For those new to this story, it began as a moderate Non-consent/Reluctance type, but is evolving into something different. It will overlap into a number of different story genres before its conclusion—this being the first 'morphing.'
As for this chapter, specifically, our lovely 'sexual captive,' Brittany, looking for more answers to her plight, momentarily turns the tables on Jack.
A warning to casual readers, although not nearly as intense as the last chapter, there is a fairly detailed description of anal sex near the end of this chapter.
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For the next four or five weeks, Brittany and Jack settled into a fun routine—well, fun for Jack, at least. Brittany had her moments of joy as well, but she would never admit it outside her loud, orgasmic screams.
The money was always exchanged first, three thousand dollars, as partial payment of her debt, before they both got down to the real business of their meetings. Their fun-time sessions would usually last between two and three hours, but as the weeks past, they were invariably lengthening. Once they renewed their relationship each week, Brittany was always loath to go home, trying to keep Jack with her for as long as she could.
There was only a small bump encountered in their routine, and it occurred the following week after Jack told her about Kellen Wilson and Ashante.
Brittany didn't greet Jack at the door that next week when he knocked, leaving the door ajar, instead. When Jack entered the room, Brittany was waiting for him, sitting up straight and rigid on the bed. The brown paper bag with the money lay at her side.
When Jack closed the door, she asked him, "Why did you tell me?"
He sat at the small table opposite her. It took him a moment to figure out what she was implying. Finally guessing she had second thoughts about the story. "Don't get pissed at me. You wanted to know what your husband did. 'I need to know why I'm here.' These were your exact words."
Brittany lowered her eyes. Staring at the floor, she responded, "Last week, I asked him about that Ashante girl...my father, that is."
"Not Santos?"
She shook her head at first, and then said, "I know that Dad always tells me the truth."
"And what did he say when you asked him?"
She sniffed back a tear before speaking, "It's funny, but he remembered. I didn't even have to give him any details. I just said her name, telling him I remembered the papers were full of her and details concerning her murder, and that I was curious to find out what eventually happened in the case." She paused for a long moment as her eyes began to water. After wiping the tears away with a hand, she continued, "Anyway, he looked at me in the way he always did, straight in the eye, and told me her boyfriend was arrested for the murder. Then I asked him if the boyfriend was found guilty. He told me that there wasn't a trial, but justice was handed out just the same. I asked what he meant by that, but he said I shouldn't concern myself with what happens to the lowlifes of the world."
Jack didn't say anything, thinking there was no point arguing it with her anymore. She would believe whatever she wanted to believe, and he was fine with that. He learned a long time ago that most people deluded themselves about life, about family, about friends. Jack concluded that when they denied reality, it was a coping mechanism most people used to maintain their sanity—best to turn a blind eye to the skunk they married, rather than face the consequences of his nature head on, or think about how it reflects on them.
However, Brittany did something unexpected. She threw the bag of money, hitting Jack in the chest with it. Then she asked again, weakly this time, "Why did you tell me?"
Angered by her reaction, Jack picked the bag of money off the floor, and responded harshly and with overt sarcasm, "What the fuck is your problem? Your dad told you what happened, didn't he? Ashante's boyfriend stoved in her skull with a pipe, and even though there wasn't a trial, jailhouse justice was meted out. The bad guy paid for his crimes. Yippee. Three cheers for the boys in blue, they got their man. Daddy told me so, and daddy never, ever lies to..."
She cut him off, almost screaming, "Shut up! Just shut up." Her eyes were aflame, radiating green daggers of rage at having her pain mocked. When she saw that Jack was stunned into silence, she finished, "I looked into his eyes when he told me the story. I looked into his eyes and knew he was lying to me!" For a moment after her declaration, she just stared blankly at Jack before doubling over onto the floor in abject sorrow and grief.
It was another, all too common reaction seen by Jack during his twenty years on the force; when the family member finally realizes their spouse, their child, their parent is an absolute evil waste of human flesh, their first reaction is to lash out at the messenger. Brittany, acting out at Jack, was her weak version at striking back at the truth.
She was nearly inconsolable for an hour after. All Jack could do was pick her up, and hold her in his lap as she wept unceasingly like a little girl, thoroughly dampening his shirt, and his mood.
When she finally got control over her emotions, Jack sat her on the bed, and said, "Let's forget about our fun-time this week. Neither of us is in the mood."
As Jack turned to leave, however, Brittany grabbed his hand, saying, "Please stay with me. I've nowhere else to go, and don't want to go home."
Before Jack could say anything, she pulled him down and kissed him long and hard, and with a passion she rarely, if ever, displayed with her husband.
They 'played' together well into the night.
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Nothing more was said about Ashante and Kellen Wilson, and as subsequent weeks passed, Brittany came to view their weekly trysts with a degree of cautious interest—if still not comfortable as Jack's concubine, then, at least, grudgingly accepting of her new role as one.
Although she couldn't explain it herself, she liked being under Jack's thumb, particularly since he made her feel special in his own gruff way. Deep down, she knew Jack was a kind man, fucked over by life and circumstance. Consequently, she understood his controlling nature, and made allowances for it. She was being punished for what Santos and her father had done, not just to Jack, but to the others as well. Thus, she accepted the duties she needed to perform as penitence, in order to wipe that sin away.
Yet, the money part she didn't care for and it weighed heavily on her spirit. The obvious reason being she had to sell her things to scrape up the money every week, and she was loath to sell off all her 'pretties.' She felt she earned those over the years, rewards for being a good wife and mother.
'Yes,' she told herself, she was a good wife, although flawed for having strayed one time. Just like her husband, who also strayed, and strayed many times with prostitutes, according to Jack. Thus, she felt it unfair she had to pay so high a price—with her belongings, as well as with her body—for her husband's sin.
Several times, she tried to persuade Jack to take less, but he wasn't open for a renegotiation of their deal just yet. After that, she rationalized that since the gifts were originally bought by Santos, then the money was really coming out of his pocket, and not hers. In Brittany's mind, then, Santos was really paying Jack to pleasure her.
Fun as it all was, particularly being subservient to a powerful man that she was becoming attracted to, there came a point where she wanted to be more than Jack's cash register and plaything.
Was she more than that to him? If so, could she be more than that? So many questions bounced around in her head. She wanted to know more about him as a man. Could he give up control? Did he even trust anyone enough to give up control, and meet him or her as equals? Mostly, she needed to know if he felt the same way about her as she was beginning to feel about him.
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So it was that on one of their weekly meetings, Brittany wore that same outfit Jack made her wear on their ride around the city—
sans
underwear, of course. She knew he liked her dressing this way, but more than that, she liked dressing this way for him. The tightness of the spandex as it molded snuggly to her large breasts and the feel of the fabric of the skirt against her thighs and bare mons, somehow made her feel more womanly.
Brittany gave her buttocks an exaggerated wiggle as she got out of her car and walked toward the motel room. She knew Jack was watching her, she just didn't know from where. Just before she entered the room, she flipped up the back of her skirt exposing her well-formed, bare ass, and bent over as if she were picking up something off the ground. Standing back up, she looked over her shoulder in a seductive manner and winked, before entering the room.
