A/N: This is the first in a series of outtakes featuring Jack the Dom from IWIPB. Keep Jack on alert if you're interested in reading further outtakes as they are released.

Thanks as always to my fuckawesome beta, Jess (jkane180), for keeping my stuff coherent. Hehe.

Coming soon will be something exciting that I'm working on with a fellow author that includes Rosalie and Emmett...yum. Stay tuned!

This particular outtake was a birthday gift written for another author. Enjoy!

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Outtake from 'I Want It Painted Black'

Session I: Jack and Flanny

The door to room 69 opens to reveal Jack—handsome, dark, wavy hair that falls boyishly over his forehead, sparkling brown eyes, man of few words...Dom. His button-fly jeans hang low on his hips, and his chest is bare. His eyes rake over the woman standing in the door to his hotel room, drinking her in, and he lifts her hand to his lips and kisses it. "Please come in." His voice is low and sexy, and he sweeps an arm out in welcome.

His eyes darken as he watches her walk into the room, noting the stiletto heels, all the leg leading up to her short, tight skirt and her low cut shirt, which leaves little to the imagination. His gaze continues up the expanse of her creamy neck to her exquisite face and stops at her eyes, which meet his boldly.

"You know nothing about being submissive, do you?" Jack questions.

"Shit and fuck and stuff," she mutters as her mouth hangs slightly open under his intensity.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" Jack's eyes grow frosty.

"What do you think I just said?" she asks with a cheeky smile.

"I think you just said, 'Yes, Sir.' That's what I think you just said."

Something in his tone has her rubbing her legs together as her panties grow wet. "Yes, Sir. That's exactly what I said."

"Jess and Sarita told me you would be difficult. This is supposed to be a birthday present...of course it won't be much fun for you if you go home with welts on your ass...or will it?"

"Hmmm..." She looks uncertain.

"Well, Flanny, I'm Jack the Dom. Your birthday present is to be my submissive for the evening. I can see we have some work to do. We should go over some rules. You can refer to me as Sir or Master. You don't look me in the eye unless I invite you to. Don't speak unless given permission. You do what I instruct you to. If you violate the rules, you'll be punished. Are you starting to get the picture, Flanny?"

"Yes, Sir. They know I can't do this...my friends hate me."

Jack laughs. "No, actually Sarita said it's payback for twisting her into a pretzel over some fanfiction you wrote? I have no idea what fanfiction is, but your friends love you, that much I know—after all, I don't come cheap."

Flanny makes the mistake of looking Jack in the eye again, which sets her heart pounding. "Oops."

"There's the matter of a safeword. You'll need to have a word to say in case anything becomes...too much for you." Jack smiles, but it never reaches his eyes, which Flanny is looking at again. Jack steps forward and runs his finger along Flanny's ample cleavage with a hiss. "I suggest you choose that safeword quickly, Flanny," he says in a singsong voice.

"Shit and fuck and stuff."

"What?"

Flanny sighs, "Shitandfuckandstuff. That's my safe word."

Jack raises his eyebrows. "Well, I've heard some strange ones. Another of my difficult girls uses 'boyscout.' If you're sure, then we can begin. Are you ready for me?"

"Fuck yeah!" Flanny looks flustered. "I mean, yes, Sir."

Jack tries to hide his amusement. "You're a bit overdressed for the festivities, Flanny. Strip for me...slowly."

Flanny tries to remember to keep her eyes down, but it's hard because she's not submissive by nature. She pulls her top over her head slowly, tossing it away. Jack admires her lacy black bra and the gold necklace that falls between her breasts. His hard-on strains against his jeans, and he's pleasantly surprised that he was sent such a sexy woman. When you did 'birthdays' you never knew who might come through the door. He thinks he'll enjoy this one very much.

"May I touch you while I strip, Sir?"

"Yes, you may."

Jack puts on some music with a hypnotic beat, and Flanny starts to get into her strip tease. With her eyes downcast, she moves slowly around Jack, running her fingers along his naked torso. As she comes back around the front of him, she rakes her index finger down lightly in a teasing way, concentrating on the happy trail that disappears under his jeans. Swaying her hips to the music, she pulls the skirt down her legs and kicks it away.

"Don't take off the shoes," Jack commands. "Or the necklace."

Flanny unhooks her bra and lets it slide off, exposing her breasts to Jack, who draws in a breath in appreciation as his pants tighten perceptibly. Jack reaches out to finger a rosy peak, and it pebbles in response to his touch. "Nice," he compliments. "Keep going."

Flanny slides her fingers into the sides of her thong and shimmies it down, turning her back to Jack and bending down to give him quite the view as she steps out of it. He looks her up and down, admiring what little she has left on—stilettos, thigh highs and the gold necklace. Her hair is swept back in an up 'do, and he leans toward her, pulling the clips out to free her tresses which tumble down around her shoulders. "There we go, Flanny. Very nice. Now, on your knees."

She kneels down on the carpet in front of Jack with her hands on her thighs, eyes cast down. Her body is full of nervous energy, and she has a hard time waiting for Jack to give her his next command—her instinct is to look around, to take charge. She can almost hear her friends snickering, and she starts planning her revenge.

Jack moves in front of her. "Take my pants off."

Flanny lifts up on her knees and unbuttons his jeans, then tugs them down. He has nothing on beneath them, and his cock springs free, bobbing in her face. "Commando, so hot," she mutters.

"Ah, ah, ah... you spoke out of turn. I'll give you one freebie, but the next time you break the rules, I'm going to spank you." Jack's voice is low and dangerous. Flanny presses her thighs together. "Now, lie down on the bed."

She lies down, and Jack ties her arms and legs to the bed posts with silken bindings that slide against her skin sensuously, yet won't allow her to escape. Jack crawls up the bed slowly, licking his lips, a wicked gleam in his eye. He produces a feather from behind his back and proceeds to run it over her neck...down to her breasts...stomach...and oh, no! Flanny giggles!

With a low growl, Jack lets her legs free, pulls them up and spanks her twice. Not too hard because it's her 'first offense.' "Let's try this again." Jack starts over from the beginning...(I won't bore you with how many times it takes him to reach Flanny's toes, or how many welts she earns on her ass. It would fill up the whole fucking blog.)

"Are you ready for what's next? I was hired especially for my very talented tongue." Jack leans in and licks a trail down Flanny's neck and sucks a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it expertly. Her eyes bug out, and she makes a valiant effort not to whimper. Jack makes a sound of approval as he heads south. As he reaches Flanny's creamy thighs, he lifts his head. "Look at me, Flanny."

Flanny looks at Jack, who is between her legs looking up at her from under the dark fringe of his lashes, grinning like the big bad wolf. She draws in a breath, but manages to remain silent.

"Now, you're not allowed to come until I allow it or you get punished. It'll be a little difficult to tell you to come with my tongue shoved up inside your pussy...so, I'm going to tap on your hip, like this..." Jack taps on Flanny's hip firmly with two fingers three times. "Then, and only then, are you allowed to come. Are we clear?"

"Uh huh..."

Jack puts his talented tongue to work as he licks and sucks. Flanny thinks she's about to go into convulsions, but no tap is forthcoming... Oh fuck, don't think of the word coming! she thinks to herself. She starts to plan her fanfiction revenge—it's the only thing that keeps her from falling over the edge and getting more welts on her already-sore ass—sort of like a man reciting multiplication tables to keep from blowing his load.

Finally, Jack taps her on the hip...one...two...three...holy fuck!

Now, let's give Jack and Flanny a little privacy to enjoy the rest of their evening's activities. Haven't you all seen enough? Shaking head...fucking Peeping Toms.