TW: light bondage; explicit sexy times (you've been warned lol)
The shower was hot, the water soothing all the right places as it eased her sore muscles. And yet, with every graze of the washcloth over her body, she was wound tighter. It was exactly what Jack had planned when he'd sent her in here alone. He'd been the one to teach her that anticipation was almost as glorious as release.
But she also knew he had been sincere in instructing her to take the shower she wanted, so Sam took her time. She focused on allowing the water to wash away the stress of the past week. Following Jack's instructions, she tried to clear her mind. She indulged in washing her hair, brushing her teeth, and dabbing on a touch of makeup. It was for him, but more importantly, the indulgences made her feel confident and sexy. She finally exited the bathroom a short while later, completely nude, opting to ignore the silk robe he'd hung on the door.
As soon as she stepped into the bedroom she spotted him. Reclined in a chair next to the bed, the waning light from the sunset flooded through the window painting his skin in red and gold hues as he waited. His eyes tracked her movements, a smile playing at his lips.
"Mmmm," he hummed in approval as he stood and crossed the room. Very slowly he bent forward, his gaze never leaving hers.
Sam's lips opened under his, moist and eager, ready for a demanding assault to her senses. But at the first brush of his tongue, she whimpered at his unexpected gentleness.
He sipped at her, placing his hands lightly against her waist. When he made no move to touch her anywhere else, Sam rocked her hips into his, feeling his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. Her action drew a warning growl from deep inside his chest, but his lips remained tender. Teasing.
"Jack, please," she exhaled the plea, stumbling forward slightly as he pulled back abruptly.
"Excuse me?" He asked, a sexy smirk belying his tone.
Sam blinked as the sensual bubble popped. Less than a minute in and she had already broken his standard no begging rule. Plus, she'd called him—
"Sir," she licked her lips, still tasting his kiss. Hopeful that he'd ignore her double transgression, she bit her bottom lip and waited.
"Better," he replied and she swore there was a chuckle buried somewhere in the word, but his expression was unreadable. "Now, go lie on the bed."
Her focus having been consumed by him as she'd entered the room, Sam had failed to notice the restraints until she approached the bed. She paused, her breath quickening. They'd never crossed the line into purposeful restraints before, typically relying on silk scarves or one of his ties to anchor each other. The sight of the leather cuffs sent a shiver of unease through her.
"Refusing an order?" He arched an eyebrow at her hesitation.
"No, Sir," she shook her head and climbed onto the bed. Lying back, she raised her arms. She trusted him. Completely.
The soft leather was warmer than she expected as he buckled the first cuff to her left wrist. His fingers danced across her skin to repeat the motion with the other side, securing her arms above her head. Glancing upward, Sam realized belatedly there were no safety releases on either cuff. A sense of fervor fluttered through her at the knowledge she was truly at his mercy.
Jack looked down at Sam with blatant male possessiveness as she tugged at her bonds. She looked up at him, her heart pounding as he stared at her, contemplating his next move.
His eyes drew a path down her naked form then back up to her face. He leaned to the side and retrieved something from under the bed. Sam's body tensed as he pulled out a long stick, her aversion to spanking racing across her mind, until she noticed the large feather at the end.
Jack drew the soft plume across her stomach and arms, the caress faint as it raised goosebumps along her sensitive flesh. He brushed upwards, pulling a gasp from her lips as the feather traced along the curve of her breasts. He drifted it lower to the curls at the juncture of her thighs. The delicate barbs tugging at the hairs there, sending tiny jolts of pleasure to her core.
"Beautiful," Jack breathed, the feather floating along her legs as his fingers brushed her nipples.
Sam's breath hitched as his head lowered, the tip of his tongue finding a tight point. He licked her slowly, lavishing attention onto one nipple, then the other.
The gentle desire he'd created with the feather blossomed into a hot need as he nibbled lower, nipping the underside of a breast, her rib cage, her abdomen. She squirmed, tugging against the leather when his tongue dipped into her navel, then swirled along the skin below it.
Blazing a path with his lips, he traveled even lower as Sam's hips pressed forward, seeking more. He chuckled low, the deep rumble preceding the first touch of his fingers against her heat. She trembled as the rough pads of his fingertips parted her, spreading her folds so he could continue his sensual quest.
He licked her. The flick of his tongue sent a sharp sizzle of fire along her spine. Her hips bucked as his tongue twirled, sucking and teasing until she whimpered from the glorious torture.
Easing back, he slipped a finger inside, pressing deeply into her moist heat. Sam's back arched and her body clenched around him. Lights crackled behind her eyelids when Jack plunged a second long finger into her. She panted as he pumped and twisted; fighting the desperate need to beg for release.
"Sir!" Her voice came as a surprise to her ears, drawing a rumble from Jack.
Bending forward, he seized her with his tongue again, tormenting her with sharp stokes that moved in tandem with his fingers.
"Oh god, please," she moaned, the plea wrenching from her lips. In response, Jack curled both fingers deep inside her, hitting the secret spot that ignited her nerve endings as pleasure tore through her.
She soared as waves of ecstasy coursed over her. Time ceased to register as her body slowly returned to an equal state of being with her mind.
"Wow," her voice quivered on a shuddering exhale once she could speak. The aftermath of her release still dancing along her nerve endings.
"That was amazing, Jack," she sighed contentedly. As the Colonel, he typically didn't allow her to find fulfillment so quickly, preferring to draw out her pleasure. Edging her close, then pulling her back; knowing how sensitive she became after a release. But this had been equally as devastating, heightened by the knowledge that she couldn't break free.
As time stretched out, she waited for him to free her so she could reach for him. She wanted to make him feel as amazing as she did.
"Jack?" She cracked opened one eye, nudging him gently with her knee.
"That's Sir to you," his voice was hard, unforgiving as he stared down at her with a wicked grin. "I do believe you broke my no begging rule," his hands reached for a piece of fabric on the nightstand.
"Sir?" She asked, both eyes snapping open, apprehension suddenly rising within her. This wasn't their normal game.
"My dear, Samantha," Jack's voice was devilish as he slipped the blindfold over her wide eyes. "We've only just begun."