Saturday, November 24, 2012

Paddles - (New Material!)

“Do you want another drink, Jack?” Claire Kincaid asked as she downed the rest of her scotch. They’d shared a bottle of wine with dinner and with the glass of scotch she‘d just polished off, she had a nice buzz going.

“Sure” Jack McCoy replied. “If you’re buying.”

Claire smiled and nodded her head. Grabbing her purse, she kissed Jack on the cheek and headed to the bar. Jack polished off his drink as he watched her disappear into the crowd. He rested his head against the booth and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the alcohol warm his chest.  Now that he had a moment to concentrate, he noticed the singer strumming her guitar on the club’s little stage was pretty good. Not his usual kind of music, but her voice was lovely and she played well.  He let the music wash over him.

“Miss me?” Claire asked as she slid next to him in the booth. 

“Of course.”

“I missed you, too” she told him, eyes smoldering at him. 

Jack recognized the look and leaned in to kiss her. He’d intended a quick kiss, but Claire snaked her hand behind his neck and opened her mouth to him. Intrigued at her boldness in the middle of a crowded bar, he darted his tongue into her mouth. Claire felt her stomach flip, the way it always did when Jack kissed her this way. 

“Mmmmmmm” she sighed as she broke their kiss. 

“What’s gotten into you?” 

“Ashamed of a little PDA, Jack?”

“Hell no. You just made me the envy of every man in this bar.”

Claire laughed and snuggled against Jack as he draped his arm around her shoulder.  “She’s good!” Claire commented as her right hand dropped to Jack’s leg . They sat quietly sipping their drinks, listening to the music. Claire’s hand started rubbing circles along his inner thigh. Her hand slid slowly upward.  When her fingers reached their destination she stroked him lightly through his pants. Jack felt his cock stir. He gasped softly and reached for Claire’s hand.  

“That’s more than a little PDA, Claire,” he scolded, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his smile. 

“Worried someone will notice?” 

“I’d rather not have to walk out of here with an obvious erection, and I don’t think this booth is secluded enough for a hand job.” He kissed her quickly and let go of her hand. 

Claire responded by immediately resuming. She felt Jack’s cock jump beneath her touch, and smiled at him wickedly.

  “You’re being a very naughty girl, Ms. Kincaid.”  He said, trying to sound stern. “Keep it up, and when we get home I might just take you over my knee.”

Claire laughed and continued her torture.  

“You think I’m joking?”

“I think by the time you get me home, I’ll have you so worked up you’ll forget about everything except how much you want to be inside me.”

Both of Jack’s eyebrows shot up and he smiled hugely. She was challenging him brazenly and the seed of a plan was forming in his mind. 

“Finish your scotch, Claire.”


She continued to tease him throughout the cab ride home. Each time he moved her hand, she moved it back. It took all his willpower to not become fully erect.  

He paid the cab fare as Claire darted into their building to avoid the rain. Jack joined her in the lobby and they headed up in the elevator to the apartment they shared - the apartment that had been left to Claire by her grandmother several years before Jack moved in with her shortly after they’d been dating for a year. 

In the elevator Jack pulled Claire to him and crushed her mouth with his. Emboldened by their privacy, Claire reached between them to begin stroking Jack through his pants again.  He groaned against her mouth as she felt him harden beneath her hand.  

“You’re in trouble now,” he told her, voice ominous, but with, a lopsided grin on his face.

“I’m quaking in my shoes.”

“You should be,” he retorted playfully. 

In the foyer they removed their coats and hung them in the closet. Claire moved to Jack and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed her body to his and kissed him. For a moment he kissed back, but then he 
brought his hands up to grip her upper arms and pushed her against the wall behind her.  

“What was your plan again?” he asked her, face an inch from hers. “Get me rock hard so I’d throw you against the wall and fuck you the minute we walked in the door?”

“It seems to be working so far…”

“Seems to be.” he chuckled.

He pressed himself against her and kissed her again, bringing his hands up to her shoulders, then lower to cup her breasts. Claire shuddered as his fingers began to toy with her nipples. 

He brought his hands back up to her face. She opened her eyes to find his staring at her. “I want to play a  game - like one we’ve played before,” he said.


“I’m in charge, ok?”

“Oh, that one,“ she breathed, thinking of the time he’d tied her up and teased her into a frenzy before giving her a mind-blowing orgasm - several, in fact. They had played that game a few times in the intervening months, changing up the script but with similar choreography, and Claire had enjoyed herself immensely each time. She felt her heart race faster at the thought. “Ok.”

He kissed her roughly.  “Remember, if you want me to stop at any point, say ‘red’ and I’ll stop.”

She nodded. He kissed her again, then dipped his head to kiss her neck. He bent and drew her skirt up over her hips. He turned her to face the wall pressed her forward while pulling her hips against him. She could feel how hard he was under the fabric of his jeans through her thin satin panties. He pushed her hair aside and his lips launched an assault against the back of her neck. His other hand twined around her waist until he was cupping her pussy with his hand. 

“I have to assume by your behavior this evening that you’re feeling more than a little horny, yourself.  Hmmm.  I know  how to test this theory”  He slipped his hand into her panties to find her pussy hot and wet. “Aha, it looks like I was right.” 

Claire moaned and melted against him, propped up by the wall in front of her, as he easily slipped two fingers inside her.  He rubbed her clit as he moved his fingers in and out of her. 

“I’m surprised you were able to wait this long,” he mock scoffed at her as his other hand came up to grip the hair at the back of her head, pulling back so her ear was next to his lips. “Maybe I should have dragged you into the nearest alley and fucked you then and there. Would you like that? Would you like being fucked in an alley like a bitch in heat?”

Claire felt her pussy contract. She gasped, slightly ashamed of her obvious reaction. Finally, she nodded.

“I can tell.  Your pussy just got wetter when I said that.”

Her chest and face felt hot and she knew that if she were looking in a mirror she would see herself flushed beet red. 

He removed his hand then turned her back to him. He brought the fingers that had been inside her to her lips.  “Taste yourself”

She closed her eyes and sucked his fingers into her mouth. She tasted salty and sweet.

“Open your eyes, Claire.” he ordered as his hand found its way back into her panties. When she opened her eyes, he slid two fingers into her an began to pump in and out again.  Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the sweet invasion, but she remembered his earlier order and snapped them open immediately.  

He continued fingering her slowly.  “I want you to ask me for permission when you want to cum, Claire, do you understand?”

She cocked an eyebrow at him, but replied “Yes, Jack”  

 “Good girl”  he growled.

He continued fingering her, staring into her eyes. When she felt herself getting close to orgasm, she whimpered “Jack … I need to cum”

“That doesn’t sound like a request.” he told her.

“P … please, Jack, can I cum?”

“No.” he said, and removed his hand. Claire gasped and a look of frustration passed over her face. 

Jack just grinned and shrugged at her. “You’re not the only one who knows how to tease.”

“Damn you!” she hissed, worked up and teetering on the edge of pleasure, only to have it denied.

“Haven’t you realized what’s going on here, Claire?” He asked her. 

“What?” she panted.

“Clearly,” he began, drawing her hands up over her head and pinning her wrists with one hand, “You need to learn a lesson about what happens to little girls who can’t keep their hands to themselves or do as they are told.”

Before she could object, he was kissing her, tongue plundering her mouth as his fingers sought her pussy once more.  Claire moaned into his mouth as he made her head swim.

Just as quickly as he’d begun the assault, it was over. He withdrew his hand and smoothed her skirt back down over her hips.  Taking her by the hand, he lead her into the living room. He pushed her gently down into a chair then removed his belt and the sweater covering his button-down shirt and moved to pour them each another finger of scotch.  He handed Claire a glass and stood in front of her while she had a sip. He took the glass from her and set them both on the table by the chair. He began to stroke her hair.

She watched his hands as he reached down to unzip his fly.  Soon, his erection was inches from her face. She smiled up at him, proud of her handiwork. He began to stroke her hair softly and then, holding her head still, he brought the tip of his cock to her lips.

“This is what you‘ve been after all night, isn‘t it?” he asked her.  “Show me how much you want it”

Part of her mind rebelled. She wanted - needed - him to fuck her, and this would only prolong her torture. Another part of her knew she’d provoked him, and found delicious pride in the fact that she’d driven him to this. Claire sank to her knees from the chair. Resting one hand on his hip, she gripped the base of his shaft with the other and her tongue darted out to tease the engorged head.

Suddenly, his hand gripped the hair at the back of her head and pulled her head back so that she was looking up at him.  He bent over so his face was inches from hers.  “No more teasing.”

He stood up again and Claire sucked him into her mouth. Jack let his eyes close as the feelings washed over him.  She began to move her head, her hand working in tandem on his shaft.

“Mmmmm, that’s much better, lover.” He told her, enjoying the sensations slamming through him, content to let her work her magic for a few moments.  Soon, though, he needed to increase the tempo. When he stopped her, she looked up at him. “God, that’s good, babe. But now I want you to put your hands at your sides and keep them there. I want to fuck your pretty face, use you for my pleasure..”

Holding her still, he began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, finding a rhythm and depth that allowed her to breathe comfortably while he used her for his pleasure. Unaccustomed to being unable to use her hands, she did her best to suck and use her tongue as Jack began to pick up the pace.  She couldn’t believe how turned on she was by this: Jack’s impressive presence, his velvety voice stern and commanding, language somehow vaguely degrading, using her for his pleasure, all the while playing her body and mind like only he could do. 

“I’m going to cum in your mouth” he told her, pace increasing as he sought his release. He pushed himself deep into her mouth and held her head there as his cock began to spasm. “Ah, God, Claire!” he cried out.

It took him a moment to recover. He grabbed his glass from the table and slugged back the remainder of his scotch, then looked down at Claire. He’d been petting her hair and when he caught her gaze, he rested his palm on her cheek. She reached up and held his hand, turning to kiss this palm.  He sighed and pulled Claire to him and pulled her into his arms.  

“You are exquisite,” he told her gruffly, kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, her mouth. “But you must be so frustrated, my love.”

“Christ, Jack, you have no idea.”

He frowned and nodded, but his eyes were laughing at her.  “Poor thing.  We’ll have to see what we can do about that … but not just yet. “

Jack moved to the sofa and sat in the center. Claire could tell he was relishing tormenting her. She couldn‘t remember finding him sexier than in this moment. His hair was messed, his posture relaxed, voice strong and commanding, and he was looking at her like a cat about to swallow the proverbial canary. He held his hand to her and she moved in front of him, placing her hand in his. He pulled her sideways down onto his lap, brushing her hair aside and beginning to alternate light kisses and gentle nips up the long column of her neck.

His nimble fingers undid enough buttons on her blouse to bare her breasts then lowered the cups of her bra so that her nipples, already taut with desire, were exposed.  He began to toy with the hardened nubs, applying more pressure until Claire gasped at the mixture of pleasure and pain. She squirmed in his lap. He kissed her, then pinched harder still.  Before she could protest, his tongue plundered her mouth. She moaned deep in her throat and began to suck on his tongue. Jack knew then that there would be no protest. He alternated gentle rubbing with his palms with sharp, fleeting pinches, his mouth never leaving hers, until he pinched just hard enough to make her mewl in pleasure-pain and tear her head away.

Jack chuckled - or maybe it was a growl. “I love what you’ll let me get away with when you’re really turned on.”

“It doesn’t really hurt … well, it does, a bit, but just for a moment, but then they’re so sensitive and it feels so good when you touch me”

“I’m glad to hear you say that, Claire. It’s going to make this next part easier for you.”

“Next part?”

“You didn’t think I was going to let you off the hook so easily, did you?”

“Hook? I’m not sure what you mean?” She looked genuinely confused.

He moved her from his lap so she stood facing him.

“Don’t you remember what I said was going to happen if you didn’t stop teasing me in the bar?”

Claire blushed. Surely he couldn’t mean … that.  “You said you were going to take me over your knee … but weren’t you just joking?”

“You really should know better by now to take me at my word.”

“But Jack  …”

“What is it we tell a perp, Claire?  ‘Don’t do the crime’…”

“If you can’t do the time.” 


“But …”

“You know you can stop this any time you want, Claire. Just say the word. Of course, if you do that, you won’t get anymore of this.” He reached beneath her skirt and stroked her heated sex through her now very wet panties. 

“Bastard! That’s not fair.”

“Maybe not, but that’s how it works tonight, little girl. First you take your punishment, then you get your reward.”

The lawyer in Claire searched for a loophole.

“What’s it going to be, Claire? Spanking?  Or are you going to be taking a cold shower before bed? I should remind you that thanks to your talented mouth, I’m already quite satisfied and don‘t really need to continue.”

“You’re mean, Jack.”

“That’s what makes me so good at my job. And part of why you were attracted to me in the first place,” he said, rubbing his hands over her body. “Well?  There is a question pending.”

Claire weighed her options. She was so turned on. She’d agreed to play this game - generally a good sport, she knew she’d earned this teasing and torture with her earlier teasing of Jack. It couldn’t last more than a few moments, surely he wouldn’t really hurt her? And she could always say ‘red’ if she wanted it to stop. Was she worried about being humiliated?  But this was Jack, and it was just a game - it wouldn’t change how he thought of her.  And when it was over, release from all of this pent up frustration would be hers.

“I … yes.”

“Yes, what, Claire?”

“Yes … I’ll let you spank me.”

“Say please,” his eyes daring her to keep playing along.

“Please … spank me, Jack.”

“Good girl.  Now, my dear, I want you to go into the kitchen and bring me back a wooden spoon.”

“Wooden spoon? Are you serious?”

“Would you prefer a hairbrush?”

“No!”  She exclaimed without thinking.

“Well, then you’d better hurry up and bring me that spoon, or I’m going to change my mind and make you get the brush.”

Part of her dreaded what was coming, but she couldn’t deny her excited response to Jack’s role playing. This was Jack McCoy, EADA - Confident, commanding, with just the right tinge of arrogance - who still enthralled Claire in the courtroom. She’d been turned on by this persona on more than one occasion - but this was the first time she was experiencing it as “the perp”, the first time it spilled so completely into their sex life. 

Riding high on waves of desire, part of her was still surprised at how much this was frankly turning her on. She blushed to her toes as she pulled the spoon from the utensil caddy. When she handed it to Jack, who hadn‘t moved from the sofa, for a moment her embarrassment made her want to sink into the floor.

But his velvety voice purred “Good girl” at her, and the embarrassment subsided. “Now, I want you to take off your clothes … everything, but leave your panties on.”

When she was naked, he looked her up and down. “Christ, Claire, you look like sex on a stick. You should see how soaked your panties are.”

Claire blushed again. She was doing that a lot tonight.

“Put your hand in your panties and feel how wet you are.”

She was suddenly shy, and knew she shouldn’t be - she’d masturbated in front of Jack before.  She gasped as her fingers sank between her slick, swollen lips. A bolt shot through her as her fingers found her engorged clit. Unable to help herself, she began to rub, while grinding her hips against her hand. 

Jack grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.  “Tsk, tsk, little girl. I told you to see how wet you were, not try to make yourself cum.”

“I couldn’t help myself …”

“I know, baby, I know. That’s why this lesson is coming none too soon.  Now, shall we begin?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Kneel down on the sofa and lie across my lap.” When she was in position, he queried, “Comfortable?”

“Not exactly …”

“Good,” he chuckled. “Now, something is not quite right here … hmm.  I know!”

He pulled the backside of her panties down to rest just beneath the globes of her ass.  In this position, not only was her ass an easy target, but her pussy was exposed to him as well. Claire knew she was exposed, and felt silly and  vulnerable and slightly on edge.  

“I feel ridiculous, Jack.”

“Good … that’s part of it.”

His fingers lightly stroked her enflamed sex. He knew that in order to make this work for her, he needed to alternate any sense of humiliation or pain with pleasures he knew she enjoyed. He slid a finger into her and pumped in and out until she was moving in time with his hand. His hand left her then, then raised and came down on first one cheek, and then the other.  Claire cried out, not from pain - he’d tempered the first blows - but from the shock of his palm finally slapping her ass. He raised and lowered his hand, striking both cheeks in rapid succession, four more times.

Claire’s ass turned a lovely shade of light pink. He stopped the spanking for a few moments to trail his fingers lightly over the flesh he’d so recently abused. 

Claire’s mind was reeling. The first blows had shocked her. The next few were harder and had stung more than she’d anticipated. But the stinging was quickly replaced by heat, and she was aware of how sensitive they’d made her flesh now that Jack was lightly stroking her.  

“You’re doing well, sweetheart,” he told her, reaching to stroke her hair. “Ready for more?”

After a moment, Claire nodded.

He brought his hand down harder this time, repeating the succession of 5 sets of strikes then immediately sank two fingers into her pussy. He held his hand still and with the other lightly traced her ever reddening ass. Claire jumped, tightened her muscles around his fingers and began to move against him. 

“That’s it, lover. Fuck my hand … make yourself feel good.”

Claire took his words to mean he was going to let her cum. She thrust her hips back in earnest, moving faster until she was quickly approaching orgasm.  Her motion was having an impact on Jack, as well - he felt his cock beginning to stir. Remembering his earlier instruction, she begged “Please, Jack.  Please let me cum.”

Instead, he withdrew his fingers. 

“Christ, Jack, please!” she pleaded.

“But we haven’t used the wooden spoon yet, lover.”

“Jack, I don’t think I can take much more … I’m going to explode if I don’t cum soon.”

“It’s almost over, Claire. You did so well with my hand. But that was just a warm up, the spoon would have hurt more if we’d started there.” He was stroking her hair again. “Now, how many blows with the spoon do you think would be adequate to finish your lesson?”

Claire felt her face get warm again, feeling embarrassed by the request that she name her punishment. “Ten?” she replied, quietly.

“Hmm … that’s a nice round number. But let’s double it, to take care of your little attempt at making yourself cum a few moments ago.  You seem to be having a little trouble keeping your hands from doing things they‘re not supposed to do.”

Claire let out a ragged breath, mentally bracing herself for 20 - 10 blows with the spoon had seemed a lot to her, knowing he intended it to hurt even more than his hand.

“This time, I want you to count each spank out loud for me. Don’t forget what number we’re at, or we’ll start again at one.”

Claire vowed to herself she would not lose count.

Then came the first blow. She heard the spoon whistle through the air before she felt the impact.  Sharp, and more stingy than his hand. “Ow, fuck, Jack!” she exclaimed. 

“That’s not a number, Claire.”

“It hurt, Jack!”

“Say ‘one’, or say ‘red’, Claire. Those are your only options.”

She almost said ’red’, but the sting had already subsided , there were only 19 more, and then, if she was good, Jack would give her the release he‘d been denying her all night.  


“Good girl.”

And then the second strike.  “Two.”

By 6, she was gritting her teeth, as he’d increased the sting incrementally with each set of strikes.  At 10, tears sprang to her eyes and a tiny sob escaped her. He stopped to lightly stroke her burning cheeks with his fingers. 

“You should feel how hot your ass is right now. It’s a nice, deep shade of crimson,” he told her, sliding his fingers inside of her again. “You‘re taking this so well.  I‘m so proud of you, my love.”

Claire was beginning to feel raw, emotionally and physically. The spoon honestly hurt, but his fingers inside of her now felt like heaven. The joint sensations made her feel a general heat and pressure in her pussy and ass that were mingling and confusing her. She wanted it to stop, but she didn’t want it to stop. She focused on the fact that there were only 10 more to go. Surely she could handle 10 more. 

“We’re almost done, baby.  Be brave for me,” he said as he withdrew his fingers again. “What number are we on?”


“Good girl”

And then it started again. This time, he didn’t alternate the blows between each cheek.  There were two, quick and hard, on one cheek, then two quick and hard on the other.  Then three, harder, on the first cheek, and the final three on the other. Claire never failed in her count. By now, Jack was hard again.

Immediately Jack began with the praise. “You were such a good girl,” he crooned, stroking her hair and back. She was panting, her breath ragged, on the verge of tears but needing release more than she ever had before.

Jack helped her into a kneeling position and gathered her into his arms. He continued petting her, soothing her with praise, until tentatively, her mouth sought his. Jack kissed her gently at first, but she clung to him desperately, drawing strength from his lips.  He stood, then, drawing her with him, pulling her against his chest. He kissed her face, then bent and gathered her into his arms and strode confidently into their bedroom.

He laid Claire down on the bed and was quickly over her, kissing her and pressing the length of his body against hers. He slid his hand  between them and pushed three fingers into her.  Claire arched her back and moved with his rhythm.

“Look at me, Claire,” it was a gentle command. 

Her eyes fluttered open. They were wet from her tears, but desire and need were still plainly there.

“Please, Jack,” she moaned.

He nodded, “You can cum now.” he whispered.

It was all Claire needed to hear. Clinging to Jack, trying to keep her eyes open and locked with his, she crested and began to jerk and spasm. Her cries were loud - not screams, but louder than he’d ever heard her before. Jack held her, feeling her pussy contract rapidly around his fingers.  Her eyes slid closed, but he didn’t insist she open them. He kept pumping his fingers into her, knowing how badly she needed this, not wanting to lessen her pleasure after the paces he’d put her through.  He marveled at the way she’d taken everything he’d given her. 

Her orgasm lasted longer than any in her life, yet when it was over, she still did not feel satisfied.

“Please Jack, I need more.”

“I thought you might,” he replied, kissing a line down her torso. He drew her panties off of her finally, then removed his shirt.  

Claire yelped when he placed his hands beneath her ass - it was still tender. But then Jack’s mouth was on her, tasting her salty sweetness for a few moments before finding her clit with his tongue. Claire bucked against him and her hand flew to his head, pressing him harder against her. He quickly drove her to another orgasm.

He lifted his head and pushed himself up over her.  “More, baby?” 

Unable to form a coherent thought, she could only nod. Jack moved off the bed and quickly divested 
himself of his pants.  Just as quickly, he was on top of her again, parting her thighs, his cock teasing at her entry.

“I’m going to give you what you’ve wanted all night, now” he told her, thrusting deeply into her. His movements were quick and hard. Claire wrapped her legs around him and matched his pace.

“Yesssss, Jack” she moaned, “Fuck me … please don’t stop fucking me”

“Jesus, you’re so hot and wet, Claire.”

Still wound up, Claire came again, her pussy contracting delightfully around Jack’s thrusting cock. She came, and begged again  “Please don’t stop.”

He did, though, but only for the moment it took to turn Claire over onto her hands and knees. He quickly re-entered her and began pounding his cock into her pussy.  Claire matched his frantic pace, moans rising higher. She could feel his pubic hair against her sensitized ass, aware of his scrotum slapping against her in a way she’d never noticed before.

She bent her arms so her elbows were resting on the bed, changing the angle of Jack’s cock entering her. His own orgasm rapidly approaching, he reached beneath Claire and began stroking her clit. “Cum with me, lover.” It was half plea and half command. But it was all Claire needed.  Her body began to spasm and jerk, squeezing Jack’s cock so that he yelped and shot his seed into her pulsating pussy. 

They collapsed together, Jack rolling from her and pulling her into the circle of his arms.  

Claire felt spent - more so emotionally than physically. Her orgasms, so long in coming, had been intense, powerful, almost soul-shaking. Jack had pushed her further than she’d ever imagined letting anyone push her, but he’d made sure she’d experienced blinding pleasure the whole time, as well. She had no idea where it had all come from, but she couldn’t deny he’d just given her one of the hottest nights of her life.

He was stroking her softly, kissing her face, murmuring words of love and praise in her ear.  His hand stroked down her back and she jumped when his fingers lightly played across her still-sensitive ass. 

“It’s still so warm, baby.” He told her.  “Do you want to feel?”

Claire nodded and reached behind herself.


“You should have felt it earlier,” he told her, still lightly stroking, kissing her softly.

Claire kissed him back. “Jesus, Jack” she breathed.  “I can’t even …”

“I know, baby.  You were amazing.”

Little ripples of pleasure were still coursing through her body. Her every nerve ending seemed alight. Jack was stroking her side, and then her back. Rather than soothe her, it merely stoked the embers of her desire until Jack realized Claire’s hips were still lightly gyrating against him.   He smoothed the hair away from her face and asked “Do you still need more, my love?”

She did. She wasn’t sure why, after the incredibly intense series of orgasms she just had, but she did. 
She nodded against his chest, shy and unaccustomed to this kind of need.  He held her with one arm as the other moved between them, seeking her enflamed sex.  His thick fingers sank into her. She moaned as he began to stroke them in and out.  It didn’t take long before she was convulsing in his arms.  

Overwhelmed, some small thing snapped inside Claire - the intensity of what she’d just experienced, how vulnerable and exposed she’d felt throughout. She began to convulse and let out a sob before the tears came. For a moment, Jack panicked, sure he’d pushed her too far in the heat of the moment.

“Jesus, Claire, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling her tighter.

She shook her head, clinging to him, “N-no, Jack.  It’s … it’s not bad.” She managed through her sobs. “It was … just all so i-intense … overwhelming.”

He breathed a heavy sight of relief. “I love you, Claire … I would never want to truly hurt you.”

“You di-didn’t” she hiccoughed, beginning to get a hold on her emotions. “Just hold me for a while?”

He held her until her crying ceased, and still didn’t leave her. Eventually she brought her hand to his face and raised her head to look at him.

“Thank you,” she told him. “I don’t think I can put into words how I feel, how good that was. I love you.”

“Love you, too. Will you be alright now if I leave you for a few minutes?

“I’m a puddle, Jack. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I’ll be fine.”

She admired his ass as he disappeared into the bathroom. Still not capable of much in the way of abstract thought, she was content to lie there, feeling little aftershocks still occasionally rippling through her body.  She heard him fumbling around in there, and soon the bath water was running. In a few moments he was sitting next to her on the bed, stroking her hair. 

“Do you think you’re ready to move?” he asked, voice gentle yet tinged with the slightest air of amusement.

“Think so,” she replied.  When she was standing, she confessed, “still a little wobbly.”

Jack scooped her up and kissed her quickly before carrying her into the bath. He’d lit the several candles Claire kept scattered around the bathroom and the tub was filling with her favorite jasmine scented bubbles. He set her down and helped her step into the deep claw-foot tub.  

“I’ll get you another scotch. Neat? Or rocks?”

“Rocks, please, this time, thank you.”

When he returned with her drink, her body was submerged beneath the mass of bubbles, her arms draped over the sides of the tub, head back, eyes closed, a contented smile on her face.  He stood with his shoulder against the door frame, watching her for several long moments. He shifted, and she heard the clink of the ice in the glass and opened an eye to look at him.


“Hi,” he replied, handing her the drink. He moved to leave her to soak.”

“You’re not going to join me?”

“I thought you might like a few moments alone.”

She shook her head.  “I want to be close to you.”

“Scoot forward,” he said, stepping into the tub and sinking into the water behind her. She leaned back against his chest and sighed heavily, taking a sip of her drink. 

They sat quietly soaking, occasionally sipping their drinks, their other hands entwined on the side of the tub. Claire sighed again. Jack kissed her temple.  “What are you thinking?” He asked.

“What a fantastic fuck you are.”

He chuckled. “It’s not just me.” He brought their hands to his lips and kissed her fingertips.  “It was really OK? I wasn’t too rough?”

She shook her head. “The spoon hurt, but your fingers inside me made it hurt so good.” 

They fell silent again, both thinking about their experience of those moments. Jack was thinking of the incomparable view of her gorgeous back side, the feel of his fingers inside her dripping wet pussy, watching her shamelessly move on his hand in between the strikes with the spoon. Claire was thinking of Jack’s fingers probing deep inside of her, her face flushed with embarrassment, ass on fire from the blows, and the combination the warring sensations had created within her. 

Claire turned slightly, offering her lips to Jack. His mouth closed over hers.  The kiss deepened and Claire shifted so she was lying chest to chest with Jack.  She felt his cock jump between them. 

“Again, Jack?” she asked huskily.

“Only if you want to.” 

She continued kissing him, lightly stroking his hardening cock. When he was ready, he lifted her slightly and brought her back down, letting her slowly guide him into her. 

They were gentle and languid this time, both desiring the connection more than the eventual release.  They simply kissed and touched until the water started to cool. 

They left the tub and dried off then, and returned to the bedroom. They turned out the lights and got into bed, finding each other in the dark. 

Several moments passed before Claire whispered, “I love you, Jack … even when you’re mean.”

Claire felt the rumble of his chuckling inside her.  “I think after tonight,” he said, kissing her deeply, “maybe you love me especially when I’m mean.”

They both felt her pussy contract.

“Hmmm, see?” he told her, still chuckling.

Claire kissed him in response, gripping him tightly to her with her arms and her leg slung over his hip.  He rolled her to her back and began to thrust more swiftly. 

“Look at me, Claire,” this time half plea, half command. Her eyes flew open and locked with his. They moved with each other, never losing eye contact, until they came again together. 

Jack rolled away, drawing Claire with him so her head lay on his chest. His satisfied sigh ended with a little moan.

“Pleased with yourself?”

“Not as much as you are,” he teased.

 She poked him in the ribs.

“Careful, little girl. Didn’t you just learn this lesson?” he said ominously, grabbing her hand.

“What, that if I’m a ‘bad girl’ eventually I get fantastic orgasms?”

Jack laughed. “Touché,” and kissed her head. “Wiseass.”

Her chuckle joined his in the darkness. Finally they lay quiet, listening to each others’ breathing until each drifted off to sleep.

Bound & Determined

Authors Note: 
This is a snippet of a longer piece I wrote, "Beginnings". I wrote "Beginnings" after finishing "Highwire", in an attempt to re-set Jack and Claire's relationship to its beginning and pin its trajectory to the hints dropped by the writers and actors on Law & Order. I couldn't resurrect the full "Beginnings" novel-length story, but I found this piece from it in one of my hand-written journals.  


“Hey, Jack,” came a voice from his right as he hung his coat in the closet by the door.

Jack McCoy  turned to see his girlfriend and colleague, Claire Kincaid, smiling at him from the doorway to his kitchen.

“How did you get in?” he asked.

“I sweet talked your doorman. He didn’t think you’d mind, as much as I come and go lately.” She paused. This wasn’t the warm reception she’d been expecting. “I’m sorry, Jack. I didn’t think you’d mind, either, but it’s obvious you do.”

“Did I say that?”

“You aren’t kissing me already like you would be if you were happy to see me,” she thought. “I can see that you’re upset, and it seems to be upset with me. What is it?”

“When did you get back?”

“Around 3:00 this afternoon.”

He nodded, following her into the kitchen.

“I took an earlier flight, and thought I’d surprise you with dinner.”

“Some kind of penance?”

Maybe now she’d find out what was bothering him.  “For what?”

“For flying to Washington without letting me know?” he replied. “I felt like an idiot waiting for you at Leonardo’s. And I was frantic when I didn’t hear from you. I finally called the office to see if anyone had heard from you, and then told me where you‘d gone. ”

“I’m sorry, Jack. You were in chambers when I got the message from Hassan’s attorney. She was out of her mind because he was practically on a plane back to Afghanistan thanks to INS. Without him we have no case … and you know what happens to him as soon as he’s back there.  You would have done the same thing, and you know it.”

“I would have left a note.”

This wasn’t the way this evening was supposed to go. She hadn’t expected anger, and now she was getting annoyed with him, because she’d missed him and wanted a nice night together - not a fight. “I tried calling last night. The machine was full”

“I was out.”

“I noticed.  Where were you?”

“A bar.” He folded his arms and leaned against the counter.

“Jack,” she began, trying to keep her voice even, trying to diffuse whatever time bomb was waiting for her.  “You’re right, I’m sorry.  I should have figured out some way to let  you know. It was just so rushed and last minute, I barely had time to come home and toss overnight clothes into a suitcase before getting on the train.”

She advanced toward him and Jack let her wrap her arms around his midsection as she looked up at him.
“Forgive me?” she queried softly, peering up at him intently.

Many thoughts swirled in his head. Part of him was still angry, because he’d been so needlessly worried when she’d failed to meet him at the restaurant. It was the first time she’d stood him up since their short, intense relationship had begun a few months earlier, when she had come to him, initiating both of their initial encounters. He knew he should trust her intentions more by now, but behind that arrogant façade, part of him still expected her to come to her senses and leave him. When she never arrived for dinner, his first thought was that she was pulling away from him. The force of the loss he felt, sitting in their favorite restaurant, had overwhelmed him. He knew he was reacting poorly, punishing her for inadvertently hurting him.

Looking down at her upturned face, eyes full of concern and enough contrition to satisfy his male pride, he cursed his insecurity .  “A woman doesn’t look at a man that way, McCoy,” he told himself, “doesn’t bribe your doorman to surprise you with dinner if she’s half way out the door. Give over … she loves you.”

“I love you, Claire,” he heard his voice say.

“I love you, Jack … and I am sorry,” she said forcefully, without an iota of hesitation.

Jack’s mood visibly lightened.

“You doubted that?” she queried, understanding the meaning written all over his face.

She didn’t give him a chance to reply, instead raising to her toes to kiss beneath his chin. Jack dipped his head and their lips met. It was a gentle, deliberate, possessive kiss with which they tried to convey their emotions to one another; Jack claiming Claire with his lips, Claire offering herself to him with hers. Their tongues met momentarily before Jack pulled his head back, looking at her intently.

“I was worried something might have happened to you. You aren’t usually late without calling,” he told her. Indeed, those had been his first thoughts. Thinking something had happened to her had staggered him. He didn’t tell her the other part - that he’d been afraid it meant she was leaving him, afraid of appearing too vulnerable.

“I’m sorry.”

He smiled suddenly. “I suppose I’ll forgive you … since you’ve gone to soo much trouble.”

Claire smiled back. Jack was like that sometimes. He didn’t like discussing his feelings, rarely did until some situation forced his hand, and then it was like some cathartic therapy: hard, but once complete he moved on quickly.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Linguine with pesto, roasted chicken breast, broccoli, Caesar salad … ok?”



An hour later, a well-fed Jack McCoy sat on his sofa, feet up on the coffee table, hand with a scotch glass resting in his lap.

Finished cleaning up from dinner, Claire slid next to him on the sofa. Jack draped his free arm around her. The beginning of their dinner conversation consisted of Jack updated Claire on case statuses from meetings she’d missed  in her absence while she informed him of the argument she’d made to prevent Hassan’s deportation and assure his extradition to New York. But shop talk was over.

“I wish you would have been home last night when I called … we could have had a much more pleasant start to this evening,” she told him.

“Oh … I don’t know … I’d say it worked out in the end.”

“You say that like it’s almost over.”

“Are you staying the night?” he asked, hopefully.

“I was hoping you’d want me to.”

Jack nodded. “Stay. I want you to,” he said and stood, holding hi hand out to her.  “Come to bed?” it was only half a question.

Claire slipped her hand into his and he helped her up.

In his bedroom, Jack lit the trio of candles on his dresser -a tribute to Claire’s female influence. As a pleasant glow suffused the room, Jack sat at the end of his bed, taking Claire by the hand and bringing her close in front of him. He smiled at her, close-lipped and eyes crinkling at the corners. Claire didn’t know it yet, but that smiled signaled the beginnings of an idea forming in Jack’s brain.

“We’re going to try something a little different,” he thought to himself.

“What am I going to do with you?” Claire asked him softly, taking his face in her hands.

Jack shrugged and pulled her against him, catching her lips in a kiss that shook them both with its intensity. The current still running strong between them, they eased out of the kiss to regard each other, lust clearly rising in both. In a moment, they were again engulfed in a fiery kiss. In a moment, Jack was pushing Claire away again - something she did often enough to him to signal a change in pace or activity - and smiled inwardly at the look of confusion on her face: the look that generally belonged to him.

“I missed you,” he confessed,” I was worried for a while there that something …I couldn’t bear it if something were to happen to you.”

“I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“I know, babe… I’m just a little cranky because I got so little sleep.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t sleep very well last night, either.”

“No? Why not?”

She laid her hands on his shoulder and moved in a little closer.

“Because there was something I would rather have been doing.  In a different bed.   I kept thinking that if I hadn’t had to come to DC, I’d probably be making love to you. That’s when I tried to call.”

“Mmmm, I see.  Hoping for a little phone sex?” 

Claire blushed. She’d never had phone sex before, had never really seen the point, but the thought had crossed her mind as she’d laid in bed alone, missing Jack - Jack, whose voice was enough to excite her.

“I didn’t say that …” she stammered.

“The red in your cheeks tells me it’s true,” he replied. “What were you thinking you were wanting?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, turning a deeper shade of crimson.

“Why does this embarrass me?” she wondered to herself.

“How did you think it would work?” he asked her.  “What did you think we would do?”

Claire shrugged. “I was hoping you’d have some ideas.”

Jack wasn’t going to let her get away with being so vague. “You must have had some idea what would go on?” he prodded, pulling her against his chest.

She tried to avoid looking at him, embarrassed by his questions - embarrassed more by her own desires. But he turned her face to his and looked directly into her eyes.

“I thought we would … I don’t know … talk about what we like to do when … when we’re together … what do you think?”

“Nice … but you know what I would have liked?”  He asked, happy to take the lead given her shy reticence. Shy wasn’t an emotion he was used to seeing on Claire’s face.  It was more than just adorable - it was an incredible turn-on.

Claire shook her head. Jack was holding her very, very close and she noted her heart rate had increased and breathing had grown more shallow.

“I would have liked to have you close your eyes … get undressed and let me tell you how to touch yourself. To pretend my hands were touching you … God, it would have been hot to listen to you cum from that.”

Claire nodded in agreement and leaned in to kiss him.

“Would you like that, baby? Would you do what I told you? Would you touch your breasts when I told you to? Play with your nipples? Would you slip your hand down and massage your clit for me? Slide your fingers inside and pump in and out until you came for me?”

Claire was breathing even more heavily now, a warm, glowing pressure starting in her stomach and spreading lower.  “Yes … yes, Jack,” she replied, Jack’s words having their desire effect.  “All of that … anything.”

“Stand up straight, babe,” he whispered, voice low, attempting to check his own desire as the image of Claire making herself cum at his command overcame him.

“I want you to take off your shirt, Claire,” he told her. “Slowly.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him, but complied, drawing it slowly over her head. Jack smiled at the way her nipples hardened beneath the fabric of her bra as she grew cooler. He stood up and moved behind to unhook her the clasp. He laid his palms on her back and slid upward to her shoulders, easing her bra straps down.

“I would love to hear touching yourself for me,” he told her, “Love to see it.” he added, kissing her shoulders as his hands slid town to cup her breasts.

Claire sighed and he leaned back into Jack’s heat. Their discussion of phone sex, in particular the notion that Jack would be instructing Claire how to tease and pleasure herself had given Jack an idea. When he felt Claire lean back against him, he let go of her breasts and stepped back, then moved in front of her before she could turn to him.

Claire moved to embrace him, but he gently blocked it, grasping her wrists just as her arms were about to encircle his neck. The look of confusion flashed across her face.

“Let’s play a little game,” Jack suggested as he sat on the edge of the bed.

What sort of game?”

“Like what we were just talking about … but in person.”

“You want to watch me … touch myself?”

“Hell yes, and I’d pay good money to see it,” he thought to himself.

“What I want - for now - is to watch you strip for me,” he told her, “Start taking your jeans off, very slowly … just undo the button and zipper for now.”

Claire did so and jack delighted as the satiny-lavender of her panties were revealed between the open sides of the zipper.

“Now, in a circle .. Turn in a circle, slowly.”

Claire completed the revolution. She knew she was blushing at the way Jack was looking at her … his eyes filled with lust and affection, tinged with a hint of possessiveness Claire had never seen from him before … and it excited her.

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for more direction.

Now, turn around and face the other direction.” When she had done so, he continued. “Now, I want you to ease your jeans off, very slowly, and bend forward a little while you peel them down your thighs.”

Jack smiled as Claire did his bidding, slowly revealing her satin-clad behind, the sweet swell of flesh where her legs met her ass cheeks, the backs of her creamy thighs, and eventually both legs in their entirety.

“Now turn back to me,” Jack commanded softly.

Claire stepped out of her jeans and turned to face him, arms resting lightly at her sides.

“Perfect,” Jack told her, making sure she noticed how thoroughly he perused her body, “It still amazes me how beautiful you are.”

No one had ever made her feel as beautiful as Jack did when they made love. He spoke to and looked at her like he’d never seen anyone as exquisite. It always surprised her because Jack was not he most romantic man she’d ever met, and certainly wasn’t prone to flowery prose. Maybe that’s why it was so effective.

“Come here,” he beckoned.

Claire moved closer and Jack let his hands come to rest atop her hiops.

“Now what?” she asked him quietly, stroking his soft grey hair with one hand.

Her nipples were inches from Jack’s face. He couldn’t resist the darkened nubs, already hardened from the chill in the room, and from the excitement of being watched and instructed. He kissed each rosey tip before turning Claire around in front of him.

He ran his hands over her back, sliding his palms over her behind. Claire loved the attention he was paying her. His words were firm and gently commanding, but his caresses were light, almost teasing. The combination of the two were already having a devastating effect on her and they’d barely even begun. Soon his lips were trailing slowly, lightly up her spine, sending shivers throughout her body until he was standing up behind her, planting fluttering kisses along her shoulders and neck.

“That feels wonderful, lover,” she told him.


More kisses. He pushed her hair aside and nuzzled the back of her neck all the way up to her hairline, then let her hair fall back into place and continued worshipping the her smooth shoulders. He slipped his hands under her arms and reached around her to toy maddeningly with her nipples, exulting as they grew larger and more taut beneath the dexterous moving of his fingers.

“Close your eyes, Claire,” he whispered.

Claire closed here eyes and in a moment it seemed as though the sensations of Jack kissing and caressing her had magnified.

“If I told you to keep your eyes closed no matter what, could you do it?” he asked her, trailing his fingers up and down her arms. “Do you trust me enough?”

“Of course I trust you, lover,” she told him, her eyes still shut. “But I’m not sure … I like watching you.  I don’t know if I could keep them closed … why?”

“I’d like to see how you react to my touch when all you can do is feel and you don’t know what I’m going to do next.”

Claire had fantasized a few times about what it would be like to be blindfolded during lovemaking and the thought of the heightened attention to her other senses had always thrilled her. “Do you want to blindfold me?”

The question and the excitement he saw flickering in her eyes told him she wasn’t going to need much in the way of persuasion. He swallowed hard and nodded, realizing an instant later that in her question and his response to it, some of his control was slipping away.

He took a breath, smiled wickedly at her and moved past her to the bedside table.

He opened and shut the drawer and a moment later returned to Claire with a soft black satin sleep mask, given to him by Liz Olivet several months previously after a conversation about his occasional insomnia.

“Ok?” he asked, raising his hands above Claire’s head.

“Yes, Jack.”

Gingerly, he lowered the mask so that it covered Claire’s eyes.

“Can you see?”

“No.” she replied, and indeed she could not. It was slightly disconcerting. Jack moved closer to her and she was comforted by the heat radiating from his body.

“You look so sexy,” he whispered near her ear, and she shivered as his breath hit her neck.  Claire felt her heart beginning to breathe faster.

“I love you mouth,” Jack told her and she started as his lips unexpectedly met hers.  “Your lips are so soft and warm.”

He lowered his lips to the base of her throat. He moved behind her and she felt the hair prickle on the back of her neck at what she could sense but could not see. She arched her back as his fingers reached out to race her spine. He kissed between her shoulder blades then moved away from her.


“Back in a sec, babe.”

Left standing, presumably alone, Claire could not help but feel self-conscious to a degree:  naked, vulnerable, unable to see.

When Jack returned - he’d gone to retrieve the belt from his robe - he padded silently up behind Claire.

“Miss me?”  Claire jumped. Jack chuckled and picked up her hand. “Come with me.”

Carefully, he steered Claire toward his bed. “Okay, lover?” he asked her.

“Wonderful, Jack,” she had barely finished before he’d swept her feet out from underneath her. She squealed as she felt her body being lifted, turned, and cradled against Jack’s chest.

“You could warn me!”

“But you’re not supposed to know what’s coming next, remember?”

He lay her down and laid down next to her. The feel of his clothes against her, sight taken away, made her more acutely aware of her own nakedness. Claire sighed as Jack leaned over to kiss her, moaning softly as he reached out to toy with an already stiffened nipple.

After several moments of deep kissing, Jack moved to straddle Claire, beginning a devastating assault of her neck with his lips and tongue before going after her lips once more. He massaged his way down her shoulders and arms and reaching her hands, slipped his fingers between hers. When he felt her fingers close over his own, he slowly drew her arms back over her head.

He kissed his way over to her ear, “I want to share a fantasy with you.”

“I thought you already were?” she asked. He knew by her voice that had her eyes been visible, they would be dancing mischievously at him.

He chuckled. “Oh, there’s more to it, babe, if  you’re willing.”

“Tell me, Jack.”

“I want to tie you to the bed … just your wrists.  Kiss and lick and fondle you until you’re begging me to fuck you … to use my fingers … whatever it takes to make you cum. And then I want to make  you cum over and over until you beg me to stop. I don’t want to hurt or humiliate you … just tease you when you can’t touch me back,” he whispered, kissing her earlobe and sucking lightly for a moment.  “You won’t be able to distract me, to drive me so crazy with your touch that I have to be inside you. Are you game?”

“Yes, Jack,” she breathed.  “I have to admit, I’ve had this fantasy before.”

He kissed her.  “I love you, Claire.”

“Love you, too.”


Claire nodded.

Jack knotted one end of his robe’s belt around Claire’s left wrist, ran the other through several slats of his head board and wrapped it around her right wrist, securing her hands to the bed.


Claire tugged at the bonds.  They weren't too tight, but she definitely wasn't going anyway. That knowledge made her stomach flip, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting lower. “It’s fine, Jack.”


In a moment, Claire felt jack get  up.  “I need to get something from the kitchen.”

 “Hurry, please.”

Alone, immobilized, Claire was struck by the degree to which she felt vulnerable.  “Breathe, Claire,” she told herself. She knew she had nothing to worry about - Jack loved and cherished her and would never intentionally do her harm. Excitement and anticipation were stronger than fear she felt as evidenced by the rapid pace of her heart, the shortness of her breath, and the tingle between her thighs.

It seemed like many moments had gone by since Jack had left her, when in reality it had been a minute or so. He returned quietly, hoping for a few moments to marvel at Claire without her knowledge of his presence. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a bottle of wine in one hand, two glasses in the other.

He smiled to himself, wondering if Claire was aware that her hips were gyrating ever so slightly against her bed. He moved and set his booty down on the night stand.


“I’m back, babe.”

“What did you get?”

“Some wine.”

Suddenly his hand slipped between  her thighs to cup her womanly softness.

“Oh!” Claire gasped, then moaned softly as  his hand increased its pressure.

“I think you’re going to enjoy this very much, he whispered softly, his voice suddenly very close to her ear, “I know I will.”

She heard him pouring wine into their glasses, then his hand was behind her head, tilting it up.  “Drink,” he said, bringing the glass to her lips, tilting back slowly.  He was careful, yet some wine spilled from the side of her lips, running down her chin and throat.  He put the glass down and bent to lick her clean.  Claire sighed deeply.  She felt his warm breath against her chest and then a sharp, wet tugging on her nipple that told her Jack had enclosed the hardened nub between his lips.

“Mmmmm,” Claire sighed.

He rested his hand over her panties again, and began rubbing back and forth, tantalizing her sex, igniting every nerve ending in her lush body, each one alive with feeling to make up for the loss of sight.  When she began to push back against his hand, body demanding more, Jack removed the hand. Claire whimpered. He released her nipple and Claire moaned softly when he captured the other between his warm, moist lips. 

Claire felt him stretching for something and heard him fumbling in the table next to the bed. She heard the pop of a plastic bottle opening and wondered which of the oils/lotions they’d purchased he had retrieved. The cool liquid he drizzled onto each nipple quickly turned warm as he began to softly rub it into the hardened rosy nubs, and she knew he had grabbed the almond flavored love oil.

He stood suddenly and Claire could hear him undressing, though much of her attention was focused on the tingling in her nipples. The bed sagged again as he moved himself between her legs. His mouth closed over a nipple again. “Mmmmmm,” he sighed as Claire moaned. He continued licking until the almond flavoring was gone. Then he moved to suckle the other. Eventually his moist tongue began making its way down her torso.

Instantly Claire’s mind began to reel. She knew exactly what was coming next -so she thought- and never had she anticipated it so much. The thought of Jack’s tongue working its magic on her enflamed womanhood made her anxious for the sensation’ she needed it, needed him to love her with his mouth, more than she ever had before.

She arched up involuntarily as his tongue reached the top of her panties. For a moment, re relented and kissed his way farther down, sucking briefly on Claire’s heated sex through her panties.

The respite was brief, and he moved further down, kissing and licking his way from her left knee, up her inner thigh, to the sensitive flesh where her leg joined her hidden secret.  She wanted to snake her hand down into his hair, the way she usually did when he pleasured her with his mouth, to stop the teasing and press his face against her. It suddenly hit her what the immobilization of her hands meant. He could do anything he wanted to her, tease her, drive her crazy, and she could do nothing about it.

He stopped briefly to nuzzle the sweet flesh before moving down to begin again with her right leg. He moved more slowly this time, and when he finally reached her inner thigh, he hooked a finger in each side of her panties, and gently eased them off of her.

“Jack, oh God, please!” she moaned, imploring him.

“Not yet,” he soothed softly, then began again with her left knee, moving slower still. The restraint was taxing him almost as much as it was taxing Claire, who was whimpering now, completely consumed with her need. She felt she would die if he aroused her further but granted no release when he finally eased her thighs apart.

She felt his fingers on her, strong, firm, soothing, parting the petals of her feminine flower, darting his tongue inside her, sliding it in as deeply as he could. He pumped in and out several times before he stopped, his face hovering just above her. Claire could feel his hot breath caressing her naked flesh.

Claire felt shameless with need.  “Jack … please!”

“What, babe?”

“Please … make me cum … I can’t … I need to cum.”

Jack gave in, licking his way up to her engorged female jewel. He circled round and round with his tongue, one handing resting on the flesh above her swollen nub. To her surprise, she did not instantly begin to cum. Instead, Claire’s hips pushed up against him. With his other hand he slid two fingers into her, letting them sink deeply in, then holding still. As he’d anticipated, Claire began to move against his hand, her hips guiding his fingers in and out of her hot, honeyed sheath even as he continue laving her clit with his tongue.

When her rhythm steadied, he began pumping his fingers in time with her thrusting hips. He sucked her engorged pearl into his mouth and at last, Claire began to shudder. It began as a slight shiver and worked its way to a shake until Claire’s body was wracked with spasms of release. She cried out, sobbing Jack’s name as he continued the ministrations of his fingers and tongue, working her into a frenzied, extended orgasm, easing up as it began to subside, easing her down from the precipice as slowly and thoroughly as he’d brought her up and over it.

At last, Claire lay sated, thoroughly spent, panting and sighing in her contentment. Jack reached up and loosened her wrists and removed the blindfold, then pulled her into his arms, stroking her body as tremors still coursed through her every now and again. When she finally opened her eyes, he was staring at her intently.

“You were amazing,” he told her.

“It felt so good.”

“I could tell.”

“I thought I was going to go out of my mind when you were teasing me … and it drove me crazy that I couldn‘t do anything about it.”

“But beg,” he reminded her.

She nodded.

“It was really hot to push you like that,“ he whispered, then drew her in for a long, deep kiss.

“Mmmm,” Claire sighed into the kiss just before they eased apart. Jack trailed kisses down the column of her throat. When he reached the crook of her neck, he began sucking lightly.

After a moment, Claire laughed and shrugged him away. “Hey!  Trying to give me a hickey?”

“No,” he breathed against her neck, reaching her earlobe and lightly sucking the sweet fleshy mass for several seconds before continuing, “I just love tasting your skin after you cum. I love all the different ways you taste … your lips, your skin, your cum.”

Her body was tingling. She didn’t notice when it happened, but Jack had begun lightly toying with her nipples. She still felt very, very warm.

Her heat did not go unnoticed by Jack.  “Your body’s still so hot, babe.”

“In more ways than one.”

“Oh, yes? He queried, trailing one hand down her torso and slipped it between her thighs to cup her moist, engorged flesh.  He began rubbing back and forth, letting a finger slip between the folds as he did so. Claire sighed.

Jack slipped two fingers swiftly into her. Claire moaned and her eyes fluttered closed as he began to pump in and out.

“You weren’t kidding,” he told her when her back arched, urging his fingers deeper. Intrigued, Jack wondered exactly how far she’d let him push her before her more aggressive nature returned, before she stopped letting him toy with her and demanded more.  Though he’d released her bonds, Claire lay with her arms back against the pillow, her legs parted wide, accommodating Jack’s hand as his fingers probed her depths. She thrust back at him, gyrating her hips as he pushed his fingers in and out.

“Hold still, babe” Jack whispered, leaning in.

“I can’t, Jack,” she gasped, breath ragged.

“Shhh … you can, Claire.”  He bent over and kissed her neck, his other hand beginning to tease a nipple.  “Don’t move or I’ll stop doing this,” he whispered, his command punctuated by an increase in the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of her.

“God, Jack … please don’t stop.” she pleaded, incapable of ceasing movement.

But he did stop, withdrawing his hand completely.  Claire inhaled sharply through her teeth, feeling the empty ache. 

“If you can’t control yourself, maybe you need even more,” he told her.  Suddenly there was a pressure on her again, and Claire felt Jack beginning to push his fingers back into her. This time, there was more pressure and when she felt her body accept him she knew he’d pushed a third finger into her.

“Jack!” she gasped, startled by the initial shock of being so full. It was awkward, slightly painful upon entry, but soon gave way to an intense heat that permeated the rest of her body as she opened to him.

Jack, watching her very intently, had seen the momentary pain flash across her face. “Babe, do you want me to stop?” he asked, not prepared for how strangled his voice sounded with his worry.

“No!” she cried.  “Was that me?” she wondered to herself

Holding his hand still, Jack leaned over and kissed Claire’s throat, then readjusted so that he might pay loving attention to her nipples.

When several moments had passed, Jack felt Claire begin to move her hips. Taking the hint, he slowly withdrew his fingers and thrust forward again.

As before, a look passed over Claire’s face. This time, however, it was one of pure bliss. His rhythm grew more rapid. He eased back to watch Claire’s face. Abandoned to everything but the pleasure given her by her lover, Claire’s face shown with rapture. Jack’s breath caught and he exhaled, a long, strangled sigh. Claire was being driven to heights she’d never known before, but he wasn’t sure he’d last much longer. In ecstasy, she was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. Suddenly her dark eyes came open, smoldering at him.

“Christ Jack, please.”

“What, babe?  What do you want?” he asked, genuinely unaware of what precisely she needed in that moment. He was pumping faster now, his own excitement nearly strangling him.

“I need you, Jack … need to have you inside me, hard, fast.”

Suddenly, he regretted that he’d remained clothed, there was so much to remove before he could be inside her Claire the way she wanted - the way he wanted. He struggled free of his clothing as quickly as possible, tearing at buttons as he worked. When he was naked, Jack laid out against the bed and pulled Claire astride him, and bringing her in for a  heated, intense kiss.

“Show me,” he breathed hotly against her mouth.  “Show me what you want … what you need.”

Claire reached between them and guided him into her hot, honeyed depths. She braced her self with a hand on either side of her head as she began to raise and lower herself. She was slow and deliberate at first, raising up until Jack almost slid out of her, then lowering again and grinding momentarily before beginning to rise. 

Jack grabbed her head in his hands and kissed her, hard.  Claire began to ride faster then, raising up to grip the head board, more solid than the mattress, for increased leverage for her movements.  Jack gripped her hips, driving her faster on him until she arched backward, head thrown back with abandon as she experienced another blindingly intense orgasm.

Still hard, still deep in side her, Jack flipped their positions and began to piston his hips against her, needing to cum now, no longer able to hold back after such restraint.

“Look at me, Claire,” Jack commanded, and her eyes flew open. When he saw her eyes roll back, another orgasm approaching, he slammed into her harder, crying out just before she did, collapsing on top of her, deeply sated.

Claire held him against her breast, stroking his hair, until they were both able to breathe normally. 

“Hmmmmm …. Where did all of that come from?”  Claire asked, amazed by Jack’s new sense of adventure.  She felt the rumble in his chest.

“I wanted to make sure you couldn’t get away,” he chuckled. 

“I’ll tell you a secret” she said softly, still stroking his hair.

“Hmmm, what’s that?”

“When you doing that to me, the last thing I am thinking about is trying to get away.” 

“I guess that means I should do that more often.”

“Mmmmm, yes, please,” she purred, snuggling closer.