Title: Beginnings
Summary: Prequel to ″Reconciliation.″ Jack's first time with each of his subs.
Rating: AO for graphic sex, violence, and mature themes.
Fic Word Count: 34,444
Fic Pairings: Jack Harkness/Toshiko Sato, Jack Harkness/OFC, Suzie Costello/Toshiko Sato, Jack Harkness/Suzie Costello/Toshiko Sato, Jack Harkness/Owen Harper, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness/Gwen Cooper/Rhys Williams
Fic Contains: biting, blood play mention, blowjobs, bondage, caning, canon character death mention, casual drug use discussion, clamps, cunnilingus, Dom controlling a sub's clothing, exhibitionism, Fetish clothes, fingering, first time with a man, gags, handjobs, one night stands, orgasm denial, PIV sex, sensory deprivation (blindfolds), sexuality discussion, spanking, threesomes, vampire gloves, violence mention, voyeurism
Fic Warnings: canon character death discussion, casual racism (outside of the main pairing), fetishization (outside of the main pairing), suicide contemplation, unwanted non-sexual touches (outside of the main pairing)
Chapter Number: One
Chapter Word Count: 6,404
Chapter Pairings: Jack Harkness/Toshiko Sato, Jack Harkness/OFC
Chapter Contains: bondage, spanking, one night stands, biting, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, voyeurism, fingering, clamps, exhibitionism
Chapter Warnings: unwanted non-sexual touches (outside of the main pairing), casual racism (outside of the main pairing), fetishization (outside of the main pairing)
At the request of her hosts, Tosh had left everything but her knickers in a neatly folded pile by the door. She was now standing nearly-naked in a stranger's living room, watching a heavily tattooed man with still-bleeding lash marks on his back get fucked on the coffee table and trying not to pay too much attention to the staggered breaths and occasional yelping that came from behind the door to her left. Whatever discomfort she might have felt at being alone and exposed in a stranger's living room was diminished somewhat by the fact that there were bare breasts everywhere she looked, and a few submissives had even surrendered their boxers, in cases where that had preserved too much modesty, and were walking around with their cock and balls in plain view. Tosh at least had her genitals covered. Still, she felt vulnerable enough to wish she had a friend here. Her fellow submissives—particularly other Asian women—had spared her more than a little bit of heartbreak and humiliation over the years.
Tosh couldn't rely on the experiences of others now, though. She'd come here alone and she knew no one in this house. She'd only been in Cardiff for about seven weeks, and the man who'd directed her to this party had told her that he and his Mistress wouldn't be able to make it tonight. He was a white man and a one-time acquaintance who just happened to have unbuttoned his collar at lunch on a warm afternoon, to reveal just a hint of what Tosh recognized as immediately as a slave collar, so he was hardly someone Tosh would trust with her life anyway, but it would have been nice to have any familiar face here at all, so that at the very least someone could make introductions.
She also hadn't seen another Asian since she'd entered.
This wasn't London. She had to keep reminding herself of that.
Still, it made her nervous. Alone and Asian and nearly-naked in a room full of Dominants. She didn't want to leave, because she'd miss this if she couldn't get established in Cardiff's kinky community, but it was going to be uncomfortable until she figured out whom she could trust. Tosh wasn't actually planning on getting fucked or flogged, tonight. She just wanted to meet people...
Well, she could use something to drink, anyway, and at least if she had food, she'd have something to do with her hands. She'd only taken a few steps toward the kitchen, though, before hands snaked around her waist and almost threw off her balance. She turned around quickly, and the white man who'd grabbed her looked a little bit put-off by that. Tosh forced a smile. He was fully clothed, like every Dominant in the place who wasn't currently engaged in a sexual act, and rather easy on the eyes. He was younger than Tosh, eyeballing it, though not by much. Brown hair. Green eyes. Hands that went right back to her waist as soon as she'd stopped moving.
"Haven't seen you around here before," he said.
"I just moved here from London," Tosh said with a frozen smile.
"Nice," he said. "So where are you actually from?"
"... London," Tosh said, and she took a broad step back, out of his reach, and then turned and continued to head for the kitchen.
The man smirked. "What?" he said, catching up with her in two seconds. "You got a Master in there?"
Tosh hesitated for just a second before the lie left her lips, and her hesitation gave him his answer.
He laughed a little, and they walked into the kitchen side-by-side. "What's your name, beautiful?"
Again, Tosh hesitated, but no one knew her here, so it was probably best to get the correct name circulating. "Toshiko," she said, and she said it the way that her parents had called it on playgrounds in Osaka, not the way that her teachers had read it in classrooms in London.
He blinked. "How about I call you—"
"There you are!"
Absolutely no one was looking for Tosh, so she didn't turn around until she felt a hand on her upper arm. Then she did turn, ready to apologize for not being whomever it was she was expected to be, and saw a young black woman grinning at her, no more dressed than Tosh was.
The woman's smile didn't fall. "We were worried! I was just about to call you!" Tosh had never seen this woman before in her life, but she knew when she was being offered an out. "Come on! The girls are excited to meet you!"
"Great!" Tosh said. The woman's hand was on her wrist and she was leading Tosh away before the Dom could object.
She brought Tosh over to a corner where two other submissive women were standing, staring at the pair of them oddly. One was a heavily-freckled red-head who didn't looked much older than the woman who'd rescued Tosh. Tosh was guessing that they were barely old enough to legally be here; maybe university students. The other woman was splitting the difference between their age and Tosh's. She was a tall and had nipple piercings, and her current state of undress left all the markings from a very good beating to her thighs clearly visible.
"You okay?" the girl who'd rescued Tosh asked her, letting go of her wrist. She was cute, though she really was too young for Tosh. She had thick, curly hair, and was the shortest of the group.
Tosh sighed. "Yeah," she said.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I saw you with Dane and I thought—well, it's no way to get introduced to the community. It's a shame he still gets invited to these things, but I guess he's never done anything wrong, exactly? He's just kind of..."
"I know the type," Tosh said.
"So you're not new to this?" the redhead said.
"Well, no..."
"New to Cardiff?" the other girl asked. "None of us have seen you around before."
"I just moved here from London," Tosh said. "My name's Tosh."
"Good to have you," the girl who'd brought Tosh over here said. "I'm Sarah. That's Hayley, and that's Helen," she nodded to the redhead and then to the tall girl. Sarah then smiled at Tosh somewhat apologetically. "Most of the Doms here's aren't like Dane, you know. There are lots of good single ones. Chris and I didn't work out, but he was good to me. And Niall can be a bit intense but if you can take it, he's great. And Greg's kind of old for me but maybe you'd like him, no offense. And then there's Tyler and Peter and—"
"Jack," Tosh said. She hadn't really meant to, but she'd been so surprised to see him walk past the kitchen—and she'd only seen him for the briefest second as he passed by the door—that it slipped out.
"Have you already met Jack?" Sarah asked. "Yeah, he's nice. I think he only does blokes, though."
Helen laughed a little. "Jack Harkness does whatever Jack Harkness wants that day." Well, that answered one question—It definitely was her boss that she'd seen, not just someone who looked like him—and raised about a dozen more.
"I got him to play with me, once," Hayley said shyly. "I'm a girl. He didn't seem to mind."
"How was he?" Tosh asked.
"Well," Hayley said, shifting a little, "The first thing he did was punish me, but I deserved it and he was nice enough about it."
"Was he very harsh?"
"He was fair," Hayley said, shrugging slightly. She looked as though it wasn't a particularly fun memory for her, though. "He told me he goes easier on young subs..."
Tosh shifted a little. She was past the age where she could get leniency for being a 'young sub.'
Why did she care, though? Jack was her boss. Jack was the only thing that stood between her and a life sentence in a terrorist internment camp. It was a really bad idea to complicate that relationship even further, even if he did have a nice smile.
Still, it was valid for her to want to know about his reputation. You could tell a lot about a Dominant's personality by how they treated their subs. If Jack got off on power-trips, mind-games, and humiliation, that was not something that Tosh was likely to escape as his professional subordinate, even if she never became his sexual submissive. Sarah had called him nice, though. That was a good sign...
"Details!" Sarah said. "What'd he do? What'd you do? You can't just tell us you've been punished by Jack Harkness and let it be with 'He was fair.'"
"Is Sarah interested?" Helen asked, smirking.
"Sarah is curious," Sarah said.
"Look, it was stupid," Hayley said. "It was last October, when Greg hosted and it was really cold out. Well, I saw Jack slip out to the back yard and I thought, well, if I want him alone—and, he was never going to notice me if we weren't alone—there was my chance. So I sucked it up and followed him. It was dark so it wasn't like the neighbors were going to see. And it was cold, but I wasn't dying or anything, so I bounced around and hung off him a little bit, and he winked at me and smiled and even touched me a couple of times, to warm me up or even just to play around. So it was going well. But he would not get off the phone, and he was just 'uh-huh'ing the person on the other end. He kept sort of glancing at me and then glancing at the door, though, like he wanted me to wait for him inside, but I thought that maybe if I did that, he'd think I was weak or something, so I stayed, but I just kept getting colder and colder and more and more frustrated until..." She worried her lower lip between her teeth. "I snatched the phone out of his hands?" It wasn't actually a question, but she said it as though she herself couldn't quite believe she'd done it.
All three of them gasped. "Why would you think that was okay?" Sarah said, trying to whisper but not managing it very well.
Hayley shook her head and shrugged, blushing furiously. "I knew it wasn't. I wasn't thinking. I..." she sighed. "I wasn't thinking and I shouldn't have done it. That's all he'd want me to say. And if I didn't know that it was stupid when I did it, I knew a second afterwards. He just looked at me, and it wasn't even a glare, exactly, but it was like he'd just whipped me without touching me. The first word I could say was 'Fuck.' I was like 'Fuck. I'm sorry!' and he just held out his hand for the phone and I gave it back and he said 'I'm sorry, could you hang on a minute?' into the phone, and I'm standing there shivering wondering what he's gonna do to me, and he puts the phone down and takes his coat off and gives it to me, and for a second I just hold it and stare at it and he's like 'Put it on,' and he doesn't sound really angry but he still looks like I'm going to be feeling this for a month, so I quickly pulled the coat on and then he pointed to that bench Greg has out there and I just sat there and waited while he finished the longest phone call of my life..." She took a deep breath. "And then he hung up the phone and gave me that look again and I started to apologize and then he told me to 'Be quiet and come here,' so I did and he grabbed me by the neck the way they do when you're in really big trouble and I'd never actually been in really big trouble before so I was kind of freaking out..."
"Well, yeah," Helen said. "It wouldn't be my first time in big trouble, and I'd be freaking out."
Hayley swallowed hard. "He brought me inside... into Greg's office, because all of the other rooms were taken, and he just said 'Hayley, calm down. I won't do anything you can't take,' and that stopped me dead because he didn't sound as angry any more and I honestly hadn't realized he knew my name. And he asked me what my safeword was and I told him, and he slipped his coat off me and he said something like 'I actually admire submissives who go after what they want, but you crossed a line and I think you know that,' and I did so I just nodded, and he pulled down my knickers and told me he was going to spank me. He actually surprised me by getting up on Greg's desk and spanking me over his knee; I'd expected him to just push me against a wall. Still hurt like Hell, but I can't exactly blame him for that. I deserved it, and any other Dom would have done the same and maybe worse."
None of them pressed her for further elaboration on the spanking. Tosh was grateful that Hayley had given them that much. It was not fun for any sub to talk about times when they'd been punished.
"And then... He held me for a little bit and calmed me down and made me promise to be good, then he fucked me, and he was gentle and he tried to keep the weight off places where I was sore, and... it was nice, but that was it. I mean, he talks to me sometimes, but we haven't... It was just once. But there you go. He's not gay."
"So he's nice," Tosh said. "And his reputation is good. Good."
Sarah smirked. "What's it to you, anyway? You've only been in town five minutes. Are you really on the hunt already?"
"No!" Tosh said. "He's just... my boss."
"No way," Sarah said. "What do you do?!"
And that was when Tosh realized that Jack had never told her just how much she was allowed to reveal to other people. There'd never been any need. Tosh didn't have friends. Did Jack have a cover story going around? There was the tourism office, but they never even pretended that was open. "It's nothing," Tosh said, shrugging slightly. "Just some boring government thing."
"Called it," Helen said. "He's CIA."
"No!" Tosh said. "First of all, it's a boring British government thing—"
"That's exactly what you'd say if you were an American with a fake accent," Sarah said, and Tosh didn't think she was any clearer than Tosh was about how serious they were being. They were all smiling, but if Jack hadn't told everyone a convincing cover story, then they must have wondered.
"And what sort of boring British government official carries a gun everywhere?" Hayley said.
"I'm his direct subordinate and I don't!" Tosh said. She looked down at her own body. "Clearly."
"Jack does, though," Hayley said. "I saw it that night."
"Yeah," Helen said skeptically, "I'm sure he forgot to take the loaded gun out of his coat before he gave it to a teenager."
"I didn't find it in his coat!" Hayley said. "He got naked to fuck me, you know. I saw it when he was taking his clothes off."
"I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation," Tosh said.
"Yeah," Sarah said. "He's CIA. Perfectly reasonable."
"He's not CIA," Tosh said.
"What do you do, then? If it's so boring, just tell us."
"It's hard to explain," Tosh said.
"CIA," all three other girls said.
Tosh sighed.
Then they all laughed. Tosh wasn't sure why.
"Are you three playing nicely with the new girl?" a woman in cargo pants and a v-neck asked, looking directly at Sarah though she'd addressed the question to all three of them.
Sarah blushed. "Of course we are, Jane!"
Jane's eyes moved over Sarah's body slowly, which Sarah didn't seem to mind in the slightest, and then Jane turned to Tosh and held out her hand. "Jane Knockton." Right. The Dommes. Tosh didn't usually... but then, she also did, sometimes. It seems liked Sarah might have some insight, there, and it might be worth asking for it.
"Toshiko Sato," Tosh said.
The Domme smiled. "If you need anything at all, or if these three aren't making you feel completely welcome, tell me."
"I will," Tosh said. "Thank you."
She walked away, and Tosh spent another hour and a half hanging around Sarah, Hayley, and Helen, getting the dirt on various Doms and Dommes and even being introduced to several of them. They all picked up on Tosh's hints that she wasn't looking for a hook-up, tonight. She saw Jack a few more times, but she didn't speak to him. One-by-one, though, her new friends left. Helen's master found them, introduced himself, and then quickly informed Helen that it was time to go. Hayley slipped off to seduce an unsuspecting Dom. Sarah stuck with Tosh for a while, but then Jane asked Tosh if she could borrow Sarah for a little bit, and Tosh could hardly have refused.
Tosh found herself alone again, and she finally got something to eat. There were only snacks laid out, of course, but that was fine. Tosh's appetite still hadn't fully recovered from her time in prison, so snacks tended to fill her up no matter how hungry she'd been.
She was nibbling on popcorn when Jack said her name. She spun around quickly, and he smiled at her, with just a hint of playful suspicion. "Have you been avoiding me?"
"No!" Tosh said quickly. "I just... didn't want to bother you..."
"You wouldn't have been bothering me," Jack said, shaking his head. He looked at her oddly for a minute. "I'd have been happy to introduce you to some people and give you a feel for the community, you know." He smirked. "I could have helped you find this place, too. Did you take the bus?"
Tosh nodded, but smiled a little. "It wasn't that hard. I'm from London, remember?"
Jack shrugged. "Still... I can give you a lift home, if you want, whenever you're ready to go."
"I wouldn't want to trouble you," Tosh said.
"You wouldn't be troubling me," Jack said.
"Did you come here to give me a lift home?" Tosh asked, already knowing the answer.
"No," Jack said. "I came here to have some fun with a nice boy, but plans change. That isn't a trouble, it's life."
He talked her into going out into the living room with him and sitting down, and they chatted about various things and laughed over the odds of running into each other here. He told her that he did not, in fact, have a cover story going around, and most of Cardiff suspected something was up. He didn't particularly mind them suspecting things, as long as they didn't know, so his general method was to just shrug off all questions.
And Jack looked. He definitely looked. It wasn't that surprising, really. She was a nearly-naked submissive woman, so close to him that he could have leaned over and kissed her quickly and effortlessly. He looked. Tosh didn't mind.
When he realized that Tosh had noticed him looking, he smiled and commented that she was looking much healthier. He was right, of course. She hadn't even been in that camp for two weeks, but it had been long enough for Tosh to drop twenty pounds that she was still working on gaining back, and her irregular sleeping schedule, stress, and generally unsanitary conditions had left her feeling ill constantly. It was taking time to recover from all of that. She was a bit less pale now than she had been when Jack first brought her to Wales, and a haircut, new clothes, food whenever she wanted it, access to a shower, and some quality time with a waxing kit had done wonders for both how she she looked and how she felt.
That wasn't why he was looking, though, and they both knew it. Tosh blushed a little.
"Sorry," Jack said. "I'm your boss. If you don't want me to look—"
"No," Tosh said, "It's fine. Really fine—fine, really. I just..." She shrugged. "I thought you said you came here for a boy?"
Jack smirked a little. "I also said that plans change."
Tosh shifted a little. "Do you want to?"
"Do you?" Jack said, raising his eyebrows.
"It could make things complicated, couldn't it?″ Tosh said.
"It doesn't have to, if we don't let it," Jack said. "I avoid complicated as rule, even in situations where it wouldn't be nearly this problematic. I'm not looking for a girlfriend. We could just... have fun, as two people who trust each other and share a common interest."
Tosh hesitated. She hadn't come here looking for a hook-up, but that was because she hadn't expected to know or trust anyone. She did know Jack, and she was already putting more trust in him than she'd ever put in anyone else in her life. Honestly, letting him dominate her didn't even seem like it counted as escalating their relationship, at this point, it was just changing it slightly.
And Tosh didn't want to get attached either. She didn't date Doms. A Dom who didn't date subs was ideal, in that respect. "If anything long-term happened," Tosh said, "It would actually make things less complicated, in some ways." She smiled slightly. "I wouldn't have to hide my job from you."
Jack smiled too. "No," he said. "You wouldn't. And I wouldn't have to dodge questions about why I carry a gun."
"I just worry..." Tosh said, squirming a little, "That if I ever made you mad..."
"I would never exploit the situation with UNIT for leverage in personal matters," he said quickly. He held her gaze. "I have no intention of ever sending you back to them. Don't even worry about that. I will deal with any issues that arise exactly the way that I would if you were any other sub... If you want that. If you trust me."
"I do..." Tosh said. "Trust you, I mean. And want to, I think, but how would it work when we were at work? Would you want to..."
"We could do this without anything at work changing," Jack said. "Or things could change, a little, if you're into that. But you'd have to take work seriously, still."
"Of course," Tosh said. "I mean, I don't stop taking things seriously just because there's sex involved. If a Dom told me to cook dinner, I wouldn't burn down the kitchen because it was just sex."
Jack smiled. "I would hope not," he said. Then he looked a her a bit more seriously. "If we do it, we have to stop the second it becomes a hazard."
"Of course."
They stared at each other a minute.
"What would you say," Jack said, "If I told you that I wanted to tie you up, right here, cover you in clamps, and lick you and fuck you in front of everyone?"
Tosh blushed, a little. That was a Hell of a way to be introduced to half the people here. "I'd tell you that my safeword is 'Hirano-ku,' and I won't struggle so please be forgiving with the ties."
He pulled the ties out of his pockets. They were soft silk. Tosh was glad to see that. She offered him her wrists, and he tied them together quickly and expertly, and not too tightly. He lifted them over her head, then behind her head, and used the second tie to attach them to the table behind the sofa, where several plants were sitting.
"You'd better not struggle," Jack said with a smile. "Knock anything over and Mike will beat your ass if I don't."
"I'll remember that," she promised. She would, too. The dominant member of the couple hosting them had biceps that Tosh didn't think she could wrap both of her hands around Jack was... Jack. She wasn't in the mood for a beating from either of them.
She arched up a little to help Jack pull her knickers off, then sat back down and let Jack nudge her knees apart.
He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, first. She let his tongue into her mouth and allowed herself a few minutes to enjoy being kissed and touched again. It had been months since she'd had any more intimate touch than a handshake, and she'd needed it more desperately than she'd allowed herself to admit. Jack had wrapped his arms around her when showing her how to use a gun—hardly a romantic touch, just the easiest way of correcting her movements—and she had nearly grabbed onto him to stop him from letting go and stepping away from her, when he finished.
Maybe she should have actually done it. Right now it didn't seem like he'd have minded terribly.
She meant to sigh, but instead she moaned, and he broke the kiss and smiled slightly, then stopped and frowned thoughtfully.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear: "Have you really been okay since I got you out of the detainment camp?"
He could tell how lonely she'd been. It wasn't just the moan, either. He'd probably picked up on all of those little things at work that she'd hoped he'd missed.
She swallowed hard. "I appreciate what you've done," she said calmly, "and I'm getting better."
"That isn't what I asked," Jack said, just a touch louder but without any real anger in his voice. "I've got teeth. You're bound and naked. I am not afraid to take advantage of this situation."
"I'm not afraid of you taking advantage of this situation," Tosh said.
And then his teeth were on her throat, clamping down. She gasped. He bit harder. She let out a staggered breath. He bit harder. She whined a little, and finally he let up and met her eyes coolly.
"I'm sorry," she breathed.
"It's fine," he said, whispering into her ear again. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Tosh said, before it even occurred to her to wonder if he meant with the scene or in general. Her answer was the same either way.
"Have you been okay since you left the camp?"
Tosh thought about it, and he let her. "Yes," she said. He'd wanted a definitive answer, and that was the definitive answer. She hadn't been good, but she also hadn't been bad, so she'd been okay. And she was getting better.
He smirked a little. "So are you always this needy, then?"
Tosh blushed. "Not always, no."
He laughed a little, right into her ear. "Too bad." He kissed the spot he'd bitten a moment before, then kissed down her throat, to over her chest, and across her left breast. He took her left nipple between his teeth and her breath caught, but he didn't apply any pressure. She felt no pain.
Then he pulled back and out came the first pair of clamps. They went, quite predictably, to her erect nipples.
Tosh could take a set of clover clamps, though. These were tight enough to be painful as soon as Jack put them on, but Tosh didn't make a sound.
Then a second set came out, and Jack applied those to the tops of her breasts, instantly creating dual aches that were indistinguishable from each other within seconds.
Tosh took a deep breath.
″If a single clamp comes off your body before I want it to, you're not coming,″ Jack warned.
Tosh nodded.
Two more clamps. Jesus. How many had Jack brought? God damn men's trousers and their bottomless pockets. At least this pair wasn't clover clamps. They went to her still-pink throat, where they were nice and snug and they'd leave marks that would still be visible in the morning. And possibly in the morning after that. At least she had a few shirts that would hide them.
He pressed a kiss to her stomach before he settled in between her legs. Then he laid a few more quick kisses and one gentle, non-punishing nibble on her right thigh, then looked up at her and said "Keep your eyes open," before he finally ran his tongue over her cunt.
Her breath hitched. That was better than hugs. More intimate, too, and just what she'd needed in a lot of ways. She'd only touched herself twice in all the weeks since she'd gotten out of the camp, and both times she'd been so tired that the experience had ultimately been fairly unsatisfying.
Two more clamps came out, and he fixed those to her thighs before returning his mouth to her cunt.
A few more slow, sensual licks and she was already squirming and struggling to keep her breathing steady. Could she moan? Did Jack like his girls noisy? She should have asked. Since she hadn't, she tested the waters a little with a small, quiet moan that he'd be more likely to reprimand verbally than with pain, if he wanted her silent. He didn't object, or even really acknowledge it, and she felt slightly more comfortable letting out a much louder moan as he began to suck on her clit.
The pain in her breasts had already turned cold, which meant that, for now, it was tolerable. It was going to be agony when he took those clamps off, and that made Tosh feel excited.
He moaned back teasingly, making his lips vibrate around her and dragging and embarrassingly high-pitched sound out of her, then he went back to licking her, faster now, flicking it over her clit quickly and flooding her with pleasure as she wiggled in her seat and moaned. Every wiggle made the clips on her thighs, twist her skin slightly, sending a new wave of pain up her legs.
People were staring. At least two Doms and one submissive in her view were not making a secret of the fact that they were looking, and she had a feeling that there were a few more people out of her line of sight who were enjoying the view. Jack had told her to keep her eyes open, and even though he wouldn't be able to see whether or not she obeyed him, other people would see, and he would almost certainly be informed of it if she disobeyed. The way that her arms were tied was restricting her ability to move her head, so she had no choice but to look straight ahead and be keenly aware of their voyeurs. She felt her cheeks burn and she took a deep breath, but just as she tried it, her muscles contracted and she let out another moan without meaning to. Her eyes shut for a second, but she caught herself and opened them again while it could still be excused as a long blink. No one said anything to Jack, and she listened to herself pant and heard and felt him moan again and she knew exactly what he was doing and she was glad that this was how he'd started.
He worked his fingers into her, first one and then two, and scissored them inside of her for a moment while he kept licking her clit. She was glad he'd thought to stretch her. It had been a while since she'd been fucked, and even as wet as she was, him pushing right in would probably have hurt. He worked in a third and a forth finger, and eventually even his thumb, but he didn't go in to his knuckles, let alone past them. If he'd asked to fist her, she'd have allowed him to, even though she'd been tight when they'd started. He hadn't asked, though. He loosened her up, then pulled his fingers out of her and devoted his full attention to using his tongue on her.
Hayley walked into the living room looking disappointed. She hadn't been as lucky as Tosh had tonight, apparently. She caught Tosh's eye and smirked, and Tosh smirked back for a second before she came hard and moaned. Jack slowly dragged his tongue over her throbbing cunt one last time, and then yanked the clamps on her thighs off with no warning before he popped back up and smiled at her, then began stripping away his own clothes.
"Your eyes are open," he said. "Good."
"I can take harder commands than that," Tosh said, smiling up a him shyly. Her cheeks were still burning.
"Someday soon," Jack whispered before kissing her neck again.
"You promise?" Tosh asked.
"Yeah," Jack said, removing the last of his clothes. He straddled Tosh and then entered her, not causing her any pain because he'd stretched her and he was careful, but filling her up with his thick cock and riding her in front of a dozen hungry eyes. He rocked his hips, pulling nearly out of her and then thrusting back into her. His hands wrapped around her sides and he looked her directly in the eyes as both of their breathing got heavy. He kissed her again, then bit her lip slightly as he pulled away. He didn't hurt her as badly as he could have, but there was a threat and a power behind the bite. They didn't have a contract and they'd done only the bare minimum of negotiations, so he was treating her very gently for now, but she could feel the restraint in his touches and see that familiar, exciting glint in his eyes. He could do so much more, with time and permission. She intended to give him plenty of both.
It made sense. Jack made sense, and she was so glad to have run into him here. She felt safe with him, and protected by him, and she was already experienced at trusting his judgment and taking his orders even when she didn't understand his orders. The conditions were perfect. It would change things at work, but she'd still live alone, and since Jack said he wasn't looking for a girlfriend, he'd probably limit his involvement with her outside of work. Normally, a long-term arrangement with a Dom meant she had her usual amount of freedom at work, but he situation changed in her off-time. This was just the opposite. Things would change at work, but she'd still be able to go home and unwind and have a certain healthy amount of freedom. That could even be better, in some ways.
They were so close. Her breasts were pressing against his bare chest, offering her considerably more cover than she'd had while he was going down on her, but moving the tight clips on her skin and making her whimper every now and again as a the cool pain flashed deeper and hotter as the clip moved. The noises that Jack's cock was getting out of Tosh were even needier and the more pathetic than the noises that his tongue had gotten out of her. She caught herself whining "Oh god—please—" in a higher pitch than she usually spoke at, but he bit her lip again to warn her to quiet down, then slipped his tongue back into her mouth to help her obey him.
She kept her eyes open, still. She noticed Dane on the edge of her peripheral vision, white as a sheet. Was it them, or had something happened? He was staring at them with wide eyes. It was them. If Tosh had to guess, he wasn't terribly fond of the idea of fighting Jack for a sub, and was very afraid that his earlier interactions with Tosh had picked a fight with Jack without him knowing. Tosh didn't actually have any intention of mentioning it to Jack, though, unless he asked. It was nice to see Dane scared anyway.
Tosh met Jack's eyes again, and he thrust into a few more times and then came inside of her just a few seconds before she came. They held each other's gazes as they orgasmed, and then they sat there panting together. His grip on her loosened a little bit, but he didn't release her for several seconds, then he plucked every clip off her body in the order he'd put them on her. Tosh gasped and whined as the blood returned to those areas of skin and immediately ached. Every throb let her know that she'd be claimed and she'd have the bruises to prove it for several days.
He stood up, leaving her completely exposed and still panting. He moved behind the table and untied her wrists.
"Now what?" Tosh asked, wondering if Jack would bring her back to the base. She'd figured out weeks ago that he lived at the base, at least most of the time. He was there at all hours and he had a toothbrush in the bathroom. It wasn't difficult to work out. She'd never seen where he slept, though. If he had a bed stashed somewhere, Tosh had never seen it. It was possible that he had more comfortable living arrangements elsewhere, but Tosh couldn't imagine that they got much use. In either case, what would he do to her if she went home with him that night? They'd have more time to negotiate during the car ride, and he would almost certainly have toys at home. They could have some real fun, then...
"Now, I give you that lift home," Jack said. Tosh must have looked disappointed, because he chuckled a little. "And you get an a lesson in patience. Looks like you need it." He kissed her forehead and smiled at her, then whispered, "We'll negotiate tomorrow, then the real fun can start."