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The Deal

Jason Ripper x Female Reader

From Pennyworth (S1E2)

Summary: Jason is obsessed with you and has been flirting with you for months. Getting more violent, sexual and intense with each interaction. Even though his flirting is not reciprocated, you are secretly attracted to Jason but you are more afraid of him. Your father borrowed money from Jason but was unable to pay him back. Jason makes him a deal to forgive his debts in exchange for you. You agree to go with him to save your fathers life. He takes you to live with him and be his girl.

Story and smut. (Written as a script.)

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Non-Con/dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, bdsm themes, fingering, loss of virginity, oral (f receiving), choking, threats, violence, stocking, obsession, emotional manipulation

Word count: 8,700 - (Split into 5 Parts.)

Characters

Female Reader (S:)

Jason Ripper (J:)

Sid Onslow (Your father), Charles Bayard (Butler), Daria Coleman (House keeper), Greg and Lenny (Two of Jason’s guys)

Hope you like it! <3

0 Lines From Show (Lines directly from pennyworth)

Freddy Carter’s two scenes with Sandra (the character) in this are perfection. How he goes from playful to deadly in an instant. His intensity. And the way he says “Everyone thinks you’re a good girl, but I know what you are.” will make you swoon.

My story begins after these scenes. Fem reader takes the place of Sandra.

Pennyworth Season 1, Episode 2 - The Landlord’s Daughter.

First Scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbrBxrVHbAk

Second Scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RizJr3qpegs

Know What You Are

Sid: Alright Jason? The usual?

J: Where’s my girl? Sandra?

Sid: Ah, she’s about. Pint of best?

J: I’ll wait for Sandra. She pours a better pint, know what I mean?

Sid: Yeah.. (He calls back.) Sandra. (Sandra comes out and Jason smiles.)

J: Pint of best please, Sandra. (She starts to pour the drink.) Pour nice and slow, so I can watch ya. (She looks up at him slightly shocked, then continues. Jason looks her over.) Are you sad Sandra? Has someone made you sad?

S: No.

J: If someone made you sad Sandra, I’d go mental.

S: Uh, I’m just peeky.

J: Nah. You’ve got romantic troubles, aye? Come on, who is he? I will cut. him. open.

S: (She looks at him scared.) Honestly, Jason, I’m not sad. I’m happy. (She gives a forced smile and sets the drink on the counter in front of him.)

J: You are very beautiful when you smile. (She looks concerned, then smiles again. Jason leans in.) Come closer. Come on. Come closer. (She leans slightly forward.) Everyone thinks you’re a good girl, but I know what you are. (Jason looks at her then leans back, takes a sip of the drink and sighs.) Ah. I’ll see you soon. My love. (He gives her a pointed look then leaves.)

Fear is Sexy

J: Wheres Sandra?

Sid: Ah, she’ll be along. Pint of best?

J: (Ignoring him and shouting.) Sandra! (She comes out from the back.) Ah there you are. Pint of best please, my dove. (She gives her father a look, then goes and starts to pour, avoiding Jason’s gaze.) What not a word for me? Silence?

S: Sorry. I’m just thinking if the barrel needs changing.

J: Are you scared of me Sandra? (She shakes her head.) Well I think you are, but that’s alright, a little fear is very sexy. (He smiles, she gives him scared look.)

1 The Deal is Done - Start of my fic

Plans to Leave

(You and your father sit eating dinner.)

S: Is everything ok? You’ve been quiet.

Sid: I’ve just had a lot on my mind. Listen, I’ve been thinking and it may be best that you go and stay with your aunt for a while. You know, until things settle down here.

S: What? Papa no. I can’t leave you here all alone. You can’t run the business and take care of everything by yourself.

Sid: I’ll be fine, don’t you worry about me. Seriously, please don't.

S: You’re acting strange. What’s going on?

Sid: Nothing, I’m just worried for you. This city isn’t safe. So it’s decided. Tomorrow morning you’re leaving to stay with your Aunt Hilda. Pack anything you wouldn’t want to part with, I don’t know when you’ll be back.

S: Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?

Sid: Yes, I promise I’ll be fine. Now, go start packing.

S: Alright papa.

Arrangement

(Your father is in the pub early in the morning, drinking a whiskey. You enter with your suitcase.)

Sid: You have everything? (Checking his watch.)

S: I think so. (He nods but doesn’t move.) So shall we go? (He doesn’t answer.) Papa? What’s wrong?

Sid: I’m.. I’m just going to miss you so much.

S: (You put down your suitcase and go to hug him.) Oh papa. I won’t be far and we can always write.

Sid: (Seeing Jason walking up to the pub through the window, he whispers to you.) God help me. I’m sorry.

S: (You let go of him.) What?

J: (Comes into the bar, loudly pushing the door out of the way, making you jump and turn to look at him. He looks back at you then over to the suitcase and smiles.) Ah good. All ready to go then my love?

S: (You give him a scared and confused look.) What are you talking about?

J: He didn’t tell you? (Looking at your father.)

S: Tell me what?

J: (Stepping closer to you and sighing.) I’m afraid your father owes me quite a lot of money. He took out several loans with interest from me to keep this dump afloat, yet has been unable to pay me back even the original amount. I gave him several months for your sake but time was up by the end of last month. I came to collect, but he still didn’t have the money. (He steps closer to you and you take another step back, your back now against the bar.) So I told him I’d make him a deal. I’d clear all his debts and he just has to give me something in return. (Looking you up and down.)

S: (You look at Jason scared then over to your father.) Papa?

Sid: I’m so sorry.

J: That’s right sweetheart. (Stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You slightly flinch away.) Your papa traded you to me to save his own pathetic hide.

S: (You look at your father tearing up.) How could you?

Sid: I’m sorry, I'm so sorry! He would have killed me otherwise!

J: He’s right. If he didn’t pay off his debts in some way I would have and unfortunately you’re the only thing of value he had that I wanted.

S: You’re a monster. (You shove him away and he scoffs.) I’m not a thing and I am my own person. I don’t belong to him or you or anyone. You can’t just trade me like I’m an object.

J: Apparently I can.

S: Well I'm not going. I refuse to be your fucking pet.

J: (Grabbing your upper arm and pulling you close.) You undersell yourself love. You’re not going to be my pet, you’re going to my girl. And I will give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Things you never even knew you wanted. (Whispers in your ear.) Including pleasure so intense you’ll forget your own god damn name. (Pulls back smirking.) However, you are right that it should be your choice and not your fathers. (He steps back and pulls out a gun, and points it at your fathers head.)

Sid: Woah! (You gasp as your father raises his hands.)

J: So say the word and I’ll blow his brains out right now and leave you be. I would also, of course, have to take your house, pub and any measly savings you have to cover the debt he owes me. How do you fancy a life penniless on the street? Women alone out there get chewed up and spit out faster than I can pull this trigger. So, love, what will it be?

S: (Through tears.) Please, Jason.

J: Choose. (You stand crying, looking between the two.) I need an answer dear. I won’t stand here all day so unless you decide now I’m going to shoot him. (You still say nothing.)

Sid: Please! (You stay quiet.)

J: Alright then. (Cocking the gun.)

S: No, don't! (Jason looks at you expectantly, gun still pointed at your father’s head.) I’ll go with you.

J: (Looking at you with the gun still up for a moment.) Splendid. (He un-cocks the gun and puts the safety on before flipping it once and catching it by the handle and putting it away.) Now say goodbye to your father, it’s time to go. (You turn to your father.)

Sid: I’m so sorry honey. Please, I didn’t know what else to do. Oh god, can you ever forgive me?

J: (Clears his throat.) Growing impatient now.

Sid: Oh god. I love you. I’m so, so sorry. (You look at him with tears and resentment then shake your head in a way that says I can’t believe this.)

J: (Picking up your suitcase and offering his arm.) Well then, shall we? (You look at him, then at your father. You shake your head again before storming past Jason to the door. Jason laughs and follows. You step outside and two of Jason’s guys are standing in front of the door blocking your way. You look at them and scoff before Jason comes up behind you. He hands one of them the suitcase.) Here, take this and go on ahead to the house.

Greg: You got it boss. (They go.)

J: (Putting his hand on your waist.) Come along my dear.

2 New Home

Walk Home

(You begin walking. You are breathing somewhat heavily.)

J: I know you’re nervous but you don’t need to be. I’m not going to hurt you. Much. (You stop and look at him, he smiles at you then moves you along.)

S: Please Jason, you don’t have to do this. If you let me go I’ll make sure you’re paid everything we owe you and more. I’m better with money than my father is, business management too. I know I could have it within a couple months.

J: Not interested.

S: Please Jason. There has to be something I can do. Anything other than this.

J: Alright, that’s enough of that. (Grabbing your waist tighter and dragging you off the Main Street into a nearby alley.)

S: Hey! What are you doing? Stop! Let me go! (He pushes you against the alley wall with his hand over your mouth.)

J: Now, now. Don’t make a scene. (Moves his hand from your mouth and holds your arms over your head, and kisses your neck.) Let me go! (Struggling against his arms.) Let me go! Please. (You involuntarily start crying again.)

J: Oh love. You’re mine now and I’ll do as I like with you. You’ll go where I tell you and do what I want you to do. Wear what I want you to, or don’t want you to. Your body, your life, your everything belongs to me. The sooner you accept your new situation the better it will be for you. I don’t want to hear any more bright ideas of how you can pay off your debt. As far as I’m concerned it’s paid and the deal is done. Now be a good girl and give me a kiss.

S: (You scoff.) Fuck you.

J: Ah that was feisty. I like it. I don’t know what has gotten into you. You never stood up to me before today. First at the bar, now cursing at me. You’ve been quite the wild one today haven’t you?

S: I suppose having your whole life uprooted and being sold to a psychotic prick will do that to you.

J: There you go again, mouthing off, and what a pretty mouth it is. (Sliding his thumb over your bottom lip.) Though I would be careful with what you say if I were you. One day you might push me too far and I promise you won’t like it if that happens. Now I believe I asked you to kiss me.

S: No. I agreed to come with you but that doesn’t mean I’m going to cater to your every request.

J: (Sighs and covers your mouth and pinches your nose with one hand, cutting off your air, while still holding your arms up with the other. You go wide eyed and struggle against his hold.) Shh, shh, shh. (You still.) This is going to be a long road if you insist on fighting me at every turn. For your own sake, (You struggle against him again, becoming more desperate.) I think it’s best if you just obey me from now on, don’t you agree? (You struggle against him, tears running down your cheeks.) Hmm? (You give in and nod.) Good. (He moves his hand and holds your face and moves his to be inches from yours as you catch your breath. You breathe heavily onto his lips, anxious from his closeness.) Then kiss me. (You still a moment then lean forward and give him a small peck.) No. Not like that. A real kiss. (You’re still breathing heavily.) Do it again and keep your mouth open like that. (You grimace but lean forward again and kiss him with your mouth open. He moves his hands and grabs the back of your neck with one, holding you against his lips, and your waist with the other. He immediately moves his tongue into your mouth as he kisses you. After several seconds he pulls away.) Now that’s what I call a kiss. (Laughing into your hair then stepping back and offering his arm.) Now come along, let’s get you home. (You don't move, he goes to pull you away.)

S: Why me? (He stops.)

J: Because I see what you don’t. Which is that you’re special. I see so much potential in you and I know you were meant for a life greater than being trapped in that pub with your poor excuse of a father. I will treat you better, protect you better and appreciate you better than he ever could.

S: You’re going to give me a greater life by making me your prisoner?

J: Like I said, you’ll be my girl, not my prisoner.

S: So I’ll be able to come and go as I wish and do as please? You made it clear just moments ago that everything in my life is up to you now. So do you think dressing up my being your slave as being your girl will make me feel any better? When the end result is the same that I lose my freedom.

J: Very well. If you’d prefer to be dramatic, then I’ll treat you the way I would a prisoner. (Grabbing your arm roughly.) Scream, struggle or try to run away and I will make you suffer. Understand? (Grabbing your face tightly and stepping closer?) Do you understand?

S: Yes.

J: Good. (Stepping back and straightening his jacket and clearing his throat before holding out his arm.) My lady. (You straighten up and take his arm. He walks you to the house in silence.)

Arrive Home

(You get to the house and the butler, Charles, opens the door. He walks you into the giant entry way.)

J: Welcome to your new home my love. (The butler takes Jason's coat then walks to you.)

Charles: May I take your coat ma’am? (You are quietly staring at the grand entry way.)

J: My dear?

S: What?

J: Your coat.

S: Oh.

J: Allow me. (The butler nods and steps back. Jason walks behind you and grabs the collar of your coat. You slightly flinch as he does. Then he slowly slides your coat off your shoulders. He takes it off and hands it to Charles then smooths his hands over your shoulders.) So, what do you think? (Moving his hands and holding you around the waist.) Well?

S: It’s certainly something.

J: I know it’s strange now but it’ll feel like yours in no time. You’re welcome to decorate it how you like. Mrs. Coleman will assist you with that and anything else you need. Ah speak of the devil. (Mrs. Coleman walks in.) This is Daria Coleman, our housekeeper. She and my Butler Mr. Charles Bayard run everything around here.

Charles: Ma’am. (Nodding.)

Daria: Nice to meet you dearie. (Shaking your hand warmly.) Anything you need, just let me know. (You nod, your cheeks still stained from the tears. Daria looks at you empathetically.)

J: Thank you Mrs. Coleman. (She steps back to her place.) Well let me give you the tour then. (Takes you by the waist and leads you to the living room.) The living room. You of course are welcome to read any of the books, play the piano or the games. (He takes your waist again and leads you away.) Down this hall is the kitchen and dining room. The cook prepares three meals a day but you can ask you for anything you’d like and she’ll make it for you. Down this hall is the library, billiard room and my study. At the back is the garden and greenhouse. You are allowed in any room that’s not locked. Should be plenty here to entertain yourself with eh? (You don't speak but frown further.) Come on, cheer up love. You’ll live a life of luxury here. You’ll want for nothing.

S: The only thing I truly want you’ve taken from me.

J: Again with the dramatics. Perhaps I really should take everything from you and then you’ll learn to be more grateful. You can go without food, comfort, entertainment. Is that what you want? Hmm?

S: No.

J: Well then, how about a little excitement eh?

S: (You put on an obviously strained smile.) It’s a beautiful house. I’m so lucky to get to live here.

J: Now that’s more like it. (Charles walks over.)

Charles: A letter just came for you sir. (Holds a tray with the letter on it. Jason takes it and reads it.)

J: (To Charles.) Fetch Lenny and Greg from the kitchen.

Charles: Yes sir. (He goes.)

J: I have some business to attend to. (Walking with you to the parlor.) You can explore and get used to the house if you wish. (Lenny and Greg enter the parlor.) However, don’t go getting any ideas about trying to run away. Lenny and Greg will be keeping an eye on you. (He nods to them and they nod back.) I’ll be back tonight and we’ll have dinner together. (He touches your arm and kisses you on the cheek, you slightly flinch as he does. You watch him go then look at the 2 men by the door and turn and look into the parlor, Charles and Daria are standing against the wall. You look around a little more then start to quietly cry. Daria walks up to you.)

Daria: Would you like me to show you to your room dear?

S: Please.

Daria: (Putting her arm around your shoulder.) Right this way. (She leads you up the stairs to your room.) Here we are. (She opens the door and you walk in.)

S: Thank you. Is this.. Is this Jason's room too?

Daria: No dear, this is the guest suit. You’ll be staying here. Oh and he left those for you. (Gesturing to two gift boxes and a folded letter with your name on it on the bed. You nod and slightly smile while crying.) Oh I’m sorry he’s doing this to you. Know you have a friend here. I’ll try to help you as best I can.

S: Thank you Mrs. Coleman.

Daria: Now get some rest. Be ready for dinner by 4:30. We need to be in the parlor to greet Mr. Ripper when he comes home at 5. (You nod and close the door.)

Getting Ready for Dinner

(You cry fully as you lean against the door and slide down it to the floor. After a while you stop, get up and go to look at the gifts on the bed. You put the letter to the side and open the first smaller box on top. Inside is lacy, sheer white lingerie. A two piece bra and panty set. It’s something a bride would wear for their wedding. You huff as you take it out of the box and look at it.) No fucking way. (You put it aside and open the next box to see a beautiful, classy, but sexy, red dress. You take it out and hold it up, then toss it aside. Then you see the letter again and grab it. You open it and read.)

My love, I am ecstatic to have you here with me. Please accept these gifts as a token of my affection. The first of many. I would like you ready for dinner promptly at 5pm. Please do the following to be properly prepared for dinner. Be showered with hair washed, dried and styled. Then get dressed in the presents I got you. If you aren’t primped to my liking there will be consequences. If you don’t dress yourself, I will be forced to do it for you. I will tear off your clothes in the middle of the parlor in front of everyone and put your gifts on you personally. I’m looking forward to tonight, love. You should be too. I promise it’ll be a night you’ll never forget. With admiration, Jason

(You angrily tear the note into a bunch of pieces before throwing the lingerie, dress and boxes on the floor. You fall on the bed and sob. At 3PM you resign yourself and start to get ready. You shower then do your hair. You go back to the room and look at the clothes on the floor before picking up and putting on the lingerie. You stare at yourself in the mirror before putting on the dress. You double check your appearance at 4:30 and wait. At 4:45 there is a knock on the door. You open it and Daria is there.)

3 Dinner

Before Dinner

Daria: Ready dear?

S: I suppose as I’ll ever be. (You take a breath and go with her down to the parlor. The 2 men are sitting at a table at the back and to the side playing cards. They look at you, clearly checking you out in the dress as you come down the stairs. Charles is standing by the door.)

Daria: You stand here to greet him when he gets home.

S: This is ridiculous. Do you do this every day?

Daria: Mr. Ripper is old fashioned.

S: Right. And we just stand here till he gets back?

Daria: Should be any minute now.

(A few minutes later Charles sees Jason walking up and opens the door. Jason walks in, his face and clothes are covered in blood. You are shocked by his appearance. Charles closes the door and takes his coat and leaves. Jason is looking at you from the moment he comes in. He walks up to you.)

J: My love, I’m so happy you decided to accept my gift. (You grimace at him.) You look absolutely stunning. (He touches your arm and you flinch back, looking over his bloody clothes with a scared face.) Oh don’t worry, it’s not mine. Well most of it anyway. (He touches a small cut on the side of his head.)

S: It’s not… You didn’t..

J: No it’s not your fathers. I keep my word. Your father has nothing to fear from me so long as you hold up your end of the bargain. This was someone you need not concern yourself with. Now, wait for me in the living room while I go get cleaned up and I’ll meet you for dinner.

(He heads upstairs. You go and wait in the living room and pace nervously. Some time later Jason comes down, clean with new clothes. The cut on the side of his head makes him look even more dangerous and somehow more attractive as well.)

J: Here we are then, much better eh? (You give a slight agreeing smile.) Do you not think I look good?

S: No. (Jason gives you an angry look.) No I mean, yes you do.

J: Aw you flatter me. Though I don’t compare to you. I know I said this already but it bears repeating because you look just ravishing in that dress. I’m sure you’ll look even more so in the other gifts I got you. (Holding your waist, then leaning down and whispering in your ear.) Are you wearing them now? (He leans back to look at you.) Hmm? (He grabs your wrist and squeezes hard.) Answer me.

S: Yes.

J: Mind if I check?

S: Here?

J: Don’t worry, love, I’ll be very discreet. (He pushes your hair back over your shoulder on one side. Then runs his fingers down your neck and over your shoulder to your dress strap. He gently lifts it and pushes it aside revealing the bra strap of the lingerie.) Very good. (He leans down and kisses your shoulder. You inhale sharply and turn your head away. He moves the dress strap back in place.) I just need to check one more thing. (He grabs your waist again and moves you to the piano and lifts you up to sit on it. He reaches down with his hand and touches your ankle and runs his hand up your leg to your thigh and slides your dress up until your panties are visible. He makes a hum of approval then pushes your legs apart and steps between them.)

S: Hey! (He leans in and puts his hands on the piano beside you.) What are you doing?

J: (Smiling.) I just enjoy making you nervous. (Playing with a strand of your hair.) And luckily for me, it’s oh so easy to do. (He suddenly grabs your hair and pulls your head back. You gasp in shock and Jason chuckles. He kisses the side of your neck, then your lips before he kisses and sucks the other side of your neck.)

S: I’m starving.

J: (He chuckles.) As am I, but my meal is right here and I plan to devour every bit of it. (Continues kissing your neck.)

S: Please Jason, I really am hungry. I haven’t eaten since this morning.

J: (Kissing your neck a few more times.) All right. (He grabs your waist and lifts you down from the piano and puts your dress back in place.) This way, my love.

Dinner

(You walk to the dining room. There is an elaborately laid table and staff standing around. Jason pulls your chair.)

J: My lady. (You sit. He sits in the chair next to you at the head of the table.) You’re in for treat love. I have a great cook. You’ll no doubt be eating better here than you have in your whole life. (A maid moves and pours champagne in the glasses in front of them. He picks his up.) To us. (Holds out his glass and looks at you expectantly. You lift yours.)

S: To us. (You cheers and drink as he does. Jason nods and plates are set in front of you. You thank the maid who sets your down as the staff all exit. Jason takes a bite and makes a satisfied noise.) Oh, it's amazing. Go on, try it. (You move the food around with your fork.) What’s the matter? I thought you said you were starving.

S: I was. I keep losing my appetite.

J: Well you must eat. Here, just try a bite. (He prepares a bite on his fork from his plate and holds it out toward you.) Go on. (You open your mouth and he watches as he feeds you. He pulls the fork out slowly.) Good. (He leans over and wipes your lip with his thumb.) Delicious, isn’t it? (You hmm a yes.) Now keep eating. (You both take another bite.)

S: So, what are you planning to do with me?

J: (He cocks an eyebrow at you.) Oh so many things. Use your imagination.

S: No. I mean. What is my life going to look like? May I still leave the house to go shopping or visit friends or go for a walk or whatever. Will I have any autonomy of my own or am I to be trapped in this house all day just waiting for you to come home to take your pleasure with me?

J: My, my. That was a bold question.

S: Well?

J: As soon as I know I can trust you to be loyal to me and know you won’t try to run away you may resume daily activities. However, I’ll expect you home, ready to greet me by 5 just like today. (You nod then start to tear up.) Hey, hey. (He wipes the tears from your cheek.) None of that. I promised you a good life here and I meant it. If you cooperate you will have your freedom. Now finish eating.

4 First Time

First Night Together

J: Well my love, shall we retire?

S: I thought we might have one more drink first.

J: You’re stalling dear. It’s not going to change what’s coming. Besides, you’ve had enough. I don’t want you to get sick or forget about this night. (He stands and offers his hand.) Come along. (You reluctantly take his hand and he leads you upstairs to his room. You walk in first and he follows behind. You look around as he comes up behind you and moves your hair to one side before landing his hands on your waist and kissing your neck. He suddenly spins you around and grabs your neck and kisses you. Then he steps back, looking you over.) Let me see how you look in my other gifts. Take off your dress.

S: (Crossing your arms over your chest.) No.

J: (Grabs your arms and moves them aside.) Fine then, I’ll do it for you. (He grabs the top of your dress and rips it down the middle.)

S: Hey! No, Jason, please. (He rips the dress fully open in the front and pulls it off your arms. You cover your arms over yourself again.)

J: No, no. Don’t do that. Don't cover up. (He grabs your arms and forces them down to your sides. Then looks you up and down.) You’re beautiful. (He kisses you, then takes a step back to admire you while taking off his shirt. You put your arms over yourself again.) Put your arms down. (You don't.) Put them down or I’ll keep them tied behind your back for a week. (You huff and shake your head at him before lowering your arms.)

J: That’s a good girl. (He looks you over and growls in approval.) I definitely picked the right pieces, I don’t even have the words to describe how you look. Though I will tell you it’s giving me many new ideas of things I’d like to do to you. (He pulls you in and kisses you again, then he drags you over to a chair to sit on his lap while still kissing you. You can feel his erection when you sit. He continues kissing you, a little later, his hands move to your back and he removes your bra. You cover up again but he grabs your arms and holds them down.) Uh, uh, uh. (He looks you over before moving one hand to your waist and the other to cup a breast before running his thumb over your nipple. He then moves his hand to the other breast and squeezes it before teasing the sensitive bud. He continues that as he leans down and starts sucking on your first nipple, making you gasp. He continues for a while before biting down on your nipple.)

S: Ow! (He smiles and licks over your breast again a few times, soothing the sting with his tongue. He trails his tongue up your chest to kiss your neck again then back to your mouth. He pauses kissing you and gently grabs your chin to make you look right at him.) Are you a virgin? (You blush but don’t speak.) I would answer honestly if I were you. I’ll know if you’re lying and you won’t like the consequences if you do. (You still don't speak. He moves his hands to your cheeks and squeezes slightly.) Tell me.

S: Yes.

J: (Smiles.) Yes, what? Say it. (Squeezes your face harder.)

S: Yes.. (You look away with your eyes.)

J: No, look at me. (Squeezes even harder.)

S: (You look back at him with contempt.) Yes I’m a virgin.

J: (Releases your face and strokes your cheek.) Good, that’s good. I want to be your first and only. Have you ever touched yourself?

S: (Your mouth pops open in surprise and you blush again.) No.

J: Hmm well I think you have. I think you do all sorts of naughty things behind closed doors eh? When you think no one is watching. I can clearly imagine the faces and noises you make when pleasuring yourself. Now you’re going to show me.

S: What?

J: Show me how you touch yourself.

S: I.. I don’t.. I don’t know..

J: Oh you know.. (Grabbing your hand and placing it across you to rest at the top of your chest.) Here, just like this. (With his hand over yours he forces your hand down slowly over your breast then down your stomach. He shifts your leg with the other hand before moving your hand in between your legs. You inhale sharply when he moves your hand back and forth on your clit over your panties. He suddenly lets go and stands up with you, carrying you bridal style, and puts you on the bed before slowly taking off your panties. He looks you over and makes a kind of growling sound. He grabs your hand and places it over your vagina again.) Now continue. (You don't move except to cover yourself. Jason removes his belt, folds it in half and whips your arm hard with it.)

S: Ow! (You hold your arm where he hit you, the spot already slightly red.)

J: Do as I say unless you want me to bend you over my knee and use this to turn your ass into a furious shade of red. Now continue. (He sits back in the chair, watching expectantly. You continue lightly rubbing.) Look at me. (You slowly turn, looking at him angrily. Jason watches for a little.)

J: Nah, you’re doing it all wrong, you need more pressure. (He stands and walks over to the bed, leans over you and replaces your hand with his. He starts rubbing his hand fast and firm over you before playing with your clit. You make little sharp inhales here and there. After a little he slips a finger in. You gasp and Jason smiles. He fingers you while circling your clit with his thumb. All while looking you in the eyes, with the occasional kiss to your lips or neck. Then he adds another finger making you gasp again. He continues for a minute.) And what’ll really make you feel good… (He kisses down your body before settling between your legs. He leans down and suddenly licks over your folds. You make a shocked noise and sit yourself up on your elbows in surprise.)

S: What are you doing?

J: Shhh. (Reaching up and pushing you back down before pinching a nipple.) Let me take care of you. (He starts going down on you, his hand moving from your breast to tightly grip your thigh and keep you legs apart. His other hand is still fingering you. He continues for some time until you are close.)

S: Unh, stop. Something’s not right.

J: Uh-uh. It’s exactly right my darling. (He continues until you orgasm, still fingering you and lapping his tongue over your clit through it, as your legs start to shake. He keeps going until you still. He pulls out his fingers and gives your vagina one final opened mouth kiss then moves back on top of you, so you’re now face to face. You are breathing heavily.)

S: What was that?

J: You just had your first orgasm. Now you’re going to have your second. (He kisses you before standing and taking off his pants and climbing back into bed beside you and kissing you again.) Fuck, I want you so bad love. (Kisses your neck.) And I know you want me too.

S: No I…

J: Shhh, it's ok. You can let yourself want this, to enjoy it. Just give in to your desires. I know you think that would make you a bad person but be honest, what fun is being good all the time? (He kisses you then positions himself.) Ready?

S: Does it matter? (You turn your head to the side.)

J: Well that wasn’t a very positive response. You don’t want to hurt my feelings do you?

S: Just shut up and do it already if you’re going to.

J: (Scoffs.) Still not very nice, but as you wish, love. (He turns your face back towards him.) I want you to look at me. I want to see the look in your eyes the moment you are no longer a virgin. (You keep eye contact with him as he inserts himself and you groan with pain.) Shhh. The pain is temporary. (He wipes the tears from your cheeks as he lets you adjust to him for a moment. Then he starts slowly moving, causing you to make gasps or noises of pain. After a little, the resistance lessens and so does the pain. He continues faster. Now making you gasp with other sensations.) That’s it my love. (He kisses your neck and continues like that for a while. He moves one hand to your throat, not squeezing, just holding it firmly. He leans down and kisses you tenderly and intimately for a moment. Then he leans backs up and adds his other hand, now wrapping them both tightly around your throat. He lightly squeezes a few times before squeezing hard and cutting off your air completely. You look at him with wide eyes and an inquisitive look. He only smiles and chokes you harder while continuing to pound into you. You claw at his arm but he holds firm around your neck. He waits til you’re fully desperate and your eyes have gone blurry with tears running down your face before releasing your throat. You frantically catch your breath as he starts fucking you harder, making you whimper. As you’re still breathing heavily, he grabs your cheeks and forces your mouth further open before spitting in it. You give him an incredulous look before he leans down and kisses your lips shut. He comes out of the kiss and places his hand over mouth and slowly drags it down catching your lip before suddenly grabbing both your arms and pinning them over your head.)

J: Let me hear you. I want you to moan for me. I want you to scream.

S: The staff, they’ll hear.

J: Let them. Scream or I’ll make you scream. (Digging his nails into your arms.)

S: Ahh! Fine. (Fake moaning.) Uhh, ohh.

J: Louder.

S: (Slightly louder.) Uhh, yeah.

J: I don’t want your fake moans. (He thrusts into you hard, making you shout truthfully.) Mmm. That’s what I want. Your real noises of pleasure or pain that you’re holding in behind your lips. (He moves his thumb over your lips before slipping it into your mouth and making you suck it for a moment. He continues with you slightly gasping, groaning or humming after each hard thrust.) Come on, you can give me more than that.

S: I thought you said you didn’t want fake.

J: Right you are. I obviously just need to make it more intense then, don’t I?

S: No, please.

J: Shhh. (He grabs your leg and lifts it up over his shoulder, bending back down, opening you up way more. You inhale sharply at the feeling as he grips your arm tight again with his fingernails digging into your skin. This time tight enough to leave marks. As he does he thrusts into you in fast and hard strides. The combination forces a real moan from you.)

S: Unh.

J: Oh that’s it. Just like that. Again. (He thrusts hard and drags his nails down your arm. His deep, hard approach, along with the pain make you unable to hold back. You start making a real loud moan after each jab.) There now. That’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I could just listen to that all day. Who knows, on some days, I just might. (He continues fucking you hard.) You're mine. Say it. (You scoff and shake your head.). My love, say it.

S: No. (His mouth twitches in a smile before he slaps you across the face. You yelp and look back at him slowly.)

J: Tell me you’re mine.

S: No. (He slaps you across the face the other way.)

J: Say it and spare yourself the pain. (You look away, tears welling in your eyes. He turns your face back to him.) Go on.

S: (You look at him spitefully.) I’m yours.

J: That’s right, sweetheart. Mine and only mine. Forever. (He pauses for a moment and sits up, still inside you. He goes back to stimulating your clit, making you clench around him and squirm.) Stay still. He puts his free hand on your stomach, holding you down while he continues quickly moving his fingers over you. You feel that same weird sensation building that you felt before. Then he stops, falls back over you and continues fucking you roughly. You fight it until it's too much and you feel your whole body convulse in another orgasm. Feeling that, he lets go as well and comes inside you. He had planned on pulling out, not wanting you to get pregnant right away. Though the thought of some part of him being inside you to mark his territory was too tempting to pass up. Along with the way your body was reacting to him, he couldn’t help himself. He finishes then lays there a moment before rolling off you and pulling you into his arms. He kisses you then starts to stroke your arm.) That was incredible as I knew it would be. How do you feel? Hmm?

S: Different.

J: That’s good. You are different. You will never be the same as you were before. I’m going to open your world to so many things. This is only the beginning my love. (He kisses you on the top of your head.)

5 Taking Charge

New Beginnings

(It’s now a month later. You are less afraid of Jason now, though always wary of what he plans to do next. Sex with Jason is never simple or boring. He tries something new every time and there is always some kind of pain. You’ve been tied up different ways. Whipped and spanked. Tortured with wax or clothes pins. The list goes on. However, there is also always intense pleasure too as he had promised. He’s usually never satisfied with you having only one orgasm and insists on giving you several a day. As for daily life, you still have not been allowed out of the house on your own. You’re becoming stir crazy and come up with a plan to try and change things. It's evening when Jason walks in, his face and shirt once again bloody, which happens at least once a week. With more cuts, bruises and scrapes of his own this time.)

S: And what did you get yourself into this time?

J: Some bloke was being very disrespectful. I had to teach him a lesson. (Charles takes his coat and starts to go.)

S: Mmm, of course you did. Wait, Charles. Do you have first aid supplies you can bring me?

Charles: Of course ma’am.

S: And Daria, a fresh shirt for Jason please.

Daria: Yes ma’am. (She goes.)

S: And you, (You look at Jason.) come here. (You walk to the living room.)

J: (Following.) Oh giving me orders now are you?

S: That’s right. (Once you are both are in the living room you turn to him, reach up and start to undo the buttons on his vest. You slip his vest from his shoulders and hang it over your arm before removing his gun holster and placing it on the table. Then you slowly move his suspenders off his shoulders. He doesn’t say anything but looks at you inquisitively. You then slowly unbutton his shirt and move behind him to slip it off his shoulders. You take it and hang it and the vest over a chair. Then you stand in front of him again and trail a finger absent-mindedly down his chest.) Now sit. Let me see to your wounds.

J: (He laughs.) Yes ma’am. (He sits as Charles knocks and enters with the first aid kit followed by Daria with the shirt.)

Charles: Here you are ma’am.

S: Thank you. Would you set them on the table please? (He nods and leaves them on the coffee table in front of the couch where Jason is sitting.) And you can leave the shirt there please. (You point to a chair and Daria nods and hangs it on the chair, takes the other shirts then they both go to leave.) Thank you. (They nod and shut the door behind them. You go to the drink table and pour two whiskeys then go to the couch and hand one to Jason before sitting next to him.) Here. (You take a sip of your own before putting it down and pulling the supplies forward. He takes a sip as you do then puts the glass down. You grab a cloth and dip it in a small bowl of water. You clean the blood from his skin first. On his forehead, cheek, nose and down his neck and the top of his chest. Talking while doing so.) So other than this little exchange, how was your day today?

J: Why the sudden interest in my activities?

S: Just making conversation.

J: Mmm well my day was fine. Mostly boring work stuff. How was your day?

S: Same as any other. (Then you grab a new cloth and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. You pour the alcohol over the cloth. Jason watches you intently. You take the cloth and look at him before dabbing the cut above his eyebrow with it, then the scrape on his cheek.)

J: What are you up to, love?

S: (You stop and look at him before continuing blotting the wounds.) What are you talking about?

J: This is quite a lovely exchange, which is rather a contrast to all our previous interactions. Surely your opinion of me hasn’t changed so suddenly.

S: I’ve been thinking about things between us. Why I’m here. You could have had anyone you wanted and I know for a fact there are plenty of women who would have been thrilled to come with you, be your girl and live this life of luxury. Yet you picked me, someone who has no interest in any of this. Before you claimed it was because I’m special, which may be true, but I know the real reason.

J: Is that so?

S: Mhhm. (You put down the cloth and grab an ointment and squeeze a little on your finger. You start to apply it to his cuts.) I’m here because you enjoy power. You like making yourself feel big by making others feel small. You brought me here to live out your sick fucking domination fantasies. You didn’t want a girl who desired you. You wanted someone you could force to do things they didn’t want to do. That’s what really delights you and gets you going. (You put down the supplies and pick up your drink.) But that’s not how this relationship is going to work anymore. (You take a sip.)

J: Oh it’s not, is it?

S: No. I want to feel powerful too. I’m not going to be your obedient doll. I want to be your real partner, your equal. I want to leave the house as I please. I want to be involved in the business, and I want you to teach me to fight.

J: You want to learn to fight?

S: That’s right. I want people to cower when they see me walk by. Not because I’m your girl, but because they fear me. I want you to fear me too.

J: Oh I’m already afraid of you, love.

S: You’re not. (You lightly stroke his shoulder.) But you will be. (You lean forward and kiss his inner shoulder by his neck. Jason looks surprised but pleased. You suddenly bite down hard on his shoulder.)

J: Ahh. (He grabs your shoulders and pulls you off. His shoulder is slightly bleeding, teeth marks are very visible and you have a little blood on the side of your mouth. You’re smiling at him and he looks baffled at you then his arm. He reaches over and touches the little bit of blood dripping down. He looks at you angrily then chuckles.) Hmm, well where have you been hiding this dangerous girl? I must say I like you like this.

S: I know you do. And be honest, you don’t really want me to be subservient anyway. You love a challenge, and you would get so fucking bored if I just started giving you exactly what you want when you want it. (You lean in.) You’re going to need to learn to wait for it. To work for it. (You give him a small kiss then lick up over his lips before grabbing your glass and raising it to him.) To new beginnings?

J: (Laughs and raises his glass.) Ah, what the hell. To new beginnings my love. (You both drink. You grab the cloth with the alcohol and briefly clean off his shoulder where you bit him.) This has been a surprising day.

S: I have another surprise for you later tonight. (You put the cloth down then stand and walk to the chair where his shirt is hanging.)

J: Oh do you? (He stands and walks to be in front of you.)

S: Mm-hm. (You pick up the shirt and walk behind him and hold it out for him to put on. He puts his arms through.) As a thank you for agreeing to my proposal. (You smooth your hands over his shoulders before walking in front of him again and starting to do the buttons.)

J: I must say I’m intrigued.

S: I think you’re really going to like it. (You finish the buttons and put your hand on his chest.) There you are.

J: (He grabs your waist and pulls you against him.) Where did all this sudden confidence come from, hm?

S: I’m not afraid of you anymore. (He cocks an eyebrow at you as if that were a challenge.)

J: Risky words love. You have no idea the things I could do to you.

S: I think I can imagine. The specifics don’t matter. It all boils down to pain and pleasure with you. So I say, fuck you and fuck your rules. I’m playing by my rules now. (His face is a mixture of anger and amusement.)

J: Is that so? (He grabs the back of your head with one hand and holds your throat and chokes you with the other, cutting off air. You’re used to this now and are better at holding your breathe. Instead of looking desperate and scared as you have in the past, you smile at him. Then you reach your hand up. You don't try to pull him away but instead wrap your hand around his and squeeze his hand even tighter around your neck. He looks at you in surprise as you smile at him wider, a daring look in your eyes. He looks intrigued as he squeezes even harder. You continue smiling at him, even as tears start to well in your eyes and you start slightly jerking around. He finally lets go as you catch your breath, still smiling at him. Then you reach up and grab his neck and squeeze. You quickly lean in and kiss him while slightly choking him. You pull away and keep your hand on his neck.)

S: You’re mine. Say it. (He scoffs and you squeeze harder.) Say it. Tell me you belong to me.

J: (He grabs your hand from his throat and kisses it roughly.) I am entirely yours, my love. Now and forever.

S: (You place your hand on his shoulder where you bit him and press in.) That’s right. Mine and only mine. Don’t you ever forget it. (You kiss him and he kisses you back passionately.)

The end. <3 Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

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