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Apology
Sally shut the bedroom door loudly behind her as she went to the closet; taking out her dress and pulling off her nightgown.
Anger shot through her as she shook her head, sighing as she closed her eyes. Jack was always stubborn for the stupidest things....
She heard the door open, not bothering to look at him as she felt his eyes searing the back of her head. When he continued she turned and looked at him.
“I thought you went to work-” she began quietly.
“Shut up, Sally.’’
Sally’s mouth fell open a little at the words. Jack had never spoken to her like that before and it scared her.
“We’re going to play a game.’’ he said, his voice husky.
Sally’s whole body froze as he took off his jacket, tossing it aside as he unbuttoned his shirt. She tried to stop blushing, to hide her body language and how badly she wanted him at this moment.
“Jack-” her voice shook as he pulled her to the bed, eyes locking on hers as he pushed her lightly back onto the comforter. he crawled over her. Sally couldn’t believe what he was suggesting as she reached up, pulling his fingers away.
“Please, I don’t think-”
“Shh.’’ he said, his voice soft. “No talking, that’s the rules of my game.’’
“I never agreed to play your game.’’ she said quietly.
He closed his eyes, as though in deep concentration and there was a side of Sally that was extremely disappointed when he rolled off her, and stood up once more. She just stared up at him from her spot on the bed, not bothering to pull the sheet and comforter over herself, he had already seen her in far less than the camisole she wore now. Jack still wasn’t talking, and for some insane reason Sally found herself going along with whatever game he was playing, if for no other reason than it’d be silly to talk to someone who obviously wasn’t going to answer her back.
Jack held out a hand to her, and Sally broke eye contact with him to stare at his large palm held open to her as he silently waited. Even as afraid and confused as she was, it just wasn’t in her to turn away from him when he was reaching out to her. Before she could stop herself, she found her hand in his and he was pulling her up from the bed. Sally stood in front of him in her camisole, feeling ridiculous that they weren’t talking. Her eyes were level with his chest that really was very nicely defined. Sally looked up at him when he gripped her arms.
obviously satisfied that she wasn’t going to leave--he released her arms only to turn and quickly lock the door to her room. He flipped the lock and she opened her mouth in protest, but before she could say something he was standing in front of her again, his hand clamped over her mouth, stopping her words. S his hold over her mouth loosened until only his thumb was there as he stared at her lips. Even knowing what he had planned, she was stunned when his thumb started tracing the line of her bottom lip slowly-- sensually. Sally couldn’t stop the shudder that ran over her body, knowing that in the deafening silence of her bedroom, while he was studying her so intently, Jack would know that he was affecting her. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling frustrated and confused, hearing only the sound of her own raspy breathing as his fingers now traced the line of her jaw. Why was she so entranced by him? Why did the silence in the room make the throbbing between her legs a thousand times more noticeable? Why did such a light touch of his rough fingers running down the line of her throat feel so good?
Maybe Sally would have said something; maybe she would have even stopped whatever it was Jack was trying to
accomplish, but she’d never know--Her eyes shot open when out of nowhere Jack dropped down on his knees in front of her.
Forget heavy, her breathing was downright labored as she looked down at him kneeling in front of her. She decided right then that having Jack--the most painfully stubborn and prideful man she’d ever met-- submissive in front of her was by far the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. There was no other explanation for the tidal wave of lust that hit her so hard she almost
groaned out loud from it. Need shimmered over her; so icy hot that she was certain every hair on her body was now standing on end.
Sally closed her eyes as she actually wavered where she stood. she reached out and gripped his shoulders to regain her balance, but as it was she took several deep breaths and only opened her eyes when she was certain she could manage looking down at Jack without making a fool of herself.
She was surprised to see that he wasn’t smirking at her in that annoyingly superior way of his, he was just waiting, his hands resting on his strong thighs as he openly stared at her breasts that were conveniently eyelevel with him. He licked his lips and tilted his head back to meet her eyes once more and Sally realized that it was her move. Jack really wasn’t going to do anymore unless she encouraged him.
She’d never been more turned on in her life. Especially when she knew how very hard it was for Jack to bow down to anyone. Oddly enough, in that position of submission she realized just how powerful a King Jack had become. He was a very talented fighter, a strong and selfless man who had spent over a third of his life protecting everyone from an enemy so evil she wasn’t sure she could totally fathom it. To have a man that strong, that powerful, who also happened to look divine shirtless and barefoot, kneeing in front of her......
The camisole whispered over her body, pooling at her feet, and she hastily kicked it aside. Sally groaned when Jack reached out to grip her waist, his work worn hands sensually rough against her sensitive skin as they slowly slid over her rib cage, and then wrapped around to the middle of her back. He pulled her to him, and her body was totally languid in his arms as she arched into him. Her fingers finally reached out to grip at his shoulders for support as his tongue laved over her skin.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, gripping his shoulders mercilessly.
The second the words left her mouth, Jack released her and Sally bit down hard on her bottom lip to stop herself from making the mistake again.In direct contrast to his actions earlier, every movement he made was tortuously slow and sensual, his mouth on her skin, his hands lazily running up and down her back sending fire shimmering over her, it was all teasingly soft and gentle. Her head lolled to the side as he licked his way up to the curve of her neck. Jack growled against her neck and then pulled away from her, heavy breathing now echoing with hers in the silence.
Sally gasped when Jack reached out, gripping her face between his large palms and pulled her forward. He kissed her like a man possessed, his tongue roughly finding it’s way past her parted lips. She gave a muffled moan when she realized that their roles had suddenly switched again. It was obvious that Jack was through with being submissive and that sent it’s own shocking thrill spiraling through her, rekindling the passion inside of her easily.
Sally fell back against the bed, and Jack crawled over her with predatory grace. She ran her hands up his arms, over his strong biceps, and then down his back, savoring the feel of hard, sinewy muscles under her fingers. His breathing was still heavy, his eyes still burning into hers as he looked down at her, and she got the distinct impression that he was almost afraid to go any further. There was no explanation for it, but the anger and hurt between them had somehow welled up into this unimaginable passion. It scared her too, but maybe not for same reasons.
Her fingers ran upwards until they were brushing against the tiny hairs at the back of his neck, and Jack shuddered again. It wasn’t even an effort to bring his mouth back down to hers. She accepted him willingly as his tongue once again swept into her mouth, and he finally lowered himself over her. They moaned into each other’s mouths when the full length of their naked bodies touched, her breasts crushing against his chest, her smooth thighs brushing tantalizingly against his hips as she wrapped her legs around him.
Still he hesitated, and Sally, fear now vanished, was already so far gone with need for him that she broke the code of silence, shattering the last bits of her pride.
“Please,” she begged, needing him to fill her. Her body--still so sensitive--was literally throbbing for him. No sooner had the words left her mouth then Jack was pushing into her and fiery pleasure rippled over her, nearly stealing her breath. Sally’s head fell back heavily as she gasped from the intensity of it.
his mouth crushed against hers, stealing the rest of her words as his hips surged forward and he buried himself deeply inside her. She swallowed his low moan as she gripped at his arms, her fingernails digging into the muscled flesh. Jack’s tongue mimicked his body as it swept into her mouth, pulled out and then pushed in again.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding his mouth to hers as her hips pushed up to met his. Everywhere that his skin met hers set Sally on fire. Her mouth finally broke away from his when her head tossed back. Small gasps escaped her with every push of his body into hers as throbbing jolts of bliss radiated out from her center and flowed into her limbs.
“I love you.’’ he said, not stopping as he kissed her face. “I’ve loved you for forever-you’re so beautiful…..I'm so sorry for everything I said, I'm a fool to make you feel anything but loved....God, beloved, say my name.’’
Sally shut her eyes tightly as she said it, her voice coming out in a soft whimper as she repeated it, over and over.
The fact that pleasure this intense, pleasure that felt this right and perfect existed was still a shock to Sally.
They both groaned and Jack lay forward on her, breathing heavily.
Sally wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes as she felt his heartbeat next to hers. She knew that he was sorry, she knew him well enough-perfectly enough to know when he was feeling guilty and she smiled to herself. The King of Halloween had apologized to her over, what she saw now as a silly argument over something that really didn't matter.
"Apology accepted,'' she sighed, smirking against his shoulder. "
Your Majesty.''
Jack growled and, rolling her underneath himself, grabbed the thick quilt and wrapped it around them.
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I hope you enjoyed it and if you have suggestions I'd be glad to take them into perspective.
~dr who~
PS:
New installation to Saving Sally coming soon.
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