Author: SerenaJ
Title: Rachael and JD
Part: Chapter 13
Universe: Reedville and The Davidson Fishery
Summary: How can you tell if a lawyer really wants to marry you?
He makes you sign a contract.
Keywords: MF, cons, rom, piv, oral, interr (HF/WM)


Chapter 13: Legally Bound

Rachael admired herself in the mirror.  She loved dressing up for
JD – finding sexy lingerie, revealing dresses, skirts so short
she didn’t even have to bend over.  Today was new for her.  She
found an adult clothing shop among the trendy U Street boutiques
and they carried non-piercing jewelry.  She bought a matching set
of nipple rings and a clit clip.  Sparkly purple beads now
squeezed her nipples delightfully making them strain against her
light silk shirt.  They were clearly visible.  She shivered with
the thrill of it.

After playing with the nipple rings, the clit clip was much
harder to put on – she was so wet, it kept sliding off. 
Eventually, she got it hooked around the hood properly.  She had
originally thought it was supposed to clip on to her clit
directly.  It did not work but she had a great deal of pleasure
trying.  Finally, she found the trick; the clip slid over the
hood, causing the clit to protrude further than normal.  The two
strands of purple beads hanging down teased her unmercifully. 
The large end bead of one nestled naughty in her anus, the other
in her slit.  Each step caused something to rub against her
sending spasms of pleasure through her body.  It was almost too
much to stand.

The jewelry matched the new shelf bra and crotch-less panties. 
The whole set was over the top but, frankly, watching JD’s eyes
pop when she wore things like this brought her as much joy as the
sex it usually lead to.

She called JD on her way back to her car.

“Well, hello, Willow.  I was just thinkin’ ‘bout you.”

“I was just thinking about you too.  Where are you?”

“On the road, on my way ta Falls Church.  Left a file in my
office and damned if-n that ain’t the one file I need tonight. 
Where are you?”

“Still in the city.  I could meet you at the house?”

“I be there, ‘bout an hour.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

She hung up, and stopped once on the way out to pick up an order
of ribs at JD’s favorite barbeque place.

“Well, ain’t you a sight fo’ sor’ eyes.” JD smiled and took the
bag as she walked through the door.  He only took a few steps
away before he laughed at her indignant expression, “Oh I guess
I’m glad ta see you too.”  He looped an arm around her and pulled
her in for a passionate kiss.

“You best be.” She remarked icily.

“Oh, hush up.” He led the way to the kitchen and they ate
informally at the kitchen table.  After, JD begged off doing
dishes, saying that he had paperwork to attend to. “Come to my
office when you done, though, I got somethin’ fo’ ya.”  He said
with a kiss.

“I’ve got something for you to.” she smiled, imagining his
response.

“Well, then, you just hurry along.” He gave her a firm spank and
left.

It was amazing how different he was between home and work.  At
the office, he was reserved, almost repressed, never showing any
intensity of any kind.  A mild approval or disapproval was all
any one ever received giving JD a reputation of cold, disdainful
arrogance and leaving many of her friends to wonder what she saw
in him.  Working with him closely over the years had given her
more insight and she had seen that ‘still waters ran deep’ – that
he felt things far more intently than he liked to show them.  She
learned to judge the silences before he responded to a comment or
situation.  At home, however, he was a different man – playful,
affectionate, expressive, loud even.  She used to wonder how much
it would take to get him to open up and express his feelings to
her.  Now she wondered how he managed to keep it all contained
for any amount of time at all.

When she finished in the kitchen, she tapped lightly on his
office door.  “Come in, Miss. Sullivan.”  Somehow, what ever he
called her in the rest of the world, she was still ‘Miss
Sullivan’ when he was at work.  She found him at his desk,
reviewing paperwork. “Please have a seat; I’ll be with you in
just a moment.”

Almost a fully professional tone.  Rachael sat down.  Whatever he
wanted to discuss was business not pleasure.

Finally, he cleared his throat, “I am sorry to keep you waiting.
I wanted to give a final review of this document before I
presented it to you.”

“What is it?”

“Well, actually, there are a number of documents we should review
this evening.  I meet with George and Chris Hopewell today.”
Hopewell was JD personal attorney.  George handled much of JD’s
personal finances along with the Davidson Fishery accounts. 
“First, I want to be sure that you are fully assured of my deep
love for you.” He paused, “You know that, right?  I love you more
than life itself.”

She felt her eyes well up even as she blushed.  Finances, legal
paperwork and professions of abiding love.  JD had a pre-nuptial
agreement.  How can you tell if a lawyer really wants to marry
you?  He makes you sign a contract.  “I know.” She couldn’t stop
the smile that grew across her face. “I love you too.”

He smiled warmly, “Glad ta hear it.” He cleared his throat again,
‘Now. As you well know, I have a rather large family…”

“…Really? I hadn’t noticed…”

“Hush up, now, I’m serious here.  My eventual estate will be of
modest size but a considerable portion of what appear to be my
assets are actually held by The Davidson Family Trust so there
ain’t much I can offer you when I pass on.”

“JD, I really don’t care…”

“Not now, perhaps.  But you are young and you will survive me…”

“JD…”

“You will, Miss Sullivan, unless there is some unforeseen
tragedy.  In which case, I will not survive you fo’ long.”

“Julius…” She hated talking about him dying even if she did know
the truth of it.

“If you would hush up an’ let me finish, you can whine at me all
ya want.”  She made a face at him but kept quiet.  “Thank you. 
Now.  My personal assets are limited to the cash in my accounts,
this house and my car, and a few odds an’ end of stock holdings,
401k, an’ such.  My point is that, I have more heirs than assets
and have had to make some hard decisions.

He hesitated then pushed the first document toward her. “This is
a-“ He stopped as Rachael took the pages, and without reading,
flipped to the signature page.  He snatched the pages from her
hand before she could sign them, “What are you doing?”

“Signing the pre-nup.” She rolled her eyes.  In all honesty, she
could care less about his money.  If she had a job and a roof,
all the rest could go to the boys. “JD, really, it’s not that big
a deal.”

“I’m surprised at you.  You have no idea to what you are
agreein’.  I could have a clause sayin’ you need ta run around
naked from now on.”

Rachael considered that idea; she knew no such clause would be
there, but the idea was entertaining – she was tempted to strip
now just because he suggested it.  JD must have been following a
similar line of thought because after a moment he leered at her,
“Hand me that pen uh moment.”

“Too late!”  she laughed.

“Huh.  Nevertheless, my point is, even with me, I don’t want you
signin’ contracts you ain’t read yet, clear?”

“Clear.”

“Alright, then.  This is as you surmised, a pre-nuptial agreement
specifying three stipulations that I have been advised to
require.  One, as is standard, in such things, all assets and or
liabilities acquired prior to the date of our marriage shall
remain as titled throughout our marriage.  In other words, if
it’s yours now, it shall remain yours and if it’s mine now, it
shall remain mine.  This clause needs your initials right here to
allow George to pull both of our credit reports and criminal
records.” JD had already place his nearly illegible ‘JDEJD’ next
to the paragraph.  Rachael added her simple ‘RMS’ and he pointed
to the next paragraph. “This indicates that you have been
excluded from my last will and testament and that you are aware
that you have been excluded from my last will and testament and
that you agree to be excluded from my final estate.”

That was not standard.  That was bordering on cruel.  The family
must still believe she was there for his money to request such a
clause.  And JD must harbor no small amount of doubt himself to
agree to it.  She initialed the paragraph and waited for him to
go on.

He took a breath, “Finally, the document stipulates that when our
marriage ends – regardless of reason, death or divorce – you
shall have claim to only such assets that were obtained after the
marriage date and are held jointly by us.”

It was a harsh agreement.  It was one that presumed that she was
a gold digger.  She initialed the last paragraph, and signed and
dated the signature page before pushing the entire document
across the desk.

“George left out the insurance policies.”

JD looked sick as he took the contract back and signed it
himself, “All of my life insurance policies list the Davidson
Family Trust as their beneficiary.”

“Oh.  Convenient.  Remind me to thank George for his vote of
confidence.”

“There is a reason fo’ this, Willow…”

“I don’t care, JD, I’m not marrying you for money.  But it would
be nice if you’d all consider trusting me.”  She saw his jaw
shift under his beard and knew he was biting back what he wanted
to say.  “Nevermind.” She tried to smile, “What’s next?”

“My will.” He said, almost expressionless. “You may read it if
you care to.  The pertinent clause is the exclusion on page six.
You need to initial it.”

She scanned the document briefly.  Any asset not going
specifically to family or close friends went to the Trust.  She
signed the exclusion and handed the document back.  He took it
with no comment and handed her two signature cards. “These are to
make you a signer on my bank accounts.  Note that they are
effective immediately.”

She paused before signing, “So…”

“So, yes, these accounts predate the marriage and therefore are
affected by neither the pre-nuptial nor the will.”  The cards,
one for a bank and the other his investment firm made her the
unrestricted joint account holder on all of his cash accounts. 
She wasn’t familiar with the investment accounts; those statement
usually when directly to George’s office but the checking account
usually had a balance around $10,000.  “The bank is sending out a
card and new checks an’ so forth so as I get these back to them.”

“George approved this?” she asked with more bitterness than she
intended.

“George is my advisor not my father.”

She looked away and signed the cards. “I’ll go to my bank
tomorrow and get a signature card for you.”

“Actually, I would advise you to have your legal council draw up
a contract to protect your assets.”

“JD, you are my legal council.”

“Then I advise you to leave all of your assets in your name
alone.”

“Because?”

“Because it will exclude them unequivocally from probate.”

“Julius!” She snapped, “Unless there’s something you haven’t told
me, you’re not going to drop dead tomorrow.  Can we at least get
married before you plan my widowhood?”

He looked at her for a long time before he answered. “No, we
can’t.  I may not make it to the wedding.  Tomorrow’s not
promised.  Hell, I’m lucky to make it ta bedtime.  We goin’ inta
this knowin’ that we don’t have forever.  Most women wonder if-n
they gonna get that call one day; you know fo’ uh fact it’s gonna
happen.  Ain’t no need ta pretend or hide.  Now, there’s only
couple more things here an’ then you can show me what you wanted
ta show me.”  The comment made her remember the jewelry and she
shivered as she became aware again of the continuous titillation.
 Before she could get lost in the sensation, JD handed her
another form.  “This is your copy.  Put it wherever your
permanent financial records are.”

“What is it?”  She reviewed the document.  It appeared to be the
deed to the house they were in but the owner was listed as
herself. “JD, what is this?”

“It’s the deed to your house.”

“JD, I don’t own a house.  And I don’t want this one.  It should
go to one of the boys or the Trust.  I won’t sign it.”

She slid the paper back toward JD but he stopped it. “Now, you
see?  This is why you should read what you signing fo’ you sign
it.”  She felt her jaw drop.  She signed things for him so often
– as a witness or notary – she had stopped even seeing them, just
taking his word and signing what he needed.  He grinned slowly,
“’Bout a month back.  It was one of about six properties needed
ta be witnessed and notarized fo’ my friend Josh.”

Josh had come to the house in Reedville claiming that his
secretary was on vacation and asking if JD knew of a notary.  The
documents had been virtually identical – only the property names
had varied.  She had signed them so fast, JD had bragged about
her efficiency.  She picked up the deed again.  It had the state
seal on it – the property was hers.

“I wanted to make sure that no matter what, my Willow has room
an’ board.  The rest, the Trust will see to.”  She was
overwhelmed, close to tears.  He gave her the house.  “Now, it’s
not as much of my total assets as I’d like; it’s not a fair share
but, well…” he hesitated.

“I understand.” She got up and moved around the desk to sit on
his knee. “Heirs of the body first.  Your boys and their kids. 
This is too much for just me.”

“Like it’ll be just you fo’ long.” He teased.

“JD!” she huffed then turned serious. “It’ll be just you
forever.”

He chuckled, “I’ll be lucky if-n it’s just me while I’m still
here.  You likely already got the next one down in the basement.”

“Oh right.  Right next to your next woman.”

“Me?”

“Don’t play innocent with me.  I’ve seen your eyes every time we
go past a high school.” He scowled.  “And don’t think I haven’t
noticed you flirting with that girl over at that bar and grill
you love so much.”

“Chrissie is a lovely young woman.”

“Christine is way too young for you.”

“There, now ya see?  I don’t even know the child’s name.”

“I’ll bet you don’t know her face either, but you could find her
ass in a line up.”

“Willow!”  he almost sounded shocked, “I have never known you to
be jealous.”

“I just wish you’d share your toys.”

He pulled her up onto the desk and leaned her back, “Oh, trust
me, if-n I’d had that one, you’d’a been right with me.”  He
kissed her deeply.  “But since you put that thought in my head, I
can’t help but find it an enticing idea.”

“You find any thought an enticing idea.” She started working on
the buttons of his shirt.

“That may be true.” He conceded between kisses. “Make another
suggestion an’ let’s test the theory.”

“Ok.  Open my shirt.”

“Too easy.  I can already see you wearing one of those harlot- oh
my, my, my!” he opened her shirt fully and stepped back.  “I’m
just gonna presume that this is the surprise you had fo’ me.”

“I hope you like it.”

“Well now, let’s get a good look at it.”  He stepped back to let
her stand up and slipped her pants off her.  “Glory, glory.  Look
at you.”

“Take a closer look.” she said lifting one foot and putting it on
the seat of his chair.  He knelt down slowly.

“Now, you are something else, woman.  You know that?” He gave the
beads a gentle pull, which dislodged the strand in her slit.  He
swiped it with his tongue.  “Now there’s uh gem uh man can
appreciate.”  He ran his tongue along the length of the strand
and she felt the corresponding vibrations.

“Oh, JD.” She groaned, “don’t tease.”

He laughed softly, darkly, “Oh but I must.”  He kept his tongue
on the beads, down the length of her slit and around the hood of
her clit but avoided more sensitive locations until she was
whimpering, leaning back on his desk.  He stood, long enough to
sweep their financial lives out of the way, settle her hips on
the desk, and sat comfortably in his chair to eat her thoroughly.
 He used the beads and his tongue the find her g-spot and groaned
loudly when she came, drenching his face.

With one hand, he opened his pants and pulled his cock through
his boxers.  Then he gave her hips a tug.  She took the hint and
sat in his lap, putting one knee on the seat beside him and
swinging the other leg over the arm of the chair.

She lowered herself on to him and they both groaned.  JD held her
waist and tapped the tip of her distended nipple with the tip of
his tongue.  She gasped and cooed.  He alternated between left
and right – eventually knocking both nipple rings off as she
bounced up and down.  They were nearing a joint climax when the
phone rang.

“Damn!” JD swore.  “Grab that.” He tilted the chair toward the
phone.

“Wha?” Rachael was a little disoriented but pressed the
speakerphone button.

“Yes, George?” JD snapped harshly.

“Hey, Uncle Julius.  I just want’d ta call, see how it went with
Miss Rachael t’night.”

“It went fine. Just fine.”

“She sign it all?”

“I told she would.”

“You did, you did.”

“That all you needed?”

“Yeah.  That’s about it.  But while I got you on the line,” JD
moaned softly into Rachael’s shoulder and she stifled a giggle,
“you wouldn’t happen to have her social security number handy,
would you?  If-n she signed it all, I don’t see no reason not to
put her on the Trust’s beneficiary list now.”

“Neither do I.  Give the man yo’ number, Willow.”

“Hey George.” She told him the number. “Anything else?”

“Nope, that about do it for me.  Uncle Julius, you gonna be
down-“

JD cut him off, “George, lemme call ya back tomorrow.  This is a
rather inopportune moment and, frankly, we’re busy.  Good night,
son.”  JD leaned so far to cut the line he nearly tipped over the
chair.  “Oh God, I want you.”  She giggled as he slipped them off
the chair and onto the floor.

Not gentle, not slow.  He pounded into her, lifting her hips to
plunge deeper.  Rachael could no longer tell when an orgasm
started or ended; they seemed to continuously roll though her
until JD finally cried out and came deep inside her.

He exhaled, “Whew!  Oh Lord, woman.  You gonna need ta buy uh few
mo’ pair uh them.”

“Which, the undies or the jewelry?”

“Both.  An’ I’ll have ta find something appropriate ta match
‘em.”

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