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The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

If there was one thing Jak did not want to do during his term of slavery, it was live in Iris' pocket. Again, he was being given an order he had no difficulty in complying with. And if there was another thing he liked, it was getting something for nothing. To his free accommodation had been added free clothing. Which he'd wear with pleasure. Therefore, his reply, which he guessed might have surprised her, was an immediate acknowledgement and a firm statement that he would comply.

He was not sure if she wanted him to talk or not, so remained silent through the first course - a lobster bisque. However, by the time the main course, a concoction made of chicken and lime, arrived, he reasoned that he could hardly spend the whole evening - and the rest of his servitude - in silence. The problem was, however, what could he say? Complimenting her on the food would be ridiculous - after all, it was unlikely that she'd cooked it - and he was in no position to discuss the affairs of the company. And he was sure that anecdotes of his life in the streets, or jokes current among his recent circle, would not find favor. Nor, for that matter, would an account of his time in the remand cell!

It was hard to make her out. Sometimes she seemed in the verge of opening a conversation, only to apparently think better of it and turn back to her food.

He looked at her surreptitiously. She'd discarded her work clothes, and now wore only light make-up. While she didn't look as drop-dead beautiful as she had done in her executive clothing, he had to admit that in the loose blouse and denim shorts she did have a certain "girl next door" charm - well, in a sense, she was the "girl next door" he thought, and grinned - then hastily covered up the grin as she looked at him. She might think he was still thinking about the sight of her in her ridiculous underwear, and while he had no objection to embarrassing her in principle, he knew that he had to build on his advantage subtly rather than overtly. Enraging her to no purpose would simply show his resentment, and hand the mental advantage back to her.

He was playing it very cleverly indeed. The loose blouse she was wearing tended to gape at the neckline, when she bent to her plate, giving him a view that most males would have envied, and he deliberately avoided looking. For that matter, the brief glimpse he'd had of her before she'd sat down had shown his that those denim shorts were maybe a size smaller than would have fitted her perfectly.

When the plain maid came to clear away the debris of the main course, and was turned away from Iris, she winked at Jak, and mouthed "She's taken off her granny panties,", then deliberately composed her features when she turned back to Iris. With a shock, Jak realized the chauffeur must have talked, and presumably what had happened in the car had flown around among the menial staff like wildfire!

To stop himself bursting into uncontrollable laughter, he had to open a subject of conversation. Anything.

"So, Iris, it must be very difficult relaxing, after how hard you work," he tried, thinking that was at least a safe subject. "I can't blame you, getting into comfortable clothes." He cursed himself. Though he hadn't meant it, she'd think he was referring to her Spanx again. "I mean, business clothes must be a hassle. Heels and stuff." Then it suddenly occurred to him she might think she looked dowdy. "Not that you don't look pretty in casual clothes, too."
 
Needless to say that Iris tried to avoid much eye contact, but at the same time, she still kept an eye on him as if she almost waited for something to happen. When she noticed the smile on his face, she immediately frowned suspiciously, returning to her dish only as his grin faded away. Either way, she sort of liked the quietness of the dinning room in spite of how awkward it probably seemed to him. The more she avoided a catastrophe, the better her night would end up to be.

She was surprised to see that he wasn't simply staring at her even when she was wearing these kind of clothes. Though, she guessed it weren't as interesting as when he found out what she was wearing under the skirt. And once again, she felt like boiling inside, only to take a sip of her drink to chill down. The last thing she wanted to do was to burst out in front of the servants.

It caught her attention to see that one of the maids was wasting too much time around Jak, and just like an eagle, she kept her gray eyes on them, wondering what was going on. The fact that he soon started to talk was a clear sign he was hiding something. And she had a feeling this was related to something laugh-worthy.

Sipping on her wine, eyes locked on his, she then placed the glass back on the table as he finished the monologue.

A smile crept to her lips. "Trying so hard to avoid annoying me, aren't you? You're so easy to read." she spoke finally, before her eyes suddenly averted to one of the maids to the side who had a smile on her face. It didn't take a genius to realize something was wrong. And then she scowled, her glance going back at him.

With a somewhat annoyed smirk, she got up from the table and walked towards him. She stopped beside him and tapped his chest as she looked down on him. "Don't worry, Jak. You'll soon get what you deserve. Whether you'll like that, or not." she said almost as if she warned him. Once that matter was cleared, she walked towards the door. "I'll be working in my office until later, Maria. Don't forget to bring my tea. You'd better behave in the meanwhile, Jak." she instructed and left the dinning room, heading upstairs.
 
As soon as she had left, Jak whispered a few words to Maria. He was thinking he might have to bend her to his will, the way he had Alice, but in fact, busy as she was, she was only to pleased to comply with his request.

This it was that an hour or so later, in accordance with the usual schedule, Iris' tea was taken up to her. A silver tray and pot, bone chine cup, a strainer in its correct container, a single flower, milk and sugar. But the bearer was not Maria.

He paused outside the door, then remembered Maria's instructions. When delivering Iris' tea, one knocked once then walked straight in. This was exactly what he did. She was seated with her back to him, still dressed in the shorts and blouse, and had no idea that it was him. He stood, silently, considering her. In the soft light of the room, bent over her papers, she looked lost and vulnerable. He had to stop himself thinking that way, remind himself she was the enemy, and one with considerable power over him - power, what's more, that she wouldn't hesitate to use to his detriment.

He set down the tray, and prepared the tea exactly as Maria had told him, then picked up the cup, carried it over to her desk, and set it down. She till hadn't seen who it was, so he retreated a few paces, and cleared his throat.

"Maria was extremely busy with other duties, tonight, Iris. So she asked me to bring up your tea. And anyway, if you aren't busy, I'd like to talk."
 
Iris was definitely too busy to even care about the person bringing her tea. She simply considered it was Maria the one who knocked at her door and so, she continued reading the papers in front of her, sometimes noting down some numbers, other times mumbling something. On the other hand, something seemed to bother her, given how she could easily recognize Maria's steps, and this time, they sounded so different. New shoes perhaps?

Nevertheless, she had other things to think of at the moment. Like who she would have to call the next morning, to check some reports on how the business was going, reread some contracts and other stuff.

Unaware of what was going, as soon as the cup of tea was settled down on her desk, her hand reached out for it like a reflex, sipping on it and then placing it back to not something else down, only to be stopped by someone clearing his throat. Indeed. His.

Giving a long sigh, she rolled her eyes and kept writing there. "Busy, huh? That's the new excuse to let yourself inside of my office and probably annoy me again." she muttered under her breath.

"If it's something insulting or anything unimportant, then I don't want to hear it." she added, seeming to try to ignore him, or at least avoid facing him in any way.
 
"Yeah well, it isn't. I mean..." Jak poured himself a cup of tea, uninvited. He didn't really like tea that much, but it was something to do with his hands. "I mean, like - well, you don't seem to like it when I annoy you. But at dinner, you didn't seem impressed I was trying not to annoy you. You haven't left me much choice what to do, have you?"

It amused him that she didn't want to face him. Though he would have given anything to be able to read the expression on her face, right then. "Like, I did bring you tea, and stuff. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? You might at least turn around and look at me." He drank a sip of the tea - which was even more revolting than he'd expected it would be - and sat down in one of the plush leather chairs that stood around the walls of the office. "Or do you really think poor people are so revolting that yuo don't want to pollute your sight with us? Strange, since you - "

He had been going to say "You had the hots for me at school, poor or not," but that was too obvious. " - since you're happy for us to wait on you," he finished, which was actually a stronger criticism, though he didn't know it. He watched her hands carefully, seeing what emotion she'd show. "I mean, if you banish me to my room, I guess that's what you'll do, but it seems a bit of a waste - like you paid good money to get me here, don't you even want to look at me?"

He walked behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders. "Wow. You're tense." He began to massage her shoulders, surprisingly gently. "Don't you think maybe I could help?"
 
Iris kept a rather calm expression, as if she didn't have even the slightest worry in the world. No, she wasn't impressed at dinner, and with some luck, she would keep the same face now too. He might have embarrassed her today, but that was it. No more mockery. At least not in the same day.

Her hand suddenly froze in the middle of a word written on the paper when he mentioned how she should at least look at him. Was he really doing this? Trying to get back at her with these little things? Or was he looking for another chance to spot some blush on her face or a funny expression? If so, then he would be disappointed, she mentally assured herself, though, one of her hands raised to her face, fingers rubbing the bridge of her nose, pretending to be thinking about the papers in front of her, instead of him.

However, the plan failed, as she raised an eyebrow at the continuation of his sentence. He just kept on talking, and to add to it, he was talking nonsense.

She almost flinched as he placed his hands on her shoulders, frowning and then quickly trying to correct her expression to a calm one. "Hands off, Romeo. You might have fooled me once, but the second time I won't allow it." she warned, one of her hands getting a hold of his wrist, still facing away from him.

"No. I don't think poor people are so revolting like you said. I just think it's a waste of my time to look at you mumbling some things, again, to insult me, when I could just do my work." she answered regarding the reason she didn't want to face him. "Also, I'd rather not see your mocking smile again, because it's clear by now that you surely enjoy this sight of me being the laughing stock. I'm already probably the laughing stock of the servants by now, from what I had seen, anyway." she added, subtly trying to play the victim. She could at least try and make him feel guilty if anything.

"As for that matter... I'll say it a second time. I paid good money for an employee. Not necessarily you. It was only after the donation that I found out it was you who was chosen. But if you want to flatter yourself, sure, just think what you want." she explained, before she finally got up, turning around and crossing her arms against her chest as she looked at him, the somewhat icy gray eyes directed at him. "What do you want to talk about more exactly? Make the long story short." she demanded.
 
"About exactly that," Jak replied, the confidence in his voice a stark contrast to the underlying nervousness he could sense in Iris' speech, no matter how brave it sounded. He'd already got his way, forcing her to look at him. Her posture, with her arms crossed against her chest, only showed her insecurity.

"You paid good money for an employee. And you seem to think that I'm ready to take advantage of the situation and do nothing, just use you to get out of jail. Did it ever strike you that you might be wrong? Sure, you might not be paying me a wage, but you did pay for me, and I'm benefiting. Have you considered that I might think it quite reasonable that you'd expect me to work? That I'm quite happy to fill my side of the bargain? You're supposed to be some hot-shot businesswoman, surely you understand that assets have to be used efficiently. Why not try treating me nicely, telling me calmly and with respect, what you want, and then evaluate how well I do it, instead of lying in wait to pounce, as if I'm a piece of shit?"

He looked her in the eye. It would be easy - so easy - to do things the fast way now. He was giving her her final chance. Like a six-stone karate champion trying to back down from a fight he knew he couldn't possibly lose.

He knew she wouldn't be the easy mark Alice had been. That even when she succumbed, she'd fight back, and he'd have to be quick to condition her in the way he wanted. Like a general planning a military campaign, he'd rehearsed exactly what instructions he'd give her. Nothing too obvious, so that outsiders would guess what he'd done. Just a few minor things, that would guarantee he maintained the emotional ascendency he already held over her.

"And I'm sorry the driver saw your stupid granny-panties in the car. I'm sorry you got embarrassed, but if I'd known what you were wearing I'd have been more careful. But I never told anyone around the house, I swear. I haven't even had time to. And I won't tell anyone in the office."

He waited for her answer. If it was what he was expecting, then there were no more chances, there would no more hesitation. He'd strike back and take total control of the situation. The thought of doing it on her own territory sent electricity coursing through his veins with anticipation.
 
Iris gave an amused huff, shaking her head. "Treat you nicely? Respect? Did you ever held respect for me the first time you saw me? No. I'll tell you what. The first time you saw my face after years of being apart, you just saw a rich bitch. And from what you had told me until now, you probably just saw the same high school rich 'snobby' girl I was then. Why would I try to be something I'm not? If you think I'm a bitch, who am I to make you change your mind?" she spoke with a questioning expression.

Reaching behind her to take a hole of her cup of tea, she then took another sip and showed him a sarcastic smile as she placed it back on the desk.

"Of course you have no fault. You weren't laughing your ass off there, were you? If I recall, you were just about to lose your breath from all that laughing. Also, they're not granny panties. But that's probably why you burst out laughing in the first place, and I don't feel like explaining what's its purpose." she added, before she lightly tapped his chest just like she did at the end of dinner.

"I don't think there's much more discuss. I explained how things are, so I think it's about time I return to my work."

With that said, the brunette motioned that he could just get out so she could return to her paper reading.
 
It was working out perfectly. Iris was determined not to turn around and look at him - therefore, she had (all unknowingly) forced herself to adopt the situation that every hypnotist loves. His subject was staring rigidly at a fixed object.

"I want you to concentrate, Iris. Concentrate on the words..."

Two minutes later, it was over. She had gone under so easily, he thought she was faking, intending to play a trick on him. It was only when he tested her with his cigarette lighter - and obtained the same result as with Alice - that he knew she was really in his power.

"Now listen carefully, Iris. In just a few moments, I will snap my fingers. You will awaken, and have no memory of the last half hour. You will remember Maria bringing in your tea, and leaving. But from now on, two things will happen.

"Firstly, whenever you become sexually aroused, you will feel totally helpless and dependent upon me. Anything I say, while you are in that state, you will comply with, instantly. In that state you will carry out any order I give you without question.

"Secondly, whenever you feel mad or angry at me, after three minutes you will suddenly become totally shy and embarrassed. You will be convinced that you are showing far too much of your body, that your skirt is too short, or your pants are too tight, or your top is too low. You will blush, and feel as if you were naked, and beg me to help."

He waited a few moments for this to sink in. He'd have liked to have given her more significant commands, such as handing over all her money to him, or allow him to have sex with her, but he knew that even under hypnotic suggestion, a mind will resist anything that under normal circumstances it would never agree to. The post-hypnotic suggestions he'd implanted were enough to make his life considerably easier, yet mild enough that her controlled mind would accept them.

He carefully washed his own cup in the sink that was situated against the far wall of her office, then placed it outside the door. Iris still sat, staring ahead. He exited through the door, leaving it open, then, after a few seconds, entered, at the same time snapping his fingers. Iris would have no memory of his previous visit.

"Iris, are you busy?" he asked, as if he had not seen her since dinner.
 
Iris looked a little dumbfounded at first, until she suddenly felt like her mind was blacking out. While her body was still standing, her mind was completely blank, almost as if waiting for someone to rewrite something in it.

By the time she realized it, she was standing on her feet, leaning against the desk as if she was waiting something. The brunette frowned and rubbed the bridge of her nose as she wondered what was she intending to do in the first place. She had dinner... and then Maria came over with tea. And after that, here she was. Figuring she was probably imagining things, she shrugged away her thoughts and returned her attention to the person who just walked in.

Rolling her eyes at his question, she sat down at her desk once again and looked down at the papers. "Did... did I just read these? Probably going senile." she muttered to herself, trying to figure it out which papers were left for checking. "I just said I was busy before I left the dinning room. Are you deaf or something?" she inquired, trying to not pay too much attention to him.
 
"No, not deaf," Jak replied. "Which is a pity really, 'cos your voice tends to screech when you're trying to be bossy and can't quite pull it off. I mean, face it, Irey, I've seen you in your reinforced panties, and it's kind of hard to respect you after that. So anyway, I decided to take your order as a general recommendation, rather than an instruction."

His hand shot out, with lightning fast reflexes, picking up one of the papers she was working on. He began to read it. It contained nothing of interest to him - some list of companies and their share values - the object was simply to anger her, to test how much control he had. To see if his post-hypnotic suggestion would work. "Honestly, Irey, do you have to stand like that?" he went on. "You look like a tailor's dummy in a shop. I know you can't look sexy, not with that ugly face of yours, but at least can't you try to look a bit less untidy? Is it any wonder no guy'll look at you, if you scowl like that?"

He screwed the paper up and tossed it on the floor, deliberately ignoring the trash bin under the desk.

"Like, you can't help your saggy boobs and skinny calves and fat thighs, I guess, but at least try to look like a woman instead of a Frankenstein monster, know what I'm saying?"
 
((Iris should be called the Volcano after this! XD))

Iris didn't seem to be that cautious as he denied that he was deaf, but as he continued, her eyes slowly open wide in shock. For a moment, she wasn't sure whether to be angry at his insult regarding her voice, his criticism about whether she could pull off the bossy attitude, the fact that he dared to call her Irey, or the other two things he brought into discussion. This man was either looking forward to having his life screwed up by her, probably having some masochistic tendencies, either he had gone crazy.

When he took the paper before her eyes, however, she completely went nuts already. "What are you-" she barely managed to say before she was cut off by his speech, again, insulting her like he was on a marathon. The things happening before her very eyes went so fast, she couldn't help but boil inside and suddenly snap as she pushed aside the chair and stood up grabbing his collar. Throwing the documents like they are trash, mocking her like she was the lowest person, this time he really stepped the line of decency.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to, you bastard?! Do you have a death wish?! I've had enough of your impertinent ways! If you miss the jail so much, I'll just send you ba-" she shouted to make sure he would hear her well, until she froze in place, going silent for a couple of seconds.

And then, it started.

If a moment ago Iris was on the verge of getting red from madness, all of a sudden she was blushing so bad that even in the dim light coming from the lamp on her desk her face's color would stand out. Meekly moving her hand away from his collar, she averted her eyes from him, as if she was so embarrassed she couldn't even make eye contact. She was acting just like the time he brought up the past when they were in her office, only now, she had other reasons to be so shy, desperately trying to pull the shorts lower, but no avail, since they were too tight, and they would never manage to cover her legs.

"No...no, this is too much... I don't want..." she mumbled incoherently, face hiding between the locks of hair as she could only look at her feet. Suddenly, her hand reached forward to grab at his cloth, still unable to look him in the eyes. "Please... help me..." she whispered, before her tone raised a notch to be audible. "Help me, Jak... I don't like this. I never... This... I feel... naked." she mumbled, voice shaking from the embarrassment and the humiliation.
 
Jak felt a tingling inside. It was working!

Until this moment, he hadn't been entirely sure. Iris had fallen under his hypnotic influence even more easily than Alice, which had shocked him. At the back of his mind had been the suggestion she'd been faking it, even when he'd "tested" her with his lighter, and she had felt no pain. He wouldn't have put it past her to have somehow managed to grit her teeth and hide the pain, just to keep her deception going.

But there was no way she could fake the way she was acting now. Even a top actress couldn't do it. She was looking down at the floor, writhing in humiliation, like an Amish girl caught naked before the president! Her eyes were shut, as if she couldn't bear to face the world, her face was bright crimson in embarrassment. He hadn't seen her like this since their schooldays, when the other girls used to flip her skirt up in front of the boys. Her total helplessness was, he had to admit, making feel amazingly horny.

She was his, to control, until he snapped his fingers again, or took himself from her presence.

She gripped at his shirt, pleading with him not to leave, while tugging at the hem of her tight shorts with the other hand. She was obviously exerting her full strength in a desperate attempt to gain as much length from the legs of the shorts as she could, but to no avail. No matter how hard she tugged, the material would just shoot up again. And in any case, they were shorts - there was no way they could suddenly grow long enough to give her the modesty she now needed. Her voice had shrunk to a soft, barely audible murmur. Jak fancied he could see the beginning of soft tears in her beautiful eyes.

"OK, I guess if I have to," he said, feigning reluctance. "Turn around."

She did so, totally obediently, and he took the hem of the shorts. Making sure to slide his fingers well up, exploringly touching her sex, before pulling at the hem. Iris had something of a bubble-butt, and the shorts were, truly, a bit revealing - in fact her tugging had made them shoot up even higher than normal, showing the edge of her brief, pale-pink panties. He restored them to as much a position of modesty as he could, which wasn't much, then ordered her to turn around and face him.

Now he was standing in front of her, and performed the part of fixing the shorts that was genuinely the most difficult. They had ridden up and bunched in the crotch, and to fix them required him not only to pull the hem down on both legs, but also extricate the bunched material from the crotch. He took his time over this, not forgetting to look at her face, enjoying the mortification he saw there.

He then tugged at the zip, which had slid down a half inch or so while she'd been sitting, making sure it was tightly fastened.

Finally, he pushed back the small amount of bra-strap that was just visible at the left armhole of the blouse, then tugged the hem of her blouse down, until it was smooth.

"There, all fixed," he said, deliberately speaking to her as if she were a small girl, unable to dress herself, just to ramp up the humiliation. He moved his face up to hers, his lips a few inches from her own.

"Now say thank you," he laughed.
 
Iris seemed to listen to every little order, though, when he did try to help her, her face only felt like burning even more. She barely avoided a whimper as his fingers touched her sex by mistake. Then again, even the mere fact that she could feel his hands roaming around her lower part of the body made her feel very unusual inside, lower lip being bitten in the attempt to not let out some embarrassing sounds.

Once she had to face him again, obviously averting her eyes again, her hands clutched the hem of her blouse on the sides, head hanging down in shame like a little child who was scolded by a parent. A little gasp escaped her mouth as his hand moved to what seemed like the 'material around her crotch', though it felt like he was purposely teasing her. Not that she actually was in her right state of mind to think too much of it. Besides, not even once she felt like scolding him, especially when he was looking up at her face to make the moment even more embarrassing.

As soon as he finished, in spite of having fixed her clothes, Iris was just as embarrassed, if not, even more ashamed than before. For some reason, her heart was racing out of nowhere, and her breathing was slightly heavier. Iris was embarrassed, but at the same time, aroused, even from the mere innocent touches near her nether area.

Her hands soon clutched the front of her blouse as his lips were just a few inches apart from hers. "T-thank you..." she mumbled in the same lower voice as earlier, unsure of how to keep his attention on her. One of her hands left the blouse, slowly reaching up, only to hesitate as it was just an inch apart from his shirt. "... Jak... Would you... t-touch me again?" she murmured, once again looking down at her feet as she spoke.
 
Jak had been in a position of power many times in his life. Life on the streets was, after all, all about dominance, and winning fights, facing down a threatening enemy, bringing a girl to orgasm, were all things that, over the years, he had been conditioned to relish. But nothing - absolutely nothing - could compare with the power he now held. Here was Iris Augustine, feared by men and women everywhere, supposedly with complete control over him, yet here, in her own domain, she was not only totally in his power, but pleading, begging to remain so.

Just that alone was enough to harden his sex, send a thrill of sexual excitement through his veins. But the fact that her attitude was so submissive, so helpless, so needing... right now, he knew, he need not even ever make use of hypnotic power again. All he had to do was remember this moment and any dominance she might have held over him was gone.

He reached out, cupping her breasts, running his hands over her nipples, which instantly became ramrod stiff. He'd found her secret. For all her pretense at dominance and control, Iris was what she'd always been, ever since her schooldays. A natural submissive. He continued to play with her breasts, listening to her breath hitch, noting that the blush on her face hadn't faded. The conflict in her mind was obvious. Part of her wanted to push him away, explode in anger that he was taking such liberties. The other half...

The other half wanted him to keep going, could not bear him to stop. Iris was hating herself,hating her own helplessness, like a hard drug addict who loathes the thing that keeps him helpless, yet can't do without it, would kill to get it.

He slid his hands under her blouse, and found her breasts again, now with only the thing cups of her bra between his flash and hers. He arched his body, pulling towards him, dry-fucking her - though perhaps this was not entirely correct, for there was a tiny stain at the crotch of her shorts, showing her desire.

A desire that every part of him craved to satisfy. And yet...

And yet, he wouldn't.

He smiled, and removed his hands. Having taken her to the state of a smouldering volcano, he was in no mood to let her erupt. He motioned to the zipper of his pants, forcing her to undo it, and to put her hands inside and take out his cock, already with a small ball of precum forming at the end. And then he took hold of her mass of dark hair and forced her downwards, onto her knees, until her lips were level with his crotch, and forced her mouth onto it.

"It's not for me to please you," he said. "It's for you to please me? Am I right, Irey? Answer politely now, or I'll make sure you don't get your little reward. Answer, and then get back to doing what you've been ordered!"
 
Iris was beyond needy right now. The very moment his hands cupped her breasts, she let out a soft almost inaudible moan, legs feeling weaker all of a sudden, yet trusting what was left of her strength to stand up on her feet. She couldn't moan yet, no, it would be too embarrassing. Even so, she couldn't help but let the warm breath escape her mouth with every time she would exhale the air. Indeed, there was something back in her head which screamed that something was off, most likely the problem being that normally she wouldn't let out this side of her. Or would she?

Nevertheless, the fact that she was so aroused occupied her mind, just enough to cover the sound of her inner voice which cried to wake her up to reality, but to no avail.

Once again, she tried to hide her face as much as possible as she simply couldn't bear the pleasure. The way his hands found their way under her blouse and played with her breasts drove her insane. Needless to say that when he arched his body towards her, feeling almost every inch of his body, an obvious moan escaped her lips.

Iris was more than taken aback when he suddenly took away his hands, the disappointment shown clearly on her face as she finally looked up at him like a lost puppy.

Obediently, she followed his every order, not that she had any other choice as he forced her down on her knees, mouth not even an inch away from his shaft. With a somewhat puzzled look, she looked up and then hesitantly nodded a little. "Y-yes, Jak." she stuttered out, eyes averting down to his crotch as she placed a sensual kiss on the tip of it and then parted her lips to slip out her tongue in an attempt to draw circles on it. For some reason, she felt herself getting wetter in spite of the fact that she wasn't the one being pleased here but him.

Taking a short breath as she took a break, she then wrapped her lips around his member as she took him in, slowly bobbing her head on it, coating it at the same time with her saliva. She couldn't help herself but blush harder, though she couldn't hide her face this time. But as long as he would be pleasing her in return, she would do anything for him. She craved him. She craved him so much right now that she could push aside everything. Even her pride.
 
"It's 'Master' to you. Not 'Jak'," he replied, sternly, watching a thrill of fear flit over her beautiful face as he admonished her. Truly, she was like a child, the way she caved in, gave way to fear at the slightest sign of displeasure. He was as hard as he had ever been in his life, partly because Iris was so good at giving head, and partly too because of the situation. She was truly enslaved to him, helpless to resist. She needed him so much, was so dependent on his good graces. He could, probably, would, deny her pleasure, just for the thrill of it. He'd make that decision later. Right now, it was all he could do not to cum, spurt in her face, drenching her pretty eyes and gapingly open mouth with his cum.

He gripped her hair, roughly, forcing her to greater efforts, feeling the tingle through him as her tongue and lips played on the tiny piece of skin that joined his foreskin to his penis. She was his. She was owned.

Once he had left her, or snapped his fingers, and she was no longer under his direct control, she'd remember this. Remember it, like that embarrassing memory of waking up the day after a party, and recalling what you'd said when drunk, the fool you'd made of yourself. But unlike a party goer, she couldn't swear "never again" - it would happen as often as he wished, over and over again. Watching her, work desperately to please him - and, he had to admit, succeeding as few women had done before - he exulted in his power.

And the best of it was, no matter how angry she might be about it later, there was nothing she could do. Getting angry about it would only put her back in his direct power again. He looked at her face, still bright scarlet from humiliation, her forehead and the area above her lips beaded with sweat, her head frantically bobbing. The thought of how she'd ever face him after this was even more exciting than what was happening. She'd have no knowledge he'd made her do this, simply a memory of needing him so much she'd do anything to please him.
"Hmm, I don't know," he said, stroking his chin, while she continued to suck him off. "I don't know if you're pleasing me enough to let you have any fun. Should I, or shouldn't I? What do you think, Irey?"

What he meant was "If you plead, pathetically enough, and with enough total submission, I might not be able to resist you."
 
Iris flinched as he suddenly corrected her, lowering her gaze as if she wouldn't want to see him get angry at her. All she wanted right now was to please him and have him show her attention, the attention she craved for. And maybe even hear his moans of pleasure. She craved to see him in the same state as her, to know that he needs her just as much as she needs him. Though, partly, these thoughts had something to do with her own real feelings which were neglected all these years, both because he seemed to be ignorant to her obvious displays that she liked him in high school, and because she had to shut off her feelings once they graduated. The real crave inside her was to have her feelings return. On the other hand, the situation right now and the lust filling her mind turned it into a crave to have him at least love her body if he didn't love her as a person.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as he gripped her hair even harder, noticing her was suddenly being rougher, causing her to question herself what she did wrong.

By now, she had closed her eyes, as if to shut off a part of the humiliation. She was aware he would look at her face only to make her feel more embarrassed. And honestly, it really worked. She could feel her cheeks burning from both the shame and the way she was forced to please him. Iris only opened her eyes when she heard him speak, gray eyes pleading to stop talking. No, she didn't want to hear it. He was teasing her, even though she was working her best to make him feel good. Just like her feelings for him which never died and she kept them safe until now, only to have him dislike her. It simply crushed her.

Shifting her mouth off his shaft, she looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, master..." she started, before her eyes averted once again, the blush never fading, just stuck to her cheeks. "I... I need you so... badly..." she added.
 
Jak's alarm shrilled into his consciousness. Just for a second, his befuddled mind thought he was back in the remand cell. He couldn't work out why the sound of the bell had changed - this soft clanging, instead of the harsh six o'clock shrillness that called the imprisoned to the slop they called "breakfast". Then, as he came to full consciousness, he remembered. remembered, and felt like a kid on Christmas morning (not that his own Christmases had ever been such)... Remembered totally subduing Iris, taunting her, teasing her, her embarrassment at being totally in his power, needing him, helpless to assert her independence.

Even if she had shaken off his influence, even if she rang the authorities right now and condemned him to jail, he didn't care. He'd asserted his dominance over her, taken total pre-emptive revenge. But he didn't think she'd do that. What could she say? "He made me suck his dick, and then refused to fuck me. He came in my face and then, with total contempt, turned around and walked away, snapping his fingers just before he shut the door."???

For that, Jak recalled, was exactly what he had done. He could have fucked her, over and over, (after he'd reached his room, he'd beaten his meat again and again, as if his monkey had been the devil incarnate for naughtiness) finally falling into an exhausted sleep at about 4am! By taking his pleasure of her, and giving her none, he'd asserted his total control, humiliating her totally, making her into a whore.

He knew that when they encountered each other again, she would be unable to face him. He was now free. He could say what he liked. And if it enraged her -why, that would only put her back as his slave. Similarly, if she got horny - which she surely would be, for nothing, he knew, made you more needing than to be denied pleasure.

He walked down to the dining hall for breakfast and took his place, allowing Maria to pour him a coffee. Soon, he heard the clip of her heels as Iris approached.
 
Iris's face when he suddenly left and the snap of his fingers woke her up from her state of of hypnosis was probably a priceless one. She was there, in the middle of her office, on her knees, his cum dripping down from the corner of her mouth, with a face that showed a shocked and horrified expression. Finally snapping completely to reality, she stood up on her feet and swiftly moved to the bathroom to clean up her mouth.

Once she did that, though, her face raised to see the person in the mirror before her. What in the world did just happen? She frowned quite scared and covered her mouth with her hand as if to emphasize the shock. Did she just do that? Did she really tell him to touch her? Even sucked him off in hope that he would fuck her? Iris would have lied if she said she wasn't frightened. Frightened of how she lost control of what she was thinking and doing for a couple of minutes there. Or was it more than a few minutes? Honestly, she couldn't remember, and neither did she care.

What truly mattered was that she just showed one of the most embarrassing sides of her, which she never thought it existed in fact, because she was sure she would never lose her mind to that kind of extent. Sure, she would probably blush and act like a total bitch or start crying in the worst case, but never, ever, would she suddenly beg him to fuck her. This was way too much.

Obviously, Iris didn't dare to even talk to him, at least not in the same night. She was too humiliated to even show her face to the maids. She simply left the work aside, went back to her room, locked herself in it and tucked herself under the blankets, trying to somehow fall asleep.

Unfortunately, it wasn't until about 3 or 4 am that she managed to fall asleep, more or less because she was tired. Until then, she kept shifting around in her bed, thinking of all the worst cases. She could already see Jak mocking her in the morning. Or even worse, laughing with the servants and later on with the work colleagues about how much of a whore she acted like and how easy she gave in to him.

When the alarm woke her up in a brutal way, she suddenly sat up, only to groan a moment later and rub her forehead as she frowned. Great way to start a day, with all the worst thoughts filling her mind. Dragging herself to the bathroom connected to her own bedroom thankfully, she took a quick shower to clear her mind and as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom she was about to go and find some clothes, until she heard the mobile ringtone.

Iris gave a long sigh as she read the name of the person calling her. "Yes, father. Mhm. ... Alright. Goodbye." she spoke, finally realizing she couldn't let one puny man have her going crazy. In the past couple of years she was surrounded by men who exuded of power in the business area, and if there was one thing she learned was that even a woman could make her way up and stand between these people. Everything that mattered was how her mind worked, and by now she had to admit that she surely underestimated Jak. If she was going to show him who was the boss here, she had to keep her head held high and stop caring about his words. After all, words were just some things which would have no power as long as she didn't pay them too much attention.

Rosy lips curved into a smile once again. It was about time she made a move. A real move. Surely the little bastard would be glad to see her worried. All the more reason to bring in a surprise.

"Good morning, miss Iris." Maria greeted the brunette, before she explained that there would be some things to take care of before dinner in the same day. This was exactly what she needed to be reminded that this was her territory so to speak. And no way would she let Jak to humiliate her while he was in her den.

The door to the dinning room opened to reveal a rather confident Iris. As if everything which was shameful was erased from her mind. Today, unlike the previous day, she wouldn't accept anymore flaws. If he looked for embarrassing things, then she would make sure to get rid of anything which could ruin her reputation. Not that she had so many embarrassing things to hide. Aside from the spanx, she doubted there was anything he could embarrass her for. This time, Iris wore a black dress with the usual black heels, long hair left freely on her shoulders, and over all, she was just the same businesswoman like always, except that now, she didn't wear any spanx, but only her lacy red panties, and of course, the bra of the same color.

"Morning, Jak. How was your first night sleeping in someone else's house?" she questioned, with a slight smile as she sat down in the same spot as the other night, crossing her legs under the table and waiting for Maria to bring the pancakes which she served every morning. Oh, she could barely wait to see his expression, to see him get back at her with something. He was after all, pretty predictable by now. She was too, until she figured that she could change the pace. If she were to think things thoroughly, she could probably predict his every move. Or at least, predict his attempts to attack her with words. Knowing what happened the other night, she almost waited for him to bring it up.
 
"Very nice thank you, Iris," Jak replied, urbanely. Over the night, he had had plenty of time to think out his tactics. At first, he'd planned to taunt her, make fun of her, rub her nose in the humiliation. But careful thought had made him discard this plan.

In his time running the streets, Jak had seen plenty of whipped dogs. Dogs that would whine and cower every time you raised a hand. And with the smarts that came with such a life, he's observed something else. If you wished to keep a dog in that state, you didn't overdo it. Or there would come a time when the dog had nothing to lose, and would turn, turn and rend. To keep anything truly submissive you only exercised your power at set intervals, held it back as a deterrent. Constant repetition would weaken it. Sure, he could have kept Iris in a permanent state of subjugation, but eventually, something inside her would determine that it, too, had no more to lose, and would snap back.

Therefore, Jak made no mention of the night before, merely remarking on how comfortable his bed was, how he appreciated the business suit and tie she'd placed in his wardrobe, poured her coffee and passed her the croissants. He knew he could control her any time he liked - all he needed to do was make her angry - and when one can obtain a thing any time, there is no need to constantly remind oneself.

"It was so good to sleep in a comfortable bed, after the remand cell," he went on, chattily. "All I remember was flopping down after dinner, and I was out like a light."

Both of them knew it was a lie, of course. But, he wondered, would she take his statement as an obvious intention not to remind her of the night before? Or decide it was some subtle form of mockery? Might she even think she had dreamed the whole thing?

"Do I take it there's a special meeting on," he asked, innocently. "It's just that you look exceptionally sophisticated, today? I hope it's all right to ask that?"

If she responded with sarcasm, anger, he'd strike. But is she knew her submissive place and kept to it, he'd willingly save her face and pretend the positions were reversed - at least in public.
 
Well, she was surprised. He didn't react how she expected. Playing though, wasn't he? Pretending nothing happen and acting all so nicely all of a sudden. A smart move. However, who was she to ruin the atmosphere? She went on with her breakfast, enjoying her pancakes, the croissants and her coffee, and even the conversation. If someone who actually knew the situation would see them, he or she would probably be laughing their ass.

And then, she suddenly found the doubts kicking in as he said he went to bed right after dinner. A slight confused frown showed up on her face even if she tried to mask it away. Was he only pretending... or was it just something she dreamed? That would explain a lot of things. After all, she would never act like a whore so openly. Seducing someone was one thing, but begging someone to fuck her was something she couldn't see herself doing. Shrugging it off, she returned her attention to him as he questioned about a meeting.

"I thought I always looked exceptionally sophisticated, but let's say I appreciate your compliment anyway. And yes, there is a special meeting today. Someone will come over to sign a contract with our company. It's mostly a formality, but it's better to be preventive and give the best." she explained, taking a sip of her coffee. "Actually, I might be away for a while today because of that, and given that I didn't finish doing the papers the other night, I hope that you'll continue the work for me. I'll show you what exactly you have to do and then you'll try it yourself." she added, seeming to pay no mind to what happened the other day anymore. In fact, she kind of felt relieved to see that for once she didn't have reasons to get angry.
 
When Maria had cleared away the breakfast dishes, the two of them stood up and made their way to the car, walking through the entrance hall of the house. They had always reached the door when Jak decided to put the next stage of his plan into operation.

"Excuse me Iris," he said, looking at the rear of her dress, which sat just below her knees. "I hope you don't think it forward of me to mention it, but your dress is caught up at the back. I think it's a bit of static cling. May I?"

Immediately he bent down, and tugged the dress away from her legs, deliberately in a manner that didn't reveal anything untoward. Until he chose to unleash his power again, he'd be the respectful, helpful employee, desperate to do his work well and secure his freedom.

He knew that her choice of dress was, at least in part, for his benefit. He could also see, since he was walking behind her, that she'd left off her Spanx today. There was, in fact, a slight VPL visible, the lace of the panties showing under the dress, but he didn't mention that. Of course, she may have gone without the granny-panties to avoid further embarrassment in front of her staff - since it seemed they all knew her secret now - but he flattered himself it was because she hated looking silly in front of him.

It was a weird feeling. In fact, just as iris was in two minds - had the events of the night before been real, or a dream - so was Jak. Part of him was enjoying his revenge, knowing he could manipulate her and make her do whatever he chose. The other part...

When they reached the car, the chauffeur had a barely visible smirk on his face as he opened the door, and made a just-slightly-too-obvious glance at her rear, as if checking for the outline of the Spanx. Jak gave him a stony look, and made sure Iris saw him doing so. When she sat down, and had to fuss with her skirt that rode up in the act of seating herself, he deliberately looked away and out of the window.

He felt sorry for her, at her obvious need for him. As if this was a girl that needed protection and comforting, a girl that was alone, and wasn't coping with it as well as she was pretending. Part of him wanted to satisfy that, give her what she needed from him - but this was a feeling he wasn't prepared to admit.

Yet.
 
Iris turned her head as he suddenly called her, before he actually offered to help her with her dress. As much as she appreciated how nice he was all of a sudden, she couldn't help but feel that something was suspicious here. And she doubted that he suddenly changed his mind and decided that he would behave so well, when yesterday he reminded her of everything about her past as if to shame her. Surely, something was up, and she would be on alert for now.

It would take a lot of effort to actually ignore the chauffeur's look. However, suddenly saying something would probably just make it worse. Besides, they would probably forget about it in time. That is, if they didn't have a kid's mind. Oh, if only she didn't have so many people looking out for her flaws. Sometimes it was getting so tiring to try and be impossibly perfect. Even so, for some reason, whenever her father would call her or talk to her, she would suddenly be reminded that she couldn't give up her current status. Being a shame would just ruin her father. And while she never wanted to end up like this, she was urged to try and be the woman he thought her to be.

And in a way, it somehow seemed to help her a little to know that she had such a high status in the business field. For once, she felt better about herself. There would be no other snobby girls or women mocking her. In fact, all of the girls from high school had now husbands who worked for her company. It wasn't something unusual for the rich ones to marry with some of their own 'kind'. For that, Iris was sort of proud that she wasn't like those women. She wasn't dependent to a man... Or was she?

The sudden thought scared her. Why did she just think of Jak regarding that matter? Flashes of what happened the other night reappeared before her eyes, her pleading to him for more.

Iris forced a cough, frustrated.

Once they arrived to their destination and she led him to her office once again, Alice showed up as well, with the same bright smile as always.

"Good morning, miss Iris! Morning', Jak!" she greeted them, before she caught up with the brunette to show her some papers. After a couple of minutes of chattering about something related to the latest deals, they finally reached the spacious office.

"Anything I can help with?" the blondie questioned, quite enthusiastically almost as if she waited something in particular. Iris could notice Alice was in a better mood that morning.

"Of course. There is a pile of papers waiting for you in the lobby. An error occurred and some things were misplaced with some packages. Also, do send my father an email and tell him I talked with Richard about that matter we talked about some days ago and we have come to an agreement." Iris said with a slight smile, at which the female assistant seemed to lose the smile. The brunette couldn't help but be amused by how easily she caught her real reasons for being so eager to work.

"Alright then." she said with a nod and reluctantly left, obviously disappointed by something.

Once she finished with Alice, Iris took her seat down and took out some documents from the drawers of the desk, placing them on top of it. "Come over here so we can start." she said and motioned to Jak to take a chair and move it next to her, so she could show him what he had to do exactly.
 
Even if Jak had wanted to learn as much as he could about the job, it would have been impossible that morning. This was not because he was stupid, or slow on the uptake. Despite his lack of education, he was highly intelligent, and after getting over his initial resentment at being forced to take this job, he could have found it quite interesting. Jak's task was to summarize the documents for a company report, deciding what was important information and what was just padding, and present the information in a shorter, concise summary to be retained in records. The job was just challenging enough to be satisfying, yet not so difficult his lack of education was a problem.

The trouble, though, was that they kept being interrupted - by Alice.

They had only just started on the first document when Alice came in to inform Iris that she'd sent the email to Iris' father as requested. Even Jak wondered why that visit was quite necessary. As she left, Alice smiled at Jak, and a slight blush came up on her regular features. Ten minutes later, she came in again with an unsolicited tray of coffee for them both, and when Jak thanked her, Alice's blush flared up again, and she bit her lip and gave him a shy smile.

This went on for over an hour. Every ten or twenty minutes, Alice would enter on some pretext, such as telling Iris a contact was on the phone (when she could have just transferred the call), bringing an "urgent" delivery (which even Jak, with his limited experience, could tell wasn't urgent at all), and at one point, just "popped in to see everything was OK". Every time she came in, she'd look longingly at Jak, and if he caught her eye she would blush, start fussing with her blond hair, and tug at her tight pink jacket. On the final occasion, she even asked him had he familiarized himself with the canteen arrangements, and said she'd be pleased to show him where it was.

Jak had politely replied that he totally appreciated her offer, but that right now he was really busy - though he'd be pleased to take her up on it when Iris decided she could spare him. Alice had looked as if she'd been about to cry, looked daggers at Iris, and then tugged at her jacket again and, with a forced smile, left the room.

This hadn't been part of Jak's plans. Sure, he'd given Alice a post hypnotic suggestion she'd find him attractive (for he knew he'd need an ally), but he hadn't realized her subconscious mind would interpret it quite so... radically. His problem was, his tactics at the moment depended on keeping Iris from getting angry, and Alison was wrecking that.

He shrugged internally. Oh well - he'd just have to adapt.
 
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