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Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 and Heart Summers)

Stacy shook her head quickly, moving into the kitchen deeper she went around looking for what she felt like eating. She knew that the usual chicken salad wouldn't satisfy Ryan so instead she decided to make simple steak, pulling the meat out of the fridge she found the pans she would need and started to work, cooking everything to the best of her abilities while she shooed him away. "Go away, go sit somewhere,"
 
Ryan sat down at the table and watched as Stacy cooked dinner. "I like my steak medium well." He smiled as he watched the woman who use to be his boss cooking him dinner. He could get use to this...
 
Stacy filled the meat again moving to mix the potatoes up, mixing them until they were a smooth creamy paste. Grabbing plates she places a good helping of the potatoes on them, moving to grab the meat and vegetable off the stove. Walking the small distance over to the table she set her plate down, sliding him his before siting to eat. "There enjoy,"
 
"Thank You," said Ryan, as he started to eat his dinner. "mmm... Very good... You are quite a little cook, Stacy. I think I'm going to enjoy living here very much."
 
Stacy sneered at him looking away the entire time while she ate her body tight and stressed wanting nothing more than to kick this man out of her home, her place that she had bought with her money. "Excuse me," she forced out moving to clear the rest of her plate heading out of the dining area towards the stairs wanting to get out of her business clothes.
 
Ryan finished his dinner and then proceeded to follow Stacy upstairs to her bedroom. "Very nice," he said, "Now, there are a few rules about how you can dress. You are no longer allowed to wear pants, shorts or skorts unless you are working out. Also, you are not allowed to wear any thongs or G Strings or any opened toed shoes or sandals."
 
Stacy turned to look at him, her anger flaring at him telling her what she could and couldn't wear, her whole business revolved around fashion and there was no way he was going to take that away from her. "I will wear what I want Ryan.....just because we have this little deal going doesn't mean you can take away my passion," she growled standing near her bathroom door waiting for him to leave.
 
Ryan walked up to her and said, "I own everything that once belong to you. Now, you can pick out what you can wear each day. But, you will follow the dress code that I have just laid out for you or I will have to punish you. Tomarrow, we will go over your wardrobe and we'll be getting rid of any thing that doesn't follow my guidelines."
 
Stacy bite her tongue, moving into the bathroom to escape the man that had caused her so much grief in one day, she turned on the water stripping down to nothing she stepped into the shower, allowing the balmy water to wash away the disgust that she felt. Stacy let her head drop wondering how she had gotten into this mess, if only she didn't push him this wouldn't have happened, or maybe if he wasn't insane this wouldn't have happened.
 
While Stacy was in the shower, Ryan called Stacy's attorney and had her draw up all the necessary papers he would need in order to get control of all Stacy's assets. The lawyer said she would have the papers sent over in the morning, and she was looking forward to working with him in the future. Ryan smiled and thanked her. Once he was done on the phone he started to take his clothes off.
 
Stacy soon came from the shower wrapped in a towel she looked at the man undressing her eyes turning away she looked out the window. "Why are you undressing?" she asked, her body becoming tight as she realized just how much her life sucked. Her eyes looking over the carpet that would soon not be hers, the dresser that wouldn't belong to her. "Ryan please...don't do this," she whispered again.
 
Ryan walked up to her... "You have no one to blame for this but yourself... If you would have been nicer to me. I would have never seized control of your life like I have. Now, you should know that your lawyer is sending over some papers tomorrow morning for you to sign, that will make everything we talked about earlier official. Now... Let's get some sleep..." He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a long purple nightie. It was long enough to reach her ankles and showed a good amount of cleavage. "Here you are... If you don't mind I'll just wear my boxers to bed."
 
"It's not like I have a choice," she stated coolly grabbing the nightie from him she moves to the bathroom slipping off the robe to look at what he choice for her to wear. Moving out in the nightie she looked to him in her bed, her eyes glare at him. Moving to her bed she gets in under the covers keeping her body as far away from the man as possible, not wanting to feel his body against hers. Hoping to just fall asleep with out having an incident with the man who was now ruling her life.
 
Ryan got under the covers and smiled when he saw Stacy walk out in the nightie. "You look great." Once she got into the bed he slide over to her and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the nape of her neck. "Goodnight my dear." He snuggled up to her with her back pressed against his front.
 
Stacy grimaced at the move, not wanting really anything to do with the man that was about to take her success away she bit her tongue at what he was doing. Trying to will herself to relax and sleep so she could be prepared for whatever it was he was going to do to her in the morning. After what seemed like hours of thinking she finally drifted off, her eyes closing while her head leaned back to rest against his.
 
The next morning, Ryan woke up and saw that Stacy was still asleep. He smiled and gently rolled her onto her back. He lifted up her nightie until it was around her waist. Then he pulled his boxer shorts off and carefully climbed on top of her. Then he gently slid his cock into her pussy.
 
Stacy groaned, feeling something odd happening to her body she fought to determine if it were a dream or not. The constant pushing in and out made her wake slowly, her hands rubbing at her eyes before slowly opening them. At first it was hazy, her vision fighting to focus before Ryan came into view, scrunching her eyes her mouth opened to question what he was doing before the familiar pull from her body was felt. Looking down she shouted angrily. "Ryan get off!" she knew her body belonged to him, but in no way did she ever expect that she would be able to sleep in peace because of it.
 
Ryan ignored Stacy when she told him to get off of her. "And, Good Morning to you too..." He smiled and continued to pound her pussy. "You better be good to me today or else I'll force you to be naked when your lawyer comes with the papers..."
 
Stacy glared up at him, her body thrashing up and down at his moments, her breast just covered by the nightie hidding the bouncing mounds from the man over her. With a hard swallow she stayed still letting him use her body for his morning fun, her head turning to the side so she wouldn't have to look at him.
 
Ryan moaned as he shot his load into her pussy. Then he got up and got dressed then he went and picked out an outfit for her. A pink bra and matching panties, a pink top, a black pleated skirt and black Mary Jane pumps. "Here are your clothes for today."
 
Stacy looked over the ensemble with disgust, first he had raped her first thing this morning and now he expected her to dress like his own personal school girl. Looking over the outfit again she wanted to fight him, tell him no and that she'd never wear a thing like that, but she wanted to be clothed when her lawyer came over. Moving from the bed she followed her normal morning routine, before dressing in what he wanted her to. "Should I put my hair in pig tails?" she mocked him, the only thing she really could do at that point.
 
Ryan got dressed in the same clothes he wore the previous day. He smiled when she asked if he wanted her hair in pig tales. "No... Just a french braid will do... Now, get dressed and I'll get the coffee on." He looked at the clock by the bed. "Your lawyer should be here soon..." He smiled and left the room.
 
Stacy cursed the entire time, doing her hair in the braid she had asked she tried to remember the last time she had done one of these in her own hair. Finishing the braid she moved down the stairs, grabbing herself some coffee she tried to avoid the man at all cost, the sound of the door bell making her sigh ready to lose her world as she knew it.
 
Ryan smiled when he saw Stacy walking into the kitchen. He watched her pour her coffee and sit down as the doorbell rang. Ryan went to answer the door and a woman in a smart looking business suit entered the room with him a few minutes later. "Stacy, you know my sister, Annabelle..." Ryan smiled even wider because he knew that Stacy had no idea that Ryan was her lawyer's brother.
 
Stacy nearly lost it, her lawyer of all these years had been his sister,she shook her head it was a wonder Annabelle didn't ask as to why her client was giving all her assets to the man. And if she had decided to go to court she would undoubtedly lost the trial against Ryan, because whether he raped her or not her lawyer wouldn't have fought hard for her. "Your terrible people," she stated simply.
 
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