In charge of Mrs Lucas
'James this is a nice cabin, with everything I want, it's perfect. I can chill out here without all the pressures of home. Can you get my bag, I have a book in there I'd like to finish,' Alicia said.
'No need for that, Alicia, I'll keep you busy,' he smiled, and wrapped an arm around her.
'I didn't realise you were staying!' she said, in alarm.
It was a stupid mistake, thinking he was doing this for her. She assumed a remote cabin would be too boring for him, being away from his friends and gadgets all week. Of course, he wasn't going to be bored, he'd brought his latest toy with him. All eighteen-year-olds had sex on their minds, and James had his sex toy to fulfil his fantasies.
'We can't. It's got to stop, James! I know you've got that stuff to blackmail me with, but we can put it behind us, and move on. Can't we! You've had your fun. Don't torment me, James, you're better than that. You should have a girlfriend your own age, not me, an old woman,' she gently spoke.
'Nice try, Mrs Lucas. I admit, I've thought about letting you go, but this is too good an opportunity to miss,' he said, and gave her shoulders a squeeze.
'How many girls have you brought here?' she asked, and was surprised to feel a pang of jealousy.
'None, only you,' he said.
'Did you really want to let me go?' she asked, quickly changing the subject.
'Sometimes. Sometimes I want to keep you forever, and treat you real nice. Other times I think you're a stupid slut, and deserve all you get,' he said, sounding very serious.
'Why? Why me? What did I do to deserve this, James? I never hurt you, or anyone else! What would your mother say?' she asked.
James slapped her face, and shouted at her, 'Don't you dare mention my mother. You're nothing compared to her!'
He brought his breathing under control, yet he still tightly gripped her shoulders. Looking into her eyes, holding them, she watched the anger subside. It was frightening to see that look. He shook her again, as though she were a rag doll.
'You cheated on your husband, and let your son down. Think about the nasty things you did to protect yourself. No, not them! No, don't say that, it wasn't for them. You did whatever I told you to do, however nasty. You let me fuck you, and you enjoyed it. Don't deny it, you enjoyed it! You dressed like a whore and humiliated your son in front of his friends. That makes you a dirty slut,' he angrily said.
Alicia burst into tears. He pulled her close and let her bury her face in his shoulder. He held onto her, rubbing her back, and making soothing noises. She whined something unintelligible between sobs. He held her tight for some-time, letting her get it all out of her system. His t-shirt was wet from tears and snot.
He was aware of the pressure he'd put her under, as that was what a bully did. He was fully aware of being a bully, and that she was his victim. If a victim had the guts to try and get out from under him, it didn't matter, as he always thought better of them. There were plenty of victims to find and play with. Though, if this woman got away from him he would miss her. He wondered why she was special.
Of course he enjoyed the sex, but there were plenty of stupid bitches at school, lining up to be his girlfriend. Mrs Lucas was attractive, but there were younger more attractive girls he could have. He thought about it for awhile, then figured the sex was better. Why? Because she was forbidden fruit, an older woman, married, and she had more experience. No. Surprisingly, she wasn't very experienced, so it must be the novelty of having an older woman. The blackmail and coercion was nothing new to him.
'Sit down, and I'll make dinner,' he said, guessing she wouldn't want to go out.
She looked a mess, and needed cajoling out of herself, or it would be a gloomy week.
'Come on, get yourself together, or I'll phone a girl from school,' he said, and slapped her bottom.
'Do that! I'm too old for you, you should have a girl your own age,' she moodily spoke.
'If I don't need you any more, then I'll use the video and photos. I won't let them go to waste, I'll put them on the internet,' he warned.
'Go ahead. You don't need me anyway,' she said, sounding miserable.
'You're a beautiful woman, with smooth Mediterranean olive skin. I find you enormously sexy. You have a great figure, and look stunning, whatever you wear. Though the usual boring clothes you wear make you look old. I should dress you in a little black number, not those slutty clothes. Though, you still look gorgeous like that,' he stated, and grabbed her.
Holding her tight while deeply kissing, he felt her beginning to thaw. She stopped slapping his back, but still hadn't responded. He figured if all depression could be cured like this, he could get a well paid job. He gripped her struggling body, not letting her go. She complained, but he just laughed at her.
'You don't mean it,' she said, and beat his chest with small fists. 'You can't get what you want with brute strength,' she protested.
'I do mean it, every word. Don't you know how attractive you are? Didn't anyone tell you? When last did someone tell you how sexy you are?' he asked, sounding incredulous.
'Stop hitting me! It's not doing any good, it's just annoying!' he said, and slapped her bottom. 'I'll spank you like a naughty girl!' he warned.
'No! I'm a married woman, you can't do that. You're just a naughty boy,' she firmly spoke.
Holding onto both of her hands with one of his, he slapped her bottom with the other.
'Oww! Stop it right now,' she complained, sounding indignant.
'Oww! No! you can't!'
'Oww! This is silly, it hurts, please don't!'
'Oww! Alright, I'll be a good girl, please stop,' she insincerely said.
'You'll do as your told like a good little missy?' he teased.
'Oww! Alright! I'll behave myself, I will, please, no more!' she promised.
