Throughout the night and into the morning.

Jake spends the next several hours fucking you senseless.
First, he has you on your back. Then, he has you back up on top of him. He throws you on your stomach and rails you into the mattress. You spend the most time like this. It's not until he blows his fourth load of the night all over you that he falls down beside you and passes out, freeing you from him for tonight.
You spend some time just laying there, Jake snoring beside you, staring out at the city before nodding off.

You're woken up by the sound of clattering pots and pans in the other room. But when you turn over, Jake is still slumbering beside you. You lift up his arm, which was draped across you, and get out of bed. But, you feel so... sticky.
Taking a quick glance in the closet mirror, you see that you are absolutely filthy. It almost entirely dried cum, caked around your tits and ass. Your hair is slick with the stuff as well. You can't help but recoil when you sniff under your armpit. You haven't bathed in a while, even before being brought here. They had shut off the water in your old apartment shortly before you got kicked out of there. Which led to your current situation. Not directly, but still.

You step out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Inside, there is a man cooking breakfast.
He's a black guy. A big one. Taller than Jake is. Built too. Clearly he works out. He's dressed formally, but not by much. A white shirt, grey vest and some slacks.
You grab his attention by saying, "Um... Hello?"
He turns to look at you. "Oh, good morning!"
This guy's voice sounds so familiar...
"Have we met?" you say to him.
He says to you, "Not formally. I'm Al, Mr. Meadows personal assistant. I do whatever he needs me to do, whenever he wants me to do it."
You lean on the kitchen island. "Yeah, I wouldn't know anything about that..."
Al chuckles at that. "Ha, well, not like that. I grab stuff for him, set up meetings-"
"Cook him breakfast?"
Al removes a pan filled with scrambled eggs off of the stove. "Mr. Meadows runs through a lot of staff. In fact, he fired his housekeeper a few days before he bought you."
"Am I supposed to replace them?" you ask.
Al replies, "No, that's my job. Until I hire a replacement, that is." and serves up some eggs onto a plate.
"Great. The job I do have is tough enough..."

Almost as an answer to that, somebody smacks your ass.
"Morning, slut!" Jake says. "God, you must be sore after last night. I know I would be if I got the hammering you did."
You don't even bother saying anything to him, rolling your eyes instead.
"Speaking of which..." Jake, also naked, points down at his cock.
"Seriously?" You say. "Last night wasn't enough? I mean, you're not even hard."
Jake replies "I know. That's why I have you." and pushes your head down, forcing you to your knees.
You start stroking him off. Above you, Jake starts up a conversation with his aide.
"So, Al, what's on the schedule for today?"
"Well, Sir, you have a meeting with the people from Stark-Fujikawa at noon, then you have to go down to the lab and see Dr. Reynolds about that progress report."
Jake grabs the back of your head and shoves his cock into your mouth. He uses your head like a sex-toy, his cock continually hitting the back of your throat.
"That's great. Can we pencil, ngh, in a meeting with Kara at some point? I wanted her to, ngh, help me pick out something for this one to wear."
"Sure thing, Sir." Says Al. "You better eat sir, we need to get going."
"Of course. Let me just finish up here."
He pulls you off of his shaft and you breath deeply. He quickly jerks himself off, still holding you by the hair.
You manage to say "You gotta let me catch my breath, man!" before he pops, shooting cum onto your face.
He lets go of you and you drop to the floor, a little light headed from that quick face-fuck.

You pant, trying to get your bearings. Jake takes a seat and starts eating breakfast.
You say, "Hey!" up at him, trying to get his attention.
He looks back at you. "What?"
"Um, I had a question."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Can I use the pool?"
He looks at you with confusion. "Why wouldn't you?"
You clarify. "I can't. I tried to go up there and my legs gave out."
Jake is intrigued by this. "Hmn, that's interesting. I guess your conditioning counts that as leaving the house."
"I figured that. I want to know if you'll..." You sigh at have to say it like this. "Ugh... Will you let me go up there?"
Jake chuckles at this. "Here's a question of my own: Why?"
You answer that with "Well, the way I see it, if I'm going to be stuck here all day by myself, I might as well pick up a hobby or two. Like swimming."
Jake thinks on it for a second.
"Okay, sure. You may use the pool whenever you want. There. Happy?"
"As a clam."
"Right... Oh, uh, you should probably clean up a little before hand. You're a little... grody."
You couldn't agree more.

Soon enough, Jake get's dressed and leaves for the day, Al following him. Leaving you alone once again.