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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 arms and legs, her head was thrown back, and she shook it at the intensity and power of the climax. Her mind lost track of time as the rockets and fireworks continues to go off behind her eyes.

*****