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The Hell in Your Eyes

By: TwistedMisery



He watched her leave the high school. He'd lost track of how many times he'd actually done this. It had been weeks since he had started. She was perfect, and exactly what he wanted. At eighteen years old, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

She was of medium build, slender, with dark hair that glinted red in the sun. Her skin was pale and smooth, and her eyes were large, blue pools that called to him. So beautiful. So innocent. He wanted to look into them when he filled her for the first time. 

She didn't have the slightest inkling of what he was planning. He'd never approached her in all the weeks he had been watching. She had no idea of his existence. 

Maybe part of her did. There were days he had watched her pause in the middle of the sidewalk, turning to look around as if she felt his eyes upon her. He liked that. It was as if she could already feel him. 

He was always careful. Sticking to a reasonable distance so that no one would suspect. He would park halfway down the block, and wait for her to pass his old, beat up Dodge Challenger.

Once she would near his vehicle, her hips swaying softly as she walked, he'd slink down low into his seat while the palm of his hand would cover and rub his aching shaft through his jeans.

Each time he was tempted to pull her into the car through the passenger side doorway. He wanted to pull out his cock, grab her by the sides of her head, and bury himself inside of her mouth. Only he never acted on the desire. 

There was just too much risk involved. If she fought him, or screamed someone would notice. Someone would see. So, he waited. 

Today was the day. He knew that today was the day because it was Wednesday, and that was the day that she babysat for a six year old little boy named Tyler. 

It also meant that once she was far from the safety of school, she would turn down the alleyway on third street instead of continuing up the block towards home. That's when he would make his move. 

There was a large department store on third street. There were no residential homes. No people. Just the back vacant lot that no one ever frequented unless the garbage was being taken out, or deliveries made. At four o'clock in the afternoon, it was rare that there would be either. He licked his bottom lip in anticipation.

When he finally spotted her making her way up the block, his heart lurched within his chest in excitement. She was wearing a white, low cut top. A pair of blue jeans with a large butterfly stitched to the front of one side, and a blue hooded sweatshirt that was unzipped in the front. He couldn't wait to take it all off of her.

As she neared his car, he slid lower, and watched with his eyes focused between her legs as she slowly traipsed by. His cock was thick and hard beneath his fingers, and he squeezed it as it pushed against the denim of his jeans.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he whispered as she passed. 

Once she was no longer in his line of vision, he lifted his dark head until he could make out her retreating figure in his rear view mirror. Starting up the car, he pulled out of his parking space, and rounded the block. 

He drove until he reached the place that he had picked out, and pulled his Dodge into the alleyway. The spot that he had chosen made his car practically invisible unless you were walking directly past it, and with nervous energy filling his large frame he turned off the engine. It wouldn't be long now. 

Roughly ten minutes drifted by while he waited. Adrenaline surged through his veins as the moment neared. His body felt like it was singing. Heat poured off of his limbs, and he continuously ran a hand through his dark hair while he bided his time. 

When he distinctly heard the shuffling of feet approaching, he carefully opened the passenger side door, and waited quietly with the piece of paper in his hand. 

Her long legs finally came into view, and it made him smile. He couldn't help himself. It felt like he had waited forever, and now the moment was at hand. As she began to walk past his car, she still hadn't noticed that he was sitting there. So, he cleared his throat which made her head turn.

"Excuse me," he called out. "I hate to bother you, but I think I'm a little lost." Dropping his gaze, he feigned confusion.

When he spoke, she paused, and her large, blue eyes took in the scene before her calmly. She wasn't concerned. Yet. Her young face turned to look at him, and her eyebrows lifted as she took a hesitant step towards the Dodge.

Glancing up from the paper, he laughed ruefully. "I have absolutely no idea where I am. This map doesn't seem to be helping me. Would you happen to know where I could find eighth in Parker?"

Nodding, she took a few steps closer until she was standing just a few feet from him.

"It's not far from here," she replied. Pointing down the alleyway, she met his gaze. "You just want to make a right when you leave here, then a left, and go up about five blocks. 

Bobbing his head in acceptance, he looked down at his fake map once more. 

"I'm not sure if this is east or west on here. The whole thing has been driving me a little crazy for the past half hour. Would you be able to look at this, and tell me? I have to be there by four thirty, and I don't want to get in any trouble by being late."

Seeing nothing wrong with the request she nodded, and came further towards the car until she was standing right beside it. Her hip was now beside the thrown open passenger door. Holding out her hand for the paper, she bent slightly at the waist, and looked at him as she waited for him to hand it to her. 

Looking away from the blank page he held, he glanced to the side of himself as if just noticing that she had come closer, and jerked as if her presence had startled him. A slow smile crept across his face, and his eyebrows lifted.

"Oh, sorry. Here." Leaning his frame across the center of the car, he reached out to hold the map out to her face down. It was just slightly out of her reach, and without a thought, she leaned further in until her head was inside of the car. When her fingers grasped onto the edge of it, his smile grew wider.

Their eyes met. Hers questioning, his heated with an intensity he could hardly disguise. When she caught the strange look upon his face, her eyes widened slightly at the apparent danger that was reflected in them. 

Her mouth parted on a gasp, and he lunged. Grabbing onto her wrist, he pulled hard so that she lost her balance. She toppled so that she landed across the passenger seat of the Dodge, and a small cry escaped her lips. 

Quickly pulling her inside, he leaned over her body until he could reach the handle of the car door, and yanked it shut. Once it was in place, he reached over to the side panel on the other side of him, and clicked a button so all the doors would lock. 

It was all easier than he had even imagined. Starting the engine, his dark eyes looked down at her before he pulled the car out of park, and crept down the alleyway. 

She pulled herself to a sitting position. Her eyes were like saucers as she looked at him. "Are you crazy?" she breathed in panic. "Stop this car, and let me out!" Her fingers reached for the door handle to pull, but nothing happened. The door wouldn't open. 

She yanked on it several times. Her breath was erratic in her chest, but it wouldn't budge. With panic rising, her eyes darted along the doorframe looking for a way to unlock it. 

"Let me out!" she cried out again. 

Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, his gaze returned to the road, and he continued to drive without responding. Her fingers latched onto the handle in a death grip before she turned to look at him warily. 

"Where are you taking me?" she asked fearfully.

His lips danced in his amused face as their eyes met briefly. Then he turned back to the road. Even though his smile lingered, again he chose not to reply. His lack of response scared her twice as much. 

"Please," she whispered. "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone."

It was like she wasn't even there. Continuing to peer straight ahead, he eased the car along the street, and increased it's speed. When he finally met her eyes his smile was gone.

"I will." he said quietly. "Just not yet." Then his gaze flittered away.

She stared at him from her huddled position near the door. Her eyes bounced from window to window as she looked for an escape route. They were all closed tightly. Too afraid to say anything further, her mind ran rampant trying to think of what she should do.

In dismay, she watched as he turned the car into the lane that led up to the old cemetery on the top of the hill. Once the car passed it's gates, she knew that escape would be close to nonexistent. 

No one came here. The graves being of an age where visitors were far and few between. This late in the day even the caretakers would have left until the morning. It was just the two of them, and the dead. She began to hyperventilate as the car continued en route.

"Where are you taking me?" she whispered again.

Remaining silent, he drove until they reached the very back of the cemetery. Until only the oldest plots were in view, and pulled the car into a small little path that was enclosed, and surrounded by pine trees. Once they were secluded he put the car in park, and turned off the engine.

Neither of them spoke at first. They just gazed out the windshield lost in their thoughts. When he finally said something, his voice was soft, but it still made her jump in her seat.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said. "But I will if you make me." 

Turning to look at her, his dark eyes were calm, and serious. "If you do everything that I ask you to do, everything will be fine." Her eyes widened again as he continued. "But if you try to fight me, tell me no, or try to scream, I'm going to hurt you badly. Do you understand me?"

A moment passed as she gazed at him in horror before nodding. "Good," he said softly. "I want you to get into the backseat. Crawl between the seats, and go back there."

Hesitating for only a moment, she did as he asked, and turned her frame so that she was grasping onto the top of the head rests before lifting her jean clad leg into the backseat. With a pull, she slipped between them, and huddled into the corner. 

Once she had complied, he too turned around, and followed her so that he was sitting on the opposite side. Angling his body so that his back was to the door, he lifted his leg up onto the seat, and placed his hands on his stomach. 

Their eyes met as he smiled at her in a purely friendly way. It did nothing to ease her terror as she stared at him as if he were the devil.

"Take off your jacket," he told her lightly.

Biting her lip, she reached up slowly, hesitantly, and began pulling her blue hooded jacket down her arms. "Please," she whispered again. "I don't want to do this. I want to go home."

His eyes darkened as he looked at her, his visage becoming fierce and unforgivable. His brows knitted in anger as his eyes met hers, but then his glance shifted slightly until he was looking at the full roundness of her breasts outlined by her thin shirt. His anger quickly vanished as his gaze burned into her. 

"Take off your shirt next," he whispered. She didn't move to do as he asked making him lift his eyes to her in warning. "I said, take off your shirt!" he barked viciously.

Shuddering, her fingers reached down for the hem of the garment, and she lifted it up her stomach, and over her head until she was sitting in front of him in only her bright, white bra. Holding the shirt between her fingers, she pressed it against the front of herself as her eyes fell to her lap. 

"Now, give it to me," he said authoritatively.

Her eyes remained downcast as she quickly handed it over. Without removing his eyes from between her breasts, he slipped the shirt over the top of the head rest, and let it fall into the front seat. He bit his lip as he gazed at her.

"Now, I want you to take off the bra," he demanded next.

Expecting this, she still refused to look at him as her fingers slid up her back to find the hooks to release it. After a moment of fumbling, it came loose in her hands, and she slid the straps down her arms as the cups fell away from her pert, round tits. The sight of them made his breathing leave him a little quicker. 

"Good girl," he said as he took it from her hands and slipped it over the seat to fall as well. Once it had left his hands, his eyes focused on her soft, pink nipples.

"I want you to get on your knees, and come to me." His tone did not brook argument. Her lip trembled as she finally lifted her gaze. It was filled with apprehension, and fear. "Don't make me repeat myself," he told her softly when she hesitated.

Slipping onto her knees atop the seat, she slowly and carefully inched her way along it while avoiding contact with his leg. Her focus became trained on the vinyl beneath her as she approached him.

Slipping his fingers into her dark hair, he gripped her nape roughly. Pulling her head back, he forced her to look at him. His expression was flat, cold and dominant. 

"I want you to touch them." he said gruffly as his eyes lowered to her breasts. "Squeeze them in your hands then play with your nipples."

Reaching down, she hefted the weight of them into both of her cupped hands. Pressing her small fingers into her soft skin, she let out a small sound of barely repressed terror, before closing her eyes tightly, and tweaking both delicate buds. 

They puckered before his heated gaze, making him release a small groan. Releasing her hair, his hands lifted to grip onto her wrists before pulling them down, and away from her large, round tits as his head dipped to take a nipple into his mouth. 

He sucked on it hard, making her jolt, and his mouth widened to take more of her flesh between his lips. Her neck arched back, and her head turned away. She couldn't bare to watch what he was doing to her.

Another muffled groan escaped his mouth, and then his head moved until he had latched onto the other breast. Sucking that one roughly into his mouth, his fingers left her wrists to slip behind her knees. 

Lifting one of her legs, he forced her to straddle him, then pulled her forward so that she slid along the seat. She was now in his lap, and his fingers dug into her thighs as he continued to devour her flesh. 

"Please stop," she gasped when his touch became even rougher. 

Releasing her nipple, his dark eyes met hers as he smiled. His hands lifted til they cupped both of her breasts, and his thumbs brushed gently against the tight nubs in a small apology. Dropping them suddenly, he leaned back against the door, and ran his large palms up and down the tops of her thighs while continuing to gaze at the abused peaks. 

"That is so hot," he said in satisfaction. 

He was rock hard, and ached in ways he'd never felt before. He could feel himself thick, and ready as his cock pressed into his leg. With his dark eyes delving into the soft pools of her blue eyes he reached down to the button of his jeans and popped it open.

"I have something for you," he said darkly.

Grasping the zipper between his fingers, he slowly pulled it down, and watched in fascination as her eyes widened again as they dropped to his fingers. Reaching inside, he gripped his swollen cock with his fingers, and pulled it out so that it jetted up towards his stomach. 

It was engorged with his blood making it impressively thick and long. The head felt extremely sensitive, and as her eyes swooped across it, he felt himself twitch. 

"No," she breathed as her eyes took it in. "No, I can't!" 

Attempting to leave his lap, she leaned towards the front seat in a desperate attempt to flee. His hand quickly darted out, and encircled her throat to stop her movements. Pulling her back so that she faced him, his fingers lightly squeezed as he glared at her.

"What did I say about telling me no?" he asked dangerously. "Do you want me to hurt you?" he questioned as if she wasn't thinking clearly.

Her blue eyes widened in distress, and she quickly shook her head. "Please," she gasped. "Please, sir. I have to go."

Releasing her neck, he ran his fingers through the side of her hair to soothe her. "You're not going anywhere," he said softly. "We're not done."

His fingers still encircled his impressive length, and he began to lightly stroke himself. Her uneasy gaze dropped to his shaft again, and her lips parted in dismay. It seemed amazingly huge to her innocent eyes. A monster. The sight of her watching him, made a small groan escape him as his thumb slid over the throbbing head. 

"I want your mouth," he growled low in his throat. Lifting his hands, he grasped her face between his fingers, and pulled her down. "Back up," he ordered.

Her hands dropped to his legs to brace herself as he pulled on her head. Her knees scuttled backwards in confusion as one of his hands slid into her hair to grip a good handful. When she looked down, he was holding his cock in his hand, and it was pointed directly at her. The tip was an inch from her face. 

"Open your mouth," he grunted. 

She obeyed him immediately, and he lowered her head until the tip of his cock pushed between her lips. Releasing his hold on it, he slipped his other hand into her hair, and pulled her down until his cock was buried in her mouth. With zero hesitation, he began to lift her head up and down his shaft. 

His voice was tight as he instructed her. "I want you to be a good girl, and suck it for me." 

Pushing her hair back so that he had a decent view, he continuously bobbed her head up and down his length for several seconds before the intensity of it made him pull her down hard at the same time that his hips thrust upwards. 

Three inches of rock hard cock filled her throat, making him throw his head back to groan loudly as her eyes squinted shut, and she began to gag. 

When he finally allowed her to pull back, she panted for air, and looked up at him. Her large blue eyes were pleading, but it only turned him on further. Pulling her head down, he filled her throat again.

It became a slow process. Holding her tightly, his fingers curved around her skull as he plunged between her lips to bury himself deep again and again. His strength was overpowering. His hands like clamps. She had no choice but to take every inch of cock that he was giving her.

When he would lift her, she'd splutter, and try to breathe. Then he would slam upward between her descending lips, and her eyes would tighten as she gagged and choked. After a minute of him roughly, and systematically fucking her throat, tears began to pool in her eyes to slip down her cheeks. 

"That feels so good," he whispered gruffly as his engorged member filled her yet again. "We're going to do it fast now," he informed her. "But I don't want to cum yet, so it will only be for a second." 

Tightening his hold even further, he gripped her hair in his fists, and began quickening the pace. His hips pistoned upward, while his hands held her in place so that he could pound into her face. It made a wet gurgling noise that could barely be heard over the sound of him moaning.

When he yanked her head up, and off of him, he let out a sigh of pleasure as she scrambled to breathe. "Good girl!" he enthused. "You took that like a champ. On your knees again."

Releasing her head, he gripped her beneath her arms, and lifted her until she was once again kneeling over him. Her eyes were dazed, and her hair was messed as she panted before him. 

Smiling at her, his fingers reached between them until he had the button of her jeans grasped between his fingers. Flipping it open, he pulled the zipper down. The top of her white, cotton panties appeared to his gaze, and his smile became a grin as he looked at them.


The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 02



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. 

"You might not understand what's happening, but your body does," he said with a smirk.

His fingers trailed over the other breast until that soft, pink nipple tightened as well. Looking up at her a slight scowl furrowed his brows as he took the nipple between his fingers and squeezed it lightly. It made her gasp. 

"You might hate me, little girl, but I'm going to make you want this." 

His tone was practically a threat as he said the words. Sam's eyes widened as she gazed at him apprehensively. Leaning forward, his mouth parted, and he took her nipple, and a good portion of her breast into his mouth. Unlike the last time, he was gentle in his ministrations.

Swirling his tongue around the peak, he sucked at her skin making her fingers dig into the hardness of his shoulders. Her entire body tensed, making her push the lower half of herself against him in reaction. A pleasure filled groan escaped his throat. Her action created a huge amount of friction against his cock, and immediately he hardened beneath her. 

Pulling his mouth away from her, he looked up at her. "You keep doing that, and I'm not going to be able to be gentle," he informed her. 

Immediately she stilled, and it made him laugh. Slipping his hand to the center of her back, he pulled her forward again to take her other breast into his mouth. Tasting it made him groan again.

His hands began to move over her body as his tongue slid against her. He rubbed, and caressed everything he could reach. They ran from her shoulders, down her back until he was gripping her ass in his hands, which he squeezed roughly before his fingers moved over her hips and down her thighs. 

They trailed down her calves which were bent beneath her before trailing back up the way they had come. When his hand finally lifted to cup her breast, he squeezed it making her gasp again before his other hand lifted to slide along her neck so he could pull her closer. 

Once her head dipped, he latched his mouth to the side of her neck, and began to suck and lick the entire length of it. Sam's eyes closed, and her mouth parted at the strange sensations she was experiencing. 

Her palms dug hard against him. What he was doing made her feel shocked and overwhelmed. It made her body hurt in odd places, and she hated him anew for this terrifying experience.

"Please," she gasped.

Sliding his thumb roughly over her throat where he held her, he broke away. Both their breathing was labored as they gazed at one another. 

"Please what?" he demanded.

"Please stop," she gasped in return.

"You want me to stop?" he asked amused.

Biting her lip, Sam nodded.

Reaching down to grip her thighs in his hands, he roughly pulled her against him so that she could feel the swollen ache between his legs. It rubbed against the folds between her thighs, and again she gasped as he looked at her with his gaze inflamed. 

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he gruffly asked. Repeating the motion, he slid her against him again.

Sam cried out as her hands fisted at his shoulders. The sound that escaped her made him wild. With a groan his lips found hers, and pushed them wide as his hand held the back of her head. 

His tongue entangled with hers, and with a sense of urgency, his fingers slipped between her legs to dip into her panties so that he could touch her in the place he wanted to feel most. The hot, sticky wetness that greeted him made a strangled sound leave his throat.

"You are so fucking wet," he panted against her mouth. 

Quickly his fingers sought out, and found her opening. Without warning he slammed his middle finger deep inside of her. The penetration made her cry out against his mouth, but he didn't stop there. Once he was buried, he began roughly jerking the digit from side to side, furiously rubbing the inner walls as his palm pushed against her. The intensity it caused to her nerve endings made her pull away from his lips as her neck arched back. 

"Ah! No! God! Please!"

Pulling her back to him, he found her mouth again, and continued to push her body as far as he could. When his tongue found hers, she pushed forward and greeted it, kissing him back. Her palms rocked against his collar bone, and she mewled into his mouth as his hand moved between her thighs.

The feel of her head moving against his incited him, and sent him over the edge. With little warning, he pulled his hand from her, and reached down to rip open his jeans. His cock sprang out easily. A strangled sound of urgency escaped his throat, and then he gripped the thin material of her panties in his hands and tore them in half. 

Once the barrier was out of the way, he led the head of his cock between her legs seeking out her opening. His strong fingers gripped onto the pale, roundness of her bottom, and pulled her down to him until the stiff length pushed inside of her. When he was fully sheathed, he fought the urge to cum right then and there. 

Pulling away from her mouth, his forehead dropped to hers as his breath left him raggedly. "Fuck," he gasped. Digging his fingers into her skin he looked into her dazed eyes. "Did that hurt?" he asked heatedly.

Shaking her head, her breath came out of her in little bursts as she adjusted to the feel of him buried deep within her. 

"Does this hurt?" he asked as he gripped her hips and thrust into her hard.

Closing her eyes tightly she shook her head again, and bit her lip.

Reaching up to cup her face, he quickly kissed her mouth. "Good," he said. "I want you to ride me."

Pressing his fingers into her hips, he lifted her slightly, then let her sink back down on top of him. She was so amazingly wet, and tight that it made him shudder.

She was still biting her lip as she gazed at him, her large, blue eyes huge in her face. "I don't know how," she whispered apprehensively.

Her soft admission made him smile. "Lift up and down," he urged. "Like this."

Pulling her up by her hips, his cock slowly slid out of her then pushed back in as he pulled her down. "Now you do it," he breathed.

Bracing her hands on top of his shoulders, she lifted her ass up quickly so that his shaft slid out. After a slight pause, she dropped her weight back onto his lap so that it roughly slammed back in.

It nearly undid him, and his lips pressed tightly together as he groaned. "A little slower." His voice was strained as he grimaced.

Her eyes were wild, and unsure as she repeated the motion gently. 

His fingers spasmodically clenched at her hips once she did it. "Good." he gasped. "Now, I want you to do it repeatedly, and when you come down I want you to grind against me."

Obeying him, she wriggled in his lap for a moment, and then lifted up. When she slid his cock back in she pressed her self into it. The motion made a soft breath escape her lips as she did it again, and again. Gripping her ass in his hands he helped guide her, and after a moment she seemed to get the rhythm, and was riding him in earnest. 

The feel of her milking his cock with her tight cunt was amazing, and his eyes lowered so that he could watch himself slipping in and out of her. Reaching up, he slid his fingers into her hair so that he was cupping the side of her head, and his dark eyes clashed with hers as she moved.

"Do you like fucking me?" he asked tightly.

When only a whimper escaped her, he grunted. "You are so hot, and wet. So unbelievably fucking wet." he told her. "You're wet because you love having my cock inside of you."

Her tempo increased at his words, and she gyrated on top of him, barely allowing his cock to escape her body before ramming it in deep again. Pulling her head closer to his, he pressed his lips against her ear. 

"You want it, don't you?" he growled. Reaching around her he gripped her ass in his hands, splaying his fingers. As she rode him, he intensified her downward motions by pulling her into him hard. "You want my fucking cock."

Another cry escaped her when she heard his low pitched guttural tone. "Answer me," he demanded into her ear.

"Yes!" she cried out as her neck arched away. 

He pulled her back so that his mouth pressed against her again. "Yes, what? Say it."

Her breath was jetting in and out of her from the exertion it took to fill herself. When she paused to catch it, he began to grow impatient, and bit down on her neck. 

The pain of it spiraled through her, and shot straight between her legs making her cry out again. "Fucking say it!" he growled.

"I want your cock," she finally whimpered. 

The words left her mouth, and he couldn't take it. He swelled, lifted, and began filling her with cum. An endless moan escaped his throat as he felt it shoot into her. She was pumping it out of him with her continued movements.

When the last spurt painted the inside of her cunt, he stilled her by pressing his palm against her bottom, then blindly searched out her mouth. Once his tongue was between her lips, he brought his other hand between her legs, and pressed his fingers against the swollen nub of her clit.

Rubbing it furiously, he felt her tense on top of him, and squeal into his mouth. Her fingers dug into him hard, painfully, and her legs began to shake. He didn't ease up for a moment, and when he felt her spasm around his softening cock, he pushed even further. 

Pulling away from her lips, he watched her in fascination. He didn't want the sounds leaving her to be muffled. Arching her neck back, she let out several loud whimpers as she bit down on her lip, and her body clenched around him.

When it was finally over, her fingers loosened their deadly grip on his shoulders, and she collapsed on top of him. It made him smile. 




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 02



Sliding his fingers into her damp hair, he pushed it back from her face."Did you enjoy that?" he asked in amusement as he looked down at her. Sam mumbled incoherently in response. "I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that," he said with a laugh. 

"It was alright." she mumbled against his chest. "It didn't hurt."

"It's not supposed to." he said with another chuckle. "I told you before. It gets better. This is just the beginning."

Realizing her position, she quickly sat back up, and away from him. A small frown shadowed her face as she looked at him with anger, and confusion. 

"I didn't enjoy it," she whispered. "I just couldn't control my own body."

Her words brought a smirk to his face. "That's the point, dear."

Her brows knitted suddenly as she looked at him. "How old are you?" she wondered aloud.

Her question made his eyebrows lift in surprise. "How old do you think I am?" he asked evasively. 

"I don't know," she said. "Old. Thirty."

His eyes widened at her response. "Thirty is old?" 

She shrugged in response. Aghast that she could think that, his brow crinkled, and he lifted his hand to smack her on the ass before responding. "I'm thirty four, you little brat."

She nodded. "Old."

He lifted an eyebrow. "Trust me. No one your age could have fucked you the way that I just did. With age comes experience, and you just got a boatload of it." 

Shifting beneath her to get more comfortable, he slid down slightly on the seat so that he was looking up at her instead of at her. "Besides, what do you know? You're in high school."

"Can I go now?" she asked looking down at him.

Shaking his head briefly, he seemed to be in thought as he responded. "No. We're not done."

Her blue eyes widened slightly at his answer. "But I thought you..." Her voice trailed off as she looked to the side in confusion. 

It made him grin. "I did. We're going to do it again. I just need a few minutes because I'm OLD," he said in disgust.

His response made her tense on top of him. "Why?" she asked horrified.

Her tone brought his eyes up to meet hers, and for a moment he didn't speak. When he did, his voice was unusually quiet, and flat.

"Because I want to," he bit out. "I gave you a two week reprieve to... adjust. You are mine, and if I want you then I'm going to have you. You'd better get used to the idea."

"You mean rape me," she replied bitterly.

His tongue tucked into his cheek as he viewed her petulant expression. "The first time, maybe." he finally said. "I didn't exactly hear you trying to scream before."

"If I do you'll hurt me," she returned flippantly.

"I'm starting to realize that you have a mouth on you," he said in aggravation. "I can think of a lot better uses for it. Ones that don't make me want to throttle you." His fingers squeezed her hips to add emphasis to his point. It was effective in silencing her.

"You know now that it doesn't always hurt. There's no reason for you to be afraid of the idea. No reason for you to resist. Doing so just means that you're trying to piss me off."

"I didn't like it when you were choking me. I didn't enjoy that at all." she told him crossly.

It made him grin again as he looked off to the side. When his eyes returned to hers he was entirely amused. "I did," he chuckled. "I was a little rough doing that. I can go slower until you get used to it." he relented.

"I don't want to get used to it," she whispered.

Her response made his tongue press into his cheek again. "I enjoy that way too much to give it up completely. You're just going to have to learn to like it."

Shifting beneath her again, his thumbs pressed into her stomach. "You just have to practice breathing at the right times. I'll teach you."

The thought alone was enough to make him stir slightly, and she gasped as she felt him thicken where he rested between her legs. When he spoke again, his voice was a little strained as he pulled her against his frame, and rubbed himself against her. 

"Up. I want you on your hands and knees."

Using his shoulders to push off of him, she hesitantly left his lap so that she rested on her knees on the seat beside him. Once he was no longer trapped beneath her, he shifted his weight by placing his palms on the seat, and slid himself across it until his back was pressed against the door. 

Lifting his leg, he placed it against the seat back, then motioned for her to come towards him by curling his hand. Her blue eyes widened, but she obeyed him, albeit a little slowly. Leaning down so that her hands pressed into the seat, she crawled across it hesitantly as she approached him. 

Her hands lifted to the top of his thighs, and she nervously peered up at him as she knelt between his spread legs, behaving as if she were oblivious to his cock hardening beneath her.

His lips tilted upwards. His expression was slightly serene, and friendly. Lifting his fingers to her temple, he ran them through her dark hair repeatedly. "We'll go slow this time," he said softly while confirming her worst fear.

Taking in a shuddering breath, her eyes closed for a moment. His fingers halted their light caressing motion in order to grasp onto the back of her head. He was gentle as he did it, but there was no doubt in her mind that he now controlled it's movements.

Gripping his partially erect cock with his other hand, he stroked his thumb down the side of it as he looked at her. "Open your mouth," he requested softly.

Dreading what was going to happen next, Sam parted her lips, and felt him pull her closer as he guided the tip of his cock between her lips. It tasted slightly different than the last time he had done it, and it occurred to her in that moment that it was because she was experiencing the taste of herself on him. 

It made her blanch for a moment once that realization dawned on her. His fingers tightened perceptibly in her hair in reaction to the movement.

"Slow," he whispered again. "It's going to be okay." 

His words did little to reassure her. His thumb stroked the side of her head as he guided his cock into her mouth inch by inch. It pushed past her lips, and slid along her tongue until the tip neared the back of her throat. He was only halfway in. 

"Good." he encouraged her. "Now I want you to grasp onto it with your lips, and your cheeks. Then slide your head up and down." Releasing his hold on her skull, he let his hand drop to his side as he allowed her to take control.

With her mouth filled, she glanced up at him quickly before gazing down at the task she'd been given. Tightening her lips around him, she began to suck softly so that her cheeks gripped the length of him. It made him tense, and gasp as she did it. 

Tentatively, she began stroking the swollen appendage with her mouth, and immediately felt it swell and harden further. It grew to the point where grasping him with her lips no longer became an effort because he grew to such a size that it was forcing her mouth open.

Looking down at her, he bit his lip while he watched her bob on his cock. Fighting the urge to press her down further, his head slammed into the glass behind him, and he closed his eyes. 

"Christ," he breathed. Lifting his dark head, he continued to watch.

Feeling slightly powerless, Sam inched closer until she was able to find a more comfortable position. Once she had settled against him again, she lifted her fingers and wrapped them around him to better direct how much she put into her mouth.

"No hands," he gasped.

Lifting her blue eyes to his in surprise, she quickly let him go, and continued to use only her lips to touch him. 

"Good girl," he breathed as she continued. 

His head tilted back as a groan escaped him. "You have no idea how hard this is," he said while lifting his hips slightly as her head descended.

"I want inside of your tight little throat so bad." A rough breath escaped him as he dropped his head to watch again. "Go deeper," he instructed.

Obeying, her head lowered until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. Wincing momentarily at the contact, she lifted her head again.

He smiled in consternation as he watched her. "No, Sam." he breathed. "Deeper."

Slipping his fingers into her hair, he very slowly pulled her down to him. His cock slid along her tongue, touched the back of her throat, and still he continued to pull. 

The slow, but relentless push of his swollen cock head against her throat forced it open, and her eyes squeezed shut as he filled the canal all the way. It tightened around his shaft spasmodically causing a gasp, then a groan to escape him. 

As gently as he had pulled her down, he lifted her just as gently. Once he left her throat, he looked down at her and instructed in a rasp. "Take a breath."

Sam was already panting, but obeyed by gasping in a lungful of air. Lowering her head again he slid his cock back into the warm confines of her throat, and groaned again.

"That is so fucking good," he moaned. Lifting her, he let her take another breath before doing it again. "Fuck!" he cried out after the sixth time. 

When he pulled her up the final time, he looked down at her, loving the sight of her mouth wrapped around him. "See?" he said. "It's not so bad. You just need a little practice. Once you get pretty good at it, it won't seem so traumatic when I pound the fuck out of it." Smiling, he slid his fingers through her hair in a caress.

"On your knees," he announced. "I want to fuck you again."

Slipping her mouth from him in relief that it was over, she quickly leaned back until she was on her knees once more. Resting her hands on the top of her thighs, she looked at him warily. 

Gazing into her large, blue eyes, his voice was clipped as he spoke to her. "Turn and face the back window. Press your knees against the seat, and put your hands on top of it."

Without any hesitation, she turned to do as he asked. Once she was positioned to his specifications, he lifted himself from the seat, and knelt behind her. Pushing his jeans down further so that they pooled at his knees, he nudged at her thigh. 

"Spread your legs," he ordered gruffly.

Immediately, her knees inched apart as she complied. Reaching down, his palm slid over the soft skin of her ass before he slid two fingers along the crease to tease her folds. She was still wet from their last encounter, and it made him smile.

His lips pressed close to her ear as he spoke to her intimately in warning. "I'm going to fuck you now," he breathed. "I'm going to do it fast, and I'm going to do it hard. Really hard. I'm going to be very rough with you. It's going to be very intense, but it's not going to hurt. Understand?" he asked softly. 

Her breath caught in her throat apprehensively as she nodded. His fingers, dipped towards her opening, but didn't quite penetrate as he continued to tease her. 

"I want you to say it," he whispered. 

"Yes, I understand," she gasped.

"Good girl," he praised her. "Put your head down. I don't want you to hit it on the roof."

Confused, she lowered her cheek to the felt at the top of the seat, and bit her lip as his fingers slid against her. Then he removed them, and her entire body jerked as he slammed inside of her. 

The sheer force with which he did it made her cry out loudly. Her cervix took the brunt of the impact sending a sensation through her body that made her want to collapse. Just as she was adjusting to the feel of it, he pulled out and slammed into her even harder.

Crying out again, her fingers dug into the top of the seat, and she turned her head to sink her teeth into it as she absorbed the sensation. 

His jaw tensed, and his teeth gritted as he then let loose. Gripping onto her hip with one hand, and her shoulder with the other, he began violently pounding into her. His thick cock battered her insides as his hips abused her ass by repeatedly spanking into them. 

He was using every ounce of his strength to fuck her, and her body felt it. With every thrust that he made, an animalistic grunt erupted from his throat while Sam cried out as each impact rocked through her. He was relentless, and vicious in the taking of her. Surging upwards over and over, he spread her lips wide and forced her to take it.

"This is for telling me no," he growled as she cried out again. "You don't fucking tell me no!" he seethed into her ear. "Who do you belong to?" he demanded as he slammed into her again.

"You!" she cried out hysterically. "I belong to you!"

"Who's cunt is this, Sam?" he snarled as he filled her.

"Yours!" she sobbed as she bit into her hand.

"That's right," he panted before raking his teeth over her naked shoulder. "It's fucking mine! You belong to ME! If you ever tell me no again, I'm going to beat you."

His pace quickened and intensified as Sam began to lose her sanity. "Oh God!" she cried out. "Please, Jack!"

The sound of his name on her lips undid him. Plunging between her legs mindlessly, he buried his head between her shoulder blades as his cum poured out of him. 

It was the most powerful, and intense orgasm that he had ever experienced. He repeatedly cried out as it over took him. By the time that it ended, he was so sensitive that he was forced to quickly pull out of her. 

"Jesus fucking Christ," he panted.

Sam's entire body was shaking as she gripped onto the top of the seat beneath her. Tears pooled into her eyes, and quickly rolled down her cheeks as her breath heaved in and out of her. Attempting to swallow, she couldn't, and a soft squeak escaped her throat as she began to fall apart. 

Jack was in a haze of euphoria, but he caught the sound. Reaching an arm around her, he pulled her from the seat, and turned her to face him. Lifting her chin, he looked into her stricken face sternly and wiped the wetness from her cheeks. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asked with a frown.

Sam couldn't speak, she could only shake her head as more tears pooled into her eyes.

"Too intense?" he asked lifting a brow.

Nodding, Sam's chest rose, but she couldn't seem to inhale. Her breath was inconveniently trapped inside of her. Grasping onto him in panic, her face grew pink. 

"Christ, Sam. Breathe." he said with a scowl. Dipping his head, he pressed his lips to hers, and blew into her mouth which forced air into her lungs. 

The action seemed to free her. She gasped, choked, and dragged in a lungful of badly needed air. Her fingers dug into his chest in her relief. 

Looking down at her he smiled in amusement. "Note to self. Don't fuck you quite so hard next time."

Glaring up at him, she released the grip she had on his chest, and collapsed on the seat behind her. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, and dropped her head. She was still trembling everywhere, and needed time to recover.

"You're lucky that seat is vinyl," he said thoroughly amused with himself, and pulled up his jeans to button them. Reaching for his shirt, he slipped it over his head, then ran a hand through his dark hair. "I need a cigarette," he announced suddenly. 

Slipping between the seats, he left her where she was, and hopped back into the driver's seat of the car. Opening the glove compartment, he began to dig around inside. When he found his cigarettes, he pulled one out with his mouth, and turned to hold up the pack. "Want one?" he asked with a grin. "Might help?"

"No." She didn't lift her head in order to respond. When it dawned on her what she had just said to him, her eyes widened, and she quickly reached out a hand in his direction. "I mean yes!"

Her actions made him chuckle. "This doesn't count," he assured her. "But it's good that you listen." 

Tilting his head, he lifted a lighter towards his face and flicked it in front of the cigarette. When it was lit, a puff of smoke escaped his mouth as he turned to look at her again. 

"You know, I wasn't entirely sure about you," he sighed. "Today has made me realize that there's no doubt in my mind that I want to keep you. You did really good," he said with a smile.

Her head was still pressed to her knees. "Joy," she responded flippantly.

He chuckled again. "Even despite your smart mouth." 

Running his hand over his leg absently, he shook his head in amazement as he gazed at the passenger seat. "I think part of you even enjoyed it this time, so things are looking up."

Lifting her head to look at him, she glared. "If I didn't think you'd do something to me, I'd tell you what I think about that," she informed him sourly. 

He only grinned. "Well, that's a good thing I'm thinking. I'm not sure that I want to know what you think about it." 

Turning to start the car, his voice was still amused as it reached her. "Get dressed. I'll take you home."



The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 03



"Some day you will beg me to be inside of you."

His parting words had terrified her. After what she had already experienced, and the things that he had compelled her to do, the way that her body reacted made her fear that there was a possibility of truth to it.

She loathed him. Hated him with every fiber of her being. Yet she couldn't control the physical responses that he forced from her. She couldn't fight him, run away, or scream. She couldn't even tell him to stop. He had warned her what would happen if she tried.

She had already experienced what it was like to have Jack use all of his brute strength on her body, she didn't want to experience what it would be like if he used it to inflict pain. Or worse yet, what she would do if he took his anger out on the people that she loved. He was a monster.

There was no escaping him. For whatever reason he had decided in his mind that she was his, and no amount of begging, or pleading was going to change his mind. Her future seemed bleak as the thought sunk in, and just for the smallest moment she considered taking her own life. He couldn't get his hands on her if she were dead.

Closing her locker, she stared at it for a moment without actually seeing it, and contemplated her options. There weren't many. She could run away. She wasn't entirely sure what he would do if she did that. He could hold true to his taunt about running from him, and do something awful to her family. She couldn't take the risk.

She had already pushed aside the idea of suicide. He wasn't worth it, and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of having that much power over her. She could tell someone. That idea quickly seemed out of the question as well. She wasn't sure if what he said was true, but she didn't want to take the chance that he could still touch her life from the confines of prison.

The only other option was to kill him. The idea made her smile, but terrified her at the same time. If she were to fail, and he retaliated, she wasn't sure she would survive. He might just go out of his way to ensure that she wished that she hadn't. 

Her chest tightened as she realized she didn't have a choice. Until she could think of a way out of it, she belonged to Jack. Turning down the hall, her head hung morosely as she made her way towards the front doors.

"Hi, Sam!"

Lifting her head, Sam smiled weakly as she saw that Miles was coming down the opposite end of the hall towards her. His slight frame, light blonde mop of curls, and thick rimmed glasses giving him an innocent, nerd like appearance. 

"Hi, Miles," she said with a sigh.

"Want a flier?" he asked holding one up from the stack. 

His enthusiastic smile, urged her to take it from him. "Sure. What's it for?" she asked attempting to show interest.

"It's for Bot Wars, of course. The science department is holding them this Saturday in the quad. Be there, or be square!" he said with a grin. 

Walking along beside her, their steps were in unison as Sam pushed open the front doors, and made her way down the steps from school. When she reached the bottom, she turned to Miles, and glanced down at the flier. 

"I'm not sure what I have planned for this weekend," she said politely. "If I can make it though, I'll definitely stop by."

Miles nodded enthusiastically. "That would be great," he said as he reached up to pat her shoulder. "Tell your friends too. The more the merrier!"

Sam's lips tilted as she returned his friendly smile. "I will, Miles. Good luck on your entry." Waving to him with the flier still clenched in her hand, she turned and made her way across the lot before heading down the block towards home. 

She had just crossed the street, and had stepped onto the corner of the next block when a loud rumble brought her head up, and her eyes widened as Jack's Challenger came tearing down the street. When it reached the spot where she was standing, he peered down low to gaze at her through the window. 

"Get in," he ordered. 

Sam's heart lurched within her rib cage as their eyes met. He didn't look happy, or friendly. Fearing angering him further, she stepped into the street, and opened the passenger side door. Once she was inside, and had closed the door the car lurched down the street, and away from her school. 

Turning to look at her, his eyes were wide, and hostile. "So, who was that?" he snapped.

Baffled, Sam looked at him in confusion. "Who was who?"

Rolling his dark eyes, he glared at her. "Don't play stupid, Sam. Who was that guy you were talking to?"

Her expression altered, and she looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "Miles?"

"Is that the little fucker's name?" he replied snidely. 

"Yes," she said in amazement.

"I saw him touch you, Sam. Why was he touching you?"

Instead of answering, she gaped at him. "Are you watching me?" she breathed in horror?

"Yes. I was watching you. Why the fuck was he touching you, Sam?"

Covering her face for a moment, she dropped her hands into her lap. "What in the world are you talking about?"

His look said he was losing his patience, and when he responded his words came out slowly as if he were talking to a small child. 

"You walked out of school... With that guy... He smiled at you... You smiled at him... and then... he touched you. Ringing a bell?" His jaw tightened for a moment before he barked at her. "Why... was he... touching YOU!?"

Throwing her hands up in aggravation she yelled back at him. "I DON'T KNOW!"

Abruptly, he pulled the car into an empty spot on the side of the street, and threw the gear into park. Turning to her, his eyes were fierce, and his mouth was a grim slash in his face. "I don't want anyone touching you."

"Okay," she replied fearfully.

"Ever," he said tightly.

Sam gazed into his wild, erratic eyes. "You're crazy," she whispered. 

His mouth pinched, and his hand reached out to snatch her chin within his grasp. Leaning towards her his face was a cold, harsh mask.

"You. Belong. To. ME," he ground out. Then he pressed his mouth to hers savagely as he claimed her. The pressure that he used to do it made her whimper as her soft lips pushed painfully against her teeth. When he pulled away she could taste blood inside of her mouth. 

"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I won't let it happen again."

His breathing was ragged as he scowled at her, their gazes clashing for an unbelievably tense moment. Finally, seeming to accept what she had said, he put the car back into drive, and pulled back onto the road. 

He made the trip to the cemetery a short one. The car roared along the pathway making it's way up the lane before he finally slipped it into it's usual spot, and turned off the ignition. His expression hadn't changed in the couple minutes of silence it took to reach it. He was still monumentally furious. 

For several moments they sat there gazing out the windshield, and Sam's mind raced in an attempt to think of something that would appease him, or make him calmer. 

"He was just inviting me to the Science Fair." she whispered in intimidation. "It didn't mean anything."

"Get in the backseat," he replied coldly.

His voice was like ice which only intensified Sam's fear. Quickly slipping between the seats, she crawled into the back, and huddled in the corner like she had on the first day that they had met. He made no move to follow her. Instead, he lit a cigarette, and sat in the front smoking it while Sam's trepidation increased. 

Five minutes passed before he finally moved, and when he did, it was to stub out his cigarette before tossing the rest into the glove compartment. Once it was closed, he turned in his seat, and pushed his way between the seats until he was sitting beside her. 

Sam's body tensed as she waited for him to say something. After a moment, he turned to her, his face finally holding some semblance of rationality, and he looked into her frightened blue eyes. 

"I'm going to punish you," he said, his voice quiet and level.

Sam's mouth parted in surprise as she took in his words. "Why? I didn't do anything wrong!"

"I'm going to punish you so that you never forget that you belong to me, and that other people are not allowed to put their hands on you. This will help you remember. Take off your jeans."

Sam wanted to cry. Having no idea what the punishment actually was, and knowing the even scarier thing which was that she wasn't entirely sure what he was capable of, sent her heart into over drive. It beat a tattoo inside of her chest as she quickly hurried to obey him. Once they were removed, he took them from her, and flung them over the seat.

"Are you going to hurt me?" she whispered nervously.

Turning to look at her, he nodded slowly. "Yes."

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked as her breathing hitched, and she sunk further into her corner.

Biting his lip, he seemed to think it over for a moment before his expression flattened, and he shrugged. "I'm going to spank you, and then I'm going to fuck your mouth." he told her. "The way that I like to do it."

A spanking? He was going to spank her. The idea of it still frightened her, but it was no where as near as bad as what she had been envisioning. There had been blood and bruises flashing through her mind. 

"You don't have to do this," she quickly pleaded with him. "I won't forget. I promise."

Glancing downward in a deceptively mild gesture, he lifted his eyes to hers once again as he asked, "Are you arguing with me, Sam?"

"No," she assured him quickly.

He nodded. "Good." Then he tapped his leg. "Lay across my lap."

Biting her lip in apprehension, Sam quickly crawled across his lower body until her stomach was lying across his thighs. Crossing her arms on the seat in front of her, she buried her face against them wishing that she were somewhere else. Anywhere but right here in this moment.

When his palm lightly rested on her bottom, she jerked at the contact, expecting the worst. When she felt that he was only placing it there her frame relaxed, and she dug her chin into her hands.

"You let another man touch you, Sam. That's not something that I'm going to allow. I'm doing this so that you will remember that in the future."

Lifting his palm into the air, he cracked it down on her bottom. Hard. The impact of it was sharp, and loud. It made her close her eyes as she winced. After a brief pause, he lifted his hand, and he hit her again. The second strike stung twice as much as the first, and Sam bit down on her hand to keep from crying out.

Beginning a rhythm, he alternated between cheeks. Sharply slapping one, and then the other. It made her tense, and whimper beneath him. He began emitting a low pitched growl between each, and he was somewhere past a dozen before Sam finally broke, and sobbed.

"Stop!" she cried out in agony.

His hand came down again, whacking her tender skin, and Sam squirmed upon his lap making him press an arm across her legs to hold her still. 

"Here we go again with the telling me no," he muttered crossly. 

His hand struck her yet again, and this time she cried out with the pain of it. "Should we finish it fast, Sam?" he asked her tauntingly. 

Lifting his large palm, he began striking her in fast succession. Rapidly beating her ass with the palm of his hand over ten times. She was screaming when he finally stopped. His breath jetted out of him in angry puffs as his fingers dropped away from her.

"Get on your knees," he told her coldly.

Then he released her. Her palms pressed into the seat of the car as she scurried back to escape him. Her cheeks were pink, and her eyes wet. Once she was kneeling beside him, she turned her head, and met his furious eyes. 

That's when something inside of her snapped. Her fists became claws as she lunged at him. Her teeth clamped together in a snarl. She hit him repeatedly in the chest before he managed to grip onto her wrists in surprise. His brows quickly furrowed into a scowl making his face grow darker. In that moment she didn't care. She was too far gone.

"You fucking asshole!" she snarled. 

Wrenching from side to side in an attempt to free herself, she leaned forward, and tried to bite him. She would have succeeded if he hadn't watched her mouth open to do it. He quickly held her just out of reach of him, and shook her.

"I hate you! I fucking hate you!" she sobbed as she began to cry. 

Watching her fall apart, he held her wrists tightly in his grasp as she trembled, and shuddered with her sobs. "You brought this on yourself by allowing another man to touch you, Sam," he gritted out from between his teeth. 

She attempted to tear her wrists from his grasp yet again, and failed. "He is not a man!" she wailed. "He is a child! I am practically a child. You sick fuck!"

She was so far gone that she didn't see the volatile expression that clouded his face. She could only gasp as he jerked her to him, and took her mouth. "You try to bite me, you little bitch, and you're going to be sorry," he growled against her lips. 

Turning quickly, he pushed her down to the seat so she was lying on top of it, and then pressed his weight on top of her. His mouth forced hers wide as he brutally took her.

She didn't bite him, but she did fight him. Her entire body bucking beneath his as he reached down, and tore her panties away from her body with one rough jerk. A muffled yell filled his mouth as she tried to push him off of her without effect. 

There was little that she could do as he reached between them to tear his jeans open so that he could slam his cock inside of her. Once he was buried to the hilt, he groaned, and reached down to lift her legs so that her knees were bent enabling him to sink further. Pressing his hands to the inside of her thighs, he spread her wide open, and began viciously fucking her.

His thrusts were more like violent jerks inside of her. When he started to grunt with each one, he released her mouth, and buried his hands in her hair to hold her in place as he turned his face to the side. 

Finally giving up in exhaustion, Sam lay docile, and stared up at the roof as he moved between her legs. His hands began to roam all over her body as he pushed inside of her. Grazing down her neck, and over her shoulders, he reached between them to grip both of her breasts in his hands before squeezing them. 

His head lowered to suck one of her nipples into his mouth roughly. It made her jerk, but her devastated emotional state kept her frozen in place, and she didn't react further. 

With his dark head at work, his hands trailed lower. Skimming over her hips, he slid his large fingers beneath her ass, and gripped it in his palms to lift her to meet each of his thrusts. The feel of it made a pleasure filled groan leave his throat as his teeth sunk into the softness of her skin. He bit her hard, and Sam finally cried out. 

"Doesn't feel good to be bitten, does it?" he panted against her. 

Sam didn't respond, and relenting against her sensitive skin he returned to exploring it with his lips. After another moment of tasting her, he pressed his hands into the seat, and lifted himself so that he was looming over her.

His dark expression was fierce. "Wrap your legs around me," he ordered. Sam was numb as she obeyed. "Good, girl," he gasped quickly. "Now, look at me Sam."

Her dull eyes rolled upward to meet his. They held a somewhat lifeless light to them. "Who's inside of you right now?" he asked thickly.

Her voice was flat. "You are, Jack." 

His movements began to quicken as he plowed into her. "Who do you belong to, Sam?" he grunted tightly. 

"You, Jack," she answered just as stoic as before. 

"Say it," he urged her.

Without hesitation she complied. "I belong to you, Jack."

Her words made his eyes squeeze shut as he lunged upwards a final time. Stilling deep inside of her, he shook as he filled her tight cunt with cum. Collapsing on top of her, Jack buried his face against her neck as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're mine," he whispered.

The hollow feeling inside Sam's chest increased at his words, and she swallowed slowly in an effort to gather control. She didn't want to cry again.

"I don't like hurting you," he said softly at her neck. "Especially knowing that it makes you fight me. I don't want you to fight me."

Sam bit down hard on her lip as she focused on the felt of the roof. "I want to go home now," she said in a barely audible tone.

"Soon," he promised her.

Sam's rib cage shuddered as she took in a steadying breath. He was still on top of her. Still inside of her. His weight soon grew heavy, and Sam squirmed. Taking the hint, he pulled out of her, and sat up to close his jeans. Once he had, he placed his hands on the top of her knees and looked down at her. 

"I'm not crazy," he said to her quietly. "I know how all of this may seem to you, but I'm not a lunatic. You just make me act like one. You incite me."

Glancing up to meet his eyes, Sam shuddered again. A moment passed before she wondered into the silence, "How did you find me?"

Jack's tongue tucked into his cheek as he thought about the question. "Now that would be telling," he finally responded. "I'll tell you that story one day. Just not today. Sit up." Gripping her by the hand, he pulled on her arm until she was in a sitting position, and her dark hair fell forward.

Pushing her legs down so that they were flat on the seat, Jack crawled up her body until he was straddling her, and slipped his fingers into her hair, pushing it back.

"I'm going to mark you," he told her softly.

Her blue eyes lifted to his, and immediately her lips pursed as she glared. "It won't hurt," he quickly assured her.

His words did nothing to lessen her volatile expression. "What do you mean you're going to mark me?"

His teeth flashed in his face as he grinned, and he ran his fingers through her hair again. "I mean, I'm going to put a mark on your skin. It will only take a second."

Sliding his fingers down to curve around the side of her neck, his thumb brushed along her jaw as he leaned forward and tilted his head. Sam sucked in a fearful breath as he opened his mouth wide to place it at the base of her shoulder. 

She jerked in reaction when instead of biting her like she expected his lips touched her, and his tongue came out to dart over her skin. It was actually a pleasant sensation as he did it.

After a moment, his lips traveled slowly up the curve of her neck towards her ear. When he reached it, he sucked the delicate lobe into his mouth, and slid his tongue over it. His teeth bit down gently, making her gasp, and then he released it to return to her neck. 

Opening his lips wide, he pressed them to her like a vampire. His strong arm curled around her back, and he pulled her up against him as his lips began to suck. He did it hard. Hard enough to make her wince, and her hands lifted to the front of his shirt as she braced her palms against his chest. 

It went on for at least a minute, while Sam sat still in his grasp. When he finally pulled back to gaze down at his handiwork, a satisfied smile spread across his face, and his thumb reached out to trail over the large purple mark he had left.

With brows furrowed, she gazed up at him as if she couldn't believe what he had just done. "A hickey? Did you seriously just give me a hickey? I thought I was the teenager," she said to him flippantly. 

Her words made him laugh as he looked at her. "Now everyone will know that you are taken," he said raising his brow. "There will be less episodes of touching."

Sam sighed in aggravation. "It's not like I boned the kid against the building. He touched my shoulder. For a second."

Jack scowled as he stubbornly looked down at her. "No touching," he repeated.

Crossing her arms across her chest, she returned his glare. "I wish the same could go for you," she said rudely.




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 03



Grinning again, he quickly tilted his head to kiss her mouth. "Well, it doesn't." Leaning back he shook his head at her petulant expression. "It could be worse," he told her. "I could finish your punishment?"

Her eyes widened slightly, and she quickly lowered her gaze from his as the glare left her face. "I'll be good," she whispered.

"Yeah, I figured you might feel that way," he said with another laugh. 

Running his hands through his hair, he turned and leaned into the front seat so that he could retrieve his cigarettes. His shirt lifted as he dug for them, and Sam stared at his strong lower back while he moved around. When he finally located them, he leaned back, and lifted one to his mouth before digging in his pocket to find a lighter.

"That's a disgusting habit," she told him as he lit it. 

Glancing up at her, he pulled it from his mouth as smoke wafted into the air. "You know," he told her quietly. "I've had just about enough of your bitching for one day. Silence is golden." he informed her. 

"Does that mean you're going to take me home?" she asked hopefully.

Lifting the hand that held the cigarette to his face, he absentmindedly scratched his eyebrow as he looked at her. "Do you want to go home?" he asked her.

"Yes," she whispered.

He grinned. "Then no. I'm not going to take you home."

"Jerk," she muttered beneath her breath.

"I like this mark," he said as he reached to run his fingers over it. "It makes me want to put different ones in other places. 

"Did you want to spell out your name with them?" she asked sarcastically.

"That's not a bad idea, smart mouth." he said with a twist of his lips. "Where should I put it?"

The answer seemed obvious to Sam. "On my ass," she said with a smirk.

He shook his head at her continually disrespectful remarks, and took a drag off his cigarette. "So much for being good. I think I marked that enough for one day," he told her as he gazed at her in warning. "That is, unless you feel like you need it again."

It sounded like an empty threat to her, so she slowly shook her head and gazed out the window. "Why me?" she suddenly asked as she turned back to him. 

His eyes met hers warily for a moment before he sighed. "You ask a lot of questions. Did you know that?" Sam nodded slowly as she waited for an answer. 

Pausing for a moment to think of how to respond, he gazed out the windshield of the car. When he turned to face her again his brows were knitted. 

"You're everything that I want," he said slowly.

"You're so beautiful that you take my breath away. When I look at you it makes me instantly hard. I love to look at you, and I never grow tired of doing it. 

You're also extremely innocent which factors into that. You know very little about these things, and it makes me grateful because I want to teach them to you. I wanted to be the one to show you this part of life.

You're generally sweet, kind, and accepting. Traits that don't seem to appear too often when you're near me, but I'm hoping that will change over time. I just knew," he said. "That from the moment I laid eyes on you, that I wanted to make you mine."

"When was that moment?" she asked curiously.

He grinned. "No more questions." Stubbing his cigarette out into the ashtray attached to the door, he closed it, and turned to look at her. His dark gaze was heated. "What am I going to do with you now?" he wondered to himself softly.

"Take me home?" she asked hopefully.

Chuckling he shook his head. "What is your rush? It's not like I'm going to beat you." His brows furrowed. "Well, not again." he said in self deprecation. 

"You make me nervous," she admitted in a whisper.

Her words made him tilt his head as he looked at her. "Why is that?"

Deciding to be brutally honest, her wide eyes met his as she replied. "I'm never sure what you're going to do to me. It's stressful anticipating what's coming next."

He seemed to think that over for a moment before he smiled. "You like some of the things that I do to you. Don't bother denying it because I can tell."

"Some things," she whispered. "I don't like being afraid all of the time, and that's how I've felt since the moment I met you."

"Are you afraid now?" he asked as he ran his knuckles down the side of her cheek.

"No," she admitted. "But that could change five minutes from now if you decide you want something that I don't want."

Turning, he leaned back so that his spine rested against the middle of the seat, and bent his knee so that his foot rested on the small hump that resided on the floor in front of him. Rubbing his hands over the tops of his thighs, he looked at her. "So, what can I do to make you feel more at ease?"

Let me go, was the first thing that came to her mind, but she was wise enough not to say it. She didn't want to ruin his charitable mood. "I'd probably feel more comfortable if I knew you better," she finally said. "I would have a better idea of what I'm dealing with then."

Eyeing her warily once more, Jack's fingernails raked up and down his jean clad leg as he thought it over. He decided to offer a compromise. "If I do this," he said hesitantly. "Will you stop fighting me at every turn?"

Sam nodded. "As long as you don't hurt me again, I won't fight you." she promised.

Jack took a moment to contemplate that before responding. "Alright," he finally said. "What do you want to know?"

The first thing Sam asked was a question that had been burning in her mind for days. "Were you abused as a child?"

Jack's eyebrows immediately crinkled. "No." Then he lifted one as he looked at her. "Were you?"

Sam shook her head. "Do you have a family?"

The question made him smirk. "Doesn't everyone?"

"Tell me about them," she said softly.

The request seemed to aggravate him slightly, but he answered. "I was born when my parents were in their forties. I'm an only child. My father is retired, and my mother passed from ovarian cancer when I was twenty six."

He was an only child. It explained a lot in Sam's mind. Her next question she was hesitant to ask, but she wanted to know the answer.

"Have there been others?"

His brow lifted again as he looked at her. "Others?"

"Like me," she said carefully. "Others that you've wanted... like this."

Immediately he understood. "No. I've always wanted this, but never felt like I'd found it until you came along."

"So, you've never...?"

Jack's lips twitched as he looked at her face. "Abducted another teenage girl, and forced her to do my bidding? No. This is a first for me."

Sam was slightly relieved, and she wasn't sure why. "Can I have my clothes?" she suddenly asked. "I'm cold."

Jack grinned as he looked at her. "No." he said simply. "But you can come sit on my lap. I'll keep you warm while you ask me more tedious questions."

The dirty look she gave him did nothing to keep him from slinging an arm around her waist to pull her on top of him. When her back was pressed against his chest, he reached up and unceremoniously covered both of her breasts with his large hands. His thumbs brushed against the peaks of them making her nipples grow taut beneath his fingers. 

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Sam gasped.

"Not yet," he whispered as his lips pressed against her neck. His tongue reached out to slide against her skin, and it made it difficult for Sam to think properly. "I would kill anyone who tried to take you from me," he groaned against her.

His rough fingers squeezed, and played with her before one slid down the flat, soft expanse of her stomach. Leaning back, he arched their bodies, and lifted her slightly as his fingers slipped between her legs. The feel of them pressing into the most sensitive part of her made Sam cry out. The sound made him release a soft grunt as he began to stroke her.

"You're extremely wet," he breathed.

Sam's mouth parted as he teased her folds with his hand. Licking her bottom lip, she attempted to swallow before asking another question. 

"Did you really mean it when you said that you would hurt my family?" she asked as her body tensed.

He leaned back further, and his hand reached between them so that he could urgently free himself from his jeans. Gripping his cock in his hand, he pushed it between the crease of her ass cheeks until it slid between her legs.

"Yes," he ground out tightly. When he found her opening he quickly reached around her, cupped her between her legs, and slammed himself inside of her. Sam let out a small, strangled sound as he tilted his head back, and moaned. 

"Fuck!" he seethed. Clenching his teeth, he thrust into her again. He did it slowly, rhythmically, pausing between each one. Soft sounds of pleasure escaping him as he filled her. 

His other hand reached to tangle into the side of her hair, and he gently pulled so that her neck arched sharply to give his mouth better access to her. He continued to pump between her thighs as his heated mouth moved over her. Sliding his finger against her clit, he thrust again, making her pant on top of him. 

"My turn," he growled. Curling a finger against her he pressed his lips to her ear. "Do you like this, Sam?" he whispered.

Biting her lip, she whimpered. "Yes," she admitted.

"Do you want me to stop?" he inquired as his body surged into hers again. 

"No," she cried out. 

"Good girl," he breathed as he kissed her ear. "Tell me what you want, Sam."

The slow, calculated movements that he was making was causing her to lose all sense of reason. "I don't know!" she sobbed.

"Yes you do," he growled before biting her earlobe. "Tell me what you want."

The feel of him methodically massaging her clit while he filled her was beginning to make her unravel. "Faster," she panted. "I need you to go faster, Jack."

The sound of his name on her lips made him groan. Pulling her hair slightly, he turned her head so that he could reach her mouth, and kissed her as his hips began making jack knife thrusts into her. 

The tempo of his fingers increased between her legs, and Sam began repeatedly crying out into his mouth as an orgasm tore through her. It was fast and fierce, and made her tense on top of him as the flood gates opened. 

It made Jack wild to feel it, and like a man crazed, he gripped her hips in his hands, and pumped into her until jettisons of his cum began shooting out of him. 

They both lay quietly when it was over. Jack breathed heavy beneath her while Sam quivered, and trembled as he wrapped his arms around her torso. "That was really good," he stated matter of factly. 

"I wasn't done asking questions," she uttered softly as she yawned. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head to the side.

"You can ask them later," he promised as he kissed the top of her head. "I should probably take you home."



The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 04



Sam took a deep breath, and sighed before opening her English book. It was the third hour of the day, and they were working on chapter six. Comprehension and critical thinking. She had never felt more enthusiastic to learn. 

She was exhausted. The past few days had taken a toll on her both mentally, and physically. Her body felt the soreness of it whenever she moved. She had at least a good five, or six hours to herself before she had to worry, or think about Jack again. She planned on using it to the fullest to enjoy the peace.

Opening her notebook, she lifted her pen to write her name at the top of the page when suddenly there was a knock upon the classroom door. Lifting her head curiously, Sam watched as her teacher Mr. Rydell went to answer it.

The vice principal of the school was standing hesitantly at the door. While several students looked on with interest, he leaned in to quietly have a word with the teacher. 

They spoke briefly in hushed tones that were too low for anyone to hear, and when they were finished, both of them lifted their heads to glance in Sam's direction.

Baffled by their attention, a small frown knitted her brows, and then her teacher beckoned her forward with a solemn expression plastered across his thin face. "We would like to have a word, Miss Bertram." 

Sam hesitantly stood up from her desk. She had barely taken a step when Mr. Palmer, the vice principal, spoke up. "You might want to bring your things, Samantha." he told her quietly.

His words only made her confusion increase. Reaching to gather her things from the desk top, she quickly made her way down the aisle. When she reached them her apprehension was apparent. "Is something wrong?" she asked nervously. 

Urging her to follow them, they stepped into the hallway. When Mr. Palmer turned to her, he seemed momentarily at a loss. His soft, brown eyes grew slightly pained, and his gaze dropped to the floor as he attempted to clear his throat.

"I'm sorry to be the one to impart this news, Miss Bertram. It seems that there has been a death in your family."

Sam's heart immediately began to pound. "Oh my God," she whispered.

"We're very sorry," Mr. Palmer told her sympathetically. "It's your grandmother."

Sam's hand lifted to her mouth in dismay as the news washed over her. It took her a moment to gather herself enough to ask. "What happened?"

They both appeared helpless as they looked at her. Finally, Mr. Palmer raised a comforting hand to her shoulder before he responded. "I'm unfamiliar with the details, but a family member has arrived to take you home. If you would like to stop at your locker to retrieve anything, I'll take you there now so that you can go."

Unsure of what to say, Sam could only nod before turning to follow Mr. Palmer down the hall. She walked to her locker feeling completely stunned. Her nana was old, but not old enough for something like this to occur. 

She was still vibrant, and brimming with tenacity. What could have happened to snuff that out? The news was too fresh for her to react properly. She didn't feel the urge to cry. She only had a sick, empty feeling in the pit of her stomach.

For a brief moment her mind drifted to Jack. The suspicion was there, but didn't take full root because it didn't make any sense. He had no reason to hurt her grandmother. She hadn't run from him, or told anyone of his existence. He couldn't be responsible for this. It just wouldn't make any sense. 

It didn't stop her mind from suspecting him anyways. If he had done this, or had anything to do with it whatsoever, despite the danger involved she really would try to kill him.

Sam shoved her book, and notepad into her locker. Then she lifted her jacket from the small hook inside, and slipped her arms into it. Mr. Palmer waited patiently beside her as she put it on. Once it was in place, she turned, and side by side they made their way down the hall towards the office. 

Mr. Palmer entered first, and she was close behind him as they stepped over the soft, grey carpeting into the small lobby area where the secretaries sat. Turning her head, Sam's blue eyes widened when she spotted Jack sitting in one of the seats in the waiting area. He had his arms across his chest, and was absently biting his thumbnail as he looked up at her. 

Mr. Palmer approached him as Sam stood near the doorway in shock. "Again, I'm very sorry for your loss, Mr. Bertram. If we can do anything to help, please don't hesitate to call us."

Pulling himself to his feet, Jack reached out a hand to shake Mr. Palmer's. His expression was grim. "Thank you," he replied politely. "The next few days are going to be difficult for all of us. I appreciate your willingness to excuse Samantha from class so that she can be where she is needed most."

With another solemn nod, Mr. Palmer turned to look at her where she stood. Her expression was stricken. "Miss Bertram?" he asked in concern.

She hadn't taken her eyes off of Jack since entering the room, but when the vice principal gently spoke her name, her horrified gaze veered towards the older man.

"Ready to go?" Jack asked with a twitch of his lips.

Sam didn't respond. She continued to stare at Mr. Palmer as if willing him to understand what a farce this was.

Jack took a step forward, placed his hand on her shoulder, and rubbed it in a soothing gesture. His dark eyes peered towards Mr. Palmer while he made a show of comforting her. "Don't worry," he told him reassuringly. "I'll take care of her."

Sam gaped at Mr. Palmer in dismay as Jack gently turned her, and urged her to leave the room by maneuvering her towards the door. Once they were in the hall, Sam peered up at him in astonishment as her blue eyes widened further.

"You really are crazy. You know that?" she whispered in amazement.

Smirking down at her, Jack shrugged. "I was bored. I didn't feel like waiting."

Sam's expression turned to one of disgust. "You decided to traumatize me because you were bored?"

Jack rolled his eyes as he grabbed the sleeve of her jacket, and began pulling her down the hall. "You knew as soon as you saw me that it didn't really happen. You experienced five minutes of trauma at best. You'll be alright."

"What are you doing here, Jack?" Sam whispered nervously.

Releasing her, Jack paused at the end of the hall, and turned to look down at her. "I told you. I was bored. I didn't feel like waiting until the end of the day to see you. So, I decided to come get you instead. Worked pretty well," he said with a smirk. 

Sam shook her head at his audacity. "So, what now?" she asked in bewilderment.

He tilted his head quickly towards the door. "Come on. Lets get the hell out of here."

***

Smoke escaped his mouth before he leaned forward to put his cigarette out. "God, I don't envy you. Just sitting there waiting for them to go get you reminded me of how much I hated school. You should thank me for breaking you out," he said with a grin.

Sam popped a gummi bear into her mouth as she watched a few cars pass by. "Thanks for being crazy, and freeing me from third hour English," she said in amusement. "Fridays they whip us with rulers."

Turning his head to look at her, he lifted a brow. "Hot," he replied.

After leaving the school, they had stopped at a gas station, and Jack had filled the Dodge with gas before going inside to pay. On his return, he'd hopped back inside of the car, and had tossed her a package of gummi bears. When she had turned to look at him questioningly, he smiled before inquiring, "What? I thought kids liked candy?"

Rolling her eyes, Sam had opened the box, and had begun eating them. She didn't offer him any. She was still annoyed with his antics. 

Afterwards, he had driven to a small department store, and pulled into the parking lot. Finding an empty space in the middle of it, he shut off the engine, and lit a cigarette. 

"Are we going shopping, or something?" she asked as she chewed.

"No," he replied before leaning back into the seat. 

"Then why are we here?" she wondered in confusion.

"We're making a drug deal," he informed her while he stretched.

Sam stopped chewing, and her eyes widened as she looked at him.

Lolling his dark head towards her lazily, he shook his head at her expression. "I'm kidding, relax."

She resumed chewing slowly. "You're hilarious. So, why are we really here?" she asked curiously.

Leaning forward to grab another cigarette, he grinned. "I should start calling you Little Miss Question Asker.

Sam popped a red bear into her mouth. "I should start calling you Jack Ass."

Her quick wit made his grin widen. "You go right ahead. We'll see how many times you want to after the first time."

Pursing her lips, she made a face. "Aren't you worried that someone will see us here?"

His brows knitted, and then he ashed his cigarette into the tray. "Why would I be? It's not like I'm fucking you up against the dashboard." He paused for a moment then smiled. "Maybe we can try that later."

Rolling her eyes again, Sam turned her head to look out the window.

"It's a change of scenery. Are you hungry?" he asked suddenly.

Sam shrugged, and popped a green bear into her mouth. Leaning forward, he started the engine making the car roar to life. 

"Lets go eat."

***

Rolling his shoulder, Jack rubbed it slightly as he grimaced. It was the second time that he had done it since they had sat down at the booth they were in. 

"Are you alright?" she asked with a smirk.

Lifting his dark eyes to hers, he grimaced again. "I'm fine. Occupational hazard of trying to fuck in enclosed spaces. Think I pulled something." Sam shook her head at him as their waitress walked up to the table.

"What can I get for you," she said disinterestedly as she held a pencil to a pad of paper.

"I'll take a cup of coffee, light cream, no sugar. What do you want, brat?" he asked Sam.

She glanced up at the woman, and politely replied. "Lemonade, please."

Writing it down, she tapped the pad with her pencil before lifting her ash blonde head. "Are you ready to order, or would you like a few minutes?"

Jack rested his arm on the table, and looked at Sam. "Do you know what you want?"

Sam smiled tightly in response to the question which made Jack lift a brow in warning as he looked at her, but after a moment she turned to the waitress and said, "I think I need a minute."

The woman nodded in response. "No problem. Take your time." Then she wandered off to another table as Sam picked up the menu that sat in front of her.

Jack's fingers dug into the muscles of his bicep while he grimaced again in pain. "Stupid car," he grumbled.

It made Sam's smile return. "You poor thing," she said patronizingly. "Want me to rub it?"

Glancing up at her, he scowled. "If I thought for a second that you were serious, I would say yes. This hurts like a bitch."

"That's what happens when you get old," Sam informed him sympathetically. "Things just start falling apart."

Jack's expression said he neither wanted nor appreciated her candor. "Cute." he replied.

Sam's expression grew thoughtful. "I suppose that I could do it," she finally said. "Might earn me some points when you start flipping out over something that only makes sense to you."

Jack grinned before tucking his tongue into his cheek. "It might," he said in amusement.

At that moment their waitress returned with a coffee pot, and a handful of creamer in small, plastic containers. Filling Jack's cup, she rested them on the table top. Turning to Sam, she smiled politely. "Still need a few minutes?" she asked.

"Keep in mind that they don't serve happy meals here," Jack informed her smugly.

Giving him a dirty look, Sam turned to the waitress. "I'm ready."

***

She ordered a turkey sandwich with french fries. Jack ordered an omelet, and hash browns from the breakfast portion of the menu. When the waitress finished writing it all down, she collected their menus before wandering off to the kitchen.

"Since we're here," Sam said. "I have a few more questions that I would like to ask."

Jack's face lit up with excitement. "Wonderful!" The sarcasm that poured off of him was palpable. 

Sam swiftly rolled her eyes. "I was just curious," she started out slowly. "What made you decide to do this? You're not a bad looking guy, and could probably get anyone that you want. Why take such a huge risk like this?"

Jack's brows furrowed, and then he smiled. "You think I'm good looking?"

Sam sighed. "Yes. That's not the point."

His smile turned into a grin. "You want me, don't you?" he said with a snicker.

Sam shook her head in aggravation. "Do you ever act your age?" she asked in annoyance.

Jack set an empty creamer container on the table next to his coffee before stirring it. Instead of answering her last question, he decided to answer the previous one.

"I dunno," he said with a frown. "Maybe I think you're worth the risk." Lifting his coffee cup, he took a sip from it.

Sam was struck in that moment how strangely romantic his statement was, and quickly shook it off. "How long are we going to do this?" she asked pointedly.

Peering at her from above his coffee cup, Jack paused. Grimacing, he set the cup down. "Is it so horrible?" he asked instead of answering. "It's not like I'm hurting you."

"You hurt me yesterday." she reminded him. 

Jack scowled as he looked at her.

"You hurt me the day that we met," she added quietly. Her despondent eyes dropped to the table top. "You'll hurt me if I leave."

He looked stricken as she spoke, possibly even a little guilty. "Sam," he breathed. "I..."

The waitress appeared in that moment, and set a glass of lemonade on the table. "How are we doing?" she asked. 

Jack's voice was flat as he responded. "Fine. Thank you."

Her smile was again, polite. "Your order will be up shortly." Jack nodded curtly, and she wandered away.

"I don't want to hurt you. That's not what I want." he said once she was gone. He ran a hand through his dark hair, and sighed. "I'm perfectly aware that what I'm doing is fucked up, and I know that you hate me for it. I don't want things to be this way."

"Then why are you doing this?" she gasped.

His dark eyes grew volatile as he looked out the window in consternation. "I told you why," he said before bringing his gaze back to her. "You are what I want."

"What if it's not what I want?" she asked in anguish.

"Well then, that's too fucking bad!" he snapped.

Sam looked into his angry eyes, and took a deep breath. Stop pissing him off, her mind raged at her. He looked unbelievably cold, and unforgiving. For a moment Sam felt her fear return as her chest grew tight. He completely intimidated her when he was like this, and she immediately dropped her eyes from his to look at the table.

"I don't want to fight with you," he said sourly. "Can't you just accept for the moment that this is the way things are, and try to embrace it? At least try. Please."

Sam nodded in an attempt to appease him. They would soon be alone again, and she didn't want him enraged once that time came. 

"I'll try," she whispered.

"Good." He seemed to calm slightly. Picking up his coffee again, he took a drink. "There's a few places that we need to go to today." he said suddenly.

Sam frowned. "Like where?"

His gaze met hers while he scratched his eyebrow. "The cellular store for one. You need a phone. I won't have to make up anymore fake grandmother stories if I can actually get a hold of you when I want to."

Sam's mouth parted in surprise. "You want to buy me a cell phone?"

Jack sighed heavily. "Is that a problem?" He seemed ready for an argument.

Sam wisely kept her mouth shut, and shook her head.

Shifting in his seat, his gaze grew uncomfortable. "We also need to get you something to prevent conception." Her face was blank as she looked at him. It told Jack that she had no idea what he was talking about. 

Leaning forward, Jack looked around them before lowering his voice. "Sam. I've been repeatedly cumming inside of you. If we don't get you something, you're going to get pregnant."

Sam lifted her lemonade to her lips, and took a drink. Then she set the glass back down. "I already took care of that, Jack." she said quietly. "Just because I'm young doesn't mean that I'm stupid."

His brows furrowed, and then he smiled. "When did you do that?"

"The day after the first time. You don't think that I worried about what could result from it?" She looked offended.

"What did you get?" he asked curiously.

She shrugged as if it weren't important. "The shot. I asked the doctor to be discreet. I don't think it would bode well for me if my parents knew that I had asked for it."

Raising his eyebrows, he smirked. "Alright. Well, that's one less thing we have to worry about."

Sam's lips were tight as she smiled at him. "I guess so."

***

Their food arrived shortly afterward, and they ate in relative silence. During the course of the meal their waitress came by to refill Jack's coffee twice, and to ask them if they needed anything. The second time, Jack shook his head, and she placed their bill upon the table before wandering away.

Picking it up, he looked at Sam. "Ready to go?"

Sam quickly nodded. "I just want to use the restroom."

Slipping from the booth, Jack made his way up the aisle until he reached the register. He handed their waitress the bill before reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet to pay. 

Sam passed him as she made her way towards the ladies room. "I'll just be a minute," she said to him, and watched as he absentmindedly nodded without looking at her.

When she pushed the door open there was music playing from a speaker in the ceiling. It sounded like Def Leopard to her, but she wasn't sure. Passing a row of sinks, she pushed open the larger door of the two stalls present, and made her way inside. 

Once the stall was closed, she turned the knob to lock it then made quick work of using the bathroom. When she was done, she stood, lifted her jeans, and fastened them. Absentmindedly rubbing her left eye, she opened the stall door so that she could wash her hands.

She was startled to see that Jack was standing in front of her, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. A small smile tilted his lips, and his expression looked full of deviltry.

"What are you doing?" she gasped in shock.

He didn't answer. Taking a step forward, Jack wrapped an arm around her waist, and lifted her from the ground as he walked them backwards into the stall. It made Sam gasp again, and her hands immediately came out to brace on his shoulders. 

His mouth was aggressive when it found hers, and he blindly reached out to close the stall door, and lock it. Letting her body slide down the length of his, Jack pushed her against the brick wall behind her. 

Deepening their kiss, his body slammed into hers, and he reached up to grip both of her breasts in his hands through her shirt. Sam mewled against his mouth when his hips ground into hers. He did it repeatedly and roughly, completely consumed with need. 

Groaning into her mouth, he quickly reached down with his hands, and opened her jeans before sliding them down her hips. They rode the tops of her thighs when he broke away to turn her so that she was pressed into the wall. 

His hard mouth found her neck, and opened hotly to suck at her delicate skin. He licked and tasted her while his fingers reached between them to tear open his jeans. 

Within seconds she could feel him pressing between her legs, and his voice was a soft growl when it came to her. "I need to fuck you. I'll be quick." 

Sliding his hands beneath her arms, he reached up to curl them around her shoulders, and Sam cried out as his cock surged upward to fill her without warning.




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 04



Gritting his teeth, he pounded into her. His hips rapidly ramming against the rounded curve of her bottom. She could hear the soft grunts of pleasure that left his throat while he took her, and her mouth parted at the intensity of it. 

He was relentless, and rough as he fucked her. When his teeth sunk down on her earlobe, Sam whimpered, and the sound made him let out a breathy moan as he started to cum inside of her.

Biting his lip, his thrusts grew slower as he rode out his orgasm. He quietly moaned again and again. When it reached the high point, he leaned heavily into her so that he could get himself deep. When he had finished filling her, he grunted in satisfaction.

"It's a good thing you obtained a contraceptive already," he panted. "I think I just shot cum all the way up to your stomach."

Sam had felt it. Each spurt that had erupted from his rigid cock, had jetted against her cervix as it left him. "Lucky me," she gasped.

Pulling out of her, Jack turned her so that she was facing him. When their eyes met, he ran a gentle hand through her dark hair, and leaned down to kiss her softly. "Will you do something for me?" he asked beseechingly.

Sam looked up at him inquisitively as he caressed her again. Gnawing at his lower lip with his teeth, Jack looked hesitant, and it made Sam frown as she looked at him. 

Finally he smiled, the look of deviltry returning to his gaze. "Will you clean me off? I really want to watch you do it." Sam's mouth parted as her brows lifted in surprise. 

"Please?" he entreated her, kissing her mouth again. "It's kind of a fantasy of mine."

Sam gazed into his earnest eyes, and fought the urge to roll her own. He looked like a small boy that was waiting for Christmas. She didn't want to replace that sweet look with one of anger. So, reluctantly she consented. "Alright," she said hesitantly.

Her response made him smile with anticipation. Kissing her mouth quickly again, he took a half step back. Holding out his hands, he waited for her to place hers within his then steadied her as she slowly sunk to her knees on the tiled floor before him. 

His jeans hung precariously from his hips, his soft member directly before her. Sam gazed up at him slowly to find that his dark eyes were watching her intently. Dropping her large, blue eyes to the task at hand, she reluctantly reached out to touch him. 

"No hands," he whispered.

Peering up at him, Sam quickly obeyed, and let her fingers fall to the top of her thigh. Leaning forward, she placed her lips against the head of his cock, and opened her mouth to take it inside. 

Once she had a grasp on it, she tilted her head to urge the whole length to slide along her tongue, and into her mouth. When she had all of his soft flesh between her lips, she began to softly suck on it. It made Jack release a strangled gasp.

She began to swirl her tongue against him, running it teasingly over every inch. It was a much easier task than when he was rampantly aroused. Her cheeks grasped onto him eagerly, and Sam began to bob her head. 

Jack closed his eyes, and groaned as he slipped his fingers into her hair. He could feel himself beginning to thicken inside of her mouth. 

"As amazing as that feels, you had better stop," he panted. "Or I'm going to fuck you again, and we're going to be here all day."

Sam paused, her mouth still filled as she looked up at him. He rubbed his thumb along her ear as he looked down at her in adoration. "You are so unbelievably hot," he whispered as their eyes met. 

Pulling his thick shaft from her mouth, she had the audacity to grin up at him. "You taste like chicken, Clarice."

He couldn't help himself, and started to laugh. "You're very weird. Has anyone ever told you that before?" he asked as he put himself away, and closed his jeans. Helping her up off the floor, he leaned in, and kissed her mouth. "Very funny, but very weird."

Sam scrunched her nose at him then pulled up her jeans as well. She was still in the process of buttoning them closed when he opened the stall door, and walked out of it. 

Just at that moment the bathroom door opened, and an elderly lady entered the room clutching her purse in her hands. She seemed startled when she almost ran into Jack, and then gazed up at him in surprise. "Excuse me," he said politely as he made to pass her.

Sam leaned in conspiratorially to impart to her, "We've tried to study him, of course, but he's much too sophisticated for the standard tests."

Jack chuckled again as they left the bathroom. "Shut up, brat." he said in amusement.

The sun was shining brightly when they left the restaurant. They walked side by side until they reached the Dodge, and feeling chivalrous, Jack opened her door for her before she got inside. Rounding the car, he got in as well, and reached for his cigarettes.

"Love me like a bomb, baby. Come and get it on," he sang.

Sam raised an eyebrow as she tilted her head to look at him.

"I think I'm going to get hard every single time I hear that song from this point forward," he said with a grin.

Shaking her head, Sam gazed out the window as he lit a cigarette, and started the car.

***

"Which one do you like?" he wondered as he shifted through screens on a small, black Nokia he held in his hand.

Sam shrugged. "You're the stalker," she said offhandedly. "You pick."

Rolling his eyes, Jack set it down as a sales person approached them. "Anything I can help you with, sir?" He was young, blonde, and eager to assist them. He had an energetic air about him while he smiled politely at Jack.

"I'm looking to buy a cell phone," Jack replied. "What would you recommend?"

The sales clerk nodded in understanding. "Will this be for you, or your daughter?" he inquired as his gaze flicked over Sam.

Jack scowled. "It's for her." A hard edge had crept into his tone.

The clerk sensed the mistake that he had made, and once again his eyes returned to Sam as he appraised her. Shaking himself, he brought his attention back to Jack. "Were there any specific capabilities you had in mind? Internet access? Video perhaps?"

Jack peered towards Sam in order to garner her opinion. "Do you want that stuff?"

Pondering the question for a moment, Sam turned to the sales clerk. "Got anything purple?"

The clerk smiled, and Jack rolled his eyes. "I think we have a model that comes in purple, yes." 

Stepping down the aisle he stopped beside a display that held a Motorola flip phone. "This one here has all of the up to date capabilities, and I believe comes in purple, red , blue, and black. It's also on sale for fifteen percent off." 

The price tag beneath it read one hundred and thirty eight dollars, but Jack didn't even glance at it as he looked at the sales clerk. "I'll take it."

The clerk beamed at Jack enthusiastically. "I believe we have some in the back. If you'll excuse me, I'll just go collect it."

Jack nodded at him before he walked away. "Thanks, dick head." he muttered.

A few minutes passed while they waited for him to return. With the signing of a few papers, and a swipe of Jack's credit card they were out the door again. Once they were in the car, Sam held the plastic bag with the phone inside of it close to her chest as she turned to Jack, and grinned. "Thanks, Dad!" she said while barely containing her mirth.

Turning to look at her, he tucked his tongue into his cheek. "Someone's looking to get spanked," he said refusing to join in her amusement.

His words did nothing to lessen hers. She only turned her head to look out the window as he started the car.

***

"You have to let it charge for at least twelve hours before you use it. So, when you get home, plug it in somewhere." Slipping the battery pack into the back, he slipped the casing over it, and clicked it into place before handing it back to her.

"How am I supposed to explain where I got this from?" she asked quietly.

Jack shrugged. "Don't. Keep it on vibrate, and no one will ever know that you have it. If for some reason it's discovered, make something up. Tell them that someone at school gave it to you."

Sam sighed as she looked down at the phone. It just represented another piece of her freedom that had been stolen from her. She hated it already.

They had been parked in the cemetery for the better part of the past ten minutes, and Jack put his cigarette out before turning to her. 

"Lets get in the backseat," he urged. "I want to be inside of you." Pushing out of his seat, he slipped between both, and held his hand out to her so that she could follow. 

Setting the cell phone on top of the dashboard, Sam took a deep breath, and quickly obeyed him by taking his hand. Once she had joined him, he knelt on the end of the seat, with one foot placed upon the floor, and turned her so that her back was to his chest. 

"Get on your hands, and knees," he said softly beside her ear. Pushing gently in the middle of her back, he urged her to bend over until her hands were flat on the vinyl. 

When she was prostrated, he reached around her waist to unbutton her jeans before slipping them over her bottom, and down her thighs. He did the same with her panties. Gazing down at her soft, round cheeks, a quick breath escaped him as he ran his hands over them. 

"You have the most amazing ass," he breathed in appreciation. Pulling her towards his hips, he rubbed himself against her before popping open the button to his pants. 

Slipping them down his thighs, his cock sprang out turgid, and throbbing as it bounced against her soft skin. Gripping it in his hand he rubbed the head along her folds while caressing her backside. 

"I want to fuck you nice, and slow this time," he said thickly. He slid the tip between her ass cheeks, and let it glide towards her clit before rubbing it in circles against her to tease her. 

She grew impossibly wet from the small action alone. Taking full advantage, Jack slid into her easily. When he was buried, he made the same slow, teasing circular movements with his hips which made Sam gasp.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked tightly. Pulling out until only the swollen, engorged head was inside of her, he paused before sliding in again. 

The sensation it caused made Sam ache deep inside. He teased her again and again. Pulling out most of the way, he'd still, then after a tense moment he would slide forward again to fill her. His movements were slow, calculated, and designed to make her insane. 

"I love how fucking tight you are," he breathed as he moved. "It makes me want to shove my tongue inside of you."

Sam cried out as he plunged forward again, and her fingers fisted on the seat. "Do you like my thick, hard cock inside of you, Sam?" he ground out, his voice strained. 

Sam mewled beneath him, and dug her fingers into the vinyl mindlessly. "Please," she begged. "Please, Jack!"

"Please, what?" he asked darkly as he twisted out of her, and stilled once more. After a beat, he slid achingly slow back inside of her.

Sam couldn't handle much more. She began to pant as she squirmed beneath him. 

"It's okay. You can tell me, Sam." His voice was persuasive, soft, and had an edge to it. "You love spreading your legs for me, don't you? You love it when I hold you down, and force you to take every inch of my cock. Even when you fought me, deep down you loved that I was fucking you, and making you take it. Didn't you?"

He pushed into her again, and Sam tried to push back against him to increase the pace, but his fingers dug into her to still her movements. "Please!" she begged again.

Jack refused to relent. "Please, what Sam?" Only the tip was in place, and he sunk in an inch before retreating again. He did this several times as she cried out beneath him.

Her eyes screwed shut as she gave him what he wanted. "I need you to do it harder, and faster. I need it. Please!"

He slammed into her abruptly with all of his strength, making Sam cry out at the pleasure of it, but he stilled. His voice grew harsh. "Tell me that you fucking want it!" he snarled. 

Mindlessly she obeyed. "I want it!"

"What do you want, Sam?" he seethed roughly.

Her dark head tossed from side to side as her face contorted with anguish. "I can't," she sobbed. "I can't, Jack!"

Easing his hips back, he rammed into her even harder. "You love it," he growled. "Beg me to fuck you. Tell me that you want my cock."

Gripping onto the edge of the seat, Sam fought the overwhelming desire to scream. Taking a deep breath, a shudder escaped her. "I want your cock. Please fuck me!"

"Am I making you do this? Or are you doing it because you love getting fucked?" he snapped.

"I love getting fucked," she whimpered. "Fuck me, Jack! Please fuck me!"

Slipping partially out of her smooth, wet hole, he slammed back into her hard making her whole body jerk. The tempo he set was just as slow as before, but this time he was vicious with his thrusts. 

It was on the sixth time that he rocketed inside of her that Sam began to cum. Burying her face against her hands, her mouth parted, and her eyes closed tightly as the waves hit her. Her cries turned into moans, and she spasmed around him as he continued to thrust into her. 

When she finally began to quiet, Jack stilled inside of her pulsating, and throbbing. He was still engorged to the fullest. His palm ran soothingly up, and down the length of her spine. "That felt good, didn't it?" he asked her quietly. Sam incoherently lifted her head up and down with her cheek pressed into the seat. 

Jack's fingers trailed over her soft skin until they reached the pale globes of her ass. Grasping onto both luscious curves with his large hands he began kneading them with his fingers.

"You did really well, baby." he told her. "But we're not done yet. This next part might be a little hard for you, but I don't want you to worry. I'll try to finish quickly."

Sam was barely comprehending anything that he said. She was in a euphoric haze as his hands massaged her backside.

Jack lifted his fingers to his mouth, and spit onto them. Lowering his hand, he slipped them between her legs, and slid them high until they were pressed against the tightly puckered hole of her ass. With a slight grunt, he pressed and eased them into her, parting her for the first time. 

Sam immediately tensed beneath him, and gasped. "What are you doing?" she asked in dismay. 

His fingers slid in further, giving no regard to a slow approach, and as Sam cried out in pain this time, he buried them to the hilt. Pulling back his hips, he thrust into her again, and at the same time copied the actions with his fingers. 

The stimulation of one lessened the pain of the other, but not enough to keep her from wriggling. "Jack!" she cried out in agony. 

"I want to cum in your ass, Sam." he grunted softly. "I need you to be a good girl, and take it."

Pulling his rigid member out from deep inside her, Jack removed his fingers from her small hole, and replaced it with the tip of his swollen cock. "It's okay if you scream," he told her gruffly. "This is probably going to hurt."

Gripping her hips in his hands, he slammed his cock deep into her virgin hole. The feel of it made him instantly groan with the pleasure of it. He had never felt anything so amazingly hot, and smooth in his entire life. Only, he wasn't wrong. Sam screamed. It didn't stop him from what he did next.

Dropping his weight on top of her, Sam's knees buckled beneath her so that she was lying flat on the seat. He quickly straddled her soft, round ass, and placed his palms in the middle of her lower back. Once he had braced himself, he urgently began slamming his hard appendage between her pliant cheeks.

Sam cried out again, and again as she clawed at the seat in front of her.

"It's almost over, baby." Jack panted behind her. "I'm almost there. Just a little longer."

He pounded into her ass as if it were a drum. His movements were quick, and erratic. Sam mewled beneath him as the searing pain of it began to lighten to a slight discomfort.

Her body began to open, and accept him as it adjusted to the invasion. When he at last gave a final hard thrust, and came inside her with a roar, every nerve ending in her body was screaming from the intensity of it.

Pulling out of her, Jack collapsed on top of her smaller frame. His breath escaped him in ragged bursts while he parted his lips to kiss her spine.

Slipping his arms beneath her, he cupped both of her breasts in his hands. Then he rolled them until he was on his side, and her back was pressed against his chest. Burying his face against her neck, he squeezed her hard. 

"I'm sorry," he said sheepishly. "I'm sure that wasn't pleasant for you. I just really wanted to do it."

Sam was too exhausted to respond for a moment. When she finally did, her voice was full of rancor. "I'm not sucking it clean," she told him.

Jack's chest shook with laughter before he squeezed her once more. "I wouldn't ask you to," he said in amusement. "You're not crying. I take it that's a good sign." 

Sam's response was a wordless grunt. It made Jack laugh again. "I love how you can take anything I dish out like a champ," he told her happily. "It makes me want you more, and more with every passing minute."

Lifting a tired hand into the air, Sam flipped him off. Instead of getting angry like she expected, he leaned forward and sucked her slender finger into his mouth. 

She gasped as he swirled his tongue around it. It made her jerk it away from him before she lowered her hand back to the seat. Chuckling again, he dipped his head to kiss her on the neck.

"Woman," he breathed against her. "You are definitely mine."

Sam's eyes drifted closed while a wince contorted her delicate features. For with those few words, she felt as if her fate was sealed.



The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 05



Her first text came early the next afternoon. She was lying in bed, attempting to sleep in late, when an unfamiliar buzzing startled her awake. Glancing up at the cell phone sitting on her night stand, she let out a groan. Her head dropped back to the pillow, and she blindly reached for the device before pushing one of the buttons to make the screen light up.

"Did you remember to charge the phone?" - J.

Sighing, Sam took her time while typing out a response.

"No. It's still sitting in the box. I'll do it later." - S.

A moment passed, and then it vibrated again. 

"You're just not happy with yourself unless you're being a brat, are you?" - J.

Rolling her eyes, Sam jabbed at the keys with her thumb.

"If you are unhappy you could always go cruise the middle school?" - S.

It buzzed again almost immediately.

"Careful." - J.

It was a warning, and Sam wisely obeyed it.

"What do you want, Jack? I'm trying to sleep." - S.

When it buzzed again, she almost didn't want to look at it.

"No sleep for the wicked. Get up. I'll take you out for lunch." - J.

Sam made a rude noise in the back of her throat.

"It's Saturday. Don't I get a day off?" - S.

It took a minute, but the phone finally buzzed once more.

"You can sleep when you're old, and before you make some smart ass comment about my age, keep in mind that you still haven't received the second half of your punishment. Get that cute ass out of bed. I'll pick you up in an hour." - J.

Sam threw the cell phone so that it landed near the end of her bed, and crossed her arms over her chest. Bossy fucker. She just wanted to go one day without having him push her around, or telling her what to do. Apparently, that day was not going to be today.

***

The sun was exceedingly bright when she left the house. Squinting her eyes against the blinding glare, she made her way down the steps, and immediately noticed that Jack had parked four houses away from hers. 

When she reached the car, and got inside there was music softly playing from the radio. He was smoking a cigarette, and he turned to waggle his eyebrows at her in greeting before pushing a button on the dashboard to change the station. Shaking her head, Sam sighed.

"Morning, beautiful." he said with a grin. "Are we going to be pissy today?"

Sam pursed her lips as she thought it over. "Possibly. It depends on what's on your agenda."

His eyes widened, and he smirked at her. "I have no agenda. I have an empty stomach, and I enjoy the pleasure of your smart mouthed company. I plan on feeding you. Food this time," he said in amusement. "Are you hungry?"

"I could eat." she replied agreeably.

Her blue eyes lifted to his dark hair after she answered. It looked damp as if he had recently showered. He was also sporting a thin layer of stubble. It was apparent that he hadn't touched a razor to his face that morning, and it added to the aura of danger that usually permeated him. Only, he didn't seem very dangerous at the moment. His mood appeared to be good natured. 

Starting the car, he turned his head, and smiled. It made him look a lot younger than he was, and Sam gazed at him in wonder. Then to her surprise, he leaned towards her, tilted his head, and kissed her mouth very gently. When he pulled back to peer into her stricken blue eyes his smile was still in place. 

Sam lifted her eyebrows as she met his gaze. "That was very boyfriendy."

Jacks brows knitted as his smile transformed into a grin. "Was it?" 

She nodded solemnly as she looked at him. "It's kind of weird to see you act normal. You should probably stop before it starts to freak me out."

Jack chuckled before rolling his eyes. "I'll try to act crazier so you're more comfortable." Pulling the gear shift into drive, he pulled away from the curb.

***

He ended up driving them to a small, Mexican cantina that Sam had never been to before. Upon walking through the door, they were quickly seated by a young latino girl who had a friendly disposition, and a welcoming smile.

Handing them their menus, she turned to Jack to ask them what they would like to drink. Ordering a bottle of beer, he glanced at Sam, and raised his eyebrows in question. "Lemonade?" She quickly nodded, and he tilted his head at the young waitress to indicate that as well. 

Once she had walked away, Jack shifted in his seat. "The owner of this place doesn't speak any English," he told her. "He relies on his staff for most things. That was his daughter, Mia."

Opening her menu, Sam glanced over the list of exotic entrees before she responded. "Do you come here a lot?"

Jack shrugged then absently scratched the side of his face. "Occasionally. They have really good fajitas here. I stop in once in a while to order them."

There were three pages of options. Her family ate out infrequently in general. It was her first time in a Mexican restaurant, and she wasn't quite sure what to order. Especially since little of it seemed to be in English. 

"So, what did you do last night after I took you home?" he wondered curiously.

It was the first time that he had shown an interest in her life outside of the time they spent together. The question instantly took her by surprise, but she quickly recovered. "I had dinner with my family, watched a movie with my little brother, then fell asleep reading a book."

His dark eyes were genuinely interested as he asked, "Which book?"

"It's called The Giver. I like it so far. It's different."

His lips tilted slightly while he rubbed the tops of his thighs with his hands. "I've read that. It's been quite a few years though. I recall liking it as well."

Sam lifted a brow. "You read?"

Her dubious expression seemed to wound him a little. "Yes, I read. I have other interests outside of sex," he said with a laugh.

Now she was curious. "Like what?"

He shrugged as Mia returned to the table to set down their beverages. Thanking her, he turned to Sam expectantly. "Do you know what you want?"

Sam's eyes widened as she looked down at her open menu. She glanced up at Mia, smiled, then turned to Jack. "It's a little difficult to decipher. I'm not sure what a lot of it is."

Nodding, he turned to the waitress, and ordered for the both of them. He spoke in fluent Spanish as he did it. When she eventually walked away, he turned back to Sam. "Don't worry, You'll like what I got you."

Again, Sam was surprised. "You speak Spanish?"

Jack grinned. "You say things like you're amazed that I'm not dumber than you thought. It makes me wonder how it is exactly that you see me."

Sam frowned, and looked away from him. He was right. She assumed that anyone who could do the things that he did without rationally considering the consequences was not only crazy, but lacking in intelligence as well. She had put him into a neat little box with these labels on top of it. Being forced to rethink her viewpoint didn't sit well with her.

Eventually, she shrugged as her gaze returned to his. "I guess I don't know you very well."

Her answer made him smirk. "We've got nothing but time. I'm enjoying this way too much to let you go anytime soon. I have the feeling that you'll end up getting to know me pretty well."

Sam wasn't sure how to respond. There was a time when those words would have instilled nothing but fear inside of her. Instead, she felt confused, and a little annoyed. She was getting used to Jack. Even though it had only been a couple of days, she was becoming familiar with his strange personality, and his constant demands. 

The thing was, she didn't think that he genuinely wanted to hurt her. Not anymore. The knowledge was putting her at ease. She was behaving though. Doing everything that he asked. She wasn't sure what he would become, what he could become if she stopped. She wasn't in any hurry to find out.

"So, tell me something that I don't know." Sam finally said.

Turning his head, he met her blue eyes, and smiled. "I want to lay you on this table, and slam my cock inside of you."

Sam sucked in a breath. She hadn't expected him to say something like that. Not here. Not now. She felt heat rise into her face, and sink to her lower extremities as her mouth parted.

"You probably didn't mean something like that," he said with a chuckle.

"No. I did not." her blush increased as she looked around them.

Her discomfort seemed to amuse him further. "Alright. What do you want to know, brat?"

She wasn't entirely sure what to ask so ended up replying with, "Whatever you want to tell me." When his mouth parted to speak, she interrupted. "That isn't sexual," she emphasized.

Closing his mouth he grinned again. "You sure know how to take the fun out of everything," he mused.

"I'm the devil," she said patronizingly.

He lifted his brows. "Really? I didn't expect the devil to be this cute. I guess I don't mind that I'm going to hell now."

Sam smirked. "I wouldn't be too sure of that. One way or another, you're going to burn, Jack."

Her words wiped all traces of amusement from his face. Glancing down at the table top, he looked decidedly uncomfortable. The sudden change in him made Sam wary. Lifting her lemonade to her lips, she attempted to lighten the mood once more. 

"What kind of music do you like?" she asked him. 

Peering up at her, he seemed to think it over for a moment. "A little of everything, I guess."

"Do you have a favorite band?" she wondered.

He nodded. "I like Social Distortion."

Her nose scrunched. "I'm not sure I've heard of them."

"I'll play some for you later."

Mia returned at that moment carrying two large platters of food, and set them down on the table before them. Sam's eyes bulged at the sheer amount that was on each. 

"Hope you're hungry," Jack said with a smile.

"I'll be eating this for a couple days," she said in awe.

"Start with that," he said while pointing to a green mixture on her plate that was covered with melted cheese. "It's really good."

He wasn't wrong. Everything was extremely delicious, and Sam enjoyed it all. She hadn't even finished half of what was in front of her before she grew full. 

Jack didn't have a similar issue. He wolfed down the entire thing until his plate was completely empty. He didn't even seem to be suffering after the fact. Where he put it all made Sam wonder. 

"You're like a bottomless pit," she remarked.

Her words made him chuckle. "I'm a guy. I like to eat." Placing a hand over his flat stomach, he sighed. "That was really good."

"I liked it," Sam agreed. "I just can't finish it all."

"That's alright. We'll get a take away box. You can finish it later." His dark eyes lifted until they rested on Mia where she stood quietly behind the counter. With a tilt of his chin, he beckoned her forward.

She quickly stepped towards their table, and Jack smiled at her while speaking a string of rapid fire Spanish. With a laugh, she nodded at him, and lifted a finger to indicate that she would be right back.

Walking away, she rounded the counter, then returned a moment later with a styrofoam box in her hands which she placed next to Sam's plate. They spoke easily with one another for a moment more, then the young girl let out a shy giggle before returning to her work.

"What did you say to her?" Sam inquired after she had gone.

Jack brought his thumb to his mouth, and bit his nail as he looked up at her. Pulling it out of his mouth, a slow smile spread across his face as he met her inquisitive gaze. 

"I told her that you're a recovering bulimic, and to lock the bathroom door so that you couldn't dispose of your lunch."

Sam's mouth dropped open. "You didn't!" she gasped.

Jack chuckled in amusement as he took in her expression. "No. I didn't. I told her that the food was excellent, and to give my compliments to the chef. Then I told her that you're a lightweight, and needed a box because you're too full to finish."

Closing her mouth, she let out a breath of relief. "She can lock it all she wants," Sam replied with a frown. "The last time I tried to use one after a meal with you, I was mauled in a bathroom stall."

Jack grinned at the memory. "Yeah. That was fun."

"That poor old lady practically had a coronary," Sam mused.

Jack made a light humming noise in recollection. "I think you'll be safe today. I need to digest a little bit. If you want to use the restroom before we go, feel free to do so. You won't be mauled."

Eyeing him suspiciously, she pushed the remains of her lunch into the small box with a fork. "I'm alright," she told him.

"Suit yourself," he said with a shrug. "I need to piss out some of this beer. I'll be right back." Leaving the table, he turned and walked to the end of the aisle, before disappearing into the men's room.

Sam bit her lip as she watched him go. Closing the lid to the box, she gazed down at the table while her lips tilted upwards in a smile. Picking up the jar of salt that sat off to the side, she unscrewed the lid, and smirked to herself as she reached for Jack's beer. 

Dumping the contents of it into the bottle carefully, she swirled it around for a moment before setting it back down where it had been. When Jack finally emerged from the bathroom, he walked casually back to their table, and sat down. Sam did an amazing job of keeping her face straight as he looked at her.

"Ready to go?" he asked. Picking up his beer, he took a swig from it, and immediately winced after he swallowed. "Ugh!" Peering up at her, he shuddered in revulsion. "That is disgusting." Sam's lips twitched.

Setting the bottle down, he shook his head at her. "That was low, Bertram. Don't think I'm not going to pay you back for that."

Sam shook slightly as she laughed, but she held her lips tightly closed so that it came out as a breathy sound.

"Children," he complained before rolling his eyes. 

Getting up from the table, Jack reached into his wallet to remove several bills, and placed them onto the table. Gazing down at her, he snapped his fingers into a gun shape as he pointed towards the door. 

"Lets go."

***

Once they were in the car, he reached over to her side, and flipped the visor above her head down. Attached to it was a cd holder that held several disks. 

Pulling one out, he pushed the visor back up with his fingers before inserting the disk into the cd player that sat in the middle of the dashboard. Pushing the play button, he leaned back into his seat, and looked at it as music began to play.

The rough squeal of a guitar sounded, and then in a quick tapping beat music began to play as drums tapped along with it. Turning to look at her, he motioned towards the cd player. "This is Social Distortion," he informed her.

Love... is a burning thing... and it makes... a firey ring. 

Bound... by wild desire... I fell into a... ring of fire. 

I fell into a burning ring of fire. Went down down down, and the flames went higher... and it burns burns burns... that ring of fire... that ring of fire.

Sam's brows lifted as she listened. "It's really upbeat." she commented.

He nodded as he lowered the volume, then put the key into the ignition to start the car. "I like it."

Sam was slightly surprised when she realized that she did too. It wasn't her kind of music at all. 

Pulling the car out of the parking lot, he turned down the street. "Do you have a best friend?" he asked suddenly.

The question caught her off guard. "Why do you ask?"

He lit a cigarette before responding. "I want to keep you for the night. That will be easier to accomplish if you have someplace that's a plausible explanation as to where you are."

Sam was thrown by his words. "Oh," was all she could manage. Then a thought occurred to her. "Where will we sleep?"

Taking a drag off of his cigarette, he scratched his eyebrow, and focused on the road. "I'll get a hotel," he said simply.

An entire night alone with Jack. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She could barely handle the few hours of intense recreation he put her through now. What was she going to do when there was no end in sight? Turning to him her voice was hesitant. "I'm not sure if I can think of anyone."

Jack peered towards her, and held her gaze. His dark eyes were piercingly direct, and his voice was soft. "I'm not going to hurt you, Sam."

He had said that before. She wasn't sure whether, or not she should trust him. "Promise," she whispered.

His eyes darted towards the road, and then his gaze swiftly returned to delve into apprehensive pools of blue. 

"I promise." he said just as softly. He looked sincere. 

"Alright," she conceded. "I'll ask."

***

He had pulled into a small bed and breakfast at the edge of town. Lighting another cigarette, he turned off the music, and looked out the window for a moment. 

"Call from here," he said turning to her. "If you manage to pull it off, we'll go inside, and I'll get a room."

Taking a deep breath, Sam frowned. "I didn't bring the phone. I didn't think I'd need it since I only use it to talk to you, and I'm with you."

Rolling his eyes, Jack reached into the pocket of his jeans, and pulled out his phone. After pressing a few buttons, he handed it to her, and waited expectantly for her to dial.

Once she did, he lifted his thumb to his mouth, and bit his nail while she pressed the phone to her ear. A moment passed, and then she took another deep breath.

"Hi, dad." She paused. "No. I'm at Jane's."

Jack's hand dropped away from his mouth as his eyebrows lifted.

"I left it in the laundry room," she said casually. "Look by the towels."

Running her fingers through her dark hair, Sam nodded as if her father could see her. "Yeah, I know. I'm calling to let you know that Jane's mother asked me to stay for dinner, and I said that I would. I was wondering if you would mind if I spent the night here? We're doing kind of a girl's night."

Pausing she nodded again. "Sure. That's not a problem. I will tomorrow. Love you, Dad." Lowering the cell phone, Sam hit the end button.

"Impressive," Jack praised.

Glancing at him, Sam's brows knitted. "I'm not done yet." 

Dialing once more, she lifted the phone back to her ear. After a moment someone answered, and her breath came out of her quickly as she spoke.

"Hi, it's me. I need you to do me a favor." Suddenly she smiled. "No, not that. I need you to cover for me. If my parents call there for any reason I need you to act like I'm there, that I'm spending the night, and that I'm asleep." 

She glanced at Jack quickly as she listened then went on. "I'll explain later. No, no. I'll tell you later. Thanks, Jane." Hitting the end button, she turned to hand him the phone. 

Jack seemed perplexed as he looked at her. "What do you plan on telling her?"

Sam shook her head as she looked through the windshield. "I have no idea. Not this."

That seemed to placate him, and he shoved the phone back into his pocket. "Looks like we're all clear then. Stay here. I'll be right back."

Getting out of the car, Sam watched as he made his way to the office of the bed and breakfast, and went inside. He was gone for roughly five minutes before reemerging through the doors. When he came back, he rounded the car until he was on her side, and proceeded to open the door for her. 

"Come on, brat." he said with a smile. 

Getting out of the car, Sam's blue eyes were a little wide as she looked at him, but he only continued to smile at her reassuringly.

"It's going to be alright," he said with a laugh. 

Closing the door, he reached to lift her chin before leaning forward to lightly kiss her mouth. "I promised, remember? Nothing bad is going to happen." Sam lowered her eyes, then nodded. 

Taking her hand in his, he led her across the parking lot, and down the boarded sidewalk until they reached a door marked with a number thirteen. "That's like an omen," Sam said nervously.




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 05



Glancing at the door, Jack turned to crinkle his eyebrows at her. "You watch too many movies." Slipping the key into the lock, he turned the handle, and pushed the door open. 

It was Sam's first time in a hotel, but it didn't look all that different than the ones she had seen on television. The room held a large king sized bed that was bracketed by end tables. Placed upon both were tall, white lamps. 

Off to one side sat a blue, plush recliner with an ottoman. Beside it was a long table that held a coffee maker, styrofoam cups, and a tray that held creamer, packets of sugar, and tiny red straws to stir it with. 

A few feet from the end of the bed was a wide bureau that held a fairly large box television set, and beneath it on a shelf sat a dvd player with a row of dvds. There was a closed door beside it, and Sam assumed that it led into the bathroom. 

"Home sweet home," Jack announced, and threw himself onto the bed so that he was sprawled out upon it.

When Sam stayed where she was, and continued to look around, Jack held his hand out to her. "Come here," he said softly.

Approaching the bed slowly, she took his hand. Pulling on it until she was forced to bend over, he lifted her beneath her arms, and slid her up his body until she was laying on top of him. 

Once she was draped across his chest, he lifted his hands to cradle her face so that he could kiss her. Pausing for the briefest moment, she kissed him back. 

When he released her mouth, he placed his palm in the center of her back, and rubbed it absentmindedly. "I want you to take a shower with me," he said before biting his lip.

Sam's eyes were wide as she looked down at him. "Okay," she said slowly. 

He ran the tips of his fingers through the hair near her temple, and pushed it away from her face while he gazed up at her. "You have the prettiest eyes that I've ever seen in my entire life," he breathed as he looked at them. 

Sam wasn't sure what to say to that, but she didn't need to worry about it because Jack quickly followed it with a light smack on her bottom. "Lets go," he said with a grin. "I want you naked, and the sooner the better."

Pushing against his chest, she lifted herself off of him so that she was standing beside the bed. Sitting up, Jack quickly stood, and led her to the bathroom door. Opening it, he blindly felt along the wall until he found the light switch before entering the room. 

Sam stood hesitantly in the doorway feeling a little unsure. When he turned around to look at her, the heat in his dark eyes made her heart beat a little faster. 

"It's okay," he whispered. 

Taking a step forward, he leaned down to gently kiss her mouth before reaching to pull his shirt over his head. Once it was off, he let it slip from his hand, and bent to kiss her again. 

His fingers reached between them, and deftly opened her jeans while his tongue came out to press her mouth wider. When her tongue met his, he let out a harsh breath before breaking away to bend his knees, and pull her jeans down her legs.

They slid down easily, and Sam stepped out of them as he reached up to slowly peel her panties off of her until they too were on the floor. When she stood before him naked from the waist down, he reached out to grasp onto her hips, and pulled her forward so that he could press his lips to her stomach. It made Sam gasp as she looked down at his dark head. 

Peering up at her, his fingers trailed down the back of her thighs until his hands lightly rested against the crease of her knees. Their eyes met, and Sam's breath hitched within her chest. He looked primal. Bare chested at her feet, his face shadowed with stubble. His dark gaze was inflamed as he looked into her eyes.

Sam did something that she had never done in the entire time they had known one another. She reached out to touch him of her own accord. Lifting her hand, she slipped her fingers into his dark hair to feel it. It was soft to the touch, and made Jack close his eyes momentarily as she did it. 

Rising to his feet, he slid his hands up her slight frame until his palms were gripping her waist, then took her mouth with urgency. Grasping onto the hem of her thin shirt, he quickly disposed of it before finding her mouth again. The clasp of her bra easily fell away beneath his fingers. Once she was completely bare, he pulled her against his body, and gripped her bottom in his hands.

When he pulled back slightly to look down at her, Sam was panting. "Stay right here," he told her softly. 

Releasing her, he stepped towards the shower, pulled the curtain back, and reached to turn on the water. When it was blasting out of the faucet, he pulled the lever for the shower spray, and turned to look at her where she stood. 

His ardent gaze roamed over her in appreciation for a moment, and a small smile touched his lips. His fingers popped open the button to his pants, and he unzipped them. With the help of his fingers, they slid down his muscular legs, and his stiffened length came into view as he lightly kicked them to the side. 

Once he was free of them, he stepped towards Sam, and sought out her mouth once more. Lifting her into the air, he pulled her against him so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. 

Startled, her fingers immediately lifted to his shoulders, and she gripped him with her legs to keep from falling. A low sound of arousal escaped his throat, and went directly into her mouth.

Turning, he walked them across the bathroom, and stepped into the shower without breaking the heated contact. When the hot water hit them, his urgency increased, and he opened his lips wider to deepen the kiss while he pressed her into the shower wall. 

Sam's fingers dug into him as an incoherent sound emerged from her throat. Groaning again, he reached down to grip himself so that he could guide his aching cock to her opening. Once he had found it, he roughly clasped onto her thigh, and slammed inside of her. 

Sam broke away from his lips as a loud cry escaped her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head while he buried his face against her neck, and began thrusting deep. His movements were steady as he pounded between her thighs, and Sam cried out again when his mouth began aggressively sucking at her neck. 

"Oh God," she panted beneath him.

He was relentless as his hips drove her soft bottom into the tiled wall behind her, and Sam moaned again and again while she held on for dear life. "Jack," she gasped. "Please, Jack!"

His name on her lips made his mouth grow slack against her skin as the intensity shot through him. A rough exclamation of breath left him, and his thrusts turned into jerks as he began to shake.

"I'm going to fucking cum," he gasped against her ear. With a final surge, a growl roared out of him, and he buried himself all the way to the hilt. 

When it was over, his entire frame shuddered. Releasing her legs, he lifted a hand to the side of her face, and pressed her head against his. 

"God, I love that," he moaned against her. Slipping his arm around her back, he pulled her into him before dropping his lips to her shoulder, and kissing the skin there.

Sam was still panting breathlessly from the ordeal, and could only nod in response. When Jack lifted his head, and met her wide gaze, he smiled. 

"Turn around, and put your hands on the wall," he told her softly. 

Confused, Sam did as he asked, and gasped when he leaned his weight into her. Bending his dark head, he took her earlobe into his mouth then ran his palm up the back of her thigh, over her bottom, and along her spine. Sam jerked, and gasped again in response.

"I'm going to make you cum," he whispered darkly into her ear. Sliding his fingers between her legs, Jack ran them teasingly over her wet slit making her whimper. Slipping his other hand between her body and the wall, he gripped her nipple between his fingers, and pinched it lightly. 

"You are so fucking hot," he ground out as he rubbed his cheek against hers. Plucking at her breast, his fingers rode high until they were pressed against her clit. He began to massage it in slow circles while his hips pushed into her.

"I came inside of you," he rasped against her skin. Pulling his fingers back along her folds, he pushed two deep inside of her. Sam mewled in response, and her fingers dug into the wall. "Here," he whispered against her. "Where it's hot, and wet, and tight. Did you like that?" Jack asked roughly.

Sam whimpered, and nodded. "Good girl," he breathed. He began flexing his fingers inside of her, rubbing the inner walls with the pads of his fingertips, and Sam cried out as her legs almost gave out beneath her. 

She began to tremble against him, and he increased the pace of his strokes. "Oh God! Oh God! Please!" she pleaded in agony.

"I love it when you beg me," he told her. "Beg me, Sam. Tell me what you want."

He began swirling his wrist in circles as he moved inside of her, and unable to help the need that was coursing through her, Sam began grinding herself against his hand. With a low pitched moan, she fisted her hands against the wall.

"I need it," she gasped. "Please, Jack. I need you."

Releasing her nipple, he tilted her chin so that he could reach her mouth. When he took it with his own, he slipped his fingers from her in order to press them against her clit once more.

He furiously began to rub the sensitive nub causing her to jerk, and cry out against his lips. Slamming his hips into her bottom, he massaged her in fast, hard circles until finally she stiffened against him, and began to shudder. His fingers grew soaked as she spasmed, and throbbed beneath his hand.

"That's better," he sighed in satisfaction. Turning her to face him, he lifted her off of her feet, and brought her to eye level so that he could kiss her mouth. Sam was grateful that he did. Her legs were about to give out beneath her.

When he tilted his head back, there was a self satisfied smirk on his lips. "I should have left you hanging after that salt trick you pulled," he said in amusement. "But I didn't want you to suffer."

Gazing into his smug face, Sam took a deep breath, and unceremoniously dropped her head to his shoulder. She was exhausted. It made Jack grin as he squeezed her. "Wore you out, huh?" he asked with a chuckle. 

Sam nodded weakly against him, making him laugh again. "We'll go lay down in a minute," he told her. "I want to wash you first."

Setting her back down on her feet, Jack turned them until the spray of water was hitting them directly. It felt warm and soothing as it pelted against her skin. Reaching up to the shower caddy, he lifted the bottle of shampoo, and popped open the cap to squirt some of the soap into his hand.

"Get your hair wet," he ordered gently. 

Leaning forward, Sam slipped her head beneath the spray of water until it covered her completely. After a moment, she straightened, and lifted her fingers to wipe the water from her eyes. 

Jack quickly began rubbing the soap into her dark hair. Once he had built up a lather, he began massaging her scalp which caused Sam to close her eyes with pleasure. 

Why are you being so nice?" she sighed. "It's very unlike you."

Pausing in his ministrations, seconds ticked by before he finally turned her to face him. "Tilt your head back," he urged. 

Obeying, Sam arched her neck until her head dipped beneath the water. Jack began casually running his fingers through her hair as it rinsed her off. When he was done, Sam lifted her head, and rubbed her eyes again before looking at him. 

His expression was pensive as he regarded her. "I don't want you to hate me anymore," he finally told her. "I know that you do, and it bothers me. I don't like it."

Sam was taken aback by his response. His dark eyes actually seemed pained. "You threatened to hurt my family," she whispered.

He nodded regretfully, before looking away for a moment. When his gaze returned to hers it had a stubborn quality to it. 

"You were going to run from me. I didn't know any other way to make you stay." His expression hardened, but the fierce look in his eyes quickly dissipated when he observed the anguish that was reflected in her own. "I wasn't really going to hurt them," he assured her quietly.

Sam's mouth parted in dismay. "So, if I had run, you wouldn't have done anything?"

A small smile tilted Jack's lips as his gaze lowered in consternation. When he finally lifted his head, he seemed amused. "Well, not to them, but there's no way I would have let you go. I would have thought of something."

Sam let out a breath of frustration. "Did it ever occur to you, Jack... That we could have avoided all of this craziness, if instead of yanking me into your car like a serial killer, you just walked up to me, and started talking to me like a normal person?"

Jack snorted. "And said what? Hi! I'm old enough to be your dad, but I think you're really hot. Wanna fuck?"

Sam curled her lip as a sound of disgust emerged from her throat.

"That wouldn't have worked anyways, Sam. This," he said while twirling his finger in a circle, "is barely legal. Even if you hadn't laughed in my face, I can't just walk up to high schoolers, and ask them on a date. It's frowned upon in our community." he informed her while raising a condescending brow. "I knew I wanted you. I knew I couldn't have you. I found a way."

Lifting his hands, he cupped her face, and gazed down at her as if willing her to understand. "You're mine now. I don't regret doing it."

Sam bit her lip as she looked up at his impassioned face. "You hurt me."

Jack winced slightly at the accusation. "I know. I got carried away. It's difficult to control myself when I'm around you. I'm trying." Sliding his thumb over her jaw in a gentle caress, his brows furrowed. "Don't hate me," he pleaded.

Sam's chest felt tight as she looked into his dark eyes. Without her hatred, she had nothing else to hold onto. He was trying to take this from her as well. She wasn't sure if she could let go of it. She wasn't sure if she wanted to. She had absolutely no control in any of this, but she could control that. 

Tears pooled in her eyes as she glared at him. "You kidnapped me! You raped me!" she cried as she began to shake. "I thought you were going to kill me! I thought I was going to die!" 

Lifting her hands, she fisted them against his bare chest while tears began to trickle down her face. Her chest shuddered, and heaved as she began to sob. He looked completely lost as she raged at him then fell apart. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered. He tried to swallow, and it was difficult. "Sam, I'm sorry." 

Pulling her to him, he pressed her against his chest as his hand lifted to the back of her head to cradle it. Another sob left Sam, and she pounded her fist against him. Burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, she began to cry. 

Her entire frame shook with the power of her anguish. He just stood still, and held her. His arms crushing her to him in an attempt to soothe her.

When she began to quiet, he reached down, and shut off the water. Scooping her into his arms, he left the bathroom. Reaching the side of the bed, he set her down, and pulled the comforter back until the crisp, white sheets were exposed. 

Lifting her into his arms once more, he placed her in the middle of the bed, and crawled in beside her before covering both of them with the blanket. 

Wrapping his strong arms around her smaller frame, he pulled her against him, and rested his chin lightly on the top of her head. Sam drew in a ragged breath before it slowly shuddered out of her. Neither of them spoke. 

Her small fist rested in the center of his chest beside her head, and after a moment she wilted against him. For an endless amount of time they stayed in that position, and then Sam's eyes closed as she began to drift.



The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 06



Sam awoke slowly. Her first conscious thought was that she was surrounded by heat. A heavy weight was pressing her down into the mattress, and her skin was humming with sensation. Opening her eyes, she lifted her head slightly, and saw that Jack was lying half sprawled across her body.

His dark head was bent over her, and his mouth was latched onto her breast. He was gently sucking at her nipple, and the feel of his tongue washing over the hardened peak made her spine arch away from the bed in response. 

Lifting his head, he met her blue eyes, and grinned. "Hi," he said casually.

Crinkling her brows at the odd greeting, Sam fought the desire to smile. "Hi."

His dark head lowered again, and his lips parted wide so that he could engulf as much of her soft tit within his hot mouth as he could manage. He feasted hungrily, sucking roughly on her flesh as a low groan escaped him. Sam's mouth parted on a gasp while her body bowed for a second time.

His fingers lifted to grasp onto her knee, then grazed a trail up her thigh until his hand rested on her hip. Lightly squeezing it, his palm drifted further, stroking a pathway up her side. When he reached the softly rounded curve of her other breast, he curled his large fingers around it, and gripped it savagely while his mouth devoured her.

With a whimper, Sam reached to delve her fingers into his thick, dark hair. In that moment she wasn't entirely sure if it was to pull him away, or draw him closer. He was steadily pulling her back into the dark, wanton part of herself that she could no longer ignore, and the heat of his mouth was swiftly creating a searing ache along each of her nerve endings. It made her squirm beneath him.

His lips tilted in a self satisfied smile, and then he gently nipped her with his teeth. "I'm sorry. Were you sleeping?" he innocently wondered.

Sam took a few halting, shallow breaths before panting, "I was. It's not easy to do while you're doing that."

Jack clucked his tongue in mock sympathy. "That's a shame." 

His head descended until his face was pressed between the valley of her breasts, and he began lightly caressing her with his stubbled cheek so that it scraped her delicate skin . It made Sam draw in a sharp breath, and her entire frame tensed in reaction. 

"I woke up, and it was the strangest thing," he mumbled bemusedly. "There was this unbelievably hot girl lying next to me, and she was completely oblivious to the dirty thoughts that started running through my mind. I thought I had better take advantage before she could stop me." Pressing his hot, wet mouth to her sternum, his lips began traversing their way down her body at a leisurely pace.

"Were you worried she would fight you off?" Sam gasped.

Jack slid his tongue into the hollow of her navel, and made a low sound in the pit of his throat when she bucked beneath him. "No. She's a good girl. She wouldn't do that," he said with another hint of a smile. 

Hooking a thickly muscled arm beneath her, Jack lifted her leg until her knee bent, and her foot rested flat upon the bed. Turning his dark head, his lips latched onto the warm skin of her inner thigh. He began swirling his tongue in teasing circles as he moved his way down the length of it.

Sam's eyes drifted closed, and her mouth parted wordlessly. Her slender fingers dug into the top of the sheets as she attempted to swallow. "I see," she responded breathlessly.

"She's always a good girl," Jack informed her lightly. "It's why I don't mind being so generous with her." His stubbled cheek slid across the sensitive apex of her thigh, and Sam began to tremble. "She deserves to be rewarded for such good behavior."

"Rewarded how?" Sam panted.

His fingers tightened their hold on her as his tongue trailed lower. "I'm going to make you cum again, baby." he said matter of factly. Then his hot mouth was between her legs.

Pressing her thighs down with his hands, his tongue pushed inside of her deep, and wet. A strangled cry escaped her, and her eyes darted to his dark head in shock. His lips latched onto her soft gash, and he began aggressively thrusting his tongue into the opening between her folds. Groaning with pleasure, he gripped her tighter.

Sam reflexively attempted to close her thighs, but Jack's strength greatly outmatched hers. The abrupt jerk of her limbs only seemed to incite him as another low pitched groan rumbled out of him. 

Bucking against the onslaught of his mouth, Sam's head tilted back to press into the pillow beneath her head. "Oh no! Oh God!" she moaned. The stiff peaks of both her breasts rose into the air when she arched again, and a soft squeal helplessly emerged from between her lips. "Jack!" she gasped. "You can't!"

He began running the slippery invader along the smooth crease, laving the petals with the rough surface of his tongue before sucking them into his mouth. When he abruptly shifted towards the swollen nub of her clit, he playfully darted at it before gently pulling it between his lips. 

Sliding two fingers gently inside of her, he began jetting them back and forth while he tasted her. It swiftly made Sam unravel beneath him. Gripping the sheets in her fists, her dark head twisted from side to side as she moaned.

The speed of his fondling quickened where he was buried, and for a moment he lifted his head so that he could watch her as she thrashed upon the bed. It made him smile, and then he lowered his mouth to push her further. 

"Oh God!" she called out. "Oh fuck! Please! I can't, Jack! Please!" she whimpered.

"Yes, you can," he growled. "I want you to cum for me," he breathed against her. "Cum for me like a good girl, and then I will fuck you."

Pushing his tongue against her after he uttered those words sent Sam spiraling over the edge. Tightening around his fingers, she began to shudder and shake. In the middle of it, Jack lunged forward onto his knees, lifted her ass in his hands, and slammed his cock deep between her thighs. It made Sam's cries continue as he began thrusting thickly inside of her. 

He was fast and rough, and it only enhanced her orgasm making it go on and on. With his jaw clenched, he pounded into her savagely. She was so wet, and pliant beneath him that she easily accepted every inch of his throbbing shaft as he drilled it into her.

Loud, gruff sounds of pleasure emerged from his throat while he rode between her legs like a man possessed. He buried himself over and over as he watched her features contort with euphoria. 

With a final hard thrust of his hips, he stilled inside of her as cum burst forth from the tip of his cock to fill her in urgent streams. Falling forward, his palms pressed into the bed, and he desperately took her mouth before lifting his fingers to viciously dig them into the top of her breast.

Her tongue reached out to strain against his in response causing Jack to exert a small noise that resembled a wounded animal. When he was finally empty, his body collapsed on top of hers, and his dark head turned to the side.

Sam hesitantly lifted her hands, and placed them on his back before letting one drift upwards into his hair. It made him shudder against her as she touched him. She ran her fingers through it lightly, and Jack closed his eyes in repletion. He made no attempt to rise.

After a moment, he swiveled his head towards her so that he could press his lips to the side of her neck. "Christ, that felt good," he sighed.

Sam nodded in agreement as her hands fell away from him. When she gave no further response, Jack lifted his head in order to meet her eyes. His expression seemed thoughtful, and wary at the same time. "You haven't been fighting me, Sam. Should I be worried?"

Her gaze widened fractionally, and then she shifted beneath him. "Do you want me to fight you?" she asked evasively. 

His brows dipped in confusion momentarily, and then they lifted. "No," he said slowly. "I want you to enjoy this as much as I do. It seems like you're starting to, but I can never really tell what it is that you're thinking."

When her only response was the lift of a pale shoulder, Jack peered down at her in consternation. "That doesn't help," he pointed out grimly.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Jack," Sam replied with a frown. "I'm not entirely sure what it is that you want from me."

His dark eyes passed over her face, and then he lifted his hand to lightly brush his fingers through the hair at her temple. "I want a truce," he finally replied. When her dark brows lifted in response it made him smile. "At least for today. I just want to spend one day with you where you're not afraid, and I'm not a monster."

Sam's frown deepened as she contemplated his words. "A truce?"

Jack bit his lip before nodding. "I promised you that I wouldn't hurt you. I want you to believe me," he intoned softly.

"Because you're sorry," her tone was flat.

A heavy breath escaped him. It was as if his entire frame deflated. "You don't believe me." It wasn't a question.

Her blue eyes peered up at him warily. Hesitant to answer, Sam remained silent, and his dark gaze became disconcerted. "I deserve that. It's alright," he said with a sigh. "Trust is something that has to be earned, and I haven't earned yours yet. Let me prove to you that you're safe with me, Sam."

"What happens tomorrow?" Sam wondered quietly.

Lowering his head, he lightly kissed her mouth. "Tomorrow you go into the trunk of my car so that no one suspects that I plan on drowning you in the river."

Sam's eyes widened dramatically, and Jack instantly chuckled at her expression. "Tomorrow you will be just as safe as you are right now. So, relax," he said with a grin. "You would think that someone as bright as you are would have figured out by now that I have an awful sense of humor."

"It is pretty bad," Sam agreed with a nod of her head. "I'm surprised I haven't drowned myself in the river yet."

Her response made his grin widen, and then he lowered his mouth to the curve of her neck. Biting her skin lightly, he hummed in the back of his throat. "I need a cigarette," he suddenly announced. Lifting his head, he smirked as he met her eyes.

"How old were you when you started smoking?" Sam wondered curiously.

His gaze lifted towards the ceiling while he contemplated the question. With a rough squint of an eye, he thought it over. "I was around eighteen," he finally answered.

"You should quit," she informed him.

Grinning again, he chuckled. "It keeps men, women, and children alike alive." Then he leaned down to softly sink his teeth into her skin making her jump.

Slipping off of her, he walked across the room in the nude, and entered the bathroom. When he returned, his jeans were in place, and he was zipping them up. "I'll only be gone a few minutes. Sit tight." Winking at her, he turned, and left the room leaving Sam shaking her head in his wake.

Getting up from the bed, she tip toed her way across the room until she reached the bathroom, then quietly closed the door behind her. Bending over, she picked up her shirt, and quickly pulled it over her head. 

It took a moment of searching, but when she spotted her panties, she hurriedly snatched those up as well, and stepped into them. Pulling them up her legs, she wandered over to the commode, and sat down to relieve herself.

Her mind swam with the dizzying effects of her morning, and she had to fight in order to focus so that she could logically approach her new situation. She wasn't sure what to make of it. 

Thus far, Jack had held true to his word. He hadn't done a single thing to hurt her since they had arrived. In fact, he had been nothing but considerate, and gentle with her all day. The realization completely sent her off balance.

She wasn't sure what to do now. Jack in a rage wasn't difficult to deal with. She just quietly obeyed him as he filled her with terror. Jack being sweet was another story altogether. She had no idea what to do with it. What if she opened herself up to it, and he turned around, and hurt her again? She would probably be twice as devastated for trusting him. 

She felt wary of it all. Deciding to wait, and see what he did next was all that she could do. She didn't really have many other options. He wasn't about to let her go. Only, what could he really do if she decided to escape him? His threats towards her family were nothing more than harsh manipulations to coerce her into doing his bidding. 

She could run now. If she really wanted to, she could run. She just wasn't sure what he would do instead. She didn't feel sure of many things at the moment, but the one thing she was sure of was that he wouldn't simply allow her to go. 

If she decided that she couldn't do this anymore, he would do everything within his power to stop her from leaving him. Could she really go along with his attempts to make peace after everything that he had done to her? 

It seemed as if though he were asking for her forgiveness, and Sam wasn't sure if she could ever give it to him. The best option that she had available to her at that moment was to take it a day at a time. On this particular day he was asking for a truce. It seemed unwise not to take the extended offer. 

She much preferred the man that he had become. The brutality inside of him appeared to have dissipated, and Sam was in no hurry to see it return. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly before leaving the bathroom to return to the main room.

Not all of it was bad. Some of it was actually pleasant. The past half hour was evidence of that as her skin tingled in reminder. He might be a monster, but he was good at being one. She had wanted everything he had done to her, and hadn't for a moment wanted him to stop.

He was slowly starting to win her over in that department, and the thought worried her. He might not be able to control her mind, but his growing ability to control her body sent a shock of dismay through her. She was beginning to crave his touch. She wanted him in that way, and he was slowly beginning to realize it. She only hoped he didn't decide to use it against her.

Sam was sitting in the middle of the bed with her legs folded in front of her when the door opened, and Jack returned. She was still deep in thought as he closed the door, and it took her a moment to break away from her inner turmoil. 

His bare feet padded across the carpeting as he breezed into the room, and then he held up a handful of packaged snacks before wriggling his eyebrows. "I found a vending machine," he said to her conspiratorially. "You want cookies, or M&M's?"

Smirking at his expression, she held out her hand. "M&M's, of course." she replied, and caught the bag when he tossed it to her. 

"Good choice," he said. "I wanted the cookies." 

Holding them up triumphantly, he jumped onto the bed behind her, and dropped to a sitting position by bending his knees. Spreading his legs apart, he pulled her back against his chest, and held the cookies in front of her so that he could open the bag. 

Sam lounged against him comfortably as she watched him tear the bag open. When it gaped open in his hands, he reached inside with two fingers, and pulled one out. Lifting it to her mouth, she opened her lips so that he could feed it to her. When she started to chew it, he grabbed another one for himself. 

"I haven't had an Amos cookie in years," he said with wry amusement. "They're not bad," he said after he swallowed. Sam nodded her head in agreement. Kissing the top of her head, he fed her another cookie. "Do you want to watch a movie?" he asked lightly. 

Leaning her head back to look at him, she met his dark eyes. He looked content. "Sure," she answered.

Slipping another cookie into his mouth, he pointed to the row of dvds that aligned the shelf in the bureau. "Lets hope there's something decent in there worth watching."

"I'll look." Sam said easily, then scooted forward until she was at the end of the bed. 

Once there, she slipped to the floor, and crossed her legs as she read the titles. Her eyes skipped past the first two on account of the fact that they were Japanese martial arts movies. She didn't want to sit through that. 

"Forrest Gump?" she asked before turning her head to look at him. He was still eating cookies, and his nose scrunched in response. Facing forward, she read the next title, and offered it up as a suggestion. "Mrs. Doubtfire?"

Jack tilted his head as he thought it over, and then shrugged. "Possibly. What else do they have?"

Sam's eyes scanned the row. "High Fidelity, Aladdin, Pirates of the Carribean, Finding Nemo, X-Men, 28 Days Later, The Happening, Ghostbusters..."

"Who you gonna call?!" Jack sang as he ate another cookie. Glancing up at him, Sam's gaze was expectant. Jack's lips lifted as he chewed. His dark eyes met hers, and after he swallowed he opened his mouth to ask her, "Now, if I pick one of those, and it's not one of the cartoons, are you going to be upset?"

Sam tucked her tongue into her cheek, which often was a habit of his, before rolling her eyes. Sighing patiently, she shook her head.

"It was just a question," he said with a chuckle before taking the last cookie from the bag, and popping it into his mouth.

Sam reached for Mrs. Doubtfire, and slid the case from the shelf. Prying it open, she pulled out the disk, and slipped it into the dvd player. When it was closed, she reached to turn on the television, and lifted herself off the floor once the FBI warning appeared on the screen. When she knelt onto the bed, and began crawling towards Jack, his smile turned into a grin. 

"Now that, is hot." he said lifting his eyebrows. Grabbing himself through his jeans, he bit his lip. "Come to Daddy," he said, his voice teeming with repressed amusement.

Sam paused where she was as she lifted a brow of her own. He was so unbelievably smug and obnoxious that she couldn't help but shake her head as her lips twitched. "Are you sure that you don't want to watch the cartoon?" she asked with a serious face.

Shaking his dark head to indicate that he didn't, he held a hand out to her to encourage her to resume her spot up against him. When her back was pressed to his chest once more, he wrapped his arms beneath her breasts, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"What did you pick?" he asked as previews began to play.

"My Little Pony, and the Rainbow Princess," she said while attempting to keep her voice level.

Jack's chest shook beneath her as his laughter escaped him in soft breaths. "I hope the pink pony comes out first. That one is my faaaavoooriiite!"

"I like the purple one," Sam replied. Opening her bag of M&M's, she popped one into her mouth.

"Of course you do," Jack said. "It matches your phone."

Nodding in agreement, Sam blindly reached up to feed him an M&M, and nearly shoved it into his nose. Laughing again, he opened his mouth to chase her hand, and finally succeeded in getting it when she located his lips, and shoved it in.

"You're really good at this." His voice raised an octave as he fought the laughter that was consuming him. 

"I know," Sam answered. "I used to feed my baby brother. I've had practice." Reaching up again, she nearly blinded him when her hand almost went into his eye.

Jack ducked, and laughed again as he avoided her fist. "Did he have a lot of black eyes?" he wondered as he dodged her hand again.

"Only until he could feed himself," she answered, and slapped her palm against his lips, forcing a green M&M into his mouth. 

Jack's eyes widened as he chewed. "You know, if I was this inept at aiming, you'd still be a virgin," he said and fell apart as laughter consumed him. 

Turning in his grasp, Sam quickly got to her knees in front of him. As he reached out to grab her hips, her eyes narrowed at him in anger as she dumped the bag of M&M's over his head. Jack laughed harder as they bounced off his skull then flinched while he waited for her to do something more violent. 




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 06



Thinking quickly, she placed her hands upon his shoulders, tilted her head, and leaned in to bring her mouth to his neck. Parting her lips, she bared her teeth, and bit down on his skin hard. 

Instead of making him yelp as she expected, his laughter immediately ceased, and a loud, low groan of pleasure escaped his throat. His fingers immediately tightened on her hips, and his mouth parted as a sharp breath escaped him. 

It made Sam's eyes widen as she pulled back to look at him. "That was supposed to hurt," she said softly.

His heated eyes met hers as he looked up at her. "It didn't," he said thickly. Reaching for her hand, he brought it between his legs, and pressed her palm against his rigid cock through his jeans. "It made this hurt."

Sam froze as her blue eyes dropped to where her hand rested upon him. Biting her bottom lip, she met his eyes, and watched in fascination as his expression became heated. On impulse, she squeezed her fingers around him, and a soft grunt escaped him as he held her gaze. 

Dropping his hands from her hips, he leaned his head back against the wall. Peering down at her, his expression indicated that whatever happened from this moment forward was her choice. He was leaving it up to her.

Holding perfectly still, he closed his eyes momentarily in a grimace as she squeezed him again, and he thickened further. When he opened them, it was obvious to Sam that he was fighting for control. His jaw tensed, and a vein along his neck throbbed, but he kept his hands placed firmly on top of the bed, and didn't make a move to touch her. 

Seeing this made Sam feel brave. Sliding her fingers along the length of him, she reached up, and slipped the button through the hole of his jeans. He didn't say anything. He only raised his brows in surprise as he looked at her. 

Pulling his zipper down slowly, Sam bit her lip as she reached inside to grasp onto his shaft. He felt extraordinarily hot to the touch, his member radiating heat like a firebrand. Jack's eyes drifted closed once more while his brows furrowed, and his mouth parted with the sensations that she was invoking. 

They quickly popped open in surprise when her lips lightly touched his, and the unexpectedness of the action nearly made him groan again. He still didn't reach for her, or attempt to touch her in any way. He didn't move a muscle. He just tilted his dark head in order to give her better access to him.

Her slender fingers encircled the width of him, and in a casual exploration they stroked down the length until she was gripping the base of his cock. When his lips parted to release a strangled sound, Sam slipped her tongue inside of his mouth.

Jack's fingers tightened into fists where they rested. Her soft lips continued to move hesitantly against his own while her warm palm lifted then descended over the hardest part of him. Her tongue began to play along his bottom lip in a teasing fashion.  

When her fingers reached up to slide into his dark hair, Jack released the pent up groan that was inside of him, and his lips opened further to deepen the contact. A harsh breath seethed from his nostrils as his tongue pressed aggressively into her mouth. 

When she pulled back to look at him, Jack was panting. "You are killing me," he gasped in agony.

Her eyes grew sympathetic as she looked at him. Her fingers stroked his hair while her palm slid against him. "I'm sorry," she told him softly. "Is this upsetting you? Would you like me to stop?"

Her condescending tone did nothing to stop Jack from quickly shaking his head as he begged her with his eyes. A small frown suddenly marred his brow, and his strong fingers reached out to clasp onto her bottom before he lifted her against him. 

Closing his legs, a satisfied grunt escaped him, and then he lowered her onto his lap. Dropping his fingers back to the bed, he gave a curt nod as if instructing her to proceed.

Taking a moment to adjust to the new position, Sam's fingers reflexively squeezed his thick appendage. Her large blue eyes lowered until they were focused on the part of him that seemed to control his every waking move. 

Her hand clasped onto him firmly, and she squeezed again. Sam watched in fascination as his cock twitched in reaction to her touch. She could feel it swell, and lengthen further from the simple action alone. He became rigidly hard until the shaft eagerly jutted against her palm.

The power that filled her by wielding the weapon was heady. Slipping her fingers from his hair, she lowered them to his shoulder to brace herself before lifting herself onto her knees. Her eyes rose to delve into Jack's wide fathomless gaze, and her lips tilted at the apparent need that was present there.

"Do you like it when I touch you, Jack?" she wondered innocently.

His response was immediate. "Yes," he panted.

Her warm hand began to move against him as they looked at one another. Her fingers, palm, and wrist working as one while she stroked his aching member. The smooth ridges that enveloped him glided against her skin, and the friction that it created made Jack's breath leave him a little quicker.

"You're so hard," Sam informed him heatedly. 

Her pace quickened until she was shucking her fingers along his stiff length. When his mouth parted in reaction, Sam paused on an upward stroke, and clasped her hand around the engorged head of his cock. Grinding her palm over the knob in light circles, she brushed her thumb across the tip before resuming the pumping motion of her hand. 

Biting his lip, Jack grimaced. "For a novice, you're pretty good at that," he moaned, his voice strained. Sam's fingers stilled as she peered up at his face. Jack instantly squirmed. "Don't stop," he pleaded. "That feels fucking phenomenal."

Narrowing her gaze, she gripped him tighter before leaning her frame towards his chest. Guiding his thick shaft between her legs, she nudged her panties aside with the tip, and began stroking the swollen head along her wet slit. 

"Does this help?" she casually wondered.

Jack's eyes widened immeasurably. "A little," he gasped, his voice shaken.

Sam nodded in understanding then lowered herself so that his length sunk deep inside of her. "Is this better?"

Strangling, he gritted his teeth, and his head dropped back against the wall again. Closing his eyes, he nodded. "That helps a lot more," he choked out.

"That's good, Jack," she quietly responded. 

Lifting her small hands to his face, she pulled his head away from the wall, and took his mouth similar to the way he'd taken hers several times before. Hungrily. Opening her mouth wide, she buried her tongue between his lips, and surged her body onto his. 

He cried out roughly into her mouth as she began to ride him. She didn't do it gently, and she didn't do it slowly. She fucked him hard in exactly the way that he would have wanted it. She rode him like someone possessed, and when he pulled his mouth away from hers to close his eyes with the intensity of it, she leaned down, and bit his neck like she had done before.

When he mewled softly in his throat, she kissed and licked the abused spot before sucking his ear into her mouth. Her hips moved frantically against his as she lifted, and ground herself against him.

"Cum for me, Jack." she panted into his ear. "I want you to cum inside of me."

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his entire frame jerked roughly as he lost all sense of where he was, who he was, and what was happening. The only thing he could feel was himself pouring into her as she pleaded with him to do it.

His fingers dug painfully into her hips. Parting his mouth wordlessly, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Soft gasps of air escaped him as he began to shoot into her while she milked him with her body. When she finally slowed, then stilled altogether, he opened his eyes in wonder to see her softly smiling at him. 

"Good boy," she said in amusement.

His brows furrowed at her words, then he smiled, and shook his head. "You never fail to amaze me," he said in repletion. 

Sam snatched up a red M&M from beside her leg, and popped it into her mouth before grinning. "I try," she said.

"That you do, brat." Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly. "Up," he demanded suddenly. When Sam gazed at him in surprise, his eyes grew pleading. "I have to pee," he whined. Then he squirmed. 

Amused, Sam lifted off of him, and sat on the bed while he scrambled to get off of it. "Back in a flash," he announced then disappeared into the bathroom. 

After a few seconds, Sam could hear the faint sound of urine hitting the toilet, and she grinned at the noise that it made. Stretching out on the bed, she plucked up another M&M, and turned to watch Robin Williams run around in a dress.

When he finally emerged, the top of his jeans were still undone, and he turned off the bathroom light before crawling back into the bed beside her. Pulling her up against him, he glanced towards the television. "Should we start this over?"

"Sure." she answered, then watched as he got up to fiddle with the machine. When the FBI logo appeared for the second time, he returned to the bed, and pulled her back into place so that her head rested on the top of his chest. 

They laid comfortably, and quietly as they watched the movie. The only movements they made were when Jack's fingers lightly rubbed along her back, or when he'd kiss the top of her head. Sam was still beside him, her palm resting on his chest beside her head. 

When the movie ended, and the credits began to roll, Sam smiled. Lifting her head in order to make a comment about men in dresses, she looked at Jack, and saw that his head was turned. He had fallen asleep.

He looked extremely young to her this way. Harmless and innocent. In this unguarded moment, she rested her chin on the top of her hand, and studied him. He really was a good looking man. Definitely a little crazy, but without a doubt he was handsome. 

She wondered what she would have thought of him if they had met under normal circumstances. If he had just walked up to introduce himself instead of abducting, and terrorizing her.

He must have felt her eyes on him subconsciously because at that moment he stirred, and turned his head to look at her. His voice was sleepy as he lifted his hand to run it over her back. 

"What are you doing?" he asked before closing his eyes again. 

"Just looking at you," Sam said. "I'm trying to figure out where you store all of the evil."

Jacks lips tilted before he responded. "You're looking in the wrong place. It's a little lower." His answer made her smirk. 

Lifting his arms in an all over stretch, Jack grimaced then winced in pain. "Does your shoulder still hurt?" she inquired softly.

Wincing again, he nodded, and opened his eyes. "It's definitely a relief to be in a nice, soft bed instead of the back of the damn car," he admitted chagrined. 

Shaking her head at him, Sam sat up. "Roll over."

He lifted his eyebrows as he looked at her, but then complied by flipping onto his stomach. Crawling on top of him, Sam straddled his lower back before reaching up to place her palms on top of his shoulder. She began kneading his skin with her fingers in slow rolling motions. He let out a soft grunt, but otherwise didn't move. 

Her fingers pressed into him, and she began swirling them in circular patterns as her fingers moved along the muscle. She moved downward and then inward so that every inch of his shoulder, underarm, and bicep ended up being massaged. 

Jack let out a long groan as he lay beneath her. "God, this is almost better than sex," he breathed. 

His softly uttered words made Sam's smirk return. Once she had fully ministered to his injury, her fingers continued to move over him until she repeated the same process on the other side. Once she had covered the area, her palms dug into the thick muscles of his back, and worked their way down.

She repeated the process three times, and after about fifteen minutes she had rubbed every inch of his exposed skin several times over. When her fingers finally began to tire, she sat back on her haunches. "Better?" she wondered.

Turning beneath her, he flipped onto his back again, and dug his head into the pillow. When he stilled his relaxed gaze met hers, and he smiled. "Much. Thanks, baby." he said appreciatively. 

Sam nodded to indicate that she had heard him. Suddenly he arched his back. Lifting her into the air, he dug beneath himself. When his hand reappeared he was holding a brown M&M. Peering down at it with a grimace, he chucked it over the side of the bed onto the floor.

Sam clucked her tongue in dismay as she looked at him. "I was saving that!" she said with resentment. 

Jack's lips twitched with amusement as he took in her disgusted visage. "Were you?" he asked with a chuckle. Sam nodded, her expression completely offended.

"Did you want me to go get it?" he asked with a grin. 

Before she could respond, he swung his weight as he rolled, sending her flying towards the edge of the bed. He caught her just before she fell over the side, and pulled her to him so that he could press his mouth to hers. Rolling them back towards the center of the bed, Jack pulled her beneath him. He brushed the hair back from her face as he looked at her. 

"I had a lot of fun today," he told her softly. 

Sam frowned as she looked up at him, and then her expression cleared. "I did too," she said in surprise. 

"This is how I want it to be," he told her. "If we could have begun this way things would be better," he whispered. "I know that's my fault."

"That's not your fault, Jack." she said quietly. "You can't help being a psychopath. I heard somewhere that it's genetic."

His brows knitted as he looked at her. "You don't really think that do you?"

Gazing at him, she decided to be honest. "I don't know what to think. You were so cold and scary, and now you're like this. I don't know which one is real."

"This is," he promised her. "I'm not always going to be perfect. I have a temper, and sometimes it comes out in strange ways, but that's not the way that I am. I was living out a fantasy. I wasn't thinking clearly, and it didn't help to know that you hated my guts."

"What do you mean by... living out a fantasy?" she asked in perplexity.

Looking away in discomfort, Jack hesitantly brought his gaze back to hers. "It was you," he admitted. "You were the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen in my life. I wanted you badly. So badly it was driving me insane, and I knew that I couldn't have you. You were off limits to me. It didn't stop me from wanting you though. I tried to let it go, and I couldn't."

He closed his eyes for a moment as if the memory pained him. When he looked at her again his eyes were apologetic. "The only way that I could have you was to make you, and the only way that I could make you was to scare you into doing what I wanted you to do. I know it was selfish, but it was the only thing I could think of. I had to become an animal so you would obey me. You wouldn't have listened to me otherwise, and I needed you to listen."

"Do you know how unbelievably insane that sounds?" she asked him, her voice horrified.

"I had to do it," he said in agony. "There was no other way I could have you."

"You could have asked me," she whispered.

He shook his head as if it wasn't even a possibility. "You would have said no."

"You don't know that," she said in amazement.

"Yes, I do." He was adamant. "You're only here now because I made you come here. If I didn't have a hold over you, you would leave."

His eyes were fierce as he looked at her, but Sam wasn't afraid. He sounded like a lost little boy. A scared, lost little boy.

Sam sighed. "Do you hear me screaming, Jack? Do I look afraid to you now?"

His gaze washed over her face before he begrudgingly admitted, "No."

"Why do you think that is?" she inquired patiently.

Jack frowned before glancing away from her. "It's because I'm not being an asshole."

Sam nodded slowly before taking a deep breath. "I don't feel afraid when you're like this."

Her response only made Jack's frown deepen. "Then why haven't you tried to leave? Why aren't you trying to run away from me?"

Sam wasn't sure how to answer because she wasn't sure of the answer herself. Finally, she shrugged. "I think I'm getting used to you." she said off handedly. 

Jack's brows furrowed, and then he grinned. "That's even crazier than what I said, Sam. You know that, right?"

Sam's mouth parted, but nothing immediately came out. Closing it once again, she grimaced. "I guess it's not that bad. When you're not scaring the hell out of me, that is."

Shaking his head, he dropped his forehead to the top of her chest. When he lifted it again, he looked vexed. "So, what does that mean?"

"It means that when you're not threatening me, hurting me, or bossing me around, I don't mind being with you," she admitted.

His eyes were wide as he took this in. "Does this mean that you don't hate me anymore?"

Sam was hesitant to answer the question. Peering up into his dark eyes she attempted to gauge the sincerity of his expression. "Are you going to hurt me again?" she asked while her breath hitched inside of her.

Jack shook his head vigorously. "I swear that I won't."

Sam nodded in acceptance. "Then I don't hate you anymore, Jack."

Jack seemed to deflate as he collapsed on top of her. It made a surprised laugh leave her lips. "Good," he mumbled into her shirt. 

"I do have a question though." She took a deep breath before continuing. "That thing with Miles? Was that an act?"

Jack didn't stir as he answered. "No. That was me over reacting. When I saw him touch you it made me insane. I was jealous. I couldn't kick his ass so I took it out on you instead."

"Oh." Sam replied. "So, that was real?"

He nodded. "I meant it when I said that I don't like people touching you. I'll try to be less psychotic about it. I have a bad temper. Sometimes I don't handle it well."

Sam's eyes widened slightly as he imparted this information, but for the moment she decided not to press him.

Lifting his head to look at her, his expression was sheepish. "Sometimes after the fact, I'll realize that I went a little overboard with something, but in the moment while it's happening I can't think straight. I just react. I can't control it. If I could, you and I probably would have never met."

He was more or less telling her that he took impulsiveness to extremes. Knowing this, could she ever fully trust him? If she were to do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing, be the wrong thing, would he revert to being a monster? Sam wasn't sure. 

It all made sense though. The way that they had met, his showing up to her school, walking into the ladies room in the restaurant. Jack didn't think things through. When a thought entered his head, he just followed through with it. No matter how crazy it was.

His dark eyes were sincere as he looked down at her. "I won't hurt you again," he promised. "If I do then I deserve to lose you."

Sam bit her lip as she looked up at him. "I don't want to go to the cemetery anymore," she told him. 

Brushing her hair back from her face, his voice was hesitant. "Okay." He was nervous, and was quick to appease her."You're not going to run?"

Sam continued to bite her lip as she looked up at him, and for a moment she didn't say anything, but as she looked into his dark eyes she finally conceded by nodding. "I won't run," she said softly.

Jack gripped her face in his hands, and kissed her. When he lifted his head, his smile was pleased. "You're mine," he said grinning happily, then kissed her again.

His ecstatic face made Sam smile in return. "Since I'm yours," she asked slowly. "Are you planning on feeding me anytime soon?"




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 06



His smile grew perverse as he lifted an eyebrow. "I suppose I could," he said grinding himself into her.

Sam sighed in mock aggravation. "That's not going to fill my stomach, Jack."

His grin widened as he looked at her in disbelief. "Want to bet?" he returned with a chuckle.

Sam rolled her eyes, and wriggled beneath him. A muffled sound left her throat as she fought her desire to growl at him. It only made him laugh again.

"Calm down, brat." he said with another chuckle. "I'll get you something to eat." 

Tilting his head, his eyes rolled upwards for a moment in thought before he looked down at her again. "Your lunch is still in the car, but I'm kind of hungry too. Should we order something, or go out?" 

Sam only shrugged. It made Jack shake his head. "You know, for someone who doesn't like being bossed around, you sure are lacking in decision making skills," he said with a grin.

"Feed me," she demanded stubbornly.

"Damn," he said lifting his brows. "And I thought I was bossy." Lowering his head, he kissed her mouth. "You got it!"

Rolling off of her, he left the bed, and wandered into the bathroom to retrieve the rest of his clothes. When he returned he was wearing his shirt, and his socks, and he sat on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. Turning to look at her, his eyes widened. "Go get dressed, miss thing. We're going out."

Sam leapt from the bed like an Olympic athlete before heading towards the bathroom. Picking up her jeans, she wriggled them up her legs before reaching down to swipe her shoes and socks from the floor. Slipping them on quickly where she stood, she wriggled her feet after her shoes were in place, and turned to leave the bathroom. Jack was standing in the doorway, his hands braced on the frame. 

"You are one fine looking woman," he said eyeing her up and down teasingly.

Sam crossed her eyes, and made a monkey face, as she twisted her hands in the air.

It made Jack laugh. "You're just kind of special," he said with a chuckle.

Stepping towards him, Sam placed her hands on the doorframe below his, and looked up at him. Her blue eyes were wide, and serious as their gazes met. "Did you find my M&M?" she asked gravely. 

Jack looked at her sympathetically before shaking his head. "I'm sorry. It's gone." Then he fought laughter. "I'll get you some more."

Sam's eyes dropped for a moment, and she sighed. "It's not the same."

"You're such a goof," Jack said grinning, and leaned down to kiss her quickly on the mouth. "Come on," he said jerking his head to the side. "Lets go eat."

***

It wasn't quite a bar, but it wasn't quite a restaurant either. There was blue grass music playing from a jukebox in the corner of the room, and Sam felt very conspicuous after she sat upon the stool in front of their tall table. 

The walls were decorated with strange pictures, and items that looked like they had come out of an episode of Dukes of Hazard. Sam's eyes brushed over each one in amusement before turning to Jack. "Got any straw I can chew?" she asked, her eyes wide.

Jack smiled indulgently. "They have really good burgers here," he told her. Sam nodded, and continued to look around the room.

When their waitress arrived, she was an aging blonde woman with big hair, and an even bigger personality. Smiling at the both of them, she turned to Sam. "What can I get you to drink, honey?"

Sam smiled back politely. "I'll have a Coke, please."

Nodding, she turned. "What do you want, Jack?"

Jack smirked at her, and lifted his hand off to the table slightly as he answered. "The same."

"Alright," she said with a tilt of her head. "Give me just a minute." Before turning away, she winked at Sam.

"She seems nice," Sam said after she was gone.

"She is," Jack replied simply, and said nothing more.

There was a small stand in the center of the table that held a plastic booklet of dessert items, and Sam absently paged through it while they waited.

"What's your last name?" she wondered aloud.

The question immediately made Jack wary. "Why do you want to know?" he asked elusively.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm just curious."

"You know what they say about curiosity, don't you?" He wriggled his eyebrows to lighten the blow of his refusal to answer.

"Okay," she said slowly. "When's your birthday?" she asked instead.

That question he didn't have a problem with. "In April."

Her brows crinkled while she thought it over. "That makes you a Pisces?" 

"A Taurus." he said with a grin. "What are you?"

"A Libra. I was born in October."

"Good," he breathed. "You'll get another year older before I do."

Their waitress returned, and set their glasses on the table. She turned to look at Jack. "Haven't seen you come in for a while, sweetheart. Where have you been hiding out?"

He smiled at her warmly. "Oh, you know. Here and there, Bev. Been kind of busy lately."

Nodding, she turned to Sam. "Lovely young lady you have here with you. You didn't abduct her, did you?"

Her words made Sam's eyes widen, but Jack only laughed. "No. This is Sam, Bev. She's my niece."

"It's lovely to meet you, Sam," she said warmly. "What can I get you to eat?"

Jack quickly interjected when Sam paused in responding. "We're going to get two of the specials, if that's alright?"

"Sounds fine by me," she said in a friendly way. "I'll tell Chance to throw two on the grill."

Jack nodded, and she stepped away to head behind the bar before disappearing through a doorway. Sam smirked as she looked at him. "Your niece?"

His eyes bulged, and then he shrugged. "I could have told her the truth, but I don't want this to be my last meal." Sam's hand lifted to her mouth to hide her amusement. "If she knew the things I've done to you, I would never make it out of here alive," Jack said warily as he eyed the kitchen door.

"Does that mean we're not going to go at it in the bathroom?" Sam asked innocently. 

Widening his eyes once more, he shook his head erratically.

"Does that mean I shouldn't try to seduce you?" she asked bemusedly.

Jack tucked his tongue into his cheek as he met her eyes. "That will just get you a trip out to the car. By all means, seduce away." When Sam continued to smile at him his curiosity grew. "What were you planning on doing to perform this seduction?"

Biting her lip, she gazed down at the table top before raising her large blue eyes coyly. Glancing around to make sure no one could hear her, she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial level. 

"Are you sure you want me to tell you?" she whispered softly.

Jack was held captive in her gaze, and nodded slowly. Sam leaned towards him. The movement caused her shirt to gape slightly away from her breasts, and Jack's eyes were immediately drawn to the lovely cleavage that was on display. 

"You've been pretty generous up to this point. Buying me lunches, paying for the hotel, giving me two astounding orgasms."

Jack's brows lifted, and he smiled. He liked where this was going.

Peering down at the table again briefly, Sam lifted her gaze. "I wanted to reciprocate," she told him softly. 

"Oh yeah?" Jack said. She had definitely peaked his interest. 

Sam nodded gravely. "I have something for you." Biting her lip, she gazed up at him through her lashes.

Jack swallowed with difficulty. "What is it?" he asked.

Pausing, Sam seemed to struggle internally before answering him. Lowering her voice until it became only a breathy sound that emerged from her throat, she admitted "It's in my jeans. I would have to put my fingers inside of them in order to show you."

Jack's mouth parted at her admission. "Are you sure you want to do that here? Someone might see you."

Sam nodded confidently. "I want to. I've wanted to ever since we got here." Placing her hands in her lap she looked Jack square in the eye. "Is it okay if I put them in there, Jack?"

Swallowing again, he nodded. "If that's what you want to do," he said thickly.

"It is." Lifting her shoulder just the slightest bit, Sam very slowly lifted her hand, and slipped it into her pants beneath the table. Jack's heated gaze followed the movement of her arm, and his mouth parted again.

"After everything you've done, I wanted to do this for you," she told him seductively. Her arm pushed lower, and seemed to move around a little. Jack's dark gaze was intent as he watched her.

Suddenly, her arm lifted, and she slapped her hand down in the center of the table. When she pulled it back to place it back in her lap, there was a single, brown M&M left in it's wake. Jack stared down at it for a moment before lifting his gaze to hers in amazement.

A small smile tilted her lips as she looked at him. "I just wanted you to know that dessert is on me."

Jack looked down at the M&M again, his eyes wide. Then he lifted his stricken gaze to hers. The laughter that escaped him was abrupt, and before he knew it, he was bent over the table shaking, and wiping moisture from his eyes as he tried, and failed to stop. 

Every time that he managed to get a hold of himself, he'd look down at the sad little M&M and fall apart again. He could barely breathe as he looked up at Sam who was innocently drinking her glass of soda.

"I can honestly say, that I've never wanted you more than I do in this moment," he imparted completely straight faced. "I'm hard as a rock. Get up, we're going to the car."

Slipping from his stool, he began walking away from the table. Sam's eyes widened in dismay as she watched him heads towards the door. "Really?" she asked in amazement.

Jack turned around, and came back towards the table, his chest rocking with laughter. "No," he said shaking his head. "That was the worst seduction ever." Glancing around, he quickly leaned down, and kissed her on the mouth. "You are such a damn brat," he said amused. 

Taking his seat, he glanced down at the M&M again, and pushed it towards her. "I'll give you ten dollars right now if you eat it."

Sam scrunched her nose. "It was on the floor, and spent some time between your butt cheeks. You're going to have to offer up a better incentive."

Jack laughed again. "It was stuck to my back. I was wearing pants when you dumped them everywhere."

"Not the whole time," Sam said with a cheeky grin.

"True," he said with a chuckle. "There might be a few I haven't found yet."

"We can investigate later," she answered.

"I look forward to it." Reaching his hand out, he flicked the M&M off of the table. When Sam gasped in dismay, he started laughing all over again.

Bev arrived soon after with their burgers and fries, and this time Sam was able to eat everything on her plate. She had worked up an appetite, and had never felt hungrier.

"That was so good," she moaned appreciatively once she had finished.

Jack lowered his glass of soda back to the table, and grinned at her. "Yes, it was. Did you want dessert?"

Sam thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. "I'm full."

"Me too," Jack said. "Let me take care of the bill real quick, and then we'll get out of here."

Getting up from the table, Jack walked over to the bar where Bev was standing talking to an older gentleman. Leaning over it, they spoke for a moment, and then Jack reached into the back pocket of his jeans to pull out his wallet. Handing her a handful of bills, they smiled at one another before Jack said his goodbyes. When he returned to the table, his expression was warm, and at ease. "Ready to go?"

Nodding, Sam slipped from her chair, and walked with Jack towards the door. Turning, she waved to Bev, and Bev waved back with a smile. "See you next time, honey." she called.

"It was nice to meet you," Sam returned, and followed Jack out the door.

Once they were outside, Jack reached down, and grabbed her hand in the dark. He held it in his as they walked towards the car.

"Definitely very boyfriendy," she told him as they approached it.

He glanced down at her, and smiled, but chose not to say anything. Opening her door for her, he released her hand so that she could slip inside, then closed it so he could round the car, and get in himself. Reaching for his cigarettes, he lit one then started the car.

"Thanks for dinner," she said as he pulled the car into reverse, and backed out of the parking space.

His brows lifted as he nodded. "No problem. Can't have you wasting away. We need to keep your strength up." The sly way in which he smiled after that statement made Sam shake her head at him.

"Is your mind always in the gutter?" she asked patiently.

He took a drag off his cigarette, and kept his eyes on the road when he answered. "No. Sometimes I like to think about puppies and kitties." He turned to grin at her. "Sometimes rainbows."

When she only stared at him, he reached down to the cd player, and hit play. The car soon filled with music as they made their way back to the hotel. When they finally reached it, Jack tilted his head so that he could see the ashtray as he stubbed out his cigarette, then turned off the ignition. Glancing up at her, he opened the door, got out of the car, then rounded it so he could open hers as well. 

"Thank you, kind sir." Sam said as she tilted her head at him. 

"M'lady," he said as he tilted his head back. 

The moment was ruined when she walked past him. He smacked her on the bottom making her jump. When she turned to glare at him, Jack laughed. "So uncivilized!" she huffed at him.

When she reached the door, Jack slid an arm around her waist, and pulled her back against him as he pushed the key into the lock. At the same time that he pushed the door open he leaned down to kiss the side of her neck, and Sam let out a soft breath as she tilted her head to give him better access to it.

She was consumed with his presence behind her. He felt very large, very strong, and very masculine pressed up against her. Jack could never be confused with a boy. He was very much a man in every way. He made that fact apparent when unexpectedly he turned her to face him, and bent over to pick her up over his shoulder.

Sam let out a shriek as he walked into the room, and closed the door behind him. His palm reached up to smack her on the bottom once more, and this time her shriek sounded more like a growl as she pounded her fist on his back.

"Put me down, you animal!" she yelled loudly.

Jack quickly obeyed by tossing her onto the bed. Her slight frame bounced as it landed, and she pushed her dark hair out of her face to glare up at his smiling face.

"You sir, are a neanderthal!" she told him.

Lifting his knee to the bed, Jack quickly crawled onto it until his large frame covered hers, and pressed it down into the mattress. Slipping his fingers into her hair, he took her mouth hungrily, and let out a loud groan.

Lifting his head, his dark eyes delved into her large, blue ones as she panted beneath him. "I want you," he told her thickly, then took her mouth again. His entire body moved against hers roughly as he pushed into her.

Pressing his hands into the mattress, he got to his knees then pulled on her arms until she sat up. Yanking his shirt over his head, he threw it to the side then reached down to dispose of hers as well. When she was bared before him, he took her mouth once more, and lifted his hand to palm one of her breasts. His fingers squeezed it urgently while his tongue entangled with hers.

Lost in a sea of sensations, Sam gasped into his mouth, and quickly reached up to the front of his jeans to unbutton them. She felt the same sense of urgency as the zipper came down, and she began tugging his pants down his hips. When they were pooled at his knees, her eyes dropped to his thickly engorged cock that jutted before her.

Her eyes darted to his quickly. Before he could sense what she was about, Sam wrapped her fingers around his length, and took it into her mouth so that he was buried between her lips.

Jack gasped, and his eyes widened as he watched her. Her fingers fell away from him after her cheeks grabbed a hold, and to his astonishment she began bobbing her head up and down his shaft. His eyes dropped closed at the feel of it. Lifting his hand to place it on the back of her head, he gently held her while she licked, sucked, and filled her mouth repeatedly.

Then to his further surprise, she took a deep breath, and forced the head of his cock into the small confines of her throat. Jack cried out at the feel of it, and lowered his eyes to watch as she choked on him.

Pulling back, she took another deep breath, and pushed him even further the second time. Jack gritted his teeth, and tilted his head back. The feel of her tight throat constricting around him making him shake. After the fifth time she swooped down on him, Jack abruptly pulled back. His breath was ragged as he looked at her.

"Stop, Sam." he gasped. "You're going to make me cum, and I want to be inside of you." 

Rubbing his thumb down the side of her face, he released her, and quickly stood upon the bed to divest himself of the rest of his clothing. Once they were off, he knelt again, and reached for the button of her jeans as she kicked off her shoes. 

Peeling them down her legs along with her panties, he tossed them over the side of the bed then lowered his weight on top of hers while he found her mouth again. His hand came up to cradle her head as he sunk between her thighs, and with a lift of his hips he was buried inside of her.

Jack's mouth grew slack against hers, and his eyes closed tightly as a soft grunt escaped him. He began to move into her slowly, and Sam's hands lifted to grasp onto his back to hold him to her. 

"Don't say my name," he told her softly. "If you beg or say my name it'll be over, and I want to feel you."

She was panting beneath him in earnest now, and her head dug into the bed beneath her as she nodded in consent. With every slow thrust her back would arch, and eventually she began lifting her hips to meet them. It was too much for Jack. Reaching down, he gripped her hip in his strong hand to still her, and when she looked into his heated gaze in question, he only pushed forward to fill her again. 

"You are so fucking tight," he ground out. "Slow, Sam. Slow."

He made it go on and on. His mouth trailing over every inch of her that he could reach, while he slowly, and rhythmically thrust inside of her. When Sam thought she couldn't take much more, he pushed to his knees, and lifted her legs with his strong arms so that he was pushing in deeper, hitting an entirely different part of her. It began to steal her sanity, and she bit down on her lip hard to keep from begging. 

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as moans escaped her, and when he pushed her legs even higher, the head of him slid against the most sensitive spot inside of her, and she couldn't control it. "Jack!" she cried out. The pleasure was intense.

"Sam, don't." he breathed.

Only, the slight shifting of her legs meant that he was hitting the spot each, and every time that he moved. Sam began to hyperventilate. Her hands fisted against the sheets, and her head tossed from side to side as she began to lose herself. "Please!" she cried out again.

A low sound of aggravation left him, and he closed his eyes as his tempo increased. Instead of hitting the spot slowly, he was now pounding into it, and Sam's moans turned into cries of ecstacy as she lost all control. "I can't! Please! Please, Jack! I can't! Please!"

Jack shuddered, and dug his fingers into her thighs hard. His thrusts became mindless, each one making him grunt loudly as he slammed into her. His voice was tight as it came out between his gritted teeth. "I'm going to cum, Sam."

Surging into her, he stilled, his body rigid. He was emptying himself inside of her while he twitched, and throbbed. Sam could feel the hot spurts ejecting from him. When the last drop had filled her, his entire frame wilted, and he lowered his forehead to hers as he tried to catch his breath. 




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 07



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."

He looked like a small boy to Sam as he made the softly uttered plea. Tilting her head, she leaned forward, and lightly kissed his mouth. "Okay," she simply replied.

"Really?" he asked in surprise. Sam nodded, and he reached to pull her against him. "You're kind of amazing. Did you know that?"

Snuggling into his chest, Sam's smile returned. "Yes. I'm aware."

Her response amused him. "Modest about it too," he chuckled. Rubbing his fingers down her back, he kissed the top of her head. "I suppose we had better get dressed," he said with a sigh.

Rolling from the bed, Jack walked around the room until he located his clothes, and put them on. Once he was dressed, he picked her clothes up from the floor, and placed them on the bed beside her. "Hurry up and put these on before I'm tempted to say the hell with it, and take mine back off again."

Sam let out a small laugh as she sat up, and reached for her shirt. Pulling it over her head, she smoothed it into place before slipping into her panties and jeans. Jack stood idly by while she put them on. Once she had her shoes and socks on her feet, she gazed up at him and smiled. "All done," she informed him.

"Great," he told her flatly. Then he leapt upon her. Pushing her back down to the mattress, Sam began to giggle as his weight sunk into her, and his mouth hungrily found hers. After he had finished thoroughly tasting her, he pulled back just as abruptly, and slipped from the bed. "Well, get up" he said rolling his eyes. "I don't have all day."

Instead of getting up on her own, she held a hand out to him indicating that she needed assistance. With a grin, Jack grabbed it in his, and yanked her slight frame from the mattress so that she was standing before him. Dipping his head, he kissed her then gazed at her expectantly. "Ready?"

When she nodded, Jack turned towards the door. They both walked towards it, but then Sam gasped, and snapped her fingers. "I forgot my bra. It's in the bathroom. Give me two seconds," she said then walked into the room to retrieve it. 

Swiping it off of the floor, she quickly slipped her arms from her shirt so that she could put it back on. Once it was in place, and her arms were back inside her sleeves, she hopped from the bathroom to find Jack waiting for her. "Okay, we can go," she said with a smile. 

Smiling back, he opened the door, and they both left the room. After he closed it, he paused to look at her. "I just have to drop the key off if you want to wait in the car," he told her. 

"Alright," she returned amicably, and headed off in that direction as Jack slipped down the boardwalk to enter the office. 

He was already walking back out the door by the time she got inside. Following suit, he got into the car, started the ignition, and reached for his cigarettes. Hitting play on the cd player, a light, lilting guitar solo began as Jack pulled out of the parking lot.

You make me come

You make me complete

You make me completely miserable

Stuck to a chair 

Watching this story about me

Everything goes by so fast

Making my head spin

Used up all of my friends 

Who needs them when you mean everything

Well, I love the things that we should fear

And I'm not afraid of being here

So much the same it makes me... helpless... alone

They were at ease with one another during the short, quiet trip. When Jack finally pulled the Dodge into an empty space that was several houses away from her own, he turned down the music, and put out his cigarette. Tilting his head, their gazes met, and he smiled. "I'll text you when I get home. Okay?"

Sam nodded, and when he leaned towards her to kiss her mouth, she placed her hands on the sides of his head before parting her lips to allow his tongue to delve inside. Leaning back, his smile widened. "Be good. I'll see you later."

"Bye," she softly replied, and reached for the handle of the door to get out.

When she reached the porch, Jack was just pulling away, and she turned to wave in his direction before entering the house. Sam could hear several voices coming from the dining room after she opened the door.

Turning down the hall, she entered the room, and spotted her entire family sitting at the table with her uncle Roland, her aunt Bethany, and her cousin Clark. Everyone paused in their conversations, and turned their heads to look at her as she entered the room.

"Hello, sweetheart," her father greeted her warmly. 

Stepping further into the room, she reached down to hug him from behind where he sat in his chair before letting her gaze drift over the rest of her family. "Hi, everybody. What's going on?"

"We're just about to have lunch if you want to sit down, honey," her mother said from the kitchen doorway. 

Taking a seat beside her father she glanced across the table at her aunt, and smiled. "How is school going, dear?" she asked pleasantly.

"Pretty good," Sam answered. 

Her uncle Roland beamed at her from beside his wife. "You must have grown at least a foot since the last time I saw you," he exaggerated. "You're all grown up now."

Sam grinned at him before responding. "I've been making sure to eat all of my vegetables."

He turned, and looked at Clark who was sitting beside him. "This one is going off to college next fall. God willing," he said then frowned at his son.

Clark rolled his eyes before turning to smirk at Sam. "Think they want me out of the house?" he asked bemusedly. Turning back to his father, he raised a blonde eyebrow in question. "Does this mean I can't live in the basement until I'm forty?" he asked with a straight face.

His father's expression grew disconcerted as he looked at his son. Shaking his head at him, he sighed before turning back to Sam. "Your father has been telling me about his new fishing boat. Taken a ride in it yet?"

"Not yet. Both times that he went out to the lake, he went with Mr. Strauss and uncle Charlie. Maybe sometime this summer."

Her uncle Roland nodded solemnly. "Probably for the best. The air gets a little cold down there this time of year." Sam nodded in agreement.

Furrowing his brows, Roland tilted his head slightly. "Still working for Strauss, huh Alan? I figured he would have fired your ass long ago."

Sam's father grinned in response. "Not yet. Got another promotion just last week. We're thinking of using the money to remodel the upstairs bathroom." 

Just then her mother walked into the room to stand beside her. "Alan? Would you mind pulling the ham from the oven?" she asked her father. "Sam, honey, would you set the table please?"

"Sure, mom." Sam agreed. Then she stood to retrieve the silverware, and plates from the kitchen.

Lunch was loud, and boisterous. Sam's uncle and father discussed a range of topics. All which seemed to make them laugh louder, and longer with each passing one. Every time that their voices would raise an octave, Sam's mother would pause in what she was saying to her aunt Bethany to frown at them. 

When everyone had finished the meal, her mother brought out a freshly baked cherry pie. She served everyone a piece with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, and a small silver spoon. They were the spoons Sam only saw when they had company. As she dug into her piece, Clark leaned across the table to get her attention. 

"Do you still go to that park we used to go to when we were kids?" he asked her with a grin.

Sam grinned back. "Not in forever. Why do you ask?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I figured we could check it out while I'm here. Remember when I pushed you on the merry go round so hard that you threw up?"

Sam scrunched her nose at the memory. "Yes. It got all over my shoes, and my mom had to throw them away, and buy a new pair."

Clark cackled in amusement. "Lets go down there. It'll be fun. All nostalgic."

Sam readily agreed. Turning to her mother, she tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention. "Do you mind if Clark and I walk down to the park after lunch?"

Her mother nodded absently. "Take Timothy with you if you go."

"Alright," Sam agreed.

When the table was cleared, Sam quickly helped her mother with the dishes before going in search of her jacket. Putting it on, she made her way to the living room where everyone was watching television. Clark was sitting on the sofa beside his mother, and Sam tilted her head when he met her gaze. "Ready to go?" she asked.

Nodding quickly, he got up from the sofa, and Sam's attention was drawn to her little brother who was lying on his stomach in the middle of the living room floor. His nose was buried in the television set. "Want to go to the park, Tim?" she asked.

Without turning to respond, he shook his head. "I'm watching this," he replied absently.

Shrugging, she turned back to Clark. "Guess it's just us."

Saying their goodbyes with a wave of their hand, they headed out the front door, and made their way down the porch steps. Clark sprinted ahead of her as they went. "Our parents were boring me to death," he said with a grin. "Had to get out of there."

Turning down the block, they walked for a few minutes in companionable silence. Deciding to break it, Sam looked up at him. "So, college in the fall. Are you excited?"

Clark grimaced, and looked at the ground as he answered. "Yes and no. It's going to be a lot of work. I'm not really looking forward to that part, but it's going to be packed with girls. So, that part I don't mind too much." Lifting his head he turned to grin at her.

"No girlfriend?" Sam asked curiously.

Clark shook his head. "There was this one girl, but she seemed kind of fickle. Kept flirting with my friends like I wasn't enough for her. Eventually, I grew tired of it, and broke up with her. She's dating my friend Mark now," Clark said in amusement. Sam smiled sympathetically as they continued to walk.

"What about you? Any guys? A boyfriend perhaps?"

Sam hesitated before answering. She wasn't sure if she wanted to bring Jack up, or if she should. Their relationship was way too complicated to mention in casual conversation to anyone. She didn't think she could explain it even if she tried. So, finally, she ended up shaking her head. "No boyfriend." she said with a smile. 

"You're young. You still have time." he said with a smirk.

Sam lifted an amused brow. "And here I was worried I'd end up a spinster. Thanks for the pep talk, coach."

"Anytime. That's what I'm here for," he said then nudged her with his shoulder.

When the swing sets came into view, his green eyes widened before he turned to look at her. "Last one to the swing set is a monkey's hairy butt!" he informed her. Then he took off running.

Laughing, Sam took off at a sprint after him, but he easily won when she had difficulty controlling her laughter. Instead of getting onto the swing, he rounded the one in the middle, and grasped onto the chains with his hands. "Get on," he told her. "I'll push you like I did when we were little."

Turning, Sam placed her bottom in the seat, and grabbed onto the chains. Reaching down, Clark grasped onto the sides of it, and took a deep breath. Pulling back, he shoved her into the air as Sam straightened her legs. "God, you're lazy," he chuckled. "Pump your feet!"

Laughing, she bent her knees when she swung backward, then straightened her legs on her forward swing. She went a little higher. 

Clark shook his head. Grabbing onto the seat as she came backward, he ran her full tilt forward, and pushed her until she swung over his head. Ducking out from underneath her feet, he turned, and watched her go flying back.

"Underdog!" he hollered in triumph. 

Sam giggled, and pumped her legs harder. "Holy crap," she breathed. "I feel like I'm going to fly off!"

Clark shook his head again. "No way! Do it like when we were little. Jump off!"

Sam's eyes bugged out at his words. "Jump?"

He was grinning now. "Come on, you wuss. You can do it. Jump!"

It took three forward swings for her to build up the courage. On the fourth dip forward, Sam let go of the chains, and hopped from the seat. Her legs hit the ground hard, and she had to swing her arms to keep from falling on her face. When she regained her balance, Clark wrapped his arms around his chest, and broke into peals of laughter.




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 07



"That was the most graceful dismount ever!" he told her. 

Splaying her fingers into the air, Sam bowed to turn her serious blunder into something a little more graceful, then straightened to grin at Clark. "Your turn," she told him. 

"Okay," he said grinning back at her. "But you have to do it with me."

When she readily agreed, they both hopped onto a swing, and pumped their legs into the air until they were swinging high. When they could go no higher, Clark turned his blonde head to look at her. "Ready?" he shouted. "On three! One! Two! Three!"

Sam jumped from the swing, while he stayed on his. She landed a little better this time, but Clark still laughed uproariously at the display she made. 

"Come on, you big baby! Jump!" she taunted him.

Smiling from ear to ear, Clark nodded. "I can dooo it!" he hollered. 

He pumped his legs harder. When Sam started to wonder if he was going to flip round the top to the other side, he leapt into the air like some kind of winged creature, and landed on his feet like a professional gymnast.

"TADA!" he cried out with a flourish of his arms.

"Show off!" Sam accused with a giggle.

"I have the skills to pay the bills, baby." he told her. "Now where's that merry go round? I hope you're not attached to those shoes," he said while glancing down at her feet.

They played like little kids on everything they came across. From the teeter totter, to the monkey bars, to the slide. When he spun Sam on the merry go round until she grew dizzy, she moaned, and laughed, and cried out for him to stop. Taking pity on her, he grabbed one of the rotating bars with his hand to bring it to a halt. 

"You're not going to up chuck pie all over me, are ya Sam?" he asked teasingly.

"I might. Just for revenge," she giggled.

"I like these shoes," he said while eyeing his feet. "One more round on the swing, then lets head back!" he announced. 

Nodding in agreement, Sam lunged from the merry go round, and nearly fell over. Laughing, Clark caught her before her face hit the ground. He half hazardly swung her arm over his shoulder before he put his arm around her back. "I gotchya," he said with a chuckle. 

After a few steps, Sam shook the strangeness out of her mind, and was able to walk somewhat decently. So, instead of holding her arm around his shoulder, he dropped it, and put his arm around her shoulder instead. 

"This was fun," he said to her with a smile. "How come we don't do stuff like this anymore?"

"We got too big," she said returning his smile. "Too big, and too serious."

"Never!" Clark announced. "I don't think I've ever been serious," he said with a chuckle.

Sam nodded. "Life's more fun that way."

They were trudging along leaning against one another, and had almost reached the swing set when Sam happened to glance up, and her heart lodged in her throat.

Walking across the grass towards them from his car, was Jack. He had a cigarette in his hand, and he quickly flicked it away from himself as his fists clenched at his sides. He was storming towards her quickly, and she had never seen him look so enraged. His dark eyes were frightening as he approached her. 

"Oh my God," she whispered.

She didn't realize until almost the last second that his fierce eyes weren't focused on her. They were focused on Clark. So, when he reached out and grabbed him by the front of his shirt to slam him into the nearby park sign, they both gasped in surprise.

"Jack! Stop!" she yelled.

He was a ball of fury as he clutched onto Clark's slight frame with his large fists. His teeth clenched, and his breath heaved from him in anger.Sam quickly grabbed onto his forearm to try and pull him off. "He's my cousin! Don't hurt him!" she pleaded.  

His volatile gaze flicked towards her, but his expression didn't change. Staring into Clark's terrified eyes, Jack's narrowed. After an endlessly tense moment, he released him with a shove, and turned to walk back in the direction that he had come.

Still in shock, Sam took a few halting steps to follow him. His long legs carried him swiftly, but after a moment, he whipped around to charge back in Clark's direction. Sam quickly put her hands on the front of his chest to try to keep him at bay, which had zero effect, but it did slow him a little. 

Lifting his hand into the air, he pointed at Clark. "You don't fucking touch her!" he snarled. 

Clark's eyes widened dramatically, and Sam peered up into Jack's vicious face in an attempt to reach him. "Stop!" she whispered urgently.

Lowering his arm, he looked down at her. He seemed to calm slightly as he looked into her blue eyes, but the change was minimal.

"What are you doing here?" she asked softly while adrenaline shot through her limbs. "Are you following me again?"

The question made him frown. "No. I've been texting you for the past three hours, and you weren't answering me. I wasn't sure if something had happened to you, or you were just avoiding me."

Sam sighed as she looked up at him. "Neither. My aunt and uncle came over for lunch. My phone was still in my bedroom when I got home. I haven't had time to check it."

His frown deepened."I was worried."

"So, you decided to attack my cousin?" It was a reprimand.

"He was touching you," Jack said as if that was reason enough.

Sam was aggravated, and it showed. Her brows furrowed as she glared up at him. "If you're trying to convince me that you're not crazy, this is definitely not the way to go about it."

Jack's angry gaze lifted to Clark once more where he still stood frozen against the sign. Then his dark eyes dropped to Sam's, and they softened. "I know. I lost control. I'm sorry."

Sighing again, Sam clutched onto the front of his shirt with her fingers. "I think you made Clark wet himself," she said apprehensively.

A hint of a smile touched his lips as he looked at her. "Don't be mad," he entreated.

"I am mad. Can we talk about this later?" Her wary gaze darted towards Clark, but swiftly returned so that she was staring up at Jack's intent face.

"I don't want you to be mad," was his only reply.

Her voice lowered to a whisper as her hands gripped his shirt tighter. "You can't go around attacking every person that touches me, Jack. You're going to hurt someone." Her tone begged him to see reason.

His brows knitted, and he looked away for a moment. Then they lifted as he looked back at her. "His hands were all over you. I didn't know that was your cousin. I lost my temper. You're mine. I'm a man, Sam. I react like one."

Sam closed her eyes, and dropped her forehead to his chest in aggravation. It didn't stop Jack from reaching up to run his fingers through her hair to hold her to him so that he could kiss the top of her head. 

Tilting her head back, she shook her head at him. "What am I going to do with you?" When he opened his mouth to respond, she quickly covered it with her hand. "Don't answer that," she said, her eyes widening. 

Jack's lips lifted behind her fingers, and she dropped her hand from him. "I have to get Clark home. We'll talk later." she said pointedly.

"Alright," he said. "Kiss me, and I'll go," he told her.

"That's it?" she asked. "I kiss you, and we can talk about this later?"

He nodded, and said nothing more.

Rolling her eyes, Sam relented. "Alright, fine." 

Rising onto her toes so that she could reach his lips, she squeaked slightly when he wrapped one strong arm around her back, and lifted her feet off the ground. His head tilted to the side as he pushed her lips wide, and kissed her fully.

When he pulled back, he still held her aloft, and Sam's dazed eyes met his. "Tell dickhead I'm sorry for wrinkling his shirt," Jack said with a small smile. 

When she glared at him again, he rolled his eyes. "Or Clark, whatever." Setting her feet back on the ground, he reached up to place his hand on the side of her head before leaning in to kiss her temple. "Call me later," he said simply, and turned to walk back to his car.

Sam watched him until he reached it, and got inside. Letting out a slow breath, she turned around to face her cousin. He seemed to have recovered himself in the space of those few minutes. Stepping towards her, his face was stricken. "Who the hell was that lunatic, Sam?"

"That was Jack," she said with a sigh.

"Are you dating that guy? He's like... thirty!"

"Thirty four, actually." she said quietly.

"Are you insane?" Clark yelled.

Sam turned to him, and frowned. "You can't tell anyone, Clark. Promise me that you won't say anything."

Sam!" he said aghast. "The guy is a freaking cradle robber, and an unstable one. He seems violent. You're not safe with someone like that."

"Please, Clark." she pleaded with him.

His expression was horrified. "Does anyone else know? What are you thinking?"

"I'm not entirely sure yet," she said with a small smile. "I just need you to keep this between us. If you care about me, you won't tell anyone."

His breath left him in a whoosh as he scratched his head. He was completely at a loss. "This is insane," he finally said.

"I know," Sam said. "Please?" she begged softly.

"Will you tell someone if he hurts you?" he demanded.

"Of course," Sam quickly agreed.

"I don't like this," he said as he glared at her. Sam peered up at him unwilling to back down. Wen he saw the sheer determination in her eyes, a sound of disgust escaped his throat. "I won't say anything as long as nothing happens to you. If that psycho does anything to hurt you, I'm telling your father."

"He won't," Sam assured him. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and quickly hugged him. "I'll be fine. I promise," she said.

Clark was still frowning when she pulled away. "I sure the hell hope so," he said in disbelief.

"The only way I won't be fine is if you tell someone, Clark. No one would understand. So, I really need you to."

He shook his head, and sighed. "Are you sure about this?"

Sam nodded quickly. "Yes. I am."

It wasn't the complete truth, but she needed him on her side. She could only imagine the ordeal that would take place if her parents were to find out about Jack. Her father would never allow her to set foot outside of the house again. They couldn't find out, and she would tell Clark anything he needed to hear in order to keep her secret safe.

"Come on," she said. "Don't let this ruin our day. It's been a lot of fun, and that's how I'd like to remember it."

Letting out another sigh, Clark followed behind her as she began walking back towards the house.



The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 08



It was another hour before Sam's aunt and uncle decided to depart. Once they had left, taking her tight lipped cousin with them, Sam went up to her bedroom in search of her phone. When she located it on the edge of her bed where she had left it, she quickly picked it up to check the messages. Four texts, and one missed phone call. All from Jack.

"Being in a bed isn't as comfortable without you in it." - J.

"Where'd you run off to?" - J.

"You're not avoiding me, are you?" - J.

"Sam, where the hell are you?" - J.

Sighing, Sam scrolled through the options on the messages until it hovered on the word Call. Pressing send, she lifted the phone to her ear, and listened as it began to ring. Jack answered after the third one. 

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hi." 

"Still mad at me?"

Sam wasn't sure how to respond. "I just want to be sure that you understand something."

He remained quiet on the other end of the line. He was patiently waiting for her to continue. 

"In order for this to work, I need to trust you. I also need you to trust me. I'm not sure what it is that we're doing, or even what this is, but I know it's not going to work without that."

She heard him sigh. "I do trust you," he finally said. "I'm just a little unsure of how you feel about all of this. I know how I feel. It's a little nerve wracking wondering where you stand."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"You know that I want you," Jack said. "I've made that abundantly clear. Our entire association has been based on the fact that I want you. You know that. I feel like I'm hanging in the balance because I don't know what it is that you want. Like if I say the wrong thing, or do the wrong thing, you're going to run away from me."

"You want to know how I feel?"

Jack paused for a moment. Then his breath escaped him raggedly. "Yes," he finally said.

Sam wasn't sure how to reply. Her thoughts and feelings on the entire matter were complicated. She hadn't even fully analyzed it herself. "Confused," she eventually answered.

"What does that mean?" Jack asked.

Sam didn't feel ready to go into detail about it. Not until she had tried to figure it out for herself. The truth of the matter was, she wasn't sure how she felt. 

She let out a sigh. "It means that I'm not sure what to think about all of this. I haven't had time to really process it."

"Okay," Jack said slowly. "Well, answer me this. Are you still afraid of me?"

"No," she admitted. "Maybe a little when you're angry."

Jack took this in for a moment before going on. "I won't hurt you," he said softly. "I want you to believe that."

She wanted to believe it too. "You're kind of intense, Jack. I guess I'm just not used to it."

"I know," he replied dejectedly. "You said you were going to give me a chance. Is that still true?"

Sam leaned against the headboard of her bed as she bit her lip. "Yes," she hesitantly answered. "I'm just not entirely sure what I'm opening myself up to, or what you're expecting."

She could hear the smile in his voice when he responded. "I thought that was obvious. I want to be with you, Sam. I want you to be mine." He paused for a moment as if unsure of his next words. "I just want you to want it too."

Was it what she wanted? She wasn't sure. Agreeing to be with him meant a life of hiding, and sneaking around. It was a world that only the two of them could be a part of. Clark had been right about one thing. Jack was unstable. She never knew when, or how, or what would upset him next. It was like standing on the precipice of a cliff waiting to be pushed off. 

It would always be a part of who Jack was. Could she accept him for who he was, and look past all of the insanity? She didn't really know. The only thing that she knew was that since he had come into her life she had experienced a range of tumultuous emotions that she couldn't really describe. They made her feel alive.

"Can you give me some time to sort through all this?" she finally asked.

His smile was still evident when he spoke. "We have nothing but time, baby." His voice dropped to an enticing whisper. "Can I see you?" he inquired heatedly.

"Now?" she asked in surprise.

"Just for a little while. Go for a drive with me."

Sam thought about it for a moment before she relented . "Alright. Can you give me a half an hour? I still need to shower, and change clothes."

Jack chuckled. "Sure. I'll be there in thirty minutes."

***

She told her parents that she was walking to a friend's house, then slipped out the front door, and made her way down the porch steps. The sky was dark, and the street lights were just coming on as she made her way down the block towards Jack's car. 

When she got in the smells assaulted her senses immediately. She could smell the vinyl of the seats, the faint aroma of cigarette smoke, and the smell of Jack himself. It was a deeply masculine scent, and she breathed it in appreciatively as he turned to smile at her in greeting. 

Leaning towards her, he cupped the side of her face in his large hand, and kissed her mouth softly. His eyes crinkled devilishly when he pulled back to look at her. "Hi. Ready to go?" 

"Where are we going?" Sam asked.

"To the strip club," he replied, and kissed her mouth again.

Sam scowled as she looked at him, which made him laugh. "We're gonna go to the drive in," he said with a grin. "It's something that we can do where we don't have to get out of the car, I can kiss you if I want to, and we get to eat popcorn. You'll love it. I promise."

Sam sighed regretfully. "I was hoping to expand my knowledge on nipple tassels."

Jack lifted a brow. "I'll buy you a pair," he said, then winked at her.

Sam clapped her hands excitedly. Abruptly dropping them, she rolled her eyes at Jack as he started the car. Lifting a cigarette to his mouth, he turned, and smirked at her. "You know, if you want to go that badly, I think there's one on route seven that's loose about carding?"

Sam smiled at him sweetly before replying, "If you ever try to take me to one of those places they'll be searching for your body for months."

"Is that a no then?" he asked with another grin.

Her smile was still firmly in place when she looked at him. "Drive!" she ordered.

Jack's eyes widened, and then he laughed. "Yes, ma'am!" Pulling on the gearshift, he pulled away from the curb. Once they were headed down the street, his expression grew serious. "What did you tell the boy?" he inquired solemnly.

"As little as possible. He agreed not to tell anyone as long as nothing bad happens to me."

Jack nodded. "You should tell someone if something bad were to happen to you. I aim to make sure that doesn't happen. I don't want to be the one that hurts you, Sam. I want to be the one that protects you." His dark eyes were sincere as he glanced away from the road to look at her.

"You just don't have to protect me from my own family." she told him pointedly.

His teeth flashed in another grin. "Noted."

She decided to change the subject. "What are we going to see?"

"I'm not sure what's playing. We'll have to look at the listings when we get there."

"This is a well planned date," she said in amusement. "If they're closed when we get there, will you get out of the car, and act out the movie for me?"

Jack raised his brows, then chuckled. "Can I do it without pants?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure, but you have to leave your socks on. It will make it seem more dramatic when you cry during your climactic scenes."

"Jesus Christ," Jack breathed. "You don't expect much, do you?"

"You're pretty tough," she told him. "I think you can handle it."

Jack smiled before shaking his head.

***

The large marquee that posted the movie listings outside of the drive in came into view as Jack pulled up the street, and Sam sucked in a breath. "Oh my God!" she whispered.

Gazing at her in alarm, his dark eyes widened. "What?"

Sam bounced in her seat excitedly before turning to Jack. Her blue eyes were as big as saucers. "We have to go see that!" she announced.

Peering down through the windshield, Jack attempted to read the sign as he drove. There were six films listed, and the last one made him suddenly roll his eyes. Lowering his head to the steering wheel for a moment, he turned to look at her. His tongue tucked into his cheek while he fought the urge to smile. "You have got to be kidding me."

They were playing the new My Little Pony movie, and Sam bounced again as she pointed to the sign. "Purple ponies, Jack! Don't act like you're not excited."

His chest shook while he started to chuckle. "No. My favorite one is the pink one. I won't be disloyal."

Sam sighed regretfully. Her shoulders lifted then fell in disappointment as they entered the driveway that led into the theater. "Poor ponies. I would have gone to see you," she said morosely. 

"Maybe on your birthday," he replied sympathetically. 

When they reached the ticket shack, Jack rolled down the window, and handed the woman inside of it the entrance fee. She handed him back a yellow piece of paper that listed the movies, and the start times. Thanking her, he rolled the window back up, and handed the paper to Sam.

"You can pick," he told her.

"We pretty much only have two options with the start times," she said as her eyes roamed over the paper.

"What are they?"

"Jackass 3D and My Little Pony."

Jack sputtered then burst into laughter. His eyes closed, and his frame bent forward as it consumed him. He stepped on the break to slow the car, then collapsed onto the steering wheel as fits of it overtook him. 

"I personally vote for Jackass," she said beside him with a smirk.

He couldn't answer. He was too busy fighting for breath while his face turned red from laughing. When he finally calmed slightly, he lifted his head, then started laughing again.

"You're not going to pee are you?" Sam asked with a straight face. 

He shook his head as his face reddened further. His chest shook hard while he tried, and failed to get a grip on himself. "God has an interesting sense of humor," he panted once he finally leaned back.

"It's cute when you laugh," she told him.

He hummed in response then smiled at her. "Which screen is showing Jackass?"

Glancing down at the paper again, her brows knitted. "The fourth one."

Taking his foot off the break, Jack made a right turn, and followed the pathway until they reached the end of the lot. There were two rows of cars that already sat before the screen, and Jack pulled up behind one of them before turning off the engine. 

"I'll be right back. Stay here." Leaning over to quickly kiss her mouth, he turned, and got out of the car.

He wasn't gone for more than five minutes. When he returned, he handed her a bottle of soda, and set a large bucket of popcorn on his lap. When Sam attempted to reach for a handful, he jerked the bucket away from her so that it was just out of her reach. 

His eyebrows shot towards the ceiling, and he gaped at her in astonishment. "Are you trying to touch my popcorn?" he asked in disbelief.

Sam's lips twitched as he wrapped his arms around it, and shrunk lower into his seat. He took a piece out with his fingers, and slowly slipped it into his mouth while he looked at her.

"I didn't realize you liked it so much. Would you like to be alone with it?" she laughed.

"No. I want you to watch," he replied with a smirk. Grabbing a large fistful in his hand, he crammed it into his mouth until his cheeks bulged, then began to chew.

"That's attractive." she told him. 

Her brows knitted, and she stared at him as if he were deranged. The look she gave him did nothing to diminish his smug expression. Uncapping her soda, Sam took a drink from it before slowly screwing the top back on. Setting it down in the cup holder, she turned to look at him. 

"I think you're going to give me some of that popcorn," she informed him.

The left side of his face lifted in a smile while he continued to chew. "Oh yeah?"

Sam nodded. "Yep."

He swallowed hard then grinned. "What makes you think I'm going to do that?"

"I'm going to make you," she told him nonchalantly.

Jack's grin grew larger as he eyed her slight frame. "Bring it on, baby." he said with a chuckle.

Accepting the challenge, Sam turned, and lifted herself from her seat. Leaning towards him, she watched him laugh, then flinch as she neared. When she was close enough to reach him, she quickly slid her hand into the dark hair just below his ear. Tilting her head, she lowered her mouth to his neck, and opened her lips to kiss him there. It made his breath escape him in a startled gasp. 

She began to lightly suck on his warm skin while her tongue moved over it. Her fingers gently stroked along his scalp in a light caress, and then they dropped until her hand was between his legs. Grasping onto his shaft through the material of his jeans, she boldly squeezed him.

A soft groan escaped Jack, and his eyes drifted closed. His voice was uneven as he loosened his grip on the bucket. "You can have it all," he choked out. 

Slipping the popcorn into the empty seat that she had vacated, he wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his lap so that she was straddling him. Resting her hands upon his shoulders, Sam smiled softly as she gazed down at him.

For a moment he was completely entranced by the way that she was looking at him, and he couldn't help the hesitant smile that tilted his lips as his breath left him in shallow bursts. Lifting his fingers, Jack buried them in her dark hair before hungrily taking her mouth.

His tongue swiped past her lips, and the air left his nostrils harshly when hers reached out to meet it. Tightening his hold, his lips parted further to deepen the kiss until it intensified into a hot, wet, urgent meeting of their mouths.

Driven by need, a pleasure filled groan emerged from his throat, and his large hands swiftly dropped to her hips so that he could roughly pull her against his rapidly thickening arousal. Sam's fingers dug into the hard sinew of his shoulders in response, then she repeated the motion by grinding herself against him. 

The intensity of it made Jack's mouth slacken against hers as a strangled sound escaped him. When they finally separated, Sam's forehead dropped to his while she panted above him. "That was easy."

Jack grinned. "More like, I'm easy." He punctuated the statement by biting his lip, before thrusting his hips between her thighs. A light grunt escaped him at the contact, and Sam's lips parted at the sensation. 

Taking advantage, he leaned forward until his tongue was buried back inside of her mouth, and her spine was pressed against the steering wheel. Her shirt lifted easily in his hands, and he pushed it upwards until both of her large breasts were revealed to his view. Pressing his palm between them, he rubbed his hand against her skin. 

Sam's eyes immediately darted out the window as she tried to lower it. "Someone will see," she gasped. 

Jack was quick to stop her. "No one will see," he assured her heatedly. "Just me. I want to look at you." Slipping his fingers around both of her round breasts, he squeezed them in his hands while brushing his thumbs across her nipples. 

"You have the most beautiful tits," he breathed in amazement. "Every time that I look at them it makes me hard." Leaning forward, he latched onto one with his mouth to suck on the peak aggressively. He roughly pinched the other nipple between his fingers. 

A soft breath escaped Sam, and then she buried her fingers in his dark hair. Closing her eyes, she held onto him loosely while his tongue flicked over her. "Is there anything that doesn't make you hard?" Sam moaned.

Jack smiled against her. "A few things. None of which have anything to do with you." His teeth nipped at her lightly, and then he looked up at her. "It drove me crazy to be away from you today," he admitted.

"We were only apart for a couple of hours," she replied bemused.

Jack hunched his shoulders sheepishly. "I know. I'm becoming addicted to you. I like it better when you're with me." A disconcerted expression passed over his face before he quickly shook it off. "It's a new experience for me," he said as he gazed into her large blue eyes. "I've never wanted anyone the way that I want you."

Sam was held captive in that moment by the apparent vulnerability that flashed in his dark eyes. He was quick to hide it from her as he smiled. Sliding his fingers along her cheek, he pulled her to him so that he could press her lips open with his own.

His tongue swept into her mouth, and his strong arm encircled her frame so that he could pull her against his chest. She could feel the rough thump of his heartbeat. When her arms reached up to wrap around his neck, it's beat increased rapidly. 

"I want inside of you," he panted thickly against her mouth. "I want to bury myself in you, and stay there." His large palm pressed between her legs, and he began to rub her through the material of her jeans. When a small whimper escaped her mouth, Jack lost all ability to think clearly. 

In a surge of aggression, his teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, and he tugged on it roughly while a growl left his throat. When she mewled again, he released the delicate skin then pulled it between his lips to suck on it in a soothing gesture.

When he finally released the abused flesh, his dark eyes were inflamed. Lifting his large hand, he cupped the side of her face, and ran his thumb across her swollen lower lip in apology. Jack watched entranced as it distorted beneath his touch. When he lifted his heated gaze to meet her blue eyes he seemed to be utterly in control once more.

"Do you want me, Sam?" he asked her softly.

She felt incapable of drawing breath while he looked at her. The shift in him was subtle, but she immediately recognized the dark look in his eyes. It had filled her with intimidation every single time that she had seen it.

It intimidated her now, but she was slowly coming to understand what it meant. Parting her mouth, she finally drew in an unsteady breath before nodding her head slowly. 

Jack took the opportunity to press his thumb between her lips. Her blue eyes widened momentarily in surprise, and then she latched onto it when he pushed it further into her mouth. Driven by instinct, her tongue swirled against his skin, and then she began to lightly suck on his thumb. 

Jack bit down on his own lip while he watched her do it. His entire frame tensed, and a light grimace passed over his features while a soft grunt escaped his throat. 

"I love your mouth," he informed her tightly. He shifted beneath her before caressing the top of her thigh. "I used to obsess about being inside of it. It's all I thought about. I wanted to know what it felt like to have those soft lips wrapped around my cock."

Sam paused abruptly as he continued to stroke her leg. She watched as his dark gaze darted from her lips back to her eyes, and she hesitantly resumed sucking as she looked at him.

"You were mine from the moment I first saw you," he told her with certainty. "My hands, and mouth had already explored every inch of your hot little body before we even met. Did you know that, Sam?" he asked her thickly. 

"Sometimes I would fuck you slowly while looking into your beautiful eyes. Other times I was ruthless, and I would make you take it. No matter what I did, you loved it. You wanted it. You wanted me." Digging his fingers into the top of her thigh, Jack released his breath slowly. "Tell me you want me, Sam. I want to hear you say it."

Pulling his thumb from between her lips, Jack lightly brushed it across her mouth while he waited expectantly. For an endless moment they gazed at one another while Sam's breath caught, and held within her ribcage. When her lips finally parted, all that emerged was a light moan of distress.




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 08



"Please, baby," Jack whispered. "I don't want to be the monster that hides under your bed anymore. If you say the words then things will be different. I can be different."

His thumb gently moved across her cheek while he delved into the blue of her eyes. They almost seemed tortured as Jack looked into them apprehensively.

"What happens if I say it?" Sam wondered breathlessly.

A hint of a smile touched Jack's lips as he responded. "If you say it then I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to ram my cock inside of you until you beg me to stop. I won't be making you do it if you say the words. You'll be asking me to." His thumb passed over her mouth again, and he gently pulled at her lower lip before tracing the wet warmth inside.

Sam's shoulders lifted as a shudder cascaded down her frame. Swallowing with difficulty, her fingers eased their death grip where they were pressed into him. Her blue eyes lowered from his while her mind ran rampant, and then she lifted them to meet his heated gaze.

Her voice shook as it left her. "I want you, Jack," she whispered.

It was all he needed to hear. Lunging forward, he practically consumed her with his mouth. His large hands grasped onto the sides of her face to hold her to him while he devoured her. They were both gasping for breath when he abruptly pulled away. 

"We have to get in the backseat. I need to feel you. I can't wait," he panted.

Sam quickly lifted off of his lap at his urging, and slid between the seats. Her knees had barely touched the vinyl when she felt him behind her grasping onto her hips so that he could position her. In one fluid movement, he bent her so that she was on all fours then urgently slid her jeans down until they pooled around her thighs. 

She felt him draw closer so that his legs bracketed her own, and then he was grasping onto her tightly to steady her as he slammed his cock deep. A strangled sound of pleasure escaped him as he filled her. He was fully encased between her thighs, and he began roughly thrusting inside of her while she cried out beneath him. 

His teeth gritted, and his strokes became harder, and faster until he was almost violent as he took her. "Take all of me, Sam," he growled. "Beg me for my cum." When she responded with a harsh moan, Jack slapped her bottom sharply. "I said beg me," he ordered. 

His fingers reached out to grasp a handful of her dark hair, and he pulled her head to the side so that he could see her face. "You feel so fucking good, baby," he gritted out. "So hot, and tight." His thick shaft plowed into her relentlessly as he uttered the words. 

"Can you feel how hard I am? How much I want you? I need you to be a good girl, and beg for it. You're so wet. So fucking hot, and wet. I can feel how much you love this. You fucking love having my cock inside of you."

With an urgent tug on her hair, he slammed into her bottom with all his strength. It caused a harsh, animalistic grunt to escape his throat while Sam cried out again in reaction. 

After a beat, he pulled out until only the head remained within her, then he catapulted forward until his hips punched against her cheeks again. The power behind the movement would have sent her flying forward if he hadn't been holding her in place. 

"Please, Jack," Sam sobbed.

His thrusts became rhythmic once more as he responded. "Please what?" he growled. "Please fuck you harder?"

Biting her lip, Sam closed her eyes, and pushed her bottom back to meet his hips. "Please fill me with cum."

A low groan escaped Jack. "Say it again," he croaked.

His entire body tensed when she repeated the words, and his fingers dug into her hips. She moaned it again, and again. "Please," she cried out. "I need it. I need it, Jack. I need your cock. I need you to cum inside of me!"

His engorged cock head began to spurt where it was buried deep inside of her slit. The entire length of his shaft throbbed, and pulsated before eagerly lifting, and then he exploded. A harsh sound of pleasure erupted from his throat while he shot all that he had against her cervix. 

It seemed to go on forever while he steadily pounded between her thighs. When he finished depositing every drop of cum he had into the pit of her womb, he collapsed on top of her, and dropped his head to the middle of her spine while he tried to catch his breath.

"I love it when you beg me," he panted. "It makes me crazy." 

Parting his lips, he pressed his hot mouth to the center of her back, and let his tongue slide against her skin as he kissed her there. Pulling out of her, he urged her to turn over then crawled on top of her so that his weight was pressing her into the seat. Once she was beneath him, he buried his face against her neck.

"I need you, Sam," he moaned in agony. "I need you more than I've ever needed anything."

A soft sound escaped her throat, then she lifted her fingers to trail them through his dark hair. When he finally lifted his head to look down at her, his dark eyes roved over her face before he finally met her gaze. "I want you to come live with me," he stated quietly.

Sam's eyes widened incredulously. "Have you completely lost your mind?" she breathed.

For some unknown reason her words made him smile. "Possibly," he replied. "I don't want to take you home. I want you with me."

Taking a deep breath, Sam let it out slowly. "Jack, I can't live with you."

Her answer made him frown. "Why not? I can take care of you. You wouldn't be unhappy."

A small laugh escaped her as she looked at his face. He was serious. "I'm still in high school," she pointed out. 

"You can still go to school if you live with me," he replied.

"We barely know each other," she said next.

He shrugged. "What better way for us to do that? You'll get to know me really fast if we live together."

"My parents will have you arrested," she snapped sharply. He needed to see reason.

His mouth pinched at that disclosure. "You're mine," he growled petulantly.

A deep sigh left Sam's chest. "What happened to giving me some time?" she wondered.

Jack rolled his eyes. Lowering his head until their foreheads lightly touched, he pressed his hands into the vinyl on either side of her then thrust his body against hers in a slow, forceful way. The deliberate action made Sam gasp in surprise as fire shot through her lower extremities. 

"What's there to figure out?" he panted before lunging into her again. "You want me. I can feel it in every tremble of your body. Every soft little cry that leaves your mouth. I can feel it every time that I fill you."

"That's not the issue," she reminded him in a daze.

"Then what is?" he asked before grinding himself into her again.

"I need to figure out all of the other stuff, and how I feel about it."

Lifting his head, Jack frowned. "I told you that I wouldn't hurt you. What else is there?"

Sam bit her lip before looking away. "Can we talk about this later?" she pleaded.

"No," Jack said sullenly. "I want to talk about it now." Pressing his hand to the side of her face, he turned her cheek so that she was forced to look at him again. "What is it?" When she continued to bite her lip instead of responding, his frown grew darker. "Come on, Sam. Talk to me."

He wasn't going to relent, and with a feeling of impending doom, a shuddering breath escaped her. "You were really scary," she whispered.

His entire body stilled, and his eyes widened. An expression that appeared to be guilt washed over his features. "I know. I know I was. If I keep telling you that I'm sorry for what I did, are you ever going to forgive me?" His dark eyes became tortured as he looked down at her.

"It's not just that," Sam admitted. "Today in the park with Clark, there was a moment when I wasn't sure what you were capable of. I had no idea what you were going to do, and it frightened me. Is it always going to be like that?"

"I didn't hurt him," Jack said softly in his defense.

"You wanted to though," she pointed out. "You could have."

He didn't deny it. Pressing his lips tightly together he gave a curt nod. "He was touching you. I don't want anyone touching you. I controlled myself."

"That's what scares me," Sam told him. "Never knowing what is going to set you off, or why. I feel like I'm living in perpetual suspense every time that we're together."

Pushing himself into a kneeling position, Jack ran a hand through his dark hair in aggravation. "I'm not a monster, Sam. There's just certain things that I won't put up with. Other men putting their hands all over my woman has always been one of those things. I don't like it. I don't think I'm abnormal for feeling that way."

Lifting herself up so that her weight rested on her hands, Sam shook her head. "If it was inappropriate touching then I would understand better. You seem like you would get upset if someone shook my hand, Jack. Don't you think that's going a little overboard?"

The petulant twist had returned to his lips. "Maybe," he groused. "I'm territorial. Sometimes it's hard to control it. I can try harder though." When she nodded in acceptance he lifted a brow. "Was there something else, or was that it?"

"Our age difference?" she said with a wince.

His scowl returned. "That's not something I can change."

"I know," she replied softly. "It's just that no one would understand. We're always going to have to hide. Aren't you afraid of what people will say? What our families would say?"

He didn't hesitate. "No." Pausing, he tilted his head before gazing back at her. "Alright, a little. It's not enough to make me let you go. This is what I want. It's worth it to me."

Sam felt extremely confused, and overwhelmed. "Why is it worth it?" she wondered. "Why am I worth taking such a huge risk?"

The question seemed to anger him. "Why are you asking me that? I already told you the answer. Yet, you keep asking me like I haven't." Looking away from her he gazed out the windshield. 

"Why do you want me, Sam? After everything I've done, why would you want me?" When he turned back to her, his dark eyes were volatile. "You have every reason in the world to hate me, but instead of screaming when I touch you, you moan. Instead of running away from me when I reach for you, you smile. Why?"

He had completely turned the tables on her, and it made her uncomfortable. She wasn't ready to reveal anything. Not yet. She still had so much to figure out on her own. Tilting her head back to avoid his eyes, she peered up at the roof of the car. "I told you before. I'm getting used to you."

A small laugh escaped Jack's lips. "That is such bullshit, and you know it."

Leaning forward, he grasped her chin in his hold, and pulled her head down so that she was forced to look at him. When her startled blue eyes met his he quickly swooped down, and captured her lips with his own. They immediately parted beneath his touch, and Jack swept inside to invade her mouth. When he pulled back there was a knowing look in his eye.

"You let me do that because you're used to it?" he inquired snidely.

Before she could respond, he slipped his large hand between her parted thighs, and pushed his fingers inside of her. Thrusting them deep, a soft, strangled sound emerged from her throat. "Are you used to this?" he asked in a guttural tone.

Jerking them from side to side, he watched her face contort with pleasure as he moved them around. "Now that you're so used to it does that mean you're going to let any man who wants you have this?"

Sam knew that his actions stemmed from anger, but she couldn't seem to help the small moan that emerged from her lips. "No," she gasped. "I wouldn't do that."

"Why not?" he demanded. "You're USED to it." His fingers pushed deeper, and his rhythm grew faster as he moved his fingers from side to side. "Why can't everyone have a turn, Sam?" Lifting his thumb, he brushed it against her swollen clit.

The unexpected stimulation made Sam cry out as she tensed beneath him. Her fingers rose to dig into the hard curve of his shoulder while her eyes drifted closed, and her lower lip slid between her teeth.

"Because," she moaned.

"Because why?" Jack demanded harshly.

When his thumb began furiously rubbing against her sensitive nub, she felt herself begin to unravel. "Because they're not you!" she cried out.

"Damn fucking right they're not," he growled. 

He took her mouth savagely then, and buried his tongue between her lips. When her other hand reached up to wrap around his neck, Jack collapsed on top of her, and between the two of them they managed to work her jeans all of the way off until they were pooled on the floor between the seats. 

Once they were removed, Sam quickly spread her legs to cradle his hips then lifted her fingers to his dark hair while his tongue devoured her. When his fingers slipped between them to guide his swollen shaft to her opening, Sam welcomed him eagerly by lifting her hips. His entire length slid deep into the pit of her, and with a pleasure filled groan he began to fuck her with hard strokes.

"You are mine," he panted against her mouth. "Anyone who tries to take what's mine is going to wish they had never been born."

"Yours," Sam moaned in agreement. "Oh God. Please, Jack."

Her thighs were trembling by the time she found release. Pressing her heels into the vinyl of the seat, she clutched onto him as it over took her body. Each wave hit her harder than the last as he pounded into her while her insides clutched, and spasmed around him. 

Her entire frame bowed from the intensity of it, and then his teeth sunk into the soft skin of her neck as he poured himself into her. A growl of fulfillment came muffled from his throat, and then he wilted on top of her. When it was over, neither moved while they attempted to catch their breath.

"A guy could get used to that," he uttered between gasps.

"Very... funny."

He chuckled softly, then lifted his hand to cradle the top of her head before squeezing her to him with his body. "Do you know what I want more than anything else in the world right now?" Jack inquired softly.

Sam gave it a moments thought, then swiftly rolled her eyes. "A cigarette," she responded flatly.

Her response made Jack chuckle again. "See, baby? You already know me so well," he replied in amusement. Lunging to his knees, he peered down at her with a grin. "You had better get dressed before some nosey passerby figures out what we've been doing." Peering out the window, he swiftly closed his jeans, and smirked. "If they haven't already."

"Good idea," she agreed. "We came here to see a movie, not to be the stars of one."

Jack's grin widened as he looked at her. "Would you ever let me do that?" he wondered.

Her blue eyes became quizzical as she looked up at him. "Let you do what?"

"Tape you. I think it would be hot, and it would give me something to watch when I'm suffering in your absence."

Sam snorted at that statement. "How much suffering could you possibly be experiencing? We've been going at it like bunnies."

"I'm in a big, warm bed all by myself at night. I would suffer a lot less if you were in it with me," he persisted.

Shaking her head, Sam returned his smirk. "Well, it looks like you're going to have to suffer, Jack."

With a deep sigh, his shoulders sagged. "Story of my life."



The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 09



She was in fifth period history when her cell phone vibrated against her leg. Pulling it from her pocket, she discreetly looked at the face of it while her teacher turned to face the chalkboard.

"Work sucks." - J.

Sam cocked an eyebrow in amusement. Lifting her head, she checked to make sure that she wasn't being observed before typing out a reply.

"I didn't think you had a job. You seem to have an awful lot of free time on your hands. What do you do?" - S.

A moment passed, and then her phone vibrated again.

"I beat unruly children. How's school?" - J.

Rolling her eyes at his response, Sam thought for a moment, then smirked.

"Awful. I'm unruly so they're beating me. You sure are evasive with questions. No last name. No job description. Aren't you the man that wanted us to live together?" - S.

When it vibrated again, Sam had to wait before she could look at the message because her teacher chose that exact moment to peer in her direction. When she glanced away, Sam looked down at the phone.

"I hope you're kidding. No one gets to beat you except me. It's my favorite after school activity. I have a last name. It could be yours someday." - J.

Sam's mouth parted as she gazed down at the tiny screen. Was he proposing? Of all the crazy things he had said and done so far, this was definitely the craziest. How was she supposed to respond to that? It was such an insane notion that it didn't even justify a response. With a shake of her head, she let out a sigh.

"I'm not sure that Samantha Ass has a good ring to it." - S.

She expected a quick response, and he didn't disappoint her.

"It definitely has a good look, and feel to it, brat. I'm going to pick you up today. Watch for me." - J.

With another sigh, she placed the phone back into her pocket, and returned to her reading. It wasn't easy to concentrate on the words in front of her. She had too much on her mind. So much had happened in the space of just a few days. She felt completely overwhelmed.

She was beginning to believe that she was just as crazy as he was. Any rational person would never have allowed any of this to happen. A sane person would have went to the police after that first day he had abducted her. So, why hadn't she done that?

Fear was the first thing that came to her mind. Only, she wasn't afraid anymore. Not really. So, why was she still doing this? She was practically dating the person who had terrorized, and raped her. Didn't that make her sanity as questionable as his?

He was slowly, but surely lulling her into a sense of comfortability. She was beginning to see all of this as normal. That couldn't be healthy. Could it?

He had dragged her into his life in the most brutal way possible without any hesitation, or forethought to how it would effect her. The remorse he had shown didn't seem to stem from any real regret of his actions. He wasn't sorry that he had done it. He was only sorry that it had upset her. It made Sam wonder if he really knew the difference between right and wrong.

As pleasant as he was becoming, she sensed that the brutality that he was capable of would always lie just beneath the surface. Hidden from view until the moment came when she truly angered him. What could she expect then when that monster was unleashed? 

She could never really be sure until that moment came. If his sudden change in behavior was an act, and she stayed with him, she could be opening herself up to a life of pain she wasn't sure that she could handle. She had to know the truth.

She spent the remainder of the day warring with herself on what to do about it. The idea formulated in her mind during the last hour of school, and stayed with her until the bell finally rang. She knew what it was that she wanted to do. She just wasn't sure how safe it was. 

If it turned out that she was right, and that Jack was keeping himself restrained, he could do any number of things to her if she followed through with her plan. Did she really want to face that?

It was the only way she would get an answer to the question that seemed to loom over her constantly. She had to test him. God help her if he failed that test. It was probably the dumbest thing she would ever do in her life, but she had to know.

***

She spotted his car the moment that she walked out the doors of school. He had parked across the street, and his Dodge sat directly behind a large, yellow school bus. Jack was getting braver. Apprehension coursed through Sam's body as she began to second guess herself.

Things were going so well between them. Did she really want to destroy that? Did she really want to push the monster into returning? Wasn't it better to just accept the peaceful way things were rather than to corner him into getting an answer to a question that might never arise?

Biting her lip, she made her way across the courtyard until she reached the side of the car. When she got inside, Jack was smoking as usual, and he turned his dark head to grin at her. "Hello, brat," he said in greeting.

Sam smiled in return. "You pick me up everyday. Don't you think it's about time that you start calling me Miss Daisy?"

With his cigarette dangling from his lips, he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Do I still have to call you that if you're riding in the trunk?"

When her eyes widened, it made him chuckle, and then he shook his head. Reaching for the gear shift, he pulled the Dodge out of park, and slowly pulled away from the curb."Did you learn anything new, and spectacular today?" he wondered as he drove down the street.

Sam's brows crinkled while she gave it some thought. "Just the usual. We learned about feminism, corporal punishment, and how to say no to drugs."

His lips twitched as he turned to look at her. "Sounds fascinating." 

She nodded in agreement. "It was. Where are we going today?"

Pulling the cigarette from his mouth, he reached to scratch his temple. "Well, I figure I've broken you in enough so that you'll behave when the white slave traders get their hands on you. We're going to the docks."

Sam pursed her lips while she contemplated her options. "Should I jump out of the car now, or wait until we reach a red light?"

The sudden click of the doors locking in place sounded in the small space of the car, and Jack attempted to fight a grin while staring straight ahead.

"Very funny," Sam responded sourly.

His grin grew wider. "I want to show you where I live," he finally answered. "I'm taking you home."

Sam snorted in response. "I've never seen what it looks like under a bridge. If there's homeless people should I refer to them as your roommate so as not to offend?"

Tucking his tongue into his cheek, Jack turned his head, and raised his brow once more. "You certainly are mouthy today," he observed as his dark gaze passed over her.

With little remorse, Sam shrugged before shifting her frame to peer out the window. The passing scenery did little to quell her inner turmoil, and for the hundredth time she questioned the wisdom in testing their tenuous relationship. 

"Have you thought about what we talked about?" he wondered.

Turning back towards him, Sam met his intent gaze, and then she frowned. "A little," she replied evasively. "All of this has happened pretty fast."

"It has," he agreed with a nod. "I don't want you to think that I'm pressuring you about this. I was just wondering if you had actually given it any thought. Despite the obstacles we would face, I really do believe that you would be happy with me, Sam."

Tilting her head in acknowledgment, Sam resumed watching the passing scenery as the car moved down the road. Sensing her strange mood, Jack leaned forward, and pushed a button on the cd player so that music began filling the car.

***

The trip took less than fifteen minutes. When Jack pulled the Dodge down the side street of a residential block that Sam was completely unfamiliar with, her blue eyes widened at the grandeur of the houses that they passed. 

Instead of continuing on as she expected, he slowed the car in the center of the block, and proceeded to pull into a long driveway. It led towards an impressively large two story house that sat on top of a grassy embankment. The car finally slowed to a halt before Jack turned off the engine, and Sam turned to gape at him from where she sat.

"You live here?" she asked with disbelief.

Jack's dark eyes widened dramatically, and then he swiftly shook his head. "Not yet. We have to smoke them out. You create a distraction. I'll head round back to start a fire." Holding up his lighter, Jack flicked it several times in front of her while concentrating on it hard.

When she reached out to smack his hand away from her, Jack's teeth flashed in a grin, and then he chuckled. "Yes, I live here. Why do you look so surprised?"

Sam's eyes darted towards the large house as a small frown furrowed her brow. "It's just not what I expected," she hesitantly replied.

Jack smirked. "What did you expect?"

Sam shrugged. "I'm not sure."

Shaking his head, Jack sighed. "If you had known me ten years ago you wouldn't be quite so surprised. I used to live above a bar."

Sam nodded to signal that she understood. "Ten years ago I was eight."

With a roll of his eyes, Jack reached for the handle to get out of the car. "Come on, brat. You can drive me crazy with your mouth once we're inside."

Her lips twitched in response. "Does that mean I get to be in charge this time?"

Pausing with his foot resting on the asphalt of the driveway, Jack turned his dark head to grin at her in surprise. "If you want," he chuckled. 

Leaning his large frame across the short space between them, he slipped his fingers into her hair until he was grasping onto the back of her neck, then pulled her towards his mouth. When he lifted his head, his dark eyes were heated. "Get out of the car, you little trouble maker. We're done with the backseat. I want you in my bed."

Sam's mouth parted when she observed the carnal promise that lurked within his tempestuous gaze, but he quickly turned away from her in order to disembark from the car, and she swiftly recovered. 

When her own door stayed firmly in place after several yanks on the handle, Sam let out an aggravated growl before folding her arms across her chest. 

It only took a moment for Jack to notice that she was trapped, but when he did his grin returned as he rounded the car in order to let her out. Unlocking the door with his key, he opened it, and stood with his lips pressed firmly together in an attempt to contain his laughter.

The glare she shot in his direction once she stood beside him only served to amuse him further. "At least you didn't have to ride in the trunk," he informed her lightly.

Rolling her blue eyes in vexation, Sam turned away from him, and stormed across the lawn. Jack chuckled as he watched her trudge off. His eyes immediately latched onto the roundness of her bottom, and lingered there until he finally shook himself . Clearing his throat, he followed after her.

When they reached the porch they walked up the steps side by side. Jack reached the door first, and made quick work of unlocking it. Pushing it open, he stood in the doorway for a moment as his eyes raked over her.

"Try to keep an open mind," he stated briefly. Then he slipped inside to hold the door open. Sam's face filled with perplexity, and then she stepped across the threshold. The sight that met her eyes made them instantly widen. 

The interior was like nothing she had ever seen before. The size alone of the spacious room she stepped into had her reeling. The ceiling stood fifteen feet high, and the floor was a beautiful dark birch wood that held several large, extravagant carpets. Placed on top of each was an array of plush white couches, love seats, and chairs that all seemed to be directed towards a massive stone fireplace that dominated one side of the room.

The beauty of the carefully arranged setting was only enhanced further by the other pieces of furniture in the room. On the opposite wall, a pair of mahogany bookcases bracketed a gigantic aquarium. At least three dozen tropical fish darted through the viridian water as her gaze passed over it.

A tall curio cabinet with elaborate stain glass doors sat in the corner, and not more than two feet from it was a baby grand piano with matching mahogany finish. Several artfully placed ficus trees brought lush color into the room, and at the center of it all was an iron wrought chandelier that hung from the ceiling. The splendor that surrounded her didn't hold a candle to where her eyes became riveted next. 

Turning to Jack, Sam was awestruck. "You have a swimming pool in your living room," she stated in amazement.

Her expression made Jack smile. "It's not in the living room. It's in the sun room."

The furthest wall was made entirely out of glass, and in the center of it were two large doors that led into a beautifully lit room that held the fairly large pool. Sam couldn't seem to look away from it as she frowned.

"Did you want to go for a swim?" Jack inquired. "You don't need a bathing suit." The lecherous look he gave her after that statement immediately brought heat to Sam's cheeks, and she swiftly looked away as her eyes darted about the room again.

"Are you in the mafia?" she asked in astonishment.

Jack's brows crinkled in amusement as he peered down at her. "Does Vermont even have a mafia?"

"I don't know," Sam replied with a shrug. "How else could you afford to live in a place like this?"

Jack sighed. "I'm gainfully employed, brat. I own my own business."

"What kind of business?" Sam wondered skeptically.

Jack bit his lip as he looked into her blue eyes. She was patiently waiting for a response, and his dark gaze roamed over her face for a moment before he looked away. 

"One that's lucrative," he finally replied. "Come on. Lets go upstairs, and find some towels. That swim is sounding better and better the more I think about it."

Reaching for her hand, Jack engulfed it within his own before pulling her through the house. When they reached the end of the living room, he veered left into a dining area before turning to ascend a long, carpeted staircase. Sam barely had time to take in the lavish decor of the new room before she found herself almost stumbling to keep up with him.

"You're not a drug dealer, are you?" she inquired breathlessly.

Pausing once he reached the top of the landing, Jack turned to her, and scowled. "No. I am not a drug dealer. I've never robbed a bank, and before you ask next, I have never indulged in grand theft auto," he sharply retorted.

It was a reprimand, and Sam's cheeks bloomed with color once again before she lowered her gaze. His fingers reached out to lift her chin so that she was forced to look at him.

"Why do you always think the worst of me?" he softly wondered.

Before she could think of a response, he released her in order to continue down the hallway. Biting her lip, she hesitantly trailed after him until he reached a doorway. Turning the handle, he stepped inside, and Sam followed in his wake as he entered the room. 

His long strides carried him quickly to the side of a tall, rustic bureau, and while Sam looked on curiously, he pulled open the second drawer, and began rummaging around inside of it.

"I don't always think the worst," she mumbled quietly from the doorway. 

Her blue eyes roamed about the sparsely furnished room before settling on the massive bed that was placed in the center. It looked expensive. "I'm just never sure what to expect when I'm with you. Any time I ask you anything to better figure out who you are, it seems like you change the subject."

Closing the drawer in front of him, Jack opened the one beneath it, and quickly spotted what he was looking for. Pulling the package from the drawer, he set it on top of the dresser, then reached to pull his shirt over his head. Once it was off, he absently dropped it to the floor, and picked up the package before turning to face her.

When their eyes met his gaze was full of consternation. "You do think the worst. I understand why it is that you always do that. I just don't want that to be the way that you see me anymore." 

Stepping towards the bed, he sat down on the end of it, and leaned forward so that his elbows rested on his thighs. His head lowered so that he could rake his fingers through his dark hair, but then he lifted it to look at her directly.

"I am not perfect," he said with a frown. "I'm going to make mistakes. If you're going to give me a chance then you can't always assume that I'm only capable of bad things. It's setting me up for failure."

He paused, and then a long sigh escaped him. "I want you, Sam. I also want this to work. In order for that to happen you have to at least give me the benefit of the doubt. You're never going to feel safe with me otherwise, and I need you to feel safe."

It was as if he could hear her internal struggle. The fact that he was acknowledging her worst fears while trying to put her at ease about them made Sam feel extremely torn. It was a simple matter to say the words, but what type of situations would she have to face if he lost his newly found sense of self control? 

She couldn't just go through the motions until that fatalistic eruption came. She had to know what the experience was like first hand, and the sooner the better. There wasn't any other possible way to make a sound decision.

Fidgeting awkwardly where she stood, Sam's eyes drifted to the carpeted floor beneath her feet. Part of her wanted to reassure him, but there was another part of her that was still afraid. There was so much that felt unknown to her. So many aspects to their relationship that had yet to be explored. She wasn't sure what to say, or do in that moment as he waited for her to respond.

"I'll try harder to give you the benefit of the doubt," she finally replied faintly.

Jack's shoulders deflated as he released his pent up breath. "Good." Holding a hand out to her, his dark gaze became beseeching. "Come here."

Stepping across the room, Sam approached him where he sat upon the bed. When she placed her hand within his, he gently pulled her closer until she was standing between his knees. 

Releasing her fingers, he gripped onto her hips with both of his hands, and unceremoniously dropped his head so that it rested against the middle of her abdomen. Sam's mouth parted in surprise when a low, agonized groan escaped him.

Her fingers lifted to sift through his thick hair, and his hands tightened where they held her in response. When he tilted his head back, his expression was pained. "I don't want to lose you."

Sam found it difficult to draw breath as she peered down at him. She felt completely at a loss while her blue eyes endlessly searched his fathomless gaze. "You won't," she reassured him softly. "I'm not going anywhere. There's a pool downstairs," she said with a grin.

Her words quickly brought the smile back to his face, and he leaned back in order to pick up the package that rested beside his hip. Holding it up between them, he offered it to her. "You're going to need these then," he said as his eyes lit up.

Taking the package from his hand, Sam peered down at it curiously. "What is it?"

Instead of responding, he patiently waited for her to inspect it further. Flipping it over, she read the title on the front, and frowned.

"They're floaties," Jack informed her with a chuckle. "You have to wear them in the pool so that you don't drown."

With a shake of her head, Sam lifted her hand to pinch the bridge between her eyes.

Jack's frame shook as he reached for her hips once more."I promised to keep you safe. I'm just keeping my word." When Sam lowered her hand in order to narrow her blue eyes at him, he could barely contain his mirth. "They're purple, baby. You love purple."




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 09



"I can swim," she informed him sourly. Lifting the package, she smacked him on the shoulder with it before tossing it back onto the bed.

Jack grinned before urging her closer. "I bet it would be really sexy if you put them on," he encouraged. "I can be the lifeguard. I think I have a whistle around here somewhere."

"Is it a rape whistle?" Sam innocently wondered. "I think I might need it more than you."

Grasping her around the waist, Jack fell back onto the bed, and pulled her with him. "I don't think you're going to need that," he chuckled once she was lying on top of him.

Sam's frown returned as he brushed the hair back from her face. "Getting a little over confident, aren't we?" she inquired.

His grin was still in place as he clasped her face within his large hands. "Not really. I just think it's going to get in the way when I'm teaching you how to doggy paddle."

Lifting his head, he brought their mouths together, but he couldn't hold the contact as he continued to chuckle. "You'll look so cute," he gasped between bouts of laughter. "We can take pictures."

Emitting a growl of aggravation, Sam lifted her small fist, and whacked him on the chest. It made a sharp bark of laughter escape him, and then he rolled them so that his weight rested on top of hers. Pressing her lips wide with his own, Jack's tongue hungrily swooped inside. His laughter immediately came to a halt as a harsh groan emerged from his throat.

Parting her legs, Sam bent her knees. It created a cradle for his hips, and Jack quickly took advantage by thrusting himself between her thighs. The sudden rough stimulation made her cry out into his mouth which incited him to repeat the motion harder. They were both panting by the time he finally lifted his head. 

His dark eyes leisurely roamed over her face before returning to her gaze. "I've wanted you in this bed for longer than I can remember," he breathed. "Now that I have you here I'm going to be hard pressed to ever let you out of it again."

Sam's brows lifted as she peered up at him. "What are you going to do? Tie me to it?"

Jack's lips instantly tilted into a smirk as his gaze grew heated. "It wouldn't be the first time, smart mouth. I've imagined doing things to you that would probably shock you if you knew about them. Tying you up was probably one of the tamer things I've pictured."

Her blue eyes widened, and her soft mouth parted at his response. "What else did you picture?" 

Biting his lip, Jack slowly shook his head. "I've already irreparably destroyed your innocence. Lets not add fuel to the fire." Lowering his head, his lips gently brushed against hers. "If you knew the depths of my depravity it might frighten you off, and that's the last thing in the world that I want right now." 

Sam frowned. "That doesn't sound very promising. Were you hurting me?"

Jack's lips perceptibly tightened. "No, baby," he replied in aggravation. "I thought you said that you would stop thinking the worst?"

Properly chastened, Sam instantly felt contrite. "I'm sorry. I guess I wasn't sure what you meant by that."

His brows furrowed for a moment, but then his expression cleared. "I don't want you to feel overwhelmed. I'm very aware that all of these experiences are new to you. Too much at once can be a little intimidating. After everything that happened, and everything that I did, I thought we could try taking things a little slower."

Slow was bad. Slow meant that he could easily hide things from her. If she was going to embrace all of this then she needed to know what it was that she was getting herself into. How was she ever going to accomplish that if things progressed at a snail's pace? She couldn't allow that to happen.

"Slow doesn't sound very exciting," she lamented. "Maybe you could just tell me one thing? I won't have to wonder what kind of depraved things you have in store for me then."

His dark eyes burned as he peered down at her. For an endless moment he said nothing as he contemplated the request, and then his expression became guarded. Turning his head, he staunchly avoided her gaze. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," he said in a clipped tone.

"Why not?" Sam wondered with disappointment.

Turning back to her, he lifted a brow. "Because if I tell you then I'm going to want to do it."

"Oh." Why was that thought so stimulating? Sam's curiosity quickly grew. "If you tell me, then there's a chance that I might want to do it too," she encouraged.

A low sound escaped Jack's throat, and then his forehead dropped to her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head, and looked down at her in exasperation. Sam was beginning to wonder if he would respond at all when his voice came out gruff, and slow. "In my mind, when we're together, you are mine. Completely."

He seemed to become lost in thought for a moment. "I say things to you. Dark things. I also make you say things to me. I dominate you in every sense of the word, and you obey me. It's very intense."

Sam's breath caught, and held. What he described sounded positively primal. Only, he wasn't wrong. There was a part of her that felt extremely intimidated by the idea. She had been dominated by Jack before. What would the experience be like if he were to fully let loose?

"Show me," Sam whispered. "Show me what you do. I'll be good. I promise to obey you."

His dark eyes widened fractionally, and his mouth parted, but all that came out was a rough exclamation of breath. For a moment he looked stunned, but then he scowled. "It's too soon. You're not ready," he bit out.

"When has that ever stopped you before?" Sam bravely wondered.

His scowl darkened at her response, but then his lips twitched. "Good point." His head lowered so that he could press his mouth to hers, and then he pushed away from the bed in order to pull himself to his knees.

"Up," he commanded.

Grasping onto her hands, he tugged on them until she was sitting before him. When they were face to face, his lips tilted upward, and then he leaned in to lightly kiss her mouth again. Pulling back, he eyed her in speculation. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he smoothly inquired.

Sam took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. Her blue eyes were wary as she met his gaze, but then she steeled her resolve. Giving a small nod, she waited for his next move.

Her nervousness was apparent, and it made Jack's smile widen. Lifting his fingers, he lightly brushed them against her cheek. "I'm going to make you mine. Completely. I'm not going to hurt you. So, don't be afraid. Are you ready, Samantha?"

The sound of her name on his lips suddenly made her hesitate. He had never used her full name before, and he had never said it in quite that way. His voice was filled with sensual longing, and something darker. Something slightly sinister that instantly made every hair on her body stand on end.

Cupping her face, his thumb gently pressed against her lower lip, distorting it's shape. When he tugged at the soft skin, her mouth parted, and a ragged breath escaped her. She hadn't even realized that she had been holding it. The sound made Jack's eyes burn a little brighter.

"I want you to get up, and stand on the bed," he instructed her. "Kick your shoes off. Then hold onto me, and I'll help you."

He sounded like a drill sergeant. Adhering to his wishes, Sam quickly did as he bade, then placed her hands upon his shoulders. A startled gasp left her lips when he swiftly grasped onto her sides to haul her to her feet.

Her legs were unsteady beneath her, and it took a moment for her to find a stance that didn't make her feel as if though she would go tumbling to the floor. When she found her bearings, she straightened, and met Jack's strangely intense eyes. 

"Good girl," he briskly praised. "Now, take your clothes off."

Sam's eyes widened at the request. Her expression instantly caused Jack's visage to darken. "Don't think about it. Just do it."

Sam bit her lip while fighting the desire to salute him. His tone was unbelievably clipped, and formal. All of the warmth that he had displayed just moments before had thoroughly evaporated. 

Crossing her arms, she grasped the hem of her shirt within her fingers, and began lifting it. Jack's fingers reached out to stay her hands. When she paused to look at him in question, he shook his head. "Do it slowly. I want to look at you."

Taking this in, Sam tempered her movements in an attempt to heed his demand. The cloth drifted up her torso at a leisurely pace until her lace covered breasts came into view, and then she carefully pulled the shirt over her head to remove it. Once it was off, she held out her hand, and released it so that it fell to the floor beside the bed. Her fingers shook when she reached for the button of her jeans. 

Popping it open, she dragged the zipper down in a deliberately unhurried fashion. Jack's dark gaze intently followed it's descent, and then he reached out to assist her in pulling the denim down her shapely hips. 

The material cascaded down her legs with the help of his strong fingers, and then she grasped onto his broad shoulders so that she could gingerly step out of them. Tossing her jeans over the side of the bed, Jack placed his hands on the top of his thighs, and tilted his head back. 

She stood before him now in just her bra, and panties, and his heated gaze swept over her appreciatively before he nodded his head to signify that she should continue. 

Lifting her fingers high against her back, Sam reached for the clasp of the bra, and unhooked it. Both lace cups dipped away from her round flesh as the straps slipped down. Her arm quickly rose to cover herself as the cloth fell away from her. The sudden display of modesty brought a smile to Jack's lips, and then he shook his head again.

"Don't hide from me," he softly admonished. 

Reaching for her wrist, he gently pulled her arm away from her body so that it rested against her side. She was now completely bared to him, and Jack's gaze quickly became inflamed as his eyes devoured her. Sam's breath quickened as her soft, pink nipples tightened in response.

"So utterly fucking beautiful," he breathed. Raising his fingers, he trailed them down her stomach, past her navel, and over the thin cotton that covered her. "I will never get tired of looking at you," he stated thickly.

His touch was feather light, a fleeting whisper of sensation, but Sam reacted by sucking in a sharp breath. It was as if he were leaving a trail of fire across her smooth skin everywhere that he caressed her.

"Do you like it when I touch you, Sam?" he roughly inquired.

Her heart thumped erratically as she nodded. She felt trapped within his ardent gaze, and couldn't break away.

His jaw hardened as his scowl returned. "I asked you a question. Answer me," he snapped.

Swallowing with difficulty, Sam's tongue came out to wet her lips. "Yes. I like it when you touch me, Jack."

"Good girl," he softly praised.

Her legs felt weak beneath her. She began to tremble as he continued to lightly stroke her. Fighting the desire to reach for him in order to steady herself, she nearly sighed in relief when his strong fingers wrapped around the tops of her thighs. 

Peering up at her, Jack's expression became volatile. The mixture of unfettered lust and possessiveness turning his handsome visage into something that appeared brutal and unforgiving. His thumbs lightly brushed against her, and then his grip tightened so that his fingers dug into her skin.

"You belong to me, Sam," he rasped. "You are mine. Mine, and mine alone. Say it."

Sam fought the instinctual desire to flinch away from his withering stare. "I'm yours," she gasped. "I belong to you, Jack."

His hold immediately gentled at her words. Slipping his fingers to the back of her thighs, he lightly ran his hands up and down their length. His dark eyes glinted as he looked into her large, blue eyes. "Tell me where you want me to touch you, Sam," he softly demanded.

The question momentarily sent her off balance, and her mouth parted repeatedly as she scrambled for a response. There was nothing that came to mind that wouldn't make her blush. She had just been ripped from her comfort zone with a matter of a few words. 

A hint of a smile appeared at the corners of Jack's mouth as he lifted a brow. "Don't be shy, baby. Not with me. Tell me. Where do you want me to touch you?"

Still hesitant, she lifted her hand, and covered her left breast. "Here," she breathed. Pausing for a fraction of a second, her hand shook as she lowered it to press it between her legs. "And here," she bravely whispered.

Jack's eyes drifted closed. He exhaled slowly. When he opened them, Sam blanched at the predatory gleam that appeared within his gaze. Her trembling visibly increased as he pinioned her with his unyielding stare. 

Lifting away from his haunches, he drew himself to his knees, and snaked a thickly muscled arm around her waist to pull her forward. Their gazes briefly clashed, and then his head swooped down to engulf her nipple, and a good portion of her soft tit within the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. Without preamble, he began to suck. Hard.

A startled gasp escaped her at his ferocity. It quickly transformed into a moan of pleasure as his tongue began darting and flicking over her. Grasping onto the tightly puckered peak with his teeth, he gently tugged at it, and she gasped again.

"You taste sweet," he whispered thickly. Turning his head, he latched onto the other aching bud, and milked it with his lips before swirling his tongue around it. "Like sunshine and raspberries." Tilting his chin, he scraped the rough expanse of his cheek against her sensitive skin.

Sam's knees would have buckled beneath her if he hadn't been there to hold her in place. His touch was making her feel desperate, and feverish with need. His mouth was a blazing inferno as he returned to feasting on her flesh, and the sensations that it evoked shot straight to her lower extremities. When his teeth roughly grazed her skin for a third time, a pitiful mewl of distress escaped her throat.

"I love the sounds that you make," he admitted with a groan. "They're so frantic. So pleading. Like you're wordlessly begging me to fuck every inch of you."

Another soft sound escaped her, and then she cried out as Jack's fingers pressed between her legs. Rubbing against the thin layer of cotton that covered her, a harsh expletive erupted from his throat. 

"Fuck, baby. You're so wet. I've barely touched you, and you're soaked," he moaned fervidly.

Sam couldn't take much more. Her legs were about to collapse beneath her. Latching onto his shoulders, she whimpered. "Please, Jack."

Hearing the sound of his name on her lips in that needy breathless way quickly undid him. Grasping onto the back of her thighs with his rough hands, he yanked her legs out from under her in one swift move. A startled exclamation was torn from Sam's lips as her back hit the bed with a single bounce, and then he pulled her beneath him so that he was looming over her.

His palms pressed to the mattress, effectively caging her in, while his mouth descended to urgently claim her lips. A harsh breath seethed from his nostrils when she opened to him, and eagerly met his searching tongue.

Pulling back, his dark eyes were wild as he panted above her. "I need you to look at me. Look into my eyes." he demanded fervently. "Don't look away. Do you understand me?"

Lifting her hands to the solid warmth of his chest, Sam quickly nodded as she peered up at his impassioned face. "Yes," she gasped. "I won't look away."

"Good girl," he praised. Lowering his hips between the cradle of her thighs, Jack allowed the lower half of his weight to sink into her while he delved into the beautiful pools of blue beneath him. "Can you feel me, Sam?" he tightly inquired.

The hard bulge encased within his jeans was pressed directly against her center. It made Sam squirm beneath him as she tilted her head up and down. Jack's fingers slipped into the dark mass of her hair until he was gripping a handful at her nape. Pulling on it roughly, he forced Sam's chin to lift as he glared at her. 

"I'm not fucking your mouth at the moment. So, you shouldn't have any trouble with responding," he growled. "Can you feel me?" he slowly repeated.

Another strangled whimper passed from her lips. "Yes," she choked out. 

Her submission to his will made him visibly relax as he eased his hold. Pressing his hips more firmly between her thighs, a slow breath escaped him. "How do I feel?" he gruffly questioned.

Sam's voice trembled from her lips as she looked up at him. "You feel thick, and hard."

His eyes briefly drifted closed as a low sound emerged from his throat. When he opened them, his hips began to move. "Do you want me, Sam?" he gritted out.

Sam nodded again. His dark eyes immediately narrowed in response, but she was quick to appease him. "I want you, Jack," she gasped.

Jack's lips parted, and his breathing began to labor. "Where do you want me, Sam?"

Her blue eyes widened, and her breath stilled within her at the bold inquiry. Jack didn't waver for a moment. "I'm so hard that it hurts. I need you to tell me, baby. Where do you want my cock?"

He was steadily grinding his stiff appendage against the most sensitive part of her, and Sam was beginning to lose all ability to think clearly. 

"Inside of me," she moaned. "I need your cock inside of me." Arching beneath him, her eyes closed as her breath escaped her raggedly.

A rough sound of pleasure left Jack's lips, and then he lowered his dark head to lightly kiss her mouth. "Open your eyes," he commanded. When she obeyed him, Jack peered intently into their blue depths. "Do you want me deep?" he pressed further.

"Yes," she whispered.

Jack groaned. "I want you too, baby," he breathed. "I want you just like this. Always."

Abruptly pulling his hips back, Jack slammed into her hard. Her entire body tensed beneath him as a harsh cry was ripped from her throat. Immediately loving the sound, he repeated the motion again, and again. Sam was mindless with need when he resumed grinding against her.

She was standing on the brink, and Jack immediately sensed it. Slipping his large hands between their bodies, his rough palms grasped onto both of her round breasts, and he squeezed them mercilessly. Massaging the flesh in ardent circles, he latched onto her nipples, and pinched them hard. 

Sam bucked beneath him as a mewl escaped her. He plucked at her pink tips relentlessly. Tweaking the sensitive nubs over and over. It was the most sublime form of torture, and she didn't think she could withstand it a moment longer. 

Her thighs clamped around his hips while her fingers dug mercilessly into his shoulders. The sensations that were coursing through her were so powerful that she had to fight the desire to sob. If she didn't get some form of relief soon, she feared that she was going to burst into tears.

"I need you to fuck me, Jack. Please. I can't take this anymore," she panted.

His brows furrowed as he continued to ply her flesh, and then he smirked. "Don't worry, baby," he breathed. "I'm going to fuck you." Slamming his hips roughly between her legs, he pinched the tight peaks again.

Sam had to bite down on her lip to repress the scream that was building inside of her. She burned everywhere. "Now," she begged. Please. I need you to do it now."

Slowing his movements, his thrusts against her became languorous. "I need you to say yes," he gritted out. "Say yes, and then I'll fuck you."

Sam gazed up at him in confusion, and then her blue eyes widened. "You can't do that," she gasped.

Releasing her nipples, Jack reached up to clasp onto the sides of her face. When she squirmed against his grip, his hold tightened, and his eyes blazed as he looked down at her. "Stop fighting this," he growled. "Stop fighting me. You are mine, Sam. You'll always be mine. Say yes."




The Hell in Your Eyes Ch. 09



"No," she whimpered helplessly.

"Yes!" he snarled. Pressing his thumbs into her cheeks, he lowered his head, and kissed her savagely. When he lifted his head, his teeth were bared as his breath shuddered in and out of him. "Fucking say it!" he snapped.

She began to struggle beneath him. Her hands pushed at his shoulders as her body wriggled to be free. She needed to escape. She needed to regain her composure. She needed relief. Only the harder that she struggled, the more futile it seemed to become.

Clasping onto her wrists, Jack pulled her hands from him, and pressed them to the bed. His large fingers entwined with hers to hold them in place beside her head before he resumed his movements against her. A soft grunt escaped him when she used her hips to try to buck him off. 

"What's the point in fighting me when you don't have a chance in hell at succeeding? Just say yes, and we can put an end to this," he rasped.

Every muscle in her body strained as she fought to be freed. She was winded by the time she finally stilled in defeat. "And if I don't?" she snapped at him.

His mouth became a grim slash in his face. "If you don't then I'll have to keep persuading you. I can be very persuasive when I put my mind to it," he informed her softly.

Tilting his head, his lips pressed to the soft skin of her neck, and his tongue came out to swirl against her. "I know how much you need my cock right now. Just say it, and I'll give it to you. All you have to do is say the word," he roughly encouraged. "I'm so fucking hard. Don't you want to feel me, baby?" he groaned. "I want to feel you. I need to feel you."

Turning her head away, she attempted to evade his lips, but there was no escape. His hot mouth moved over her skin, kissing and licking a path towards her ear. Grasping the lobe between his teeth, he lightly tugged on it as his body undulated on top of hers.

"Stop," she panted in desperation. "Please stop."

"I can't stop," he groaned beside her ear. "Not until you say it. Not until you're mine."

Squeezing her eyes closed, Sam's breath hitched as her chest grew tighter. Her lips pressed firmly together while wet warmth began trickling from the corner of her eyes. She was on the verge of falling apart, and she couldn't contain the soft sob that erupted from her mouth.

"Please," she wept. She wasn't even sure what it was that she was asking for anymore.

Abruptly lifting his head, Jack looked down at her. He drew in a sharp breath as he took in her expression. Releasing her wrists, he swiftly cupped her face as his visage became stricken, and then a strangled sound escaped his throat. 

"No," he breathed. His voice was filled with abhorrence. "No, baby. Don't cry. I'll do it. I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

When she refused to look at him he began to panic. His tongue came out to swipe along his lower lip while his dark eyes washed over her face. "Look at me, Sam," he pleaded.

Her head swiveled back and forth in her distraught state, and her brows furrowed as she attempted to stifle another sob. When her eyelids finally fluttered open, her blue depths were devastated, and it hit him like a punch in the gut. 

He couldn't seem to tear his jeans open fast enough. The button was almost ripped from the denim in his haste, and then he was finally free. Grasping his rigid length within his hand, he hurriedly nudged her panties to the side, and then he was filling her. She was already fighting him again before he was fully buried. 

Crying in earnest now, her small fists beat against his chest and shoulders. She hit him over and over, and then he pulled his hips back to fill her again. The heightened level of his arousal made a tight sound escape him, and Sam released a startled gasp at the fullness. Pausing to let the sensation wash over him, Jack eased slowly from between her thighs before slamming forward hard. 

The sound that he made the second time was louder. It nearly eclipsed the harsh cry that exploded from Sam's lips. Her entire frame shuddered, and her fists tightened where they were pressed against him. Jack watched as she convulsed. Then he collapsed on top of her, and hungrily sought out her mouth.

He pounded into her, his hips following the combined rhythm of their heartbeats. Sam's arms slipped to his back, and she clutched onto him tightly as he moved. Suddenly breaking away from his lips, she let out a harsh cry that quickly became swallowed by his mouth when he pulled her back to him. 

He pushed relentlessly, endlessly until she was a quaking bundle of nerves beneath him. The harder that she held onto him, the further he pushed.

He was nearing his own breaking point when he finally released her mouth. "I need you," he panted. Swallowing with difficulty, he closed his eyes. "I need you to cum for me, baby." 

His thrusts became rougher, deeper until each one caused a vicious grunt to burst forth from his chest. His entire frame began to shake as he fought to pull back, to hold out, and then she began to tremor around him. It was too much.

Emitting a sharp expletive, he plunged forcefully between her thighs a final time, and stiffened as a roar of pleasure exploded from his lips. His back bowed, his teeth gritted, and then he unleashed inside of her. 

When he had nothing left to give, and the spurting within her became a light twitching that slowly began to fade, his entire frame wilted, and his head dropped against the curve of her neck.

The sound of their labored breathing filled the room. Heavy on top of her, Jack made no attempt to stir, and after several minutes Sam began to squirm beneath him. A deep sigh escaped his chest, and then he lifted his head to look down at her.

"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind when we started this," he admitted sheepishly.

Her blue eyes were wide as she met his gaze, and then she did something that surprised them both. Lifting her head from the bed, she pressed her mouth to Jack's shoulder, and she bit him. Hard. 

He winced. A rough sound escaped his throat as pain sluiced through him from the unexpected attack. Clamping his teeth together he attempted to endure it. When she finally released him, and dropped back to the bed, Jack was stunned.

Her nostrils flared as she glared up at him. "How could you do that?" she snapped. "You said I could trust you!"

His dark eyes widened at her vehemence, and then his lips parted as he fought for a response. All that came out was a tight exclamation of breath. 

Wriggling beneath him, Sam pushed at his shoulders in an attempt to dislodge him. "Get off of me! I'm going home!"

Jack's mouth was still hanging open, but it quickly clamped shut at that disclosure. Pressing his lips together, he scowled. "You can trust me," he insisted. "I didn't hurt you." His eyes darted back and forth as he looked at her. "I didn't hurt you!" he fiercely repeated.

His passionate declaration did nothing to slow Sam's wriggling. When she continued to push at him he quickly became aggravated. 

"Stop!" he demanded. Reaching for her wrists, he pushed them above her head, and held them there as he returned her angry glare. 

"It's no different than the first time," she spat. "You wanted something from me, and you didn't care what you had to do to get it. The way I felt didn't matter at all!"

His lips visibly tightened at her words. "You're right," he bit out. "I did that. I wanted you. So, I took you. I didn't care about anything. I saw you, and that was it for me." His arms strained in an effort to keep her still. "I was selfish... I AM selfish! I'm a total bastard for what I've done to you. Do you think I don't know that?" he growled.

Sam was panting beneath him, her strength almost depleted, when she paused to look up at him. "Then WHY are you doing this!?" she yelled at him.

An irritated breath snarled from his throat as his fingers tightened around her wrists where he held them. "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" he shouted.

***

Sam's arms were wrapped around her knees where she sat with her back pressed against the headboard. Jack had moved to the edge of the bed where he had been silently sitting for the better part of five minutes. 

Neither of them had spoken since he had released her, and rolled away from her in order to leave the bed after his outburst. Sam was clawing her mind in search of something to say when a long sigh escaped him. Lowering his head, he ran his fingers through his hair before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs. 

"Do you still want me to take you home?" he quietly inquired.

"Don't you think we should talk?" Sam softly replied.

His voice was dead pan when he responded. "What's there to talk about?"

Sam took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "This. Everything," she whispered.

A short, humorless laugh escaped him. "I don't know what else I could say. You know how I feel. I can't make you want this, as much as I'd like to. If you don't want this... if you don't want me... there's not really a whole lot that I can do about it."

Lowering her chin, Sam frowned at his words. "I never said that I didn't want you. I'm just afraid, Jack."

Catapulting to his feet, Jack turned to face her. He spread his arms wide. "Of what, Sam?" Dragging his fingers through his hair again in exasperation, he let his hand drop to his side. "Christ! What the hell do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not going to hurt you?"

Pivoting on his feet he paced across the room before turning back to her. "Yes. I forced you to have sex with me, and it was against your will. I also spent the better part of a week telling you what to do, and intimidating the fucking hell out of you. But I never hit you, Sam. I may have paddled your ass out of some warped sense of jealousy, but I've never beaten you. So, please, for the love of God, tell me what you're so fucking afraid of because I don't understand!"

Lifting her head, she scowled at him from where she sat. "You, Jack!" she yelled. "I'm afraid of you!" 

Her arms dropped away from her knees, and then she turned to pull her self from the bed. Rounding it, she stopped when she reached him, and tilted her head back to look up at his angry face. 

"You don't think any of those things affected me? I spent weeks feeling afraid to leave my own house out of fear that I would run into you! I didn't know what you were going to do to me. I didn't know what you're capable of. I still don't! What if I did something, or said something that made you lose your temper with me? Would you hit me then? What could I expect then?" she shouted.

Jack's eyes narrowed with resentment. "I would never hit you," he grit out.

Sam lifted her hands into the air in frustration. "How do I know that? You're not exactly an exemplary model for composure. How do I know that given enough time things won't change? How do I know that you won't completely snap someday, and hurt me? Or worse yet, kill me? That's the type of things that rapists do, Jack."

A wince passed across his features as his lips pinched. "I'm not insane," he bitterly replied. "I would never do that. I'm not a monster."

Sam's eyes widened in response. "I have no way of knowing that. Every little thing seems to set you off. A boy at school touched my shoulder, and it made you physically abuse me. What if he had kissed me, Jack? What would you have done then?"

Jack's brows furrowed in response, and then his gaze darkened. "Did he?" he bit out.

The adrenaline coursing through Sam's body made her brave. "What if he did?" she pushed. "What if he kissed me, and I had done absolutely nothing to stop him?"

Jack's frame swayed forward threateningly. With each slow step that he took, his bare chest brushed against her as she backed away from him. When she stopped retreating, his dark head tilted so that his mouth brushed against her ear. 

"Are you sure you want to play this game with me, Sam?" he whispered dangerously.

Her heart rate quickened at his tone. He wasn't even touching her, and she felt consumed by his presence as he loomed over her. Placing her palm in the center of his chest, she shoved him back. 

"This is exactly what I'm talking about," she choked out. 

His eyes widened at her expression, and then he tossed his hands into the air. "What do you want from me!?" he shouted. "You're standing there taunting me with something that you know makes me lose my shit! I'm not a teenager, Sam. If you tell me that another guy has been touching you, I'm going to get pissed off!" Turning away, his jaw clenched as a growl seethed from his throat. "Fuck!"

When he turned back, his glare was still in place."That doesn't mean I'm going to take it out on you! I did that once. I learned my lesson." 

Stepping towards her, he reached out to slip his fingers into her hair until he was grasping onto the sides of her head. His expression became pained as he looked down at her. "Do you remember what happened when I did that?" he whispered. "Do you remember what you said to me?"

Sam swallowed with difficulty. "I told you that I hated you."

Biting his lip, Jack nodded. "That just about killed me. I would never do anything that would ever make you say that to me again. I love you, Sam. I don't want to lose you."

Pulling her towards him, Jack lightly pressed his lips to her forehead, and then he wrapped his arms around her slight frame to draw her against his chest. A ragged breath escaped him when her arms circled his waist, and she leaned into him. 

"You don't have to be afraid. Not of me," he told her softly. "I know I've been pushing, but it's just because I'm terrified of losing you." Leaning back, he brushed his fingers through her hair. "You haven't figured out how you feel yet, and the process has been making me nervous. If you decide that this isn't for you when all is said and done, and you leave me, I'm going to have to find a way to deal with that."

"You can't torture me in order to get what you want, Jack. It's mean," she informed him petulantly.

His fingers briefly stilled, and then he grimaced. "I know, baby. I'm sorry. I won't do that again." The corners of his lips twitched. "Biting me wasn't exactly nice."

Sam tilted her head back in order to meet his eyes. "I'm probably going to do it again," she told him flatly.

Her response made him grin in surprise. "Is that right?" he asked with a chuckle.

Sam nodded without hesitation. "Yep."

Jack returned her nod in amusement. "That's good to know, baby. I'm not going to feel bad now."

Sam's brows knitted as she peered up at him quizzically. "About what?"

A devilish gleam appeared in his dark eyes. Before she could question his intentions, Jack swiftly bent down, and hoisted her slight frame over his shoulder. Sam let out a startled cry that carried throughout the room as Jack turned, and walked out the door.

His long strides carried them down the hall, and he was halfway down the staircase before Sam began wriggling against him. Clamping his arm tighter around her thighs, he quickened his pace.

"Where are we going?" she shouted breathlessly. Then she knew. "Jack! Don't you dare!"

His chest shook as he fought to contain his laughter. "Are you sure you don't want me to go back for the floaties?" he gallantly offered.

Sam's breath whooshed from her rib cage when he jumped from the last two steps. Lifting her hand, she balled it into a fist, and socked him in the back. "Put me down!" she hollered.

"I will, baby. In a sec," he chortled with glee. Pulling on the handle that led into the sun room, Jack passed through the door, and the smell of chlorine instantly filled their senses.

"I'm going to bite you again!" she threatened apprehensively. 

"It'll be worth it," Jack chuckled.

Pulling her from his shoulder, he swung her into his arms. Sam managed to let out one more squeal before he took a step forward, and tossed her into the pool. 

She made a resounding splash before she sunk like a rock, all the way to the bottom. When she broke the surface several seconds later, all that she heard was the sound of Jack hooting with laughter.

Wiping the water from her eyes, Sam blinked repeatedly. Turning her head, she spotted the culprit bent in half, clasping onto his knees as he fought to control the sputtering of his mouth. 

Lifting her arm into the air, she slapped the water with all her might sending an arc of water in his general direction. "You jackass!" she shouted. 

Hopping back from the missile, Jack burst into laughter again. It left him in droves as his face reddened with the power of it. "How's the water?" he inquired once he was able to control himself.

"Really warm," she responded in a reconciliatory fashion.

His grin was massive. "Good." Stepping forward, he leapt into the pool, and landed right beside her. The splash that he made forced Sam's head to turn away. Unlike her slow ascent to the surface, Jack popped up like a piece of toast before he shook the water from his hair.

It forced Sam to angle her head away a second time as the droplets flew off of him as if he were a St. Bernard. When he finally ceased, and ran his fingers through it to push it back, he was grinning from ear to ear.

Lifting a brow, Sam shook her head at him, and then reached her arms out to swim in the opposite direction. She made it about five feet before Jack clasped onto her ankle to halt her escape.

A shriek of distress burst from her lips, and then she was being hauled back through the water. Flipping onto her back, Sam kicked her feet in an attempt to dislodge him, but it was to no avail. 

Yanking her towards him, he wrapped a strong arm around her waist, and pulled her from the water so that her body was pressed against his frame. His teeth briefly flashed in another grin as he cupped the back of her head, and then he took her mouth.

Pressing her lips wide, he leisurely explored her with his tongue. The kiss was hot, deep and wet, and before long a soft sound of pleasure escaped Sam's throat. 

She felt as if she were floating, falling, plummeting towards the earth, and then she was when Jack fell like a piece of timber into the water. His mouth was still pressed to hers as they slowly sunk, and then he was lifting them so that they burst through the surface. Sam was panting as she watched him shake his head again.

He smiled as he peered down at her. "Are you hungry?" he suddenly asked.

Her brows furrowed as she gave it some thought. "Yes," she admitted.

"Lets take a shower, and then I'll order something," he suggested.

"You can't cook, can you?" she smirked.

Jack smirked back at her. "Just pancakes. Do you want pancakes for dinner?" Sam scrunched her nose in response. "I'll make them for breakfast," he informed her, and then he winked.

Taking her hand, Jack waded through the water until he reached the edge of the pool. Releasing her, he pressed his palms to the tiled floor above it, and lifted himself out of the water. Once he was on his feet again, he turned, and reached for Sam to lift her out as well.

His large hands rubbed up and down the length of her arms, and then he tilted his head to lightly kiss her mouth. "Wait here," he told her softly, and then he crossed the room until he reached a closet door. 

Opening it, he pulled out two large, white, terry cloth robes, and donned one before returning to Sam's side. Wrapping the other around her, she slipped her arms into it before he pulled on the sides to bring her against him. 

He kissed the corner of her eye, her cheek, and then his lips were pressed against the soft skin of her jaw. Sam angled her head to give him better access as his mouth trailed down her neck. When he reached her shoulder, he pushed the material of the robe aside so that he could lightly kiss her there. 

Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly before lifting his head. "Shower. Then we'll eat," he repeated.




The Hell in Your Eyes



A sound of appreciation escaped his throat as he dipped his fingers into the sides of her jeans, and slowly began dragging them down her hips. He pulled on them until they were pooled at her knees then gazed between her legs at the soft cotton that covered her. 

"I like this," he whispered as he slid his fingers between her thighs to rub her slit through the fabric. The contact made her jump, but she didn't raise her hands to stop him. She seemed to stare off into space slightly as he explored her. 

His fingers slid back and forth gently in a teasing manner, and when the fabric began to moisten beneath his touch he bit his lip in satisfaction. It urged him to lift his hands to the top of them, and pull them down so that they were pooled along with her jeans. 

His eyes heated further as he gazed down at her wet slit. It was surrounded with soft little curls of hair, and his eyes devoured it as his hands grasped onto her thighs, and slid upwards. His palms ran over her hips, and circled back until he was holding her soft, round ass in his hands. With a light grunt, he squeezed it roughly with his fingers as his cock twitched between them. 

"I knew from the moment I saw you that you would feel as good as you looked," he rasped thickly.

His words seemed to break her from her daze as she looked at him straight on. Her expression was that of someone still in shock. Flat and slightly lifeless. As their gazes met, he trailed one hand over her hip, sliding the tips of his fingers across her stomach. Tilting his head back slightly, his hand slid low, and his palm brushed her mound before two of his fingers slid between her moist lips as he searched for her opening. 

When they easily found it, and pushed inside of her she finally reacted. Her eyes widened, and her hands lifted to grip his shoulders to steady herself as her entire body jerked, and tensed. 

He groaned at the feel of her. "You are so unbelievably tight," he told her thickly in amazement. His fingers pushed deeper, and she tensed further and cried out.

"Shhhh, baby," he soothed her. "I need to play with it first. I need you nice and wet for me before I fuck you. It will hurt bad if I shove my cock into you without getting it wet first."

As he finished telling her this, he slipped his fingers from her, and raised his hand to slip them into his mouth. His eyes watched hers as he tasted the wetness that coated them.

When he pulled them out, he smiled and reached for her hips to pull her closer. Once she was positioned where he wanted her, he leaned forward slightly so that their mouths were barely a breath apart. 

"Tell me how this feels," he whispered.

Gripping his cock in hand, he palmed the back of her ass to hold her in place as he slid the head between her folds. It glided along her slippery gash until it reached her ass, then he slid it back towards her clit. He rubbed himself back and forth as her fingers dug into his shoulders. 

"What are you doing?" she gasped in agony.

His lips lifted in a half smile as he looked into her blue eyes. "I'm getting you ready to take a load of my cum," he informed her. "You're about to get fucked nice and hard."

Slipping his cock to her entrance, he gripped both of her hips in his hands, and roughly pulled her down to his lap as his shaft pushed deep inside of her. It tore through the barrier like paper, and she screamed as it filled her. 

Reaching up quickly to grip her mouth with his palm, he held her cheeks in his grasp as a long moan escaped him. "God, you're fucking tight," he breathed again.

Slipping out slightly, he rocketed into her again barely noticing her wince of discomfort as she mewled beneath his palm. "Yeah," he breathed loving the feel of her clenched around him. "Fuck yeah."

Her pooled jeans were hampering his ability to get deeper, and it began to aggravate him. With a growl of frustration he pulled out of her, and lifted her beneath her ass cheeks so that he could move their position. 

Holding onto her, he leaned forward, and pulled his leg under him for leverage so that he could push her onto her back. Once she was on the seat beneath him, he knelt between her legs, and urgently yanked her jeans and panties from her, and threw them in the front seat. 

Now that the barrier was gone, his fingers swiftly parted her knees so that he could get closer. His palms pressed to the back of her thighs pushing her legs up as his thighs came into contact with her ass. 

Reaching down, he gripped onto his cock eagerly, and blindly slid along her folds until he found what he wanted, and pushed into her again with one hard slam. When she was filled to the hilt, he let out a roar of pleasure as she cried out beneath him. 

Pausing only a moment to enjoy the pure bliss of the way that it felt, he leaned over her and clamped his fingers over her mouth again as he roughly began to ride her. His cock slammed into her over and over again as his breathing grew labored, and she mewled into the skin of his palm. 

Burying his face against her neck, he slid his other hand between them to grip one of her tits in his hand, and mauled the soft skin before pinching her nipple. The action made her muffled cries grow louder. The sounds were only an enhancement for him, and he moaned against her ear as he plowed into her.

"Do you like having my thick cock inside of you?" he asked in a pant. "You love it, don't you?" Ramming hard, he paused, then swirled his hips in a small circle. "Your cunt is so fucking tight," he groaned as a shudder rocked through him. He began to viciously pound between her legs once more.

His lips parted against her neck as his body moved on top of hers. He emphasized each thrust that he made with his hips by grunting softly while uttering words of encouragement into her ear.

"That's right," he panted. "Spread your legs like a good girl, and take all of my cock in your sweet little cunt." Reaching down, he gripped her thigh in his hand, and pulled her leg up higher so that he could push even deeper. His fingers trailed down to her ass, and he gripped it hard as he lowered his head to watch himself slip into her.

When he saw his cock pushing between her folds, forcing it's way in, he let out another low pitched groan, and stilled with only the tip inside of her. Gazing down at it hypnotically, he slid in fast, then slowly pulled out until only the head was buried. Pushing forward slowly this time, he felt her hotly clutching around him, grasping at his shaft. 

"Agh!" he moaned as he buried his face against her chest. "Fuck!"

Lifting his head, and straightening his back he plunged into her hard, and looked down at her face where he still had his hand pressed tightly to her mouth. Her neck was arched back slightly, and her eyes had rolled into the back of her head so it seemed that she was staring at the door above her.

His movements became rhythmic and steady as he watched her eyes. "Look at me," he suddenly growled. 

Her wide, traumatized gaze lowered until it met his, and when he stared into their blue depths, a heated sound of pleasure escaped his lips. He began twisting his hips as he went in and out of her. 

Releasing her mouth, he gripped onto the sides of her head, pressing his thumbs into her cheeks, and held eye contact. Losing himself, he pressed his mouth to hers, and forced her lips wide as he plunged into yet another part of her body. His tongue swirled against hers, and with another low pitched groan that rumbled from his throat and into her mouth, he came. 

Hot spurts jetted from his body into hers, and as it flowed out of him, he stiffened and pressed himself as deep as he could get. His entire body shuddered.

When it ended, he was still. His fingers eased their hold upon her head as he lifted his mouth, and looked down at her. She didn't move or speak. She only returned his stare, her eyes haunted. His thumbs absentmindedly brushed over the skin of her cheeks as he looked at her.

"That was good," he breathed softly.

Something inside of her finally broke, and as he watched, her face slowly crumbled as her eyes filled with tears. Her chest lifted abruptly as she dragged in a ragged breath seemingly trying to fight the onset. He was still inside of her.

He watched as she began to hyperventilate, and one of his hands lifted to brush her hair back repeatedly in a soothing gesture. "It's over," he whispered. "Don't cry."

Pulling out of her, he sat back on his knees, and pulled his jeans up. He looked down at her trembling form as he closed the button, and zipped them up. Reaching to the front seat, he gripped her clothes in his hand, and set them down between his legs before leaning down, and picking her up beneath the arms so that she was sitting up in front of him. 

Her entire body shook as he slowly dressed her. Once he had her shirt and jacket in place, his eyebrows furrowed as he held her jeans, and panties in his hands. "You're going to have to put these on," he said quietly. 

Taking them from him, she slipped them on in a daze as he slipped between the seats to resume his position in the driver's seat. Grabbing her fallen shoes, she put those on as well. Once she had them on, he held his hand out to her so that she could follow him. 

She didn't take it, or look at him. Putting her hands on the head rests, she lifted herself out of the back seat, and dropped into the seat beside his. Her eyes stared vacantly out the windshield as they sat in silence. 

Running a hand through his dark hair, he sighed. Leaning towards her, he reached to open the glove compartment in front of her, and his sudden close proximity made her jump. Taking in her reaction, he slid his fingers inside of it, and rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a pack of Marlboro reds. 

Opening the box, he pulled one out, and lifted it to his lips before pushing in the car's lighter. After a moment, it popped back out, and he lifted it to his face so that he could light the cigarette. 

Small puffs of smoke escaped his lips while he slipped the key into the ignition, and started the car. He cracked the window on his side about an inch, then reached down to the gear shift to put it in reverse before he glanced at her again and pulled the car out. 

Using two fingers to pull the filter from his mouth, he exhaled slowly, and threw the car into drive before turning down the lane that led them back out of the cemetery. He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand as he grimaced. 

"I'm glad that you were a virgin," he stated ruefully. " I'm sure I would have been fairly angry if you hadn't been."

Tilting his head to gaze at her, he bit his lip. She sat stoically with her hands in her lap as she stared straight ahead. 

"I wouldn't have liked that at all, and I might have done something awful in response. Something to hurt you."

His words seemed to have little impact. Her demeanor didn't alter in the slightest. She just sat very quietly. It wasn't even apparent that she was breathing, she was so very still.

"I don't like the idea of anyone touching you," he said sternly. The car passed the cemetery gates, and made a right turn as he eased the wheel around. "You're mine now," he stated matter of factly. 

This did cause a reaction. Turning her head, she looked at him. Her blue eyes large in her face as she seemed to absorb what he was saying. 

Glancing at her briefly he went on. "I'm going to take you home. I'm going to do that because I know where you live. I know just about everything there is to know about you, Sam."

Her eyes widened slightly as she took this in. "How do you know my name?" she whispered. 

He smiled. His dark eyes left the road for a moment so that he could look at her. "I told you," he replied. "I know everything there is to know about you. I know that your mother's name is Susan, and she works in a bakery on twenty third street. I know that your father's name is Alan, and that he's doing construction over at the steel mill. I know that your little brother is named Timothy, and that he's in the third grade at Weston Elementary School."

Tilting his head, he reached up to lightly scratch the side of his neck. Then he leaned down slightly to tap his cigarette into the ashtray. 

"There's nothing I don't know that I need to know," he said meeting her eyes directly. The insinuation of danger was apparent in his gaze. It held an unspoken threat. 

"If you tell anyone what happened, those will be the first places that I'll go. I don't think you'll tell anyone, Sam. I know how much you care about your family. I don't think you'd relish the idea of them being hurt in any way."

Her mouth parted slightly, and her expression filled with horror. Ignoring it, he continued. "Even if you went to the police, I could still do it. Even behind bars, I could still do it." 

His eyes grew fierce as he scowled at her. "There are ways," he said quietly. "But you're not going to say anything, are you Sam?" His voice was deceptively soft. Her stricken expression was still in place as she readily agreed by shaking her head.

"Good girl," he said with a smile.

The car rolled towards the block where she lived. Her house was a large, brown cape cod style building that sat on the corner of the block. As they neared it, he pulled the Dodge into a vacant spot a few houses down, and he put it into park before turning to look at her.

"Now," he said silkily as he appraised her. His hand still rested upon the wheel. "This is the way things are going to work." Glancing out the windshield for a moment to look around, he turned back to her. His voice became even softer as he spoke.

"I'm going to come for you again. I'm not going to tell you when, and I'm not going to tell you where, but when you see me you will not scream. You will not run. You will not try to bring any attention to yourself in any way. You will quietly get into this car, and do what I tell you to. Is this understood?"

When she mindlessly gawked at him, he scowled. "I said, do you understand me, Sam?"

Nodding slowly, her mind raced at the implication he was making. This wasn't over. She would never be safe. Her family would never be safe unless she did as he asked. 

His scowl darkened further. "Say it," he demanded.

Obediently she repeated his words, her voice robotic. "I won't scream. I won't run. I'll get in the car, and do what you tell me to."

"Good girl," he said again with a curt nod. His eyes slid over her face as he appraised her. Suddenly, his fingers darted out to ravel into the hair at the nape of her neck as he jerked her towards him. His mouth was barely a breath away as his savage gaze bore into hers. Sam whimpered slightly in fear. 

"I don't want to hurt you," he said in warning. "Don't make me." Tilting his head, he pressed his hard mouth to hers before releasing her. Then reaching to the side he pushed a button making the doors click in a distinct way to unlock them. "You can go," he told her abruptly.

Immediately reaching for the handle, she opened the door. As she leaned to get out, he reached a hand out to quickly snatch her arm within his hold which caused her to look at him in surprise. 

"It won't always be like this," he promised her. "It gets better." His dark eyes were certain as he stared at her. "As long as you don't make me angry, you will grow to enjoy our time together. Try to think about that."

When she nodded obediently once more, he released her. She quickly stepped out of the car, and closed the door. His eyes followed her as she hurriedly made her way towards her house before running up the stairs. 

He started the engine as she pulled open the door, and disappeared inside. Reaching for another cigarette, he pulled away from the curb, and headed down the street.