Arcadia Resurgence by Vague Vermillion (e books free to read txt) 📖

pale in comparison and it had been a beauty. She could not believe that this was really happening and that she was actually enjoying and helping it along. Her hips lifted higher and she moaned deep in her chest.

As the limousine started to move again, Jessica felt her hips moving in counterpoint to the finger in her sex. Jake's hand disappeared for a second and when it returned, two fingers speared into her. Jessica yelled loudly and came with a rush and a small gush, her hips jerking and hunching wildly on the two fingers.

*****

When the world started to have some meaning for Jessica other than flashing lights and racing pleasure, the car was parked on the side of the street. Jake still had two fingers buried in her pussy but they were still and he was kissing her softly on the lips. Jessica's hands were still cupping her breasts and slowly massaging the firm globes.

Jake broke the kiss and sat back. The driver was turned sideways in his seat and staring at Jessica, his eyes moving up and down over her hands and Jake's and then back up to her face. Jessica moaned loudly and then whimpered softly as a shiver ran up and down her body.

She felt Jake's hand move and she moaned as his fingers pulled out of her pussy. He held the wet shiny fingers up in front of her face and whispered, "You made one hell of a mess."

Jessica tried to stifle a giggle but didn't quite succeed. "Oh, you think that's funny, do you? Then maybe you should clean these fingers up before I spank your ass," Jake said sharply.

His two fingers moved to rub the slippery juices on them over her lips. Jessica opened her mouth to protest but found that impossible as Jake jammed the fingers in her mouth and said, "Suck, bitch, suck them clean."

Jessica froze and then Jake's other hand closed on her right breast and squeezed it tightly, painfully so. Jessica gave out with a muffled yell and tried to turn her head away.

Jake rammed the fingers deeper in her mouth, gave her breast a slight twist, and said, "Suck my fingers, bitch. You made this mess and you're going to clean it up."

The shock and pain had Jessica sucking on his fingers instantly. He relaxed his grip on her breast and then caressed it as she sucked and licked his fingers. The grin on the driver's face made her whimper and then groan softly as he watched her sucking her own juices off Jake's fingers. She felt embarrassed at him watching but somehow it seemed to turn her on wildly.

After a couple of minutes, Jake pulled his fingers out of her mouth and looked at the driver. "Hand me a couple of those handy wipes you keep up there." 

"Yes, sir," the driver said, still grinning as he turned to get them.

When he handed them to Jake, Jake passed one to Jessica and told her, "Here, clean yourself up, that is unless you want Jackson here to lick you clean. He has a big strong tongue and loves to eat pussy, ain't that right, Jackson?"

"Yes, sir, you better believe that's right. Although, if I came home with the smell of a white woman's pussy on my breath, my old lady would kill me deader than a knob."

Jake laughed and told Jessica, "Then you'd better do it, we wouldn't want Jackson's death on our conscious, would we?"

Jessica took the moist paper towel and lifted her hips. She was acutely aware of both men's eyes on her sex as she cleaned herself up. It both scared and excited her at the same time. She found herself doing it slowly and showing herself off even more as she did. She even lifted her hips higher and wiped around the heart shaped button of the butt plug.

"Damn!" Jackson whispered as she did. "I ain't ever seen nothing like that before."

"You should get your wife one for Valentine's Day," Jake said with a grin.

"Getting her one would be one thing but even suggesting where to put it would get me killed, so no thanks," Jackson said seriously.

"So she wouldn't like it, huh?" 

"No, sir, she surely wouldn't. I'd love it but she wouldn't stand for me even asking. Her ideas on sex are pretty vanilla if you know what I mean. Missionary mostly and maybe a little doggy if she gets to lit on Saturday night but that's about it," Jackson explained.

"Maybe you need to get a little forceful with her, show her whose boss," Jake said with a grin, his eyes on Jessica's.

"She's a good Christian woman but if I was to throw my weight around, she'd make a bowtie out of my balls. She's loving but she's mean when she's crossed. I think I'll just take what I get and call myself lucky," Jackson replied with a chuckle.

"Probably a good idea in that case," Jake said. 

Jessica had lowered her hips back to the seat and closed her legs. She dropped the towel in the trash and started to pull her skirt down. Jake caught her wrist and shook his head. "Leave it there and open your legs back up, I like to look at that red patch of hair and your pretty pussy."

Slowly, Jessica spread her legs and then shivered as Jackson licked his lips. Jake was right -- Jackson's tongue was long, thick, and looked strong as hell. A mental picture of it buried in her pussy and his wide nose rubbing her clit made Jessica whimper softly and then moan. 

Jake grinned at her and then said to Jackson, "I guess we can go on now."

"Yes, sir," Jackson replied as he turned and started the car.

Jake leaned over and asked Jessica in a whisper, "You were thinking about him eating your sweet, little pussy, weren't you?"

Jessica nodded and then blushed a scarlet red. 

"You're getting to be quite the little slut, aren't you?"

Jessica's eyes got wide as she drew a sharp breath. "I am not!" she said louder than she meant to.

Jake just grinned, dropped his left hand down to caress, and pet her pussy as they drove on to the restaurant. 

*****

The meal gave Jessica time to think and by the end of it, she was ready to grab a cab and get the hell away from Jake. Her mind had been in a daze ever since he came into her office and kissed her and her body a whirlwind of desire ever since. 

It had been exciting and fun even if it was embarrassing but it was now time to call a halt. His words about her being a slut kept floating around in her head. She didn't see herself that way and the comment ticked her off to no end.

The limousine was waiting when they came out of the restaurant. Jessica started to turn aside but Jake's hand on her elbow pulled her back, his thumb biting into the nerve above the joint. With a gasp at the pain, she followed him to the car and got in. 

"Fun is fun but I've had enough," Jessica said as the car pulled away.

Jake opened his brief case and popped a small video camera out of a bracket. His hands worked the buttons and dials for a second and then he turned the tiny view screen toward her. Jessica felt the blood leave her face as she saw herself bent over the desk in her office, her bare ass pointed straight at the camera.

"The fun is only beginning," Jake whispered and turned the camera off. 

"There's also the camera up there if this isn't enough," he added, pointing at the corner of the roof where it met the driver's compartment. An identical camera to the one he held was mounted to a small shelf.

Jessica sat there in shock as he pulled the four black cuffs out of his briefcase. She gave a sharp jerk as he dropped them in her lap. "Time for you to put these on," he said softly but there was a hint of iron underneath.

Jessica's hands shook as she picked up the cuffs. "I don't want to," she heard herself whisper in a shaky voice but a shiver ran up and down her spine all the same.

"Oh yes, you do, that is if you want to keep me from e-mailing our little home movies to the office and to your parents and sister. Blackmail is messy but very efficient, don't you think?"

"You wouldn't!" 

"Try me and find out," Jake said menacingly.

Jessica stared at Jake with her mouth open. She couldn't believe any of this about the cameras. He had her trapped; she knew he wouldn't think twice about sending the movies out. It was do as he said, or be fired from her job and shunned by her family. 

She took one last shuddering, shivering breath and started putting the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. "Good girl," Jake told her. She didn't dare look at him; she would burst out crying if he was smiling.

*****

Jessica had the cuffs on and Jake had clipped the ones on her ankles to two hooks at the base of the seat. Her legs were spread wider than before and her skirt was up around her waist. The ones on her wrists were clipped to hooks in the roof behind her head and to each side. She was totally restrained and helpless.

As Jake unbuttoned her blouse, he said, "I was going to take you back to the office and have my way with you. I was going to strap you to your office chair, gag and blindfold you, and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. That is after I spend the afternoon taunting and teasing you to tons of mind-blowing orgasms."

He caressed her breasts and leaned over to lick and then suck on her nipples. Jessica tried to ignore what he was doing but her body betrayed her as her nipples hardened. Then she moaned softly as his hot mouth and nimble tongue did wonderful things to her. 

By the time he sat back, she was moaning almost continuously and breathing raggedly. His mouth and tongue, her body all spread out and tied down, the driver's eyes in the mirror, the movies, and the fact that he was still filming. The whole situation conspired to build her passion quickly to heights she didn't want to think about. She was on the ragged edge of another orgasm. 

It wouldn't take but a touch to set her off. The funny thing was that she wanted that touch; she wanted it more at that moment than anything else in her life. She loathed herself for admitting it but it was true and there was nothing she could do about it.

Jake took out his cell phone and dialed. "It'll be your secretary, you ate bad sushi, and you'll be out for the afternoon," he said as he held the phone up to her ear.

Claire, her secretary answered and said, "Good afternoon, Ms. Parks office."

"Claire, it's me, I need for you to cancel my afternoon and evening matters. I'm not feeling well."

As Jessica finished speaking, Jake's fingertip flicked her nipple back and forth sharply. Jessica made a gasping sound as Claire asked, "Was it something you had for lunch?"

"Most likely," Jessica said and then made a sobbing, moaning sound as Jake pinched and rolled the nipple hard.

"You go on home, Ms. Parks, I'll take care of everything and if you're not feeling better, give me a call later and I'll take care of things in the morning," Claire said, concern heavy in her voice.

"I'll do that and thank you, Claire," Jessica got out before she moaned loudly and Jake closed the phone. 

His fingers rolling her clit around had been the last straw and Jessica's body was racked by an orgasm unlike any she'd had before today's experience. Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over and through her, as her hips bucked and jerked against his fingers.

Her body strained against the bindings on her