Jack purred against her words, most entirely drunken with the thought of himself inside of her once more, for reconciles sake. But his lust for her had been much more than just a pick me up after several years at sea without a woman to toy with him all the while. Rosalyn Black had been a mysterious woman since the day he'd first laid eyes on her in London those many years ago, but she'd never once left him unsatisfied. Confused, but satisfied.
He widened his eyes with satisfaction written smug across his face. She'd taken to a more strict role than she'd usually portrayed. Striding in front of him showing off her delectable view had him awestricken. He only caught himself to follow along when he'd noticed she were much further away than he even realized. Hurrying to close the space between them, Jack followed her into the room, hearing the lock of the door behind them. A wicked smile grew on his face, both enticed and nervous for what would soon follow.
Sit. Her voice was commanding and sharp, reminding him of a time she'd taken a liking to teasing him beyond his imagination. Jack hadn't jumped to the order right away. He made sure to take his time walking over to the corner, turning on his foot to face her before allowing himself to succumb to her wishes. A more serious look formed on his face, not sure what she could be formulating in that devious mind of hers. But without making her wait too long, he'd finally sat down and watched her take over.
His eyes grew heavy while she'd entranced him with her voice. Jack had never been one for listening, especially when he was feeling the sensations he were running through his body. But he perked up suddenly at the word punishment.
Before he had a moment to even respond to her, she'd commanded a second order. Being a smart ass he grinned, "Sitting?" Jack dared test the waters with her, even if he just teased with the idea of disobeying her.
Jack listened, removing each article of clothing he had layered over him. Not an easy task for a man who dressed like Captain Jack.
Jack had pushed down his pants, letting them fall by his ankles. He looked up at her, watching her rummage around, stroking himself while he observed. His eyes lit up at the strange golden piece she'd revealed. Jack felt the blood rushing even more to his cock when she pushed it inside of her. An audible moan erupted from his lips, stroking at a slow and steady pace.
The more items she'd taken out of that drawer, the more confused he became. One looked familiar at least in it's shape, but the other had puzzled him completely. He was somewhat relieved when she'd tossed the cock looking thing to the bed, but she still had that other device in her hand while she moved in his direction.
"What are you planning to do with....that?" Jack pointed with his free hand. Answering his question, she pressed the vibrator against him, seizing him from stroking all together. Her words were crystal clear. He was not allowed to touch himself, or really move for that matter. Jack smiled, "Well I haven't the proper name by which to call you by, for which you should know is key in our little game, eh?"
Jack rested his head back for a moment, strangely enjoying the sensations she had bestowed upon him. "But by all means, aye. With the exception of," Jack gripped his cock in his hand once more and tested her once more. "Though I'm sure that can be reconfigured, i'nt that right, Miss Black?"
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