over her beautiful body, feeling every curve of her luscious
form. Rebecca immediately started to pump up and down, obviously enjoying the feeling of
Jake`s big hard cattle-prod pressing into her again and again.
`Hands up! Behind your head!` he commanded. Rebecca put her lissom arms up above her
shoulders and held them rather vaguely over her head. Jake slapped her thigh. `And say the
words! I didn`t tell you to stop!` Rebecca gasped out some half-formed words among which
`bad girl` and `punished` could just about be distinguished, while the frenzy of her love
became more fevered. She bounced up and down on him, spiking herself on his stiff upraised
prong in a fury of rut, faster and faster with each passing moment. Jake was mesmerized by
her breasts bouncing in front of his eyes. They flew about this way and that, banging
together then swinging apart, one going up while the other went down or sideways in their
uncoordinated motions. It was so entrancing he lost conscious use of his hands. They
simply rested lightly on her body, which moved up and down beneath them like a piston, the
stationary hands unthinkingly caressed her waist and hips. Jake came violently, shooting a
huge gusher of seed up into her body. Rebecca carried on pounding away regardless, avid to
reach the end of her own race. She got faster and faster still, gasping in her travail,
until suddenly she cried out.
`Bad girl ... be ... puh-hunished!` she cried out half-coherently as her womanhood
convulsed, tightening spasmodically on Jake`s rod. A great wave of shuddering passed
through her body as she climaxed. The muscles in her belly rippled like water on the
surface of a lake, and her spine arched. Her arms flew wide and her neck twisted from side
to side. The heaving of her body slowed and Jake ran his hands up her sweat-soaked flanks
to her chest, fondling her there.
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