The town had started treating Vivienne like she’d always been there. She now wore boots with dirt on them. She helped set up the community center’s fundraiser. She kissed Jack in public—and no one dared comment. Her transformation wasn’t just physical—it was spiritual. She’d been undone by Jack Johnson, and now she was part of the mountain. One more woman changed by the man with rough hands and soft silence.
But Vivienne hadn’t forgotten everything she’d come from.
Especially not Arielle.
She pulled up to the cabin just after sunset, driving Jack’s spare truck—hair tied back, cheeks glowing with anticipation. Jack had been working shirtless again in the workshop, arms dusted with sawdust, sweat trailing between the ridges of his back.
He looked up when she stepped out.
She wasn’t alone.
Arielle stepped out from the passenger side—twenty-one, fresh-faced but sensual in that deliberate, dangerous way. Long dark hair down her back in soft waves, full hips under a sundress that danced in the breeze, and eyes—nervous, excited, hungry.
Jack straightened, slow and deliberate. His presence alone made Arielle freeze.
Vivienne walked around the truck, slid her hand around Jack’s waist.
“I brought you something,” she whispered, lips brushing his shoulder. “A little gift. For everything you’ve done. For me. For this town.”
Jack’s eyes remained on Arielle. The way she fidgeted. The way her eyes darted between them. The way her thighs pressed together beneath her dress.
“Who is she?” he asked, voice low.
Vivienne smiled. “Her name is Arielle. I’ve known her a few years… she was a student of mine, in a way. A quick learner. Curious. She’s been asking about you since I got here.”
Jack raised a brow.
“She knows?”
Vivienne nodded. “She knows exactly what you are. And what you do.”
Jack turned to Arielle.
“You come here on your own?”
Arielle swallowed. Nodded. “Yes, sir.”
His mouth twitched at the “sir.”
“Good,” he said. “Then come inside. And don’t lie to me.”
Inside the Cabin
The air was thick with cedar and sex. Jack poured a bourbon. Arielle sat on the edge of the couch, spine straight, trying not to show how nervous she was. Vivienne leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her drink, watching like she was already wet.
Jack finally turned to her.
“You’ve had Vivienne before?”
Arielle blushed, nodding. “Yes. A few times.”
“And she told you what happens here?”
“She told me… you’re different.” Her voice cracked a little. “That you take what you want. And you don’t let go.”
Jack stepped forward. Arielle’s breath hitched. She looked up at him like prey. Jack crouched in front of her, one hand on her thigh.
“Do you want this?” he asked. “Or are you just curious?”
Arielle licked her lips. “I want it. I want you.”
Vivienne exhaled slowly. “She’s ready, Jack. And she’s yours.”
That was all he needed.
The Unveiling
Jack rose to his full height and stood before Arielle.
“Stand up.”
She obeyed.
“Take off the dress.”
She hesitated—just a second—but then slipped the straps off her shoulders. The sundress fell in a whisper to the floor, revealing a sheer black thong and no bra. Her breasts were full, perky, and her nipples peaked in the cool air.
Jack reached out, cupped one breast, thumb flicking the nipple.
“Soft,” he murmured. “Young.”
Arielle whimpered.
Vivienne approached from behind, wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist, hands sliding over her stomach, up to her breasts.
“She’s been waiting for this,” Vivienne said. “Touching herself at night thinking about what you’d do to her.”
Jack grabbed a fistful of Arielle’s hair, pulled her head back gently, and kissed her—deep, possessive, devouring.
Arielle moaned.
Jack pulled away. “Get on your knees.”
She dropped instantly.
Vivienne stepped aside, watching as Arielle reached for Jack’s belt, her fingers trembling.
He let her work it open. Let her pull his jeans down. When his cock sprang free, thick and hard and heavy, Arielle gasped softly—then looked up with worship in her eyes.
Vivienne knelt beside her, whispering instructions in her ear. “Wrap your lips around him, baby. Just like I taught you.”
Arielle obeyed.
Her mouth wrapped around Jack slowly, reverently. Her tongue curled under the shaft. Jack groaned low, resting a hand on her head as she took more… and more…
Vivienne stroked Arielle’s hair, kissing her shoulder. “Good girl… That’s it…”
Jack grunted, hips beginning to move. He didn’t thrust—he guided. Taught. Controlled.
And Arielle surrendered beautifully.
Claimed Together
Jack lifted Arielle like she weighed nothing, laying her back on the thick wood table in the center of the room. He spread her thighs, thumb brushing her soaked slit.
“She’s ready,” Vivienne whispered. “She’s begging for it.”
Jack entered her in one slow, thick stroke.
Arielle cried out, legs wrapping around him, nails digging into his arms. Her eyes fluttered as her body stretched to accommodate his size.
He fucked her slow—measured. Letting her feel everything. Vivienne kissed Arielle’s mouth, whispering filth, teasing her nipples, fingering herself as Jack claimed her.
Then he bent her over the table. Fucked her harder. Rougher.
Her cries turned into sobs of pleasure.
Vivienne kissed Jack’s neck as he pounded into the girl. “You’re such a beast when you want to be.”
“I want to be,” he growled.
And he came deep inside Arielle, his hands gripping her hips, groaning as her body shook around him.
After
They collapsed together—tangled, breathless, undone.
Vivienne curled up beside Arielle, stroking her hair. Jack stood over them, dominant, calm, satisfied.
Arielle looked up, dazed and glowing. “That was… everything.”
Jack smirked.
Vivienne kissed her. “I told you. Jack fixes people.”
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