Gropes her, what else?

"You know, Eliza, I've always wanted to do this." He said, his hands sliding down her shoulders.

"Do what?" Eliza asked in defiance, gritting her teeth as she spoke.

"You've always been a hot-headed, driven woman, and I've always liked that about you. However, I've always had the urge to break that facade down, to unleash the submissive girl underneath it all."

"I'm not submissive." Eliza resolutely objected.

"No? Do you really want to test me? We could find out, all I'd have to do is ask. Are you confident with what you'd answer?" Eliza opened her mouth to retort but stopped herself, a gesture Jason didn't miss. "So, not so confident now. It's ok, we can work towards that." His hands rubbed up and down her shoulders and arms, sending a chill through Eliza's spine.

"Where did this come from?"

"It's always been here, hidden away from prying eyes. But I just...couldn't let such an opportunity pass. I know you understand, you've already admitted to it." A hand traveled from her arm onto her stomach, pulling her back into him. His other arm slid up her shoulder to her neck, pulling her chin upwards to face him. Eliza looked into his eyes, seeing a side of Jason she didn't know existed. The sly smile on his lips made Eliza tremble underneath him and as much as Eliza glowered up at him, deep down, Eliza wasn't sure she was hating it. The hand around her stomach glided upwards and latched onto one of her breasts, Eliza letting out a startled breath as Jason squeezed softly. He lowered his head slowly, coming in for a kiss and Eliza...didn't resist. Their lips met and a shock of electricity coursed through her. Despite her best efforts, she leaned into the kiss, eagerly returning the passionate gesture. She groaned into his mouth as Jason kept groping her chest, slightly pinching her far too-erect nipples. Her legs squirmed but that was the only resistance she could muster, her head fogging up with conflicting emotions. Jason drew back from the kiss, a small strand of saliva still connecting them as he backed away.

"My, aren't you enjoying yourself." He said with the grin of a snake who found a batch of eggs. "Where did all that fight from before go?"

"Oh fuck you." Jason gave off a smile that slightly unsettled her.

"Oh I plan on it, don't you worry, but not now." Jason suddenly withdrew from her, backing off and leaving a slightly panting Eliza. "As much fun as this is, I have work. You're welcome to stay if you'd like, we can continue where we left off."

"As if." Eliza said defiantly, gaining some of her composure back.

"Suit yourself," Jason said, heading towards the door. "Lock up when you leave." He said with a smirk, walking through the open door, but then stopped. "Oh, and no masturbating until I say so, alright?"

"Why would I want to do that."

"Just a precaution, nothing more." His smirk was the last thing she saw before the door closed in front of him. Eliza was fuming at his audacity. She came to him because she needed his help, only for him to pull this crap...though, she did feel better. Shaking her head, Eliza tried to clear her mind. It was the necklace. She told herself. Jason was wrong about her...right? No, of course he was wrong, she just...hadn't let loose in a while. It's been a few months since she spit with her ex, she was just...craving intimacy, that's all. Quickly putting all of her clothes back on, she heads for the door herself.

Regardless of her tornado of thoughts, she wasn't about to concede to Jason's assertion and wait for him to return, so she started home, making sure she locked the door behind her. I would have done that anyway, he didn't have to tell me to. She grumbled to herself, trotting down the stairs. What makes him think he knows what's going inside of my head? The walk home was only a few blocks, the two living mercifully close to each other. Her mind kept replaying visions of that morning and the night before, Eliza scolding herself each time as she violently shook the thoughts out of her head. Jason was wrong. She kept telling herself. It's the necklace, not me.

"Hey girl, tell me your number." yelled a teen's voice, shaking Eliza out of her mind. The speaker was one of three boys walking down the street opposite her, calling out across the roadway. Eliza simply rolled her eyes and kept walking, hearing the three boys erupt into laughter. Apparently, harassing others was funny to them. Then, it occurred to her, she didn't tell them her number. Normally that wouldn't have been an issue, but with the necklace, that would have been considered an order. Like back with Chris, she would have yelled out her number against her will, but she didn't. A weary smile made it to Eliza's lips, a worry of her being quelled. Jason may still have his perverse control over her, but she was free of the curse of the necklace for the most part. She sighed, at least now she wasn't afraid of saying or doing something stupid or reckless or worse.

Finally making it home, Eliza let out a sigh of relief, now she could finally relax. No Chris, no Jason, just her, by herself, doing what she wanted, and what she wanted was a shower. She felt sticky and sweaty, usually taking a shower right after work, but her trip to Jason's place didn't leave her in much time to do so, considering his games. So, throwing her clothes off, she went and started the shower. The heat running down her body felt nice, it helping soothe the bundle of thoughts inside of her head. She scratched at her neck, the wet fabric of the choker feeling uncomfortable as it clung to her neck. Thankfully, she hadn't started to chaffe from wearing the thing constantly, so that at least hasn't become an issue. She had to admit that it did look nice, it was the reason she had put the damn thing on in the first place. At least it wasn't some gaudy-looking thing, silver linings and all that.

Annoyingly, she found it hard to truly wash herself. Jason's last little order made it so that when she tried to scrub her privates, she would stop halfway through and peel her hand away. She resorted to dabbing at them multiple times, cleaning them the best she could. Eliza scoffed at the annoyance, cursing Jason as she tried to dry herself off, only to run into the same issue. Groaning once more, she wrapped the towel around her to dry off the long way. Poking the power button of her PC, Eliza sat down, turned on some music, and began to write. She had a multitude of stories she was working on simultaneously, and she ended up opening one of her more spicer settings. Eliza didn't dwell on the choice, pinning it on the night before, so she just started to write. All went well for a while as she felt inspired, something that had been somewhat rare as of late. She must have spent a couple of hours sitting at her desk, writing paragraph after paragraph and page after page.

That was, until, she made it to the intimate scene between her two characters. It was an event she had been working towards for a while now, and normally she would have no trouble with it. In terms of writing, she absolutely didn't have any issues, writing away as the two fictional characters made love to each other. It was their first intimate scene since getting together, getting a hotel room to escape the sight of their parents. She wrote about how the man kissed her, caressed her, undressed her. How he lovingly fondled her chest as he kissed her neck. How he laid her down before him, spreading his legs, and...

Eliza abruptly stopped, feeling the necklace take control of herself once again. Looking down, she realized her hand was traveling towards her crotch unconsciously, though the order from before stopped her the moment they touched. Only now did she realize the mistake she had made, her womanly parts aching with need, but Eliza unable to fulfill them. Closing the document, she attempted to distract herself. Playing games, watching videos, listening to music, none of them seemed to fully distract her from her growing desire. Fuck. She swore at herself. Why are you such a dumbass? Suddenly, her phone chimed, startling Eliza. Unlocking her phone, she saw she had 1 unread message.