A/N This chapter was part of a longer chapter which I haven't quite finished but then I realised that I could end it earlier and at least keep the momentum going by posting a little earlier. You guys probably think I'm never going to pay out, and I seem to have lost a few reviewers so maybe I'm dragging it out too long, however i'm doing it mainly to try to help develop their relationship - so it's all for a worthy cause. Perhaps the father theme in the last chapter put a few people off - Even though the last chapter got less attention, those of you who did review gave some great feedback, and I might go back and do a little editing to take it into account - so it might be worth reading over again in the next few days. Hope you enjoy this, it felt like a good chapter to write.

Chapter 11 - Surprises

The sudden sight of his naked and aroused body shocked her senses, and she regained her bodily control in an instant. Lisa sat up quickly and almost in the same moment Jackson crawled up over her. With his arms blocking her exit on either side, she tried to scramble up the chair away from him, before he took a hold of one leg at the calf, yanking it back down under him.

"Face it Lisa, if I hadn't come along you would have been in relationship limbo for God knows how long, and probably ended up as daddies little nursemaid. You needed this, and you oughta be thanking me properly."

"Jackson enough!" Even she was surprised at the confidence and firmness of the tone with which she spoke. She was ready for this tactic now, it wouldn't work a second time. And without hesitation, Jackson went in with Plan B.

"Enough what Leese, oh, you mean you've come already?"

She blushed crimson, as the shame washed over her, and suddenly she sounded plaintive again.

"Don't"

"Don't what? Don't give you the greatest pleasure you've ever known, and then offer you more of the same? Just think, you've only had the entree', imagine what seconds might do for you?"

He dragged her down further and guided himself to take a swipe at her crotch, coming up covered in juices.

"You are so ready for this Leese"

Lisa's thoughts raced through her head at a million miles. She had to think, and stop letting him manipulate her. Forget being ashamed, he was using it against her. Forget all of her feelings. What would make him most likely to stop? She was straining against him still, propped up on her elbows under him, trying desperately to keep her knees together. Jackson reared up on his knees, wrapped each of his arms around her thighs, dragged them apart and pulled them around him, bringing her pelvis up to his.

Lisa suddenly stopped struggling and allowed her body to corpse around him, turning her head to the side, allowing her arms and legs to go floppy. She felt him hesitate, then his face was close to hers, and his breath feathered her cheek.

"Look at me"

Jackson took her chin in his hand and turned her head to face him. Lisa kept her expression blank, she could see him, but internally she forced herself to think of something off putting, the worst used hotel room she had ever seen, the ones covered in condoms and urine. Vomiting teenagers. Anything to avoid engagement. But her first sight saw Jackson narrow his eyes and she felt him kiss her cheek and then neck, very tenderly, and then briefly skim her breasts. The she felt something very soft and velvety press down on her clit and a warm glow of pleasure spread through her body, and she knew Jackson would observe the redness and the glow, but she just kept concentrating on vomiting teenagers she'd once had to bar from the hotel, and as she felt the sensation recede, a wilful part of her suddenly grew in confidence. Very slowly, Jackson slid himself down to be almost inside her, a horse in its gate, waiting to go.

She felt him close over her again, crouched and poised over her body, and as he turned her head to face him again, she was shocked by the escalation of lust in his eyes but instead of being intimidated, a part of her thrilled with the victory, she was getting to him. Lisa wanted him inside her so badly, to the core of her being she wanted him to plunge himself into her, but the Reisert stubbornness had been engaged, and God help her, she would not let herself react, no matter how intense the sensation.

Jackson's expression became angrier and angrier as he noticed her conviction, and he remained, ready to fuck her with his whole physicality, and she, ready to be fucked, but in complete disengagement with any emotional or physical response, though she knew she was wet through, and so did he.

For a full minute, they endured, until finally, through gritted teeth, Jackson said, "you won't be able to keep it up"

With slow breath and steady resolve, she replied, "perhaps not, but then again, as you've pointed out, I've come already"

"You'll beg me in the end"

"Maybe, but not now"

"What's the fucking point Lisa, when we both know you want to, in fact, if I hadn't stopped for a moment to look at you, right now you'd be yelling my name out for me to push my cock further inside you"

"At the end of the day, a deal's a deal, and you promised you wouldn't fuck me for two days Jackson, unless I ask you to"

"Ask me to"

"No"

She felt his fingers back on her clit, teasing it, and fought herself internally, no, she would not let him do this to her, she would fight him every step, the fucking complacent asshole.

"Dammit Leese, this is fucking insane"

"Yes it is"

"Ask me to"

"No"

Jackson stared into her determined eyes, pissed off in the extreme, and for a moment she thought he was going to fuck her anyway.

Internally she doubted that she would, as he said, be able to keep it up. Feeling him so close to her, it was all she could do to prevent herself from straining herself forward to enclose him. But she maintained the bluff, not changing her expression. She knew she looked determined but detached enough to be convincing, knowing that even if he did fuck her now, she still would have won somehow, his having broken their strange compact would somehow slide the scales her way. She almost wished for him to do it, not just because her desire for him wanted her to, but because she would be able to use it as ammunition in their inevitable future battles.

Jackson suddenly slumped his body down on hers, releasing its tension, and let out a strange and guttural cry, before slowly easing away from her, sitting back on his heels.

Seeing the barely contained lust in his eyes she immediately unwrapped herself from him and brought her knees up to curl into a ball in front of him. Jackson's gaze remained deadlocked upon her, and he was still unmistakeably aroused. In a voice of deep strain, he muttered.

"You will ask me'

Lisa didn't reply, just watched him to see how he was going to cope with her small victory.

"You're on the brink of asking me now"

Again, she didn't dare venture anything. He assessed her for a moment longer, thinking, like he was considering changing his mind. Finally, he groaned again.

"Jesus Leese, you fucking cock tease ball breaker"

Shaking his head, he got off the chair, turned and began walking steadily down towards the water. Lisa watched his beautiful body recede before her and let out a deep breath. She had beaten him, if only for a moment. Physically she was frustrated beyond belief but this was surpassed by the elation which now flooded her being. Watching him walk away from her, she felt . . . almost, affectionate towards him in that moment. As she watched, she saw him glance over his shoulder at her for a brief moment, and although his expression was too far away for her to analyse, she knew he was checking up on her response to his decision. The fact that he was doing this for a moment halted her elation, as she thought about it. Jackson didn't make any decisions that weren't to his advantage. Was this the case here? No, he was obviously so frustrated, she couldn't believe this was the outcome he was hoping for. Once he had swum a small distance away she got off the chair and retrieved her scattered articles of clothing, she would have dearly loved a swim but she didn't dare go in.

Bringing all of her clothes back to the chair she dressed quickly. Noticing Jackson's clothes crumpled on the sand she picked them up and shook them out, laying them out on the chair for him. This reminded her that Jackson would soon be back, naked in front of her, he looked like he was already beginning slowly to make his way out of the water. Retrieving her shoes, she decided to go up onto the jetty, stopping to sit on the end and gaze across the lake. It occurred to her that a few days earlier she would have seen this as a golden opportunity to run, but she felt certain she would just get caught, and the thought of Jackson's potential reaction to this was too much to bear.

Looking out across the glorious landscape, for a moment she wished she could spend her life in this place, and it occurred to her that even if she did manage to get back to the mainland, she could never return to her old life in Miami, and whether she like it or not, Jackson had changed her destiny. What was strange to her, was that she was not resentful about this, provided she was able to believe that ultimately, she would regain her independence. It was hard not to believe that eventually, over time, Jackson wouldn't slip up, or she wouldn't discover some sort of loop hole, in his arrangements, she knew this might be a long way off, but surely he couldn't possibly maintain her imprisonment, indefinitely.

"You surprise me"

Jackson sat down beside her. She turned her head and smiled at him, quite willingly, and made no rejoinder. She knew why he was surprised, he had been too confident, too sure that making her come would mean she would not be able to stop him from screwing her, he had taken his time to enjoy her, interrupting their momentum, giving her pause to gather her strength.

He didn't seem angry any more, in fact it seemed like he was almost pleased with her, you were just too good, she recalled his comments about her again, was this really why he had taken her? Because she could beat him, when no-one else even tried, and somehow he liked this, and respected it, at the same time as he wanted to crush it. Despite all this, she couldn't always hate him, and right now she almost liked him.

Jackson held out his hand, she gave him hers, he held it in his lap, fooling with it, and for a few moments they sat in silence looking out over the lake together.