Sam came awake slowly, her brain fuzzy as she felt warmth all around her.
Jack
Her body relaxed into his, recognizing the familiar embrace. Her eyelids eased open, looking up into his face.
"Welcome back," the deep tenor of his voice touched her senses. Fingers swiped at her cheeks, as a confusing wetness there registered against her skin.
"I feel asleep?" She asked, her throat feeling thick.
"You've just been dozing," he answered, reaching for a bottle of water on the nightstand while keeping her body pressed tightly against his. "Drink," he said, handing it to her.
The water was cool against her lips. After several sips, she handed it back to him to return to the nightstand. Feeling utterly relaxed and floaty, she snuggled into the circle of his arms and let her eyes slip closed.
Jack's heart clenched as he looked down at Sam cuddled on his chest. Her long lashes rested against her cheeks as moonlight cast a soft glow across the pale skin of her back. She looked warm and sensual and perfect.
He still couldn't believe, even after all this time, that she'd married him. That the universe had seen fit to give him such an amazing gift.
As carefully as he could, Jack unbuckled the leather cuffs from Sam's wrists. He grimaced at the raggedly torn straps that had tethered the cuffs to the bed. He'd ripped the straps apart with his bare hands when Sam had screamed.
He hadn't planned to take her hard like that at the end, but something primal inside him had broken free. He wasn't complaining though; what they'd shared was beyond anything he'd ever experienced.
Rubbing gentle circles on her back, he patiently waited for her euphoric high to pass. He'd thought she was coming out of it when she'd accepted the water, but her movements had been sleepy and slow.
Content to simply hold her, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and closed his eyes.
Sunlight tickled Sam's face, softly breaking into her consciousness. She stretched, her body sated and gloriously sore. The heavy weight of Jack at her back, his arm slung possessively around her waist, brought a smile to her face.
Last night had been perfect. Jack had been perfect. Demanding, yet loving and sensual.
She eased out of bed, careful not to disturb him as she padded to the bathroom. Catching a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror, she stopped short at the sight of red wax clinging to her breasts and stomach. Jack had never used wax on her before. In fact, there were a lot of things he did to her last night that were new. It made her wonder, did he know she'd like the full restraints and wax because he liked them?
She already knew he loved her to take control in the bedroom occasionally. He loved surrendering to her; had told her as much a couple of times. It wasn't a stretch to assume…
Sam glanced back to Jack's sleeping form on their bed. He was typically a light sleeper, the fact that he hadn't woken when she'd climbed out of bed presented itself like an opportunity. It also gave her an idea. An incredibly naughty idea.
Jack came awake as warm, moist velvet enveloped him. The sensation jerking him from sleep to consciousness instantly.
His eyes snapped open and were greeted to the sight of his wife's blonde head between his legs as she sank him all the way to the back of her throat.
"Holy sh—" the words died as she ran her teeth along his length.
Jack raised his arm, intending to bury his fingers into the golden locks. He needed to see her mouth on him, but his wrist stopped short with a soft tug.
"What the—" Glancing backwards he saw his right hand was cuffed to the bedpost. His brain cells misfired as Sam swirled her tongue then sank him deep once again.
He reached for her with the other hand, only to find it was cuffed to the other bedpost.
"Sam—Jesus," he squeezed his eyes tightly shut as she gripped him hard, giving him two firm pumps.
"Good morning," she said brightly, flipping her hair back and out of her face. Her hand continuing to torment him.
"Sweetheart, I'm not complaining," Jack tried not to pant. "But what are you doing?" He rattled the cuffs anchoring him to the bed. Without the long tethers that he'd destroyed, there was barely any slack for him to move.
She sat up, straddling his knees, making him groan at the sight of her in a corset and garter belt. When had she bought that outfit? When had she changed?
"Just plotting," she smiled at him, then bent forward to give him a long lick.
"Plotting?" He asked, trying to focus on what she was saying and not what she was doing to him.
"My revenge," she answered simply. The two words made his entire body tighten. He was in so much trouble.
"Un-cuff me," he ordered, unable to keep the growl from his tone. Maybe she'd listen to reason.
"Oh, I don't think so, Jack," she smirked at him. "Last night was amazing, but now it's my turn."
Post Note: I hope you enjoyed reading this fun romp as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for reading!