The Artist
She halted at the familiar door and tapped her foot impatiently as Jack unlocked it.
He let the door fall open and Maya pushed inside without looking at the Hyperion overlord.
Jack shut the door behind him and locked it.
Maya knew this was just one of his many grand living quarters, but this was the only one she'd ever seen.
A top floor condo decorated to the hilt with the finest of furniture and the most expensive decor on the market.
Maya took her rocket off her back and set it in the little cabinet by the door.
After he first few times of Maya tossing the hefty, dirty thing on the furniture this handy little cabinet had showed up.
Maya took the hint that Jack no longer wanted dirt and blood stains on his couches.
She unclipped her belt and began stripping off her other weapons.
She set her shield down in one of the small shelves and her class mod as well. Jack leaned casually on the side of the cabinet and watched her amused.
She ignored his gaze and propped her sniper rifle up in the small holsters provided.
She dumped her pack full of ammo, food, water and whatever else she might need into the cabinet and lastly she stripped off her favorite pistol.
It was Hyperion make, and normally she avoided Hyperion weapons all together...but this one was different.
This one was a gift.
Given to her by none other than Handsome Jack himself.
After several nights watching her unload a whole mess of Torgue explosives, Jackobs revolvers and Maliwan rifles he'd offered her a little gift.
She'd unwrapped it hesitantly.
That was back when they'd only had a couple of meetings, maybe one or two, and she still hadn't trusted the fucker to not blow her up or something.
It had been wrapped in gold dipped wrapping paper and placed on a tiny velvet pillow.
It was a pretty thing, decorated in small white floral markings. Gold and silver throughout the barrel, the handle was bone, carved with a mural of several beasts from Pandora's landscapes. It was down right beautiful...and it shot well.
So Maya had kept it.
She set it tenderly on it's own separate shelf.
She took better care of that gun, than she often did herself.
Something so pretty deserved to be up-kept well...no-matter where it came from.
Jack seemed pleased that she was still carrying it.
"I see you're still using that gun I gave you. Still holding up for you?" Jack asked raising a thin eyebrow at her.
Maya shrugged and nodded.
"Yeah. Good gun. Can't beat the accuracy. Shot a bullet through a Varkid and hit a bandit right in the skull today." Maya said cracking her knuckles.
Jack shuddered at the visual.
"Good god what I wouldn't have given to see that." Jack praised.
Maya shrugged again.
Jack put his palms on either side of Maya's shoulders, trapping her against the flat side of the cabinet.
He smiled down at her.
He was so much taller than her, framing her intimidatingly.
"I'm so upset I missed watching you go about your missions today. That meeting held me up for much longer than I'd have liked." Jack whispered leaning closer to the Siren.
"From the looks of it you had quite the battle on your hands." He continued in that silky tone of his, his eyes sweeping up her battle worn uniform and then back down.
"God I bet you had those bandits begging for their lives..." Jack breathed raggedly.
Maya huffed out.
"Don't you have better things to do all day than to spy on me?" Maya snapped stubbornly.
Jack chuckled, low and deep and played with a strand of Maya's hair.
"I do. But you are certainly more interesting. Besides can't really do much else other than watch you. You haven't been answering my echos. What it's been like two months hasn't it?" Jack breathed to her.
Maya groaned.
"Yeah I was trying this new thing called stopping this stupid addiction to sleeping with the enemy." Maya snarled.
Jack pouted at her.
"Ah. So that's why my little siren has been missing in action. Gotta itch to try and be a good girl again?" Jack chuckled.
Maya scowled at him.
"I'm not falling for it pumpkin. I watched you ride that vibrator in the shower last week, moaning my name like a fucking prayer. You aren't so good at the whole kicking the habit thing huh?" Jack whispered in her ear meanly.
Maya made a small gasp and punched him in the chest, hard enough for him to make a small grunt of pain in reaction.
"God dammit haven't you ever heard of giving people privacy?" Maya barked angrily.
"Oh c'mon what's a guy supposed to do? Porn just isn't cutting it anymore sweetheart." Jack retorted cocking his head at her.
Maya scoffed and folded her arms.
"Pervert." She threw the insult out pointedly.
Jack only laughed and closed the gap between them again, gently nosing against her jaw.
"Oh god you have no idea how badly I've wanted this lately..." Jack groaned lowly his hand slowly tracing down Maya's side, then sliding around to her rump where he grabbed a healthy handful.
Maya jerked at the sudden advancement and slapped Jack's cheek.
Jack moaned out involuntarily and shoved the Siren harder into the cabinet.
"Doing it rough tonight huh kiddo?" Jack breathed cramming his lips against Maya's harshly.
His finger tips clawed at her hipbone, fingering the clothing there as if desperately wanting access to the skin beneath.
Maya let a little gasp escape her lips as she relished the feeling of his fingers against her.
Jack pressed his lips to her ear and breathed in deep, his eyes fluttering closed.
"I bet I can guess the color of your panties pumpkin.." He husked against her ear, his voice so low, so needy.
Maya groaned a little.
"Give it your best shot asshole." Maya snarled back.
Jack groaned against her softly.
"Mmm...black...gotta be black with the nasty mood you are in." Jack whispered gently licking the shell of her ear.
Maya bit her lip and sucked in a sharp breath of air as Jack's fingernails bit at her hip harshly.
"Nope, one more try." She whispered tilting her head to allow Jack access to her neck.
He kissed down it fondly, sucking the skin meanly.
"Red." He near moaned against her.
Maya cracked a playful little smile.
"Wrong again. You're usually better at this." She taunted bucking against his eager hips.
Jack gasped out and tightened his grip on her.
"Fine. I give up. What color?" He whispered heavily.
Maya grinned wider.
"Trick question." She whispered leaning in closer to Jack's ear.
"I'm not wearing any." She breathed letting the words tumble off her tongue.
Jack let loose a full on, guttural moan and pressed Maya's wrists into the cabinet.
"Oh fuck I gotta have you right now Maya..." He growled gathering her lips roughly.
Maya broke the kiss and took a deep breath.
She shoved Jack hard and he stumbled backward confusion washing across his face.
Maya put her hands on her hips.
"Have you forgotten how this works? I want my long shower first. Then sex." Maya said in a matter-o-fact kind of way.
Jack groaned outwardly and sunk down in the luxurious chair nearest to him.
"Oh c'mon pumpkin I'm dying here..." Jack complained throwing her a pitiful look.
Maya wagged a finger at him and shook her head.
"Nope. We had a deal. I want my hot water and fancy soaps, you can wait a little longer." Maya said heading for the bathroom.
Jack made a distressed noise and let his head fall against the back of the chair.
"Can I at least watch?" Jack called after the siren.
"No." Maya barked before shutting the door and locking it.
She sighed against the closed door and soaked in the grand bathroom.
There were two couches with gorgeous floral prints decorating the sitting area just before the room opened up into the circular bathroom.
There were three sets of lingerie laid out on each one. Six in total.
Ranging in color and style.
Some were see through teddies, some looked like something out of a BDSM porn flick.
Maya smiled at the selection.
She liked that Jack took the time to hand pick them for her.
The sets were never the same each time, they were always new. There were no repeats in the undergarments. They were always expensive and always grand.
She walked passed them smiling, she would make her selection after her shower.
She walked into the circular room and began stripping off her sweat drenched uniform.
There were two sinks on either side of the room, and a separate closed door with the toilet and such.
There was a grand tub and room sized shower on the farthest end of the space.
Maya threw her clothing in a sad little heap on the floor and headed straight for the shower.
Sometimes she would take a long bath instead, but this round definitely called for a shower.
She opened the clear glass door and turned the crystal nobs.
The shower sprung to life, the water warming in seconds.
Maya could feel the steam on her face, billowing off the red-brown tile covering the walls and flooring.
Maya stepped inside, letting the warm stream run over her worn body with a long, loud sigh.
She ran her fingers through her dirty hair, closing her eyes and tilting her head back wearily.
The showers in Sanctuary were luke warm or freezing cold, that was it. They just couldn't compare to the steaming, clean, fresh water of Opportunity.
Maya groaned out and pressed on her eyelids.
God it was so fucking good.
Stupid good.
Everything here was stupid good.
They always say the sweetest of fruit...is the one that is forbidden.
Maya let the water run down over her lips, their surface still tingling with the feeling of Jack's rough kisses.
She touched her lips softly, relishing in the feeling.
She shouldn't want it so badly.
Shouldn't want him so badly.
It was always like this. So much more exciting because it wasn't right. Vault hunters did not sleep with Handsome Jack.
Especially not one that had sworn to kill him no matter what.
But god it was so good.
The luxuries...just every once and a while.
To enjoy them, to be pampered and swooned over.
Jack was good at that kind of thing.
He had all the money in the world to do it.
He could have chosen anybody to spend it on, and yet he had chosen her.
The enemy that he also has sworn to kill.
He was good at things like showering her in gifts, and pampering her, and...and...he was a good lay. Like a really, really good lay.
Maya's knees damn near went weak at the thought.
Pandora wasn't really a great variety of potential sexual partners, but she never expected she'd end up choosing someone so...so...well evil.
Evil in the best kind of way though, that was for sure.
Sure the commando had made a couple of passes at her, but according to Moxxi the kid was...a little quick on the trigger.
That certainly was not for Maya.
That left her options around Sanctuary slim to none.
She wasn't really sure if Zero was human...much less male or whatever.
Krieg seemed fond of her...maybe a little too fond. Sometimes it was flat out creepy and she wasn't sure if the guy was fawning over her...or deciding how to cook her.
Either way she wasn't really interested.
He was a little too...primal...for her.
Salvador was just out of the question, it was confirmed that he actually ate people.
Roland and Lilith had...whatever they had going on so that was a big no.
Mordecai didn't seem the least bit interested, and she was worried Brick just might break her.
So when Jack had taken a liking to her, bugging her an unusually large amount over the echo-net and such...and then sprung this well...proposition on her, it hadn't seemed all too bad.
That was her first mistake.
Meeting him for the first time.
Coming here to this grand condo, letting him push her into the mattress and kiss up her neck whispering sweet nothings to her like his very life depended on it.
Letting him do things to her she'd never even had the imagination to come up with.
Letting him take her, letting him own her.
Maya moaned out softly without really meaning to.
She shook her head angrily.
Dammit she needed to pull herself together.
Jack was a god damned drug, and that first hit had been the end of it.
She was hopelessly hooked.
Maya shook the thoughts from her head and glanced over to the large wall of shelving at the other side of the shower.
Reliably stocked with the latest and greatest shower products made for the female kind.
Maya grinned from ear to ear.
They didn't have anything like this in Sanctuary. They were lucky to have soap most days.
But here, it was like a shampoo, conditioner, soap, body butter, shower gel and loofa buffet.
She went down the line reading all the labels, all the different scents.
Lavender Vanilla seemed to be calling to her.
She grabbed the loofa, sporting the Hyperion logo and Hyperion yellow of course and rolled her eyes.
Typical.
She lathered herself up, thick and dripping, the suds running down her lean body.
She washed herself, and lathered up again.
She figured more than one round was going to be needed to scrub all the blood and guts off her.
She ruffled her hair with shampoo, feeling her fingers slide through the now clean locks.
What a feeling it was...to actually be able to get truly clean.
She spent what felt like an eternity in the waters embrace, never wanting to leave her lover that she had so very much missed.
Finally she washed herself one more time and turned off the knobs.
She wrapped herself in a fluffy yellow towel and dried her hair, a small smile clinging to her pleased lips.
She felt like a whole new woman.
She shook her hair a bit and pranced out to the sitting room, now surrounded by her choices in lingerie for the evening.
A little grin crawled up her face.
Whichever pair was the blackest, laciest, baddest set...that was the one she wanted.
She snatched the pair off the couch and hauled the thong and garters up her hips.
She wasn't sure why Jack always picked pairs with garters and stockings. He never failed to rip them...maybe he had a fetish for that or something.
That was one thing Maya had quickly learned, the guy had about a million and one different fetishes.
Over sexed son of a bitch.
She crammed her healthy breasts into the bra and admired herself in one of the many full length mirrors.
She was pretty sure she'd never felt so drop dead gorgeous.
Jack had outdone himself with this getup.
Maya sighed out and grabbed the door handle.
She took a deep breath and pushed it open gracefully.
She stood leaning against the door frame, allowing the steam from the shower to billow out around her.
Jack was sprawled out on the king sized bed, his expensive dress shoes placed neatly by the door, still adorned in his dress suit, minus the overcoat.
His dress shirt was buttoned up to the second hole, just barely allowing his chest to show.
He was propped up on the ridiculously large pillows, and he just leaked a sense of godlike power that Maya was always taken aback by.
Jack's gaze swam lazily over to Maya's form filling the doorway.
He sat up casually, a wide, venomous grin cracking across his handsome face.
He beckoned to her smoothly and Maya came, swaying her hips like a ship at sea.
She crawled over the bed with catlike grace, her palms sliding over the silken comforters until she was sitting spread over Jack's groin.
He made a low growling sound in his throat as his eyes swept over her.
"So you picked the Claire Midnight set? Fantastic choice." Jack swooned as his fingers glided up Maya's thighs, toying with the black lace on the garters.
"She's the newest up and coming designer. People are on a waiting list three years long just to get a set from her...she hand delivered these to me. Promised me my lady would love them. So, do you just absolutely love them pumpkin?" Jack whispered viciously
Maya shrugged her shoulders casually.
"They're alright I suppose." She whispered deviously.
Jack chuckled lowly.
"The most expensive items in the world, and still nothing is enough to wow the siren." He laughed venomously.
"You should know that by now." Maya whispered narrowing her eyes and gently running her thumb over the bottom hinge of Jack's mask.
The metal was cold and smooth beneath her finger pad. The mask was an interesting attribute to his features, it moved with his every expression, like a perfect second skin.
She often wondered just what might be beneath it, but never had the guts to ask.
She just felt that was a sensitive subject that should never be touched. That was something he had tucked away in a dark corner of his past and would not share it.
It was best left alone, and she realized that.
He closed his eyes wontonly as she ran her fingers up his temples and worked them through his thick brown locks.
Delicately styled into that perfect swooped position. It wouldn't be by the end of the night. Of there was thing she could not get enough of it was Jack's after sex disheveled hair. God damned it was hot.
He sighed out slowly, the breath passing his lips gently.
Maya dipped her head in and pressed her soft lips against his.
Jack's arms snaked around her instantly, pulling her into the kiss, begging for her body against him.
Needing to touch her, needing to feel her.
She gently bit his lip, her perfect teeth closing around the soft anatomy.
Jack groaned out against the advancement.
Jack watched her through lazy, narrowed eyes as she pulled away from the kiss tenderly.
He ran a hand through her wet hair and grinned wryly.
"So pumpkin, whatcha feeling tonight? You want it rough? Or you want me to go easy on ya?" Jack whispered grinning widely.
"Rough" Maya breathed in Jack's ear hotly.
Jack grabbed her suddenly, toppling her with ease and pressing her into the mattress firmly.
"Music to my ears sweet cheeks." Jack growled lowly.
He prodded Maya's knees apart, making room for himself as he loomed over her.
Maya felt her breath hitch as his left hand snaked up her already heaving form.
Up her torso, over the swells of her healthy breasts, only to pause at the slope of her neck, pressing with delicate, intimidating pressure.
Not enough to be uncomfortable, but just enough to make Maya's heart thump against her ribcage like a trapped animal.
Jack's fingers pressed against her pulse, feeling it rising under his touch.
It's menacing and yet it's arousing as all hell.
It was almost like the threat of it just made it better, the fact that with just a little more pressure he could easily crush her windpipe. He could squeeze the very life from her with his bare hands. His fingers threatened it as they grazed across her flesh, and yet she knew they wouldn't.
Maya made a needing, helpless noise in her throat and arched ever so slightly against Jack's weight pressing her down.
Jack slid his tongue up her collarbone, unsheathing his teeth to bite her just a little harder than what could be considered gentle.
Maya winced and entwined the sheets in her fingers.
His grip on her throat tightened slowly.
Maya gritted her teeth and let loose of a low breath through them.
Jack's lips were suddenly pressed to her ear, his breath hot and heavy and wanting.
"You like that don't you siren? The fact that I could choke you so fucking easily?" Jack whispered to her menacingly.
Maya swallowed, the task made hard with Jack's thick fingers around her windpipe.
She closed her eyes and nodded.
If there was one thing she'd learned about how things went with Jack, it was that when he asked a question of her, she answered. That was that.
His voice swam through her like electricity, shocking her nerves and searing her bones.
It was so low, and heavy, weighing on her like a thick blanket on a cold night.
His body was hot through his over priced clothing, she could feel him against her, even with her eyes closed, just knowing he was there drove her mad with want.
"Use your words kiddo." Jack taunted biting off each syllable painfully slowly.
"Y-Yes." Maya whispered shakily as Jack nibbled her lobe gently.
Jack grinned down at her, all his pearly teeth on full display for her viewing pleasure.
God that smile of his was so stupidly perfect.
People on Pandora did not have smiles like that.
People on Pandora had missing, rotting teeth and broken smiles.
But not Handsome Jack.
His smile was every bit as expensive as the rest of him.
His Hyperion yellow, silk tie dangled from his neck and slid across Maya's chest. The material was soft, and smooth, and probably cost more than a brand new car.
"Yes what?" Jack snarled viciously.
Maya breathed out raggedly.
"Yes sir, Handsome Jack." Maya whispered her voice wavering.
Jack shuddered at the sound of his name on Maya's lips and groaned out deeply.
His hand around her throat slid up to her chin and he gently slid his thumb over her bottom lip.
"Say my name again." Jack growled to her his blue and green eyes glittering with bad intentions.
Maya arched her back ever so slightly.
"Handsome Jack." Maya whispered heavily, the words rolling off her tongue like a curse.
His name somewhat was.
People of Pandora spoke Jack's name with hate, with distaste, with respect.
People respected power.
They could hate it, and want to defy it, but they still respected it.
Jack was the most powerful man on the fucking planet, earning all the hate and respect one person could possibly manage.
Jack moaned out deeply, his voice gruff and husky.
"God that's good." Jack snarled.
He hovered his lips just above Maya's.
His smile caused chills to flutter down her spine as it cracked across his thin lips.
He chuckled lightly, twirling a strand of Maya's hair between his fingers.
Maya could feel his warm breath on her lips, feel his gaze soaking her in, the wheels in his head turning behind those vibrant eyes.
He chuckled lowly.
The sound caused the hairs on the back of Maya's neck to stand on end.
"Oh siren...I am going to do nasty things to you." Jack purred softly, that smile of his haunting and promising wickedness.
Maya let a small moan slip past her lips as Jack's words washed over her hotly.
Suddenly Jack's hands were sliding underneath Maya's form, wrapping around her rough and tight, hauling her off the bed and into his grasp.
Maya gasped as he left he bed with her, and slammed her into the nearest wall.
One of the ornate paintings hanging there rattled with the impact and threatened to come crashing down.
Her shoulders hit hard, biting into the surface harshly as Jack forced his weight into her.
He was a lot stronger than Maya had always imagined.
Back before she'd ever seen him in person, she figured he was some scrawny wanna be dictator throwing his weight around without anything to back it with.
Their first meeting he had proved her so wrong.
He kept himself in pristine physical condition, strong and lean and hard.
Maya bit her lip to stifle a moan as Jack kissed up her neck his big hands coming to grip around her thighs.
Maya's fingers came around to his back, his dress shirt pulled tight across his shoulder blades.
Maya tilted her head back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed, her nails dragging across the smooth material.
Jack nipped at her jawline, his tongue hot and wet on her skin.
She sucked in a sharp breath through her gritted teeth as Jack pushed his groin into Maya.
She could feel him.
All of him.
Maya gasped harshly and Jack chuckled into her throat.
His eyes flicked up to meet hers.
His eyes were fierce, and frightening.
There was nothing in the world more intimidating than those eyes of his.
Fearsome, diabolical.
One look from those mystic eyes had you struggling between wanting to beg for your life, and wanting to strip off your clothes.
Jack shook his head slowly and clicked his tongue at Maya in a scolding sort of fashion.
"Maya, Maya, Maya..." He whispered through his teeth, those eyes dripping over Maya's form slowly.
Maya could hear her heart throbbing in her ears, her blood rushing through her hot and thick.
"You misbehaving little creature...avoiding me for months...leaving me wanting...leaving me needing...oh Maya that just won't...do." Jack hissed his voice dipping to a low, dangerous place.
His fingers traced up her stockings, drawing small, slow circles.
Maya swallowed, her heart in her throat her pulse thumping wildly.
His voice invaded her, overcame her, made her body melt with every syllable.
"I think this calls for a punishment...what do you think pumpkin?" Jack whispered his voice dripping with poison.
His eye lids fell over his glistening eyes, just slightly, just enough to spark fear into even the bravest of souls.
"Y-Yes Handsome Jack." Maya breathed slowly.
Jack smiled wickedly at her response. She sounded so weak, so winded.
"Good girl." Jack praised carrying her across the room.
He paused at a piece of furniture that Maya had not noticed before.
It was all black leather, and resembled some what of a chair, but in the same breath...it wasn't. It looked like a black wave with one raised end, a dipped middle and an even higher raised back.
It was definitely a new addition to the room.
Knowing Jack she was near certain it was some sort of erotic furniture specially made for sex.
Jack set her down on the strange looking piece and Maya looked at him with questioning eyes.
"On your knees." Jack barked his voice low and threatening.
Maya obeyed, leaning her elbows on the tallest swell of the chair, her knees settled on the low dip of it.
She could feel Jack approach her from behind.
She couldn't see him...but she could feel him closing in.
The sensation was almost too much to bear.
That balance of threat and pleasure that Jack constantly held was damn near an art.
Like an artist at his easel, Jack was making a masterpiece.
He gently prodded Maya's knees apart on the soft leather, leaving her rump in the air and the meet of her thighs open for access.
He growled deep in his throat and ghosted a hand over her left cheek.
Suddenly he brought his hand down, swatting across her rump with just enough force to leave a hollow sting behind.
Maya cried out with the sudden contact and her body moved against the leather fluidly.
God it was good.
Again...she thought desperately.
As if reading her thoughts Jack's hand was flying across her ass cheek once more, this time harder.
The crack of his palm against her skin echoed through the room and Maya made a breathless sound and slumped slightly, putting all her weight on her elbows resting on the chair.
Her fingers gripped into the leather harshly as she received another swat from Jack's punishing hand.
She gritted her teeth together hard, eyes screwed shut, her rear end tingling with the sensation left behind by Jack's spankings.
"Stay." Jack husked darkly into Maya's ear, and then he was gone.
Maya gathered her courage and discreetly peered back over her shoulder to get a peek at the president's whereabouts.
Jack was opening a large cabinet, seemingly pondering as he searched through the first drawer.
Then he was taking things out.
Maya breathed out shakily.
Anticipation was the name of the game, and the wait, the wondering, had Maya squirming.
Jack returned with an armful of objects, all things Maya couldn't quite make out.
He laid them all out daintily on the nearest coffee table and made a pleased little grunt in his throat.
He picked up a couple of items, and was nearing Maya again.
He teased the objects in his hands, a wicked, daunting smile creeping across his lips like a disease.
Suddenly Jack was in front of her, a leather and rubber bit looking gag pulled taut in his fists.
He smiled down at Maya's pathetic state.
He came close with the bit, then seemed to pause.
"You remember the safe word right?" He asked sweetly.
Maya nodded stupidly.
Jack liked his sex the way he liked his planets. Rough.
He'd made that very clear the first time they had ever done this. He'd insisted they have a 'safe word'. Frankly Maya had thought the whole concept was pretty stupid. She could handle anything on Pandora, and anything Jack had to offer in the bedroom. She hated being wrong. Fuck she did. It wasn't the way Jack inflicted pain with sex, it was the way he left her body feeling exhausted and pushed it to it's very limit. The first time she'd used the word she was on the verge of passing out, the corners of her vision fuzzy and blurred. As soon as the syllables had passed her lips Jack was hauling her out of her restraints, wrapping her in blankets and stroking her hair soothingly. She'd never figured Jack to be a man who gave a shit about after care to rougher sex...but he was. Or maybe he just was for her. His odd fondness of her never ceased to amaze her.
"Good girl. Now let's get started." He whispered gently prying Maya's mouth open and forcing the rubber bit between her lips.
Two large metal rings connected to the sides of the contraption, and Jack latched it around the back of her skull.
She felt like some show pony, all reined up and ready for performance.
Next came a pair of leather hand cuffs, threateningly strapped around her wrists, just tight enough to render motion of her arms useless.
Then the spreader bar. Leather cuffs attached to a metal bar, forcing her knees apart precariously.
Maya breathed out through her mouth, her tongue pushing against the rubber of the gag.
Jack looked over his handy work, his fingers slipping down the dip of her spine, causing Maya to shiver.
Jack's palm rubbed over the worried flesh of Maya's ass cheeks, and then he was falling to his knees just behind Maya's body.
His lips came to her bare rump and placed several warm, gentle kisses there.
Maya's eyelids threatened to close as she felt his lips make contact with the smarting skin.
Jack made a deep sound through his teeth as his fingers grabbed at the material of the stockings.
He dragged his tongue over the doughy flesh, sucking every now and again.
He was teasing.
He knew where Maya wanted his talented tongue.
He knew.
But he wouldn't give it to her.
Not yet.
He'd drag it out until she was all but reduced to fucking begging and pleading.
Maya hated it in the same breath that she loved it.
Maya made a low whine and shifted her hips a little.
Jack chuckled against her rump, biting gently causing Maya to moan around the bit.
"You want it don't you?" Jack taunted meanly.
Maya nodded, unable to form words around the gag.
"How badly sweetheart?" Jack cooed toying with the thin line of material stringing down between Maya's cheeks.
Maya made a muffled sound and bucked back a bit.
"That bad huh?" Jack whispered his fingers dragging down the backs of her thighs.
Maya made another muffled groan.
"Well...maybe you shouldn't have tried to be such a good girl." Jack scolded.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, trying to be a good little vault hunter? Oh Maya that's not for you. You can try all you like to be a good little siren...but I know you aren't. You will always be my bad girl." Jack hissed snapping Maya's thong against her skin.
Maya flinched and clamped her teeth around the bit harshly.
"Aren't you Maya?" Jack questioned tauntingly.
Maya nodded furiously, trying her hardest to back her hips up.
Jack put a steady hand on her rear and stalled her movements.
He wagged a finger at her scoldingly, and Maya could just barely see the movement out of the corner of her eye.
"Now, now Siren...you are so damned impatient aren't you? Just can't wait another second for it? You want it don't you? You need it don't you?" Jack groaned kissing Maya's rump once more, his lips soft and inviting.
Maya nodded profusely and cried out a muffled "Yes!" through the bit.
Jack chuckled, deep and dark.
He slid a long, slow finger down the material of Maya's thong, tracing it over her warm mound.
Maya jolted forward at the delicate, teasing touch.
Jack smiled wickedly as his fingers played over the damp material.
He slowly buried his nose between her thighs, inhaling her scent slowly, his eyes falling closed gently.
She smelled like lavender vanilla, and need.
There wasn't a scent on Pandora that he preferred more.
He let loose of a ragged, uneven breath and gently extended his tongue, running it over the soaked material of Maya's lingerie.
Maya sucked in a panting breath.
She could feel the warm, wet sensation of his tongue through the cloth, but it was dulled. Teasingly dulled. Just a tease, not enough to fulfill what she truly wanted. She wanted to feel his tongue on her bare, exposed skin.
Jack spread Maya's cheeks apart with his thumbs, the digits pressing into the soft flesh as he gently took the material in his teeth.
Maya's eyes closed heavily.
Fuck he really knew what he was doing.
Maya wanted to hate him. Just like the rest of Pandora did. She wanted to despise him to the very core, wanted to loathe him with every fiber of her being.
She wanted to.
Really she did...but it was so hard to hate a man when he wanted nothing more than to fawn over her.
Damn him, she thought irritably.
Jack ran his tongue over the ebony cloth wontonly.
"Already so wet for me siren." Jack huffed out grinning wickedly.
Maya quivered at the feeling of his words against her.
Maya fidgeted impatiently.
Fuck he sure did like taking his sweet ass time.
"Ask nicely pumpkin." Jack breathed lowly, kissing over her clothed slit.
Maya managed a breathy, muffled, broken "please!" and Jack relished in the sound.
In one quick, rough motion Jack's fists clenched around the thin material and ripped it right off Maya's hips with a quick snap.
Maya shuddered as she watched how easily he could tear the material. How easily he could break such a tender, helpless thing.
The power, the primal action of it made Maya weak at the knees.
Jack balled the torn material in his palm and ran it over his chin wontonly.
He seemed to breath in its scent dazedly, soaking it all in.
"Oops." He husked throwing the broken undergarment to the side.
Maya shuddered as she watched it fall, and finally felt the warmth of Jack's breath on her exposed want.
Jack extended his tongue and slowly, painfully slowly ran it along Maya's soaking mound.
Maya jolted forward and dipped her back, letting loose and exasperated, low moan.
Jack's tongue danced circles around her wet need, capturing her clit where he closed his lips and sucked diligently.
Maya's knees wanted to buckle, they wanted to give out, but the spreader bar kept her propped open and spread for Jack's pleasure.
His tongue slid inside her slightly, tasting her, wanting her, coating her in his saliva.
His eyes fell closed as he pleased her, his tongue loose, talented and quick.
Maya's eyes rolled back, her teeth gritting down on the rubber intrusion mercilessly.
Her elbows quivered and her body was wracked with pleasurable tingling sensations. The fire set in her groin was burning out of control as Jack picked up the pace.
Fingers were added along with his tongue, running circles, pressing, taunting, teasing.
Maya could feel her tattoos glowing.
She couldn't stop it.
Couldn't control it.
The closer she got to finish, the brighter the damned things would glisten.
She hated it that her pleasure was so easily seen.
That Jack knew what he was doing to her without even having to ask.
He knew that in a matter of minutes he'd reduced her to putty in his palms.
In this moment Maya didn't care.
She didn't care that she was already almost there.
She wanted this.
Fuck she wanted it so damned badly.
His pace was quicker, faster, knowing she was close, pushing her to her very breaking point.
Maya could feel saliva dripping from her chin as she drooled over the bit.
God just a little more, she thought desperately.
Her tattoos echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins, glistening, throbbing with vibrant color.
Maya's eyes snapped open and her fingernails dug into the leather harshly.
Everything seemed to unravel around her. It came undone like a badly wrapped Christmas present, the ribbon untied and limp, the paper torn to shreds.
She yelled out as loud as she could with the gag in her mouth, her cries carrying Jack's name on them thickly.
Her thighs quivered as she came.
Orgasm hit her hard and heavy, breaking her down to pitiful cries and pleadings.
Like all the pressure of so many months had in a mere couple of minutes been undone by Jack's talented mouth.
Maya sagged against the leather chair, head hanging, breathing sporadic and labored.
Jack slowly retracted from Maya's thighs a small string of saliva dripping off his bottom lip.
He wiped his mouth with the heel of his hand and smiled deviously.
Maya breathed heavily through her nose her vision blurred and tired her body warm and heavy.
Jack stood and rounded Maya's form, his footsteps slow and calculated.
Maya watched him through tired, half lidded eyes.
He stalked around her the way a predator might approach weakened prey.
Jack's fingers brushed over Maya's cheek gently, soothingly.
He unlatched the bit gag carefully and let the device slide from Maya's lips.
Maya sighed out long and heavy, trying to work feeling back into her jaw.
It felt stiff and abused, but the ache was so good, too good.
Jack smiled down at her, his eyes playful and mean.
He slowly wiped a bit of saliva off Maya's chin and gave her a devious look.
Jack gently grabbed her chin, his blunt fingers curling around her delicate form.
"I've missed this sweet cheeks." Jack cooed to her sweetly.