He gave her two weeks. Two weeks in which to heal, and to come to terms with what he had told her. He knew that she would be sore, and he didn't want to incite her into a fit of screaming by slamming into her body when it was tender and raw from their previous encounter. He figured that two weeks was more than a fair amount of time.
It was extremely difficult for him. Now that he'd tasted from the forbidden garden, he only wanted more. He didn't park outside of the school anymore. She would instantly recognize his car, and he was trying to be patient.
Instead, he would drive to the back end of the school, and find a place to park his Dodge so that he could walk to the front, and covertly watch her appear while he leaned on a nearby tree.
The first few days angered him. Even though he waited, she didn't emerge from the building at all, and it aggravated him to know that she hadn't attended school. She was trying to evade him, and was going against their arrangement.
The more he thought about it, the quicker he started to realize that the real reason she had been absent those days was probably because she was recovering from the physical intensity he'd put her body through. It's how he came to the conclusion finally that he would give her some time.
Her demeanor once she returned had drastically altered. Instead of casually walking down the block, she scurried. It was almost as if she were running a race, and her eyes darted around looking everywhere. Looking for him he could tell.
The fact that she was so eager to avoid a possible encounter angered him also. She belonged to him, and the sooner that she accepted it the better. He was done waiting.
He picked out a thick tree to lean upon in the center of the block. This one different than the one he usually stood near. It was situated about four blocks from the school, and was a relatively safe distance from prying eyes.
His body faced the street as he casually smoked a cigarette. His car he had parked another block away in the opposite direction. He didn't want to drag her into it this time. He wanted her to follow him to it. It would be a sign of acceptance that she now belonged to him.
He knew the exact moment that she spotted him. Her shoes carried her down the block quickly, and her eyes were transfixed to the ground. She was roughly twenty feet away when she happened to glance up, and noticed the puff of smoke that was wafting up from the tree trunk. His profile was barely visible, but she halted in her tracks immediately, her large eyes widening in fear.
Taking a final drag on his cigarette, he flicked it into the street, then stepped around the tree so that she could see him fully, and leaned against it. Their eyes met across the short space. His were calm, direct, and slightly heated. Hers were filled with terror.
"How was school?" he asked her.
Glancing back nervously, she turned to face him saying nothing. Her hands fidgeted at her sides as her mind worked quickly.
Tilting his head slightly, he lifted a brow. "I asked you how school was, Sam."
"Fine," she responded quietly.
They stood gazing at one another. The moment was thick with tension, and then he spoke. His dark eyes never left hers as his voice softly commanded. "Come here."
Gripping her fingers in one another, her fidgeting worsened as her eyes left his to look at the ground, but she took a few steps forward until she was standing before him.
Her head was bowed as if she were praying, and she might have been, he wasn't sure, but it didn't stop him from reaching out to slip his fingers into the top of her jeans to yank her forward.
Lifting her head in surprise, her blue eyes widened as he pulled her against him so that her hips were pressed to his. He leaned against the tree holding her there as he looked down at her. After a moment, he lifted his hand to cup the side of her face, and his thumb reached out to run across the bottom part of her lip.
"You have such a beautiful mouth," he breathed gently. "I want to be inside of it very badly."
Her eyes darted to his in panic, and lifting her hands to the front of his chest she weakly tried to push away. "Please, mister." she begged. "I can't do that. Not again. I can't."
She shook her head in despair as her breathing labored, and he had to tighten his hold on her to keep her where she was.
He made a shooshing noise with his mouth as his fingers slipped into her hair. "I know that I hurt you, but that's normal for the first time. It doesn't have to be painful," he said to her.
She only shook her head again as her eyes filled with tears."Mister, I can't," she gasped.
Her words angered him, and his dark gaze narrowed as he tightened his fingers in her hair. "My name isn't Mister. It's Jack. Say it."
Peering up at his terrifying visage, she couldn't seem to speak. "Say it!" he snapped as he jerked her in his embrace.
"Jack!" she cried out instantly.
Appeased, he gentled his grip. Pulling her head forward, he pressed his mouth to her temple, and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his voice was soft as he questioned her.
"What did I tell you would happen if you ever told me no?"
Sam's voice was barely audible as she answered. "That you would hurt me."
His fingers tightened painfully in her hair. "Is that what you want, Sam?" he asked smoothly. "Do you want me to hurt you?"
"No," she returned defeatedly.
"Good," he responded. Releasing his grasp on her head, he straightened. "Then come with me."
Stepping away from the tree, he turned and entered the street. He didn't look back to see if she was following. He knew that she would. Her steps dogged his as he made his way across the street before he turned down the block.
"Where are we going?" she asked quietly.
Glancing back at her as he walked, a small smirk tilted his lips before he faced forward, and continued on. When they turned the corner to head up the street, she quickly spotted his car, and immediately knew. Her heart rate accelerated within her chest, and her mouth went dry.
Rounding the vehicle, he stepped into the street and opened the driver's side door before looking up at her where she stood. "Get in," he told her before doing so himself.
Filled with trepidation, she quickly complied, and opened the passenger side door before slipping her slight frame into the car. Once it was closed, he started the engine, and the car roared to life before he pulled it out of it's space.
The drive to the cemetery only took a matter of minutes. Neither of them spoke, and he didn't look at her in the short time it took to get there. Once the Dodge slid into the space it had rested in on their first visit, he quickly cut the engine, and turned to look at her.
"I want you to slide off your shoes, take off your jacket, and remove your jeans. Do it now." His voice didn't brook any argument.
Obeying him, she quickly pushed her tennis shoes off with her feet. Then wriggled her arms until her jacket came off to pool around her waist. Her fingers trembled slightly while she unbuttoned her jeans, and began sliding them down her legs. Once they were off, she sat in the seat in a short, baby blue t-shirt with similar colored panties as his eyes roamed over her legs.
Leaning towards her, he wrapped his fingers around the side of her neck, and pressed his mouth against her temple to kiss her there.
"Good girl," he breathed. "Come with me."
Turning, he slipped between the seats, and landed in the backseat. He didn't move to the side this time. He sat in the very middle. As Sam watched, he lifted his grey t-shirt over his head, and tossed it onto the seat beside him before holding his hand out to her expectantly.
The last thing she wanted to do was take it, but she thought refusing might set him off once more. So, reluctantly she put her hand in his, and let him pull her from the front seat into the back. His large hand quickly grasped onto the back of her thigh, and before she knew what was happening, he had dragged her into his lap so that she was straddling him where he sat.
A startled cry left her mouth, and out of instinct her hands braced on his shoulders to keep from toppling over. When their eyes met, he had a slight smile upon his face.
The broad expanse of his chest held Sam's attention for a moment before her eyes traveled over the sculpted definition of his arms. He was big. He was strong, and he had complete control of her.
If she angered him in any way, and he decided he wanted to hurt her, there was no doubt in her mind that he would succeed. There was no way that she could fight him. Even if she tried the outcome would be laughable. Her will was now his, and there was nothing she could do about it.
His hands moved over the tops of her thighs leisurely as he looked at her. "Are you afraid?" he asked. Biting her lip, Sam nodded.
Stroking his thumbs along the inside of her thighs, he frowned and nodded once to signal that he understood. "Do you hate me?" he asked next. Sam continued to bite her lip as she contemplated the wisdom in answering.
"Don't lie," he stated quietly.
A shuddering breath escaped her as she responded in a whisper. "Yes." She winced after the word escaped her, expecting him to retaliate to her confession violently, but instead he sat still, and continued to move his fingers over her legs.
"That's to be expected," he finally said. "Take your shirt off."
Her defeated eyes dropped to her lap, and her arms crossed one another as she reached down to pull the cloth over her head. Once it was removed, she held it in her hand, and Jack took it from her to place it upon the seat beside them.
Gazing at the cleavage that her large, round breasts made he felt himself begin to stir as he slid his hands up her back to unclasp her bra. It came open easily under his fingers, and he slid the straps down her arms until she was bared to his view. The sight of her like this made him take a long, deep breath.
"Fucking amazing," he uttered.
Reaching up, he lightly ran his finger tips over one taut breast before circling her nipple. The cool air, and the physical stimulation soon made it tighten beneath his touch.
