Recent events in Jake’s life had not gone unnoticed by his mother, but she didn’t comment on it until the Saturday that Daniela turned up on Jake’s doorstep with a plastic container of cupcakes.

 

She stood there, blushing, on the Niles household doorstep as a surprised Miriam Niles took the container from you.

 

“Well, thank you very much,” Jake heard his mother say, from the lounge room where he was playing videogames.  “I’m sure Jake will enjoy these greatly.”

 

“Is he home?” asked Daniela, her blush deepening.  “I just want to know… that he likes them.”

 

Jake was already on his feet, bustling past his mother, blushing more than a little himself.  

 

“It’s alright, mom,” he said.  “You can go back to… whatever you were doing.”

 

“I was doing your laundry,” said his mother, with an arch smile.

 

Jake went even redder.  “Ah… thank you.  Just…”  He gestured vaguely at Daniela, an arm wave that was meant to suggest that he had things in hand, and that Miriam would be doing him a huge favour by vanishing immediately.

 

To his great relief, his mother took the hint, and retreated to the kitchen with the box of cupcakes in her hand, but she did it in a way that suggested there would be words between them later.

 

Jake swung into the doorway, and spoke in a low voice.

 

“What are you doing here?” he hissed.

 

Daniela recoiled.  “I just… I had nothing to do today, and… I wanted to make you happy.  So I baked you cupcakes…”

 

She looked genuinely wounded, and Jake immediately regretted his tone.

 

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “That’s… that’s really lovely.”  He paused, and then added, in as domly a tone as he could manage, “Good girl.”

 

And he saw the immediate flush that came over Daniela at those words, as her kink for pleasing him was satisfied.

 

“Just… you can’t just turn up here out of the blue, okay?” he said.  “It’s weird.”

 

“Why?” said Daniela.  “Because you’re embarrassed for your mom to see you with a brown-skinned girl?”

 

“Jesus, no!” swore Jake.  “Because… you submit to me.  And that’s… hard to explain.  I’m not ready for that talk with my mom.”

 

Daniela pouted.  “I don’t *submit* to you, Jake.  I just like pleasing you.”

 

Jake looked at her, and then pointed at his feet.  “Down,” he said - and this time he nailed just the right tone of confident command.

 

Without thinking, Daniela dropped to her knees, right there on his doorstep, her head level with his groin, her face looking up, eager for approval.  She went red when she realised what she had done.  “Fuck,” she whispered.

 

“That’s what I thought,” said Jake.  “I like it.  I like it a lot.  But it’s weird.”  He exhaled.  “Good girl.  You can get up now.”

 

She did.

 

“So I’m your dirty little secret?” she asked.  

 

Jake briefly considered saying yes.  He controlled her - and more so every day.  If he wanted her to be a secret, she would be.  She would keep the secret just to please him.  (And never mind that half the school had already seen her waiting on his pleasure.)

 

But she was a person - and, to his surprise, a person he *liked*.  More than that, she was innocent.  She hadn’t deserved to have this done to her, regardless of how much pleasure she might be gaining from their current arrangement.

 

“No,” he said.  “That’s not fair on you.  But… give me time, okay?  I’m not embarrassed of you, I’m… embarrassed of *me*.”

 

“You know I’ll give you whatever time you need,” said Daniela.  “I’m going to do what it takes to please you, because - well, because it feels too good not to.  But whether I *like* you is another matter…”

 

Acting on impulse, Jake leaned forward and kissed her.  Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away, and her lips were surprisingly soft and willing.  He felt her shudder - with pleasure, he thought.

 

When he was done, he said, “Thank you, Daniela.  For the cupcakes, and… for everything.  You *do* please me.”

 

And the shudder of pleasure returned, big enough that it almost seemed like she was orgasming, right there on his doorstep.

 

He couldn’t help pushing his luck.  “Now show me your tits,” Jake said.

 

Her eyes flashed with anger - but it was a playful anger, of competition, not hatred.  Her hands went to the top of her dress, and she pulled it down, giving him a brief glimpse of two perfect, round breasts.  And then, just as soon as they had appeared, they were gone.  

 

“I hope that pleased you,” she said.  “But also, fuck you.”

 

Jake laughed.  “It did,” he said.  “I’ll see you at school on Monday.”

 

Daniela gave him the finger, but she was smiling as she left.

 

Jake was smiling too as he closed the door, but it withered when he turned around and found his mother waiting for him in the kitchen.

 

“She seems nice,” said Miriam, sipping a cup of hot tea, and looking at him expectantly.

 

“Ah… yes,” said Jake, slowly.  “Her name’s Daniela.”

 

“I see,” said his mother.  “She seems to like you.”

 

“She does,” said Jake.  He wanted to escape this conversation, but he sensed that if he left the kitchen his mother would follow him, and he would feel even more awkward answering the same questions in his bedroom.

 

“I had thought you’d been getting closer to Amy recently,” said his mother.  “Was I wrong?”

 

Jake blushed.  He didn’t know what to say.

 

“And you’ve been seeing a lot of your cousin Madison as well,” added his mother.

 

“It’s not like that!” protested Jake.  “I mean… I’m not… cheating on anyone.”

 

“Do you mean that you’re not attracted to these girls, Jake?” asked his mother.  “Or do you mean that they all know about each other?”

 

Jake blushed.  This wasn’t really a conversation he wanted to have - but plainly if Amy and Madison and Daniela kept coming to his house, it was one he was going to have to face.

 

“The second one,” he said.  “They all know.”

 

In his head, he added a silent “mostly”.  He hadn’t *specifically* told Madison the state of his relationship with Daniela, but controlling her had always been part of the plan.

 

He braced himself for disapproval from his mother - or a kind of baffled parental understanding - but his mother surprised him by laughing.

 

“Oh, Jake,” giggled Miriam.  “You’re so like your father sometimes.  You know I wasn’t the only girl he used to enjoy.”

 

Jake was taken entirely by surprise.  Miriam very rarely spoke about Jake’s absent father - and the news that his father had “enjoyed” other women was wholly new to him.  (Although he had certainly speculated about infidelity as a possible reason for his parents’ break-up.)

 

“Jeez, mom,” he said.  “I don’t need to know that.”

 

“Well,  you do if you’re going to do the same thing, Jake,” said Miriam.  “Your father… did a lot of things wrong.  But at least I always knew when he was fucking other girls.  He let me meet them, and… well, sometimes we shared him.”

 

Jake blushed deeper.  It was far too early in the morning to imagine his parents in a threesome - or moresome - with other women.

 

“Mom…” he protested.

 

She waved her hands.  “I know, I know.  TMI.  But the point is, if you have multiple girls in your life, Jake, that’s fine.  I’m proud of you - my little boy is becoming a man!  But you need to treat them right, okay?  You’re *lucky* they want to be with you.  They’re not your toys.”

 

Daniela literally was his toy.  But… he didn’t want to use her like that.  Not unless she *wanted* it.  And he *did* want her to want it.

 

“Yes, mom,” was all he said.

 

Then a question occurred to him.

 

“Do you ever… want a man in your life again?” he asked.  “I mean, I don’t really want a stepdad or anything, but you should be happy.  But you don’t even date.”

 

Miriam looked wistful for a moment, with a strange blankness to her face.  “No,” she said.  “I don’t, really.  I used to be absolutely boy-crazy when I was younger, but since your father left, I just… haven’t been interested in that stuff.  It seems strange, but I guess people change.”

 

The blankness left her, and was replaced by a loving smile.  “Anyway, I have you.  What more does a mother need?”

 

Something tickled the back of Jake’s mind - an idea, or a memory.  Something someone had said to him, in the last month or so…

 

But whatever it was, it was gone.  

 

“I love you too, mom,” he said.  “And… thanks for the pep talk, I guess.  But please, *please* don’t be weird to Amy or Madison when they visit, okay?  We’re not really dating, or… in a relationship, and you’ll freak them out if you mention anything.”

 

Miriam threw her hands in the air.  “Heaven forbid that a mother should ever speak to the object of her son’s crushes.  But no, Jake, I’ll be good.”

 

And the tone in which she said it made Jake almost, *almost*, reply, “Good girl.”

 

But he didn’t.  Which was good, because it would have been the weirdest and most awkward two words he had ever said.

 

===

 

Madison visited later that day, and, as promised, Jake’s mother said nothing, only showed her to Jake’s room.

 

Jake had been sitting on his bed, his back against the wall, and when she entered his room, Madison immediately crawled onto the bed to sit close to him.

 

“So how goes it, Jakey-boy?” she asked.  “Everything falling into place with the plan?”

 

He punched her arm.  “You weren’t going to call me Jakey-boy anymore, remember?” he told her.

 

She bit her lip.  “Make me,” she said.

 

At those two words, Jake felt his cock go rock-hard.  He looked at her, staring into her green eyes, as she looked back at him defiantly.

 

“Are you serious?” he asked quietly.

 

“As if you even could,” she grinned.

 

Quick as a snake, he raised an arm to slap her across the face, as she had slapped him on several occasions - but she caught his arm in one hand.

 

“Gotta try harder, Jakey-boy,” she laughed.

 

He launched his whole body at her - and this time he caught her by surprise.  She didn’t have the leverage to resist him, and her whole body rolled backwards, her shoulders touching the bed. 

 

Jake was on top of her, one of his hands trapped by hers, and his other pinning her other arm to the bedsheets.  He scrabbled, his legs (in shorts) battling hers (in denim jeans), as she tried to bring a knee up, hard, into his groin.  It was a near thing - but suddenly Jake was falling back towards the bed, his groin and legs in between hers, spreading them open.

 

And then he was lying on top of her, his hard cock pushing directly against her pussy (through two layers of underwear and two pairs of pants), her generous tits crushed against his chest, her arms pinned down, his face inches from hers.

 

“Fuck,” she whispered.  “Growing boys, huh?”

 

“Apologise,” he told her.

 

“Fuck you,” she smiled.

 

He leaned down and kissed her - and she kissed him back, with vigor and passion, arching her back against him, pushing her tits at him, humping her groin against his, moaning into his mouth.

 

It was the most erotic feeling of his life, and Jake felt his lust taking control of his thoughts.  

 

He bit her lips as the kiss ended, hard, enough to hurt.

 

“Ow!” she protested.

 

“Apologise,” he told her again.

 

“Make me,” she whispered.

 

He kissed her again, this time deliberately grinding his erection into her groin, pulling her arms upward to stretch them and emphasise her vulnerability.  He pushed his tongue into her mouth, entwining it with hers, moaning along with her.

 

He wanted her.  He wanted to use her, to own her, to fuck her, to rape her, to make her his girlfriend, his wife, his cock-slave.

 

And he knew that if he had felt like this with anyone else - anyone at all - he wouldn’t have been able to resist using the silver leash to make those thoughts reality.  Even now he could sense the ember of her lust - less an ember than a raging flame - and it was only the remembered pain of trying, and failing, to reach for that ember that kept him from attempting it now.  

 

He bit her again when the kiss ended.

 

“Apologise,” he said again.

 

“Is that all you’ve got?” she purred.

 

He looked at her.  The top button of her flannel shirt had come undone, exposing a sweet curve of cleavage, and at the same time falling away from her left shoulder, exposing the soft, milky flesh there.

 

And leaned in and bit her - on the shoulder, sinking his teeth into the muscle, not seeking to break the skin, merely holding with steadily increasing pressure.

 

“Aaah!” shrieked Madison.  She began to struggle under him, but he held her pinned.  “Fuck, fuck!” she squealed.  “FUCK!”  

 

And then - “I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  I won’t call you that!”

 

He released her, and looked at her face.

 

“Ask me to slap you,” he said.

 

“What?” she replied, confused.

 

“Ask me to slap you,” he said.  “Across the face.  To discipline you for being a bitch.”

 

She flushed.  “I already said I was sorry,” she pouted.

 

Jake moved to bite her shoulder again.

 

“No, no, wait!” she said quickly.  “I’m sorry.  Please…. um, please slap my face to…” - she blushed - “...to discipline me for being a bitch.”

 

He let go of her left wrist with his right hand.  She made no move to lift it, or struggle, instead merely looking at him with big, wide eyes.  Her lips were parted and she was breathing shallowly.  Jake was suddenly aware of how *warm* his groin was - and how warm hers was in turn, even through her jeans.

 

He put his hand against his cousin’s cheek, caressing it, feeling the smoothness of her skin against his palm, and the softness of her long red hair against the back of his hand.

 

And then he drew back his hand, and slapped her.

 

The noise she made when he hit her was not one of pain, but of lust - a primal, animal sound, the noise of a bitch in heat.  It was the sexiest sound Jake had ever heard, and the only way he could respond was by leaning down and kissing her again.  He let go of her other arm, and Madison wrapped both her arms around him in an embrace.  

 

They rolled as they kissed, and Madison ended up on top.

 

She smiled, and with one hand she reached down and squeezed Jake’s cock, through his pants.  He almost ejaculated right then and there.

 

“I’m sorry I disrespected you, sir,” she breathed, softly - but it was accompanied by a playful smile.

 

And then she was sitting up, climbing off Jake.  She was still breathing heavily, and her face was flushed.

 

Jake was confused, and rose, intending to kiss her again.

 

She shook her head.  “That’s enough practice for one day,” she told him.  

 

“Practice?” he asked.

 

“Practice so you can kiss Amy without, I don’t know, enslaving her or something,” said Madison.  “Remember?”  She laughed.  “What did you think this was?  Did you think that I was suddenly hot for you or something?  Keep dreaming, Jake.”

 

Jake’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment.  He considered wrestling her back to the bed and slapping her again.  This time he wouldn’t let her up until he had…

 

What?  Raped her?

 

His cock twitched.  But at the same time, the thought sobered him.  

 

She was right.  He had power now.  And if he lost control, and let his cock do the thinking for him, he could hurt somebody.  He couldn’t do things just because he wanted to.

 

No matter how *much* he wanted to.

 

“You’re a bitch,” he said, but his tone was friendly, and Madison laughed.

 

“Oh, you can call *me* names now, but I can’t do the same?” she said.  Then she bit her lip again, in that maddening sexy way.  “I suppose Sir gets to make up the rules…”

 

“A sexy bitch,” Jake allowed.  “But a bitch.”

 

She gave him a look - and Jake knew, in that look, that despite what she said, she wanted to be fucked just as badly as he wanted to fuck her.  But she was choosing self-control - and if he wanted her respect, he needed to do the same.

 

He took a deep breath, and willed his body to relax.

 

“Now stop being a pervert,” said Madison, “and tell me how the plan is going.   I want to know all the details. And, in particular, tell me about this Daniela girl…”

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)