Author's Note: Reviews are appreciated and inspire me to write faster. And to those who wrote me about Phillippe, he won't be killed.

Chapter 18

Samantha woke up in Jack's arms and sighed contentedly. A week ago, she would have never believed it possible to wake up next to Jack and be happy about it, but then she wouldn't have imagined herself capable of murder a week ago. Snuggled up against Jack's chest, she thought about killing the doctor. She expected to feel a surge of guilt, but instead felt pleased and had a sense of accomplishment. Last night she crossed the threshold into Jack's world and found she enjoyed it immensely. Back in Atlanta, the constant presence of her friends had always kept Samantha from acknowledging, let alone fulfilling her darkest desires. Here she'd not only faced her most taboo urges, she'd succumbed to them.

Jack shifted slightly and the covers slid low on his hips, affording Samantha a glimpse of his impressive morning glory. Cautiously, she slid the covers down and checked the bandage on his thigh. His wound was healing nicely and would barely leave a scar. After resecuring the bandage, Samantha allowed her hand to wander upwards. Tenuously she caressed his balls with her fingertip, then slowly wrapped her fingers around his shaft. As she moved her hand slowly up and down his length, Jack awoke with a groan.

"Mmm, Samantha." Jack smiled and inquired, "What are you doing?"

"I was checking your injuries and thought I should make sure everything is still fully functional," she teased as she continued to stroke him. When he made a move to touch her breast, she scolded him, but added when she saw his hurt expression, "Last night you made me feel wonderful. This morning I want to please you."

At that Jack closed his eyes and surrendered to Samantha's attentions. Reaching out, he tenderly traced her back as she caressed him. As she touched him, Samantha started to become aroused, for a moment she contemplated climbing on top and riding him, but something stopped her. She wasn't' sure why, but she knew right now was not the time for that. Unaware she'd begun to moan slightly as she touched Jack, Samantha failed to notice him studying her with bemusement. When he chuckled slightly, she looked at him and blushed slightly.

Gently taking her hand from his shaft, Jack suggested, "Move to the end of the bed and look up at me."

Excited, but uncertain, Sam complied and asked, "Now what?"

"Touch yourself, slowly, do it the same speed I am," Jack instructed, slowly grasping his manhood.

Samantha fought an urge to protest, she'd never touched herself in front of someone let alone in full morning sunlight. However as she watched Jack's slow and unabashed strokes, she found her arousal was becoming unbearable and she began to move her hand as he instructed. Despite her embarrassment, she found it incredibly erotic watching Jack growing harder and seeing the rapt expression on his face as his eyes moved from her face to her sex. She longed to speed up her movements, but when she did so, Jack stopped altogether, not resuming until she'd slowed back to the pace he'd set. It was maddening and sensual at the same time.

"Tell me," Jack rasped. "Tell me about last night."

"About killing the doctor?"

"Y-yes," he panted.

Samantha hesitated for a moment; but found the encouraging look on Jack's face gave her the courage to take a step further into the forbidden. Breathlessly she told him, "The bastard mocked you while you were unconscious. All I could think about was how much I hated him and how much I wanted him to suffer."

"Don't stop," Jack begged.

"I saw the knives in the hall and he boasted that he could show me what a real man was. The next thing I knew I had the knives in my hand and was in his room." Sam panted, "Jack please."

"Soon," he promised. "Continue."

"He- I-, oh God-" she trailed off struggling for rational thought. Jack was trembling slightly and she knew he was as close as she was. However, she knew he wouldn't allow either of them to cum until she'd finished the story. This was another step in their game and Jack wouldn't allow her to shortchange the new level. Finding her voice, Samantha continued, "I hit him on the head and tied him to the bed. When he came to I began to cut him."

"Cut him how?"

"Shallow at first, then I stabbed the knife in his thigh about where your injury is. I told him I wanted him to cry."

"And did he?" Jack demanded anxiously.

"Oh God, Jack. Yes, he cried. He was gagged, but he was howling into it and had tears streaming down his face. Then I began stabbing him over and over. One of the knives caught against a rib bone and I heard it crack when I pulled the blade back out."

"Now," Jack gasped and began to speed up his motions slightly. "How did you feel when you did it?"

"I-I felt so good. The- the power and knowing he would die for mocking you. And I felt. I felt so fucking close to you as I did it. Oh God, Jack! I-" she broke off almost sobbing with need.

"It's all right, just touch yourself." Jack panted, "You loved killing didn't you. It excited you didn't it? We're the same, you know that now, don't you?"

"Yes!" Samantha screamed and began to cum hard.

Just as she climaxed, Jack did too. They had barely finished their orgasms when the door slammed open and Samantha's father came storming in. Behind him was a very annoyed Phillippe. Samantha gasped and pulled a blanket over her, still panting from her climax as she covered up. A murderous looked crossed Jack's face as he sat up and jerked a pillow over his wet and still hard shaft. As Samantha's father began to splutter in outrage, Phillippe moved forward.

"I tried to stop him, Sir. But he would not listen."

"You harlot!" Sam's father screeched.

At that Jack flew out of the bed and pinned the man to the wall by his throat. He gasped as Jack's hand squeezed firmly. Wide-eyed he stared at his future son-in-law in shock. If his daughter's honor hadn't been compromised he would break the betrothal between her and this madman.

"Now, I shall remove my hand and you will apologize and leave the room. Phillippe will show you to my study where we will discuss the wedding details. I am anxious to make Samantha my wife and have you out of my home. Got is?" Jack demanded.

Samantha's father nodded and hastily murmured and apology and left with Phillippe. When they were alone again, Jack sat beside Samantha and kissed her tenderly. The sooner they were married, the better as a far as he was concerned.

"He would be shocked if he knew I had a child and was already compromised many times over," Samantha teased.

"Perhaps back in Atlanta. Here is another story," Jack responded lightly. Last night when he'd discovered Samantha's bikini wax wasn't the only thing that had changed in her physically, he'd been uncertain of what to say. However, now wasn't the time. Jack wanted to get dressed and get the wedding arranged so Samantha would be truly his at last.

"Well, if you think I'm not compromised yet, we could always-"

Jack cut her suggestion off with a kiss and stood up. "Maybe you father was right? You are a shameless creature. Right now, you will put this on and see about finding your room and a proper dress," Jack informed her, tossing her his black velvet robe. "I'm going to see if I can find anything resembling acceptable attire and get this wedding arranged."

Once she pulled on the robe, Jack took Samantha in his arms for a final kiss before she left. "Love you so much."

"I love you too, Jack," Samantha smiled and walked out of the room.

Now, Jack thought, how does one tell a woman that when she went back in time that she became a virgin again???