Madison wrapped her arms around Jake in the darkness, draping them over his shoulders.  She wiggled her body up next to him until her tits were touching his chest and her legs were near to entangled with his.

 

Then she leaned in and nuzzled against his neck.

 

“You used the leash on Amy,” she whispered in his ear, so quiet he almost couldn’t hear.  “You said you did something to her jealousy.”

 

He nodded in the darkness, then realised she couldn’t see which way his head was moving.  “Yes,” he said.

 

“Why?” asked Madison.

 

“Because she asked me to,” replied Jake.  He was conscious that Amy and Daniela were *right there*, on the mattress on the bedroom floor, but they were still shifting around, getting comfortable, and he didn’t think they could hear the whispers over the rustle of their blankets.

 

“Why did she ask you to?” whispered Madison.

 

“So she’d be okay with what I was doing with Daniela,” said Jake.  “And… with me practicing with you.  So I can kiss her without using the leash.”

 

Madison’s body stiffened, and Jake intuitively understood he’d given the wrong answer.

 

“Ah,” she said.  “Practicing.”

 

“I could do it for you too,” said Jake.  “If you let me in…”

 

For a moment he thought she was going to hit him, and he flinched.  “Mind my ribs,” he hissed, desperately.  They were still aching from the abuse he’d taken from Isaac.

 

But she didn’t hit him.  She just sighed.

 

“I don’t need you to mess with my mind, Jake,” said Madison.  “Particularly not just so things will be more… convenient for you.”

 

“But… I don’t want to hurt you,” said Jake.

 

She was silent, and he had the sense she was looking at him in the darkness.

 

“If you don’t want to hurt me, then just *don’t hurt me*, Jake,” she said.  “It’s as simple as that.”

 

And then she laughed - a dry, awkward laugh.  “Besides, as if I’d get jealous over you, Jakey-boy.  You’re just a kid.  And you’re my cousin.”  Her voice cracked a little as she said, “You were never going to end up with me.”

 

Jake’s impulses had led him to nothing but trouble recently, it seemed - with Daniela, with Gwen, and now he seemed to have hurt Madison.  

 

But Jake was slow to learn, so he acted on impulse one more time, and leaned forward and kissed Madison on the lips.

 

She kissed him back - hungrily, eagerly - and pressed her body tighter against him.

 

And then his arms were around her, one hand tangling in her soft red hair, the other at the small of her back pulling her close, pulling her panty-clad groin against his boxer shorts.  His tongue was in her mouth, and she was welcoming it, and bruising her lips against his.  His cock was hard, and one of his legs slipped between hers until he could feel the heat of her groin against his upper thigh.

 

“That’s right, Jake,” said Madison, in a brief gasp of air between kisses.  “Practice.”  And then she kissed him again.

 

===

 

On the mattress on the floor, Daniela squirmed uncomfortably.  She could hear Jake and Madison whispering, but not their words - and then the words had stopped, and been replaced with suspicious rustling, and the odd muffled grunt or moan.

 

It was dark, but Daniela could *feel* Amy blushing next to her.

 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” muttered Amy.

 

Daniela moved closer to Amy so that she could whisper.  Her arms were in front of her, and her wrists brushed against Amy’s large breasts.

 

“You really don’t mind them… doing that?” she asked Amy.

 

“Oh, part of me hates it,” said Amy.  “Jake didn’t stop me feeling jealous.  I feel… humiliated and ignored and worried that Jake likes Madison more than he likes me.  Except that I’m not really worried, because Jake is such a doofus you can basically see what he’s feeling right there on his face all the time, and so I *know* how much he likes me.  And… I don’t know how to explain it, but the humiliation feels good.  Like, I might be a toy that Jake has forgotten about while he plays with another toy, but I’m still *his* toy, and I’m in place, waiting for him to come back…”

 

Amy paused, and Daniela sensed that this was far more than Amy had ever discussed with Jake.

 

“And then what Jake did… was make it hot for me to think about him with other girls.  Like, right now I know how happy he is to be with Madison and that just makes me… really turned on.  And I can’t stop thinking about it.”

 

“Do you wish you were in Madison’s place?” asked Daniela.

 

“Yes,” said Amy.  “No.  I mean… it’s almost hotter to be on the outside.  But it’s also hot to picture that I’m Madison…”

 

“Or picture that you’re *Jake*?” asked Daniela, deliberately teasing.  Poking Amy took her mind off her own jealousy - and despite what she had told Jake it was intense and overpowering.  Part of her wanted to climb up on the bed and pull Madison away by her hair and scream that Jake was *hers* - but of course Jake *wasn’t* hers, and never had been.  She had been his, because he had forced her to be.  And now she knew, and it was over, and she just wished that her body and mind weren’t still so distractingly eager to please him.

 

Amy was blushing again.  “Be Jake?  You mean… doing *that*... with Madison?”

 

“You seemed to like it when Jake made us kiss at school,” said Daniela.  “You said I was sexy.”

 

“Jake didn’t *make* us kiss,” Amy said immediately - and then stopped, realising that in a very real sense, Jake *had* made Daniela do it.  “I mean, he didn’t make *me* - shit, I’m sorry.  Were you - I mean, did I help force you…”

 

“Fuck that,” said Daniela emphatically.  “I have a problem with Jake, not with you.  You did nothing wrong.”

 

“Would you have… kissed me if Jake hadn’t…” began Amy, unsure how to finish.

 

“No,” said Daniela, immediately.

 

“Oh,” said Amy.  She was silent.

 

The silence stretched on, broken by little small happy whimpers from Madison on the bed above them.

 

“But that doesn’t mean I didn’t like it,” said Daniela.  “You were… you are… kind of hot.”

 

“Oh,” said Amy again, but it was in a somewhat different tone.

 

Daniela waited.  She was suddenly aware that she wanted Amy to say more.  She wanted Amy to take things to the next logical step.  Her own face was flushed, and she could feel warmth between her legs.  Her family had always taught her that girls kissing other girls was sinful, but she was her own person, and it was a new age, and…

 

“Would you… like to do it again?” asked Amy, quietly.

 

That was all it took.  Daniela scooched forward and kissed Amy on the lips.  Amy moaned softly and pressed her body against Daniela, their breasts flattening against each other.  Amy’s tongue was in Daniela’s mouth, oddly cool, smaller than Daniela would have thought, and when Daniela instinctively bucked her hips towards Amy she felt Amy doing the same thing.

 

Amy took one of Daniela’s hands and brought it to her breast, and when Daniela squeezed, Amy went wild, writhing and moaning her lust into Daniela’s mouth.  Her own hands went to Daniela’s tits, and Daniela felt her cunt throb powerfully as Amy squeezed and groped in return.

 

And then suddenly Daniela broke away from Amy. 

 

“Fuck,” she whispered.  “Fuck.  Fuck.”

 

Amy, flushed and horny, didn’t understand.  She tried to follow Daniela, to resume the kiss, but Daniela pushed her back.

 

“What’s wrong?” asked Amy.

 

“Jake,” hissed Daniela.  “Fucking Jake.”

 

Amy turned to look up at the bed.  As best as either of them could tell, Jake and Madison were still happily kissing and groping each other.

 

“Amy, you are an absolute smoking fox,” said Daniela.  “But Jake… I was kissing you, and I realised that Jake would *approve* of us making out, and that thought just made me so wet.  Because of his stupid leash.  And suddenly I didn’t know whether I was doing this for me, or for Jake.”

 

Amy was still horny.  “Does it matter?” she asked.

 

“Of course it matters,” said Daniela.  “And do you know what’s worse?  This isn’t even how I want to kiss you.  Like, you’re hot, and it’s good.”  She paused, and admitted, “*So* good.  But part of my brain is telling me that what I really want is for Jake to *force* me to kiss you.  To use me as his little slave and *make* me fuck girls like his personal lezbo entertainment.  To make me lick cunt like a lesbian whore whether I want to or not.  And that thought is so hot I am practically cumming just saying it out loud.”

 

It clearly did something for Amy too.  She made a little moan.

 

“So I can’t,” said Daniela.  “Do you understand?  I can’t.”

 

Amy made a frustrated sound.  “But you like Jake.  You like pleasing him.  I know he did it without your consent, but… wouldn’t you be happier if you just… gave in to it?”

 

Daniela made a guttural sound of unhappiness.  “Fuck you, Amy,” she said.  “I mean, I like you, and… and I want to kiss you, and… whatever else.  But fuck you.”

 

And she rolled over so she was facing away from Amy.  So that she wouldn’t be tempted to kiss her again.  And squeeze her tits.  And hear that ridiculously cute little slutty moan again.  So that she wouldn’t want to see if Amy was wet, or get Amy to press her knee against Daniela’s groin.  

 

So that she wouldn’t have to picture how hard Jake’s cock would get from watching them.  So that she wouldn’t fantasise about Jake cumming over their faces as they kissed.

 

So that she could ignore how much every part of her body wanted to make Jake happy.

 

She tried to push all of it out of her mind, and be blank, and empty, and sober.  

 

And she did her best to sleep.

 

===

 

Jake couldn’t think of anything except how good Madison’s mouth tasted, how soft her tits were, and how much he wanted her - any part of her - to touch his rock hard cock.  He was *painfully*, and he had been humping his erection against Madison’s hip for nearly ten minutes as they kissed, and he was desperate for her to either take the hint or tell him to stop.

 

And then she *did* take the hint.  Her hand reached down and slid beneath the waistband of his boxers.  And just like that, her cool, feminine fingers were encircling his cock, squeezing the foreskin, and it was the best thing Jake had ever felt.

 

“Fuck,” she whispered softly.

 

“That feels good,” said Jake.  It was an understatement.

 

Madison kept squeezing for a few moments - and then, slowly, she began to pump his cock.

 

Jake had been wrong.  *This* was the best thing he had ever felt.

 

He tried to say it felt good again, but all that came out was an incoherent high-pitched sound.

 

“Do you like that?” asked Madison.

 

Jake nodded desperately.

 

“This is your reward for saving me from Isaac,” said Madison, and pumped him harder.

 

Jake made a guttural sound.

 

Then Madison stopped.  “Fuck, that’s not fair,” she said.  “This is your first time… doing this, right?”

 

Jake nodded again.  “Yes.”

 

“Then I should be honest,” said Madison.  “This isn’t transactional.”  She sighed, and blushed.  “I… like you, Jake.  And it feels good to make *you* feel good.”

 

Jake was not in the best place to appreciate subtext.  He didn’t really care why this was happening.  Just that it *was* happening, and Madison was enthusiastically consenting to doing it.

 

“I like you too,” he said, hoping it would make her resume pumping him.

 

It did.  She gave a low, dry laugh, and resumed stroking his cock.

 

“What about you?” asked Jake, suddenly curious.  “Have you done this a lot?”

 

Madison stopped again.  “Oh, ah…” - and then, “Sure.  I know what I’m doing.  Just enjoy it.”

 

“When I thought Isaac was going to rape you…” Jake said.

 

“You got horny at the thought of it?” asked Madison.  “Had a fantasy of seeing the bitch getting what was coming to her?”

 

Jake’s eyes widened, and he pulled back - even letting his cock slip out of Madison’s grasp.

 

“No!” he said.  “Madison, I was… so *scared* for you.  That you’d get hurt.  Physically, or… I was scared of how you’d *feel*.  I didn’t want to see you… being powerless.  Helpless.  That’s not you.  I just wanted to protect you…”

 

He didn’t get any further, because Madison was kissing him, and rubbing his cock so hard that Jake worried she might pull it off his body entirely.

 

“You dumb fuck,” she said, but he thought she might be crying again.  “You dumb little shit.  You worry about how I’m going to feel, and then you make me feel like *this*?”

 

“I don’t understand,” said Jake.

 

“Of course you don’t,” said Madison.  She wiggled in bed, and it was only when she pressed her groin back against him and he felt smooth, warm skin that he remembered that she wasn’t wearing panties.

 

“Do it,” she whispered, in the smallest of voices.  “Fuck me.”

 

And Jake wanted to.  He wanted to more than anything.  His cock was throbbing, and it wanted to cum, and Madison was so *beautiful* and so soft and her skin felt so good and…

 

But a tiny warning sign went up in Jake’s brain.

 

“No,” he said, and he pulled her hand out of his underwear.

 

“What?” said Madison.

 

“It’s a test, isn’t it?” he said.  “To see if I can avoid thinking with my cock.  I need to be able to control myself, to use the leash responsibly.  You’re testing me.”

 

She made a moan of frustration.  “No, Jake,” she said. “I just… I really, really want to fuck you.”

 

Jake had to close his eyes and breathe deeply before responding, because it was one of the hardest things he had ever had to say in his life.

 

“If you really want to,” he said.  “Then ask me again tomorrow, and I’ll know it’s real.  But I’m not going to do it just because I’m horny right now.”

 

There was a long silence.

 

Then Madison scooched over on the bed.

 

Away from him.

 

“Well done, Jake,” she said, and her voice sounded tired and - maybe sad?  “Well done.  Yes, it was a test, to see if you could control yourself.  And you passed.  Good job.”

 

“That’s what you wanted, right?” said Jake.  “That’s what you’ve been telling me I needed to do.”

 

“That’s right,” said Madison, in the same tired voice.  “You listened very well.  You did exactly the right thing.  It’s very important that you don’t take advantage of some stupid slut just because she’s vulnerable and needs to feel like she’s loveable and not a dumb whore who got in over her head.  I’m very proud of you.”

 

“Thank you,” said Jake.  But still, he wished she’d touch his cock some more…

 

“Go to sleep, Jake,” said Madison, quietly.  “If the cops aren’t on your doorstep in the morning then we have a big day ahead of us.”

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)