Miranda couldn't help but leer at Jack. She was so sexy. Not as feminine as the other women she fucked, but beautiful in her own unique way. And so scantily clad.

"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that." Jack said.

"I-It's because...I-I'm a lesbian." Miranda said.

"So that's why you've always been such a bitch to me. You've wanted to fuck me, but you didn't know how to deal with that shit." Jack said. She was coming closer and Miranda was quickly growing wet.

"Ye-yes...please. Will you?" Miranda said. She was begging, for some reason, she felt so utterly powerless. Jack looked her up and down, the scrutiny causing Miranda to whimper. She just wanted Jack to to fuck her. She needed it.

"Fine." She said with a heavy sigh.

"Y-you will?" Miranda asked.

"Yes. But things are going to have to change around here." Jack said walking closer.

"Of course. Anything." Miranda said. Jack, pushed her against the counter. Miranda whimpering as Jacks' hand strayed to her vagina, her fingers stroking Miranda's clit.

"I get to do what I want, when I want." Jack said.

"Y-yes. Of course." Miranda said.

"And you want complain about it. You won't mouth off one bit." Jack said.

"Y-yes." Miranda said, in between her groans and whimpers.

"In fact, you won't say a bad word about me to anyone. To you, I'm the perfect woman. If anyone asks about me, you'll say so." Jack said, fingering Miranda vigorously.

"Y-Yes. I-I will." Miranda said.

"Of course you will. Because your my bitch now, isn't that right?" Jack said, beginning to tweak Miranda's nipples, again to a positive vocal response from the Cerberus operative.

"I-I'm your bitch." Miranda said, barely able to get the words out.

"You'll do whatever I ask, whenever I ask. If I want you to dress up like a slutty cheerleader, or a nurse, or I want you to walk around stark naked, you'll have to do it. " Jack said. Miranda nodded vigorously, her ass was colliding hard with the counter. She was going to be sore as hell after this but she really didn't care.

"If I want you to go down on me, or if I want to strap on a huge fucking strap on and pound your ass, or if I want to scissor the fuck out of you, you'll do it. Whenever I want." Jack said. Again Miranda nodded, barely holding on as Jack was knuckles deep into her vagina.

"Your my bitch now. So you do as I say." Jack said. Another nod.

"Promise me." Jack said.

"Uh huh." Miranda said. She was so close.

"Promise me. I need to hear the words or I won't let you get off. Say the words." Jack said.

"Oh God! I promise! I promise!" Miranda said and she kept saying her promise as the orgasm rolled through her body.

Jack withdrew her knuckles from Miranda, as Miranda pretty much collapsed to the floor. Jack took a look at her wet fingers and then took a lick.

"Hm. You don't taste half bad there, Cheerleader." Jack said.

"Th-thank you." Miranda said, breathing heavily.

"Don't mention it. But I'm holding you to all that." Jack said, eyeing Miranda's nude form. It was looking better and better to her.

"Miranda! We've got the cure-" Jacob said, bursting into the room. His eyes passing from Jack to Miranda and quickly back to Jack.

"Cure?" Jack asked. Jacob sighed.

"Your going to have to come with me too." He said.