Sam awoke on her stomach with her cheek pressed into the pillow, and the comforter draped across her waist. The first thing that she realized when her eyes opened was that she was alone. Jack wasn't anywhere in the room. Her fingers lifted towards the wall while she stretched, and arched into the mattress.
A soft smile touched her lips as she recalled the events from the previous day, and lingered for a moment at its ending. Jack had completely changed. He was thoughtful, giving, and sweet, and she could only hope that things would continue this way from here on out. It was such a drastic difference to the way he had been before that she still wasn't sure she believed it.
It was like he had become a completely different person. A person that she liked. The new Jack was fun, and playful. She hoped that he didn't disappear anytime soon. She didn't think she could handle it if he reverted to the way that he was. Sam prayed that the monster was gone for good.
As if her thoughts had the ability to make him appear, the door opened, and in he strode wearing nothing but his blue jeans. His dark hair was tossled, and his stubble appeared darker. He smiled sweetly when their eyes met before walking towards the bed to sit down beside her.
"Morning, beautiful," he said softly. Then he placed his warm palm in the middle of her bare back. "Did you sleep well?"
Sam nodded then pulled the pillow more comfortably beneath her head. The light aroma of cigarette smoke reached her nostrils, and immediately she knew where he had been, and what he had been doing. "Really well. What time is it?"
"Almost eleven," he told her. "We don't have to check out for at least another half hour, or so." His palm began moving lightly against her skin in an absentminded gesture after he answered.
"How did you sleep?" she asked him.
"Like a rock," he said with a smile. "I also woke up as one, but you looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake you."
His words made Sam return his smile. "That was considerate."
He nodded. "I'm trying," he said with a laugh.
Sliding his fingers down her spine, they dipped beneath the blanket until his palm moved over her bare backside. "You ARE awake now though," he breathed.
Sam nodded again. "I am," she replied just as softly.
Her tone seemed encouraging, and he slipped the blanket further down, and leaned over so that his lips pressed against the soft skin of her bottom. Parting his mouth, his tongue came out to lick at the delicate area. "You taste good," he told her. Sam shivered in response, and squirmed upon the bed.
Rising to his feet, Jack quickly removed his jeans, then pulled the blanket down her body until she was bared to his view. His eyes traveled over her slowly, then he crawled onto the bed, and straddled her where she lay.
Looming over her, his hot mouth pressed to the middle of Sam's spine making her gasp. His fingers lifted to trail along her skin from her shoulder all the way down to her thigh, and as he touched her his mouth planted soft kisses in their wake.
"I want to take you roughly. Is that okay?" he asked thickly.
Sam hesitated for only a moment, and then she nodded her head against the pillow. He continued to explore her with his hands, and his mouth. He was gentle with both. Even as he slid his fingers between her legs to slip them inside of her, his movements were cautious. He pushed them in slowly, swirling them around in circles until she moaned, gasped, and grew impossibly wet from the stimulation.
When he pulled them out, she felt him shift his weight so that his thighs were clamped around her bottom, and the head of his swollen cock was pressed to her opening. Leaning forward, he slid his fingers into her dark hair until he was grasping a handful at her nape.
Clutching it in his fist to hold her in place, he roughly slammed his appendage between her thighs. The ferocity with which he did it made her entire body jerk, and Sam cried out as the feel of it jolted through her.
Jack let out a long, pleasure filled groan then pulled back his hips before violently slamming them into her bottom again. When she cried out a second time, a rough exclamation of breath left him, and he began pounding into her for all he was worth. His teeth gritted, and his dark eyes grew fierce while he moved.
Clawing at the bed with her fingers, Sam's mouth dropped open, and her eyes tightly closed while he rammed into her body like a savage. The feeling of it was so intense that she could barely breathe. Over and over again he filled her powerfully, relentlessly, until Sam began to fall apart beneath him. Sinking her teeth into the pillow, a tight, overwhelmed wail escaped her throat.
"Do you like that!?" he practically snarled after barreling into her again. "Beg me for it, Sam," he demanded. She couldn't think coherently enough to say the words, and he pulled on her hair harder. "Beg me!" he snapped.
Sam's mouth parted again as she whimpered. "Please!" she mewled desperately.
"Please what?" he growled dangerously. Slipping from her tight canal until only the head was buried, he stilled. A muscle in his jaw ticked while he waited, his cock poised, ready to violate her further. "Say it," he ordered.
"Please fuck me!" she cried out.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" he inquired darkly.
"Yes!" she practically sobbed. "I'll be good. Please!"
Jack groaned at the words. "Tell me what you want," he growled. "Say my name."
Sam buried her face against the bed for a moment before lifting it to bite her lip. "I want you to cum inside of me, Jack," she moaned. "Please, cum inside of me."
"Good girl," he panted. "Say it again."
When she obeyed his request, he let out a moan, and slid his cock in deep before demanding it a third time. When his name left her lips for a third time, he thrust hard, threw his head back, and unleashed inside of her. When his shuddering ended his head dropped to the middle of her back. They were both breathing heavily when he collapsed beside her, and turned her to face him.
Gripping her face in his hands, his dark gaze was wide, and searching as he looked into her eyes. "That didn't freak you out, did it?" Sam looked at him in confusion as she panted. "I don't want you to be afraid of me. I just need to dominate you. It's just during sex. I wouldn't hurt you."
"It didn't freak me out," she finally replied.
It had a little bit, but only because she was terrified that the monster had returned. That the sweet part of him had just disappeared. Becoming aware that his actions derived from a need for sexual power, and not a desire to inflict harm upon her, Sam breathed a sigh of relief, and allowed her lips to tilt upwards in a smile. "I'm alright. Don't worry."
Releasing the breath that he had been holding, Jack pulled her to his mouth so that he could kiss her. When he lifted his head he gazed into her large, blue eyes. "If I ever hurt you, or do something that you don't like, promise that you will tell me. Sometimes I get carried away. So, I need you to talk to me."
"I promise," Sam said softly.
He gently brushed her hair back from her face as he looked at her. "I know I have to take you home. I really don't want to," he admitted quietly.
"My dad asked me to be home by one o'clock when I spoke to him yesterday. Otherwise, I'd stay longer." she told him regretfully.
"Alright." His gaze dropped, and his brows furrowed for a moment. "I can't remember the last time I've enjoyed being around someone this much." When he lifted his dark eyes they were remorseful. "I know that I've done horrible things to you, and I know that you probably think I'm crazy. Give me a chance to prove that I'm not. Don't run from me."
