Crybaby

Jack hummed in appreciation. "My good girl," they said softly, their voice low, hungry.

Those two little words always had the biggest impact on me, and with Jack being so possessive over them, over me, I could scarcely breathe. My chest felt tight, a steady thrumming between my legs guiding my hands forward as I slowly, teasingly, pulled the red fabric of my dress away.

Jack's eyes drank me up like I was fine wine, all of my round stomach, my thick, dimpled thighs. They hummed in approval of my black lace panties and the matching bra.

"Such a beautiful girl," Jack said under their breath, more for them than for me.

They were moving then, looping layers of rope over the bars of their suspension rig and forming tight knots strategically along the metal. I unclasped my bra, pulling it away from myself and watching for their approval. Jack smiled, nodded gently, and I moved to slip out of my underwear.

"Come here," Jack said when I finished.

They guided me down to the floor once I was in front of them, kissing me deeply. Their hands roamed over my skin as I was laid on the soft blanket, Jack's weight hovering above me. They kissed me everywhere, their mouth enveloping my nipple and sucking, hard and fast, as they traveled downward. I gripped the blanket in my fist and moaned, focused entirely on them. I wanted so badly to please them that I nearly forgot this was meant to be for me, but Jack made sure to remind me when they took the first bundle of rope in their hands.

Jack was different at times like this. Their eyes lit up like boiling caramel, their whole body taught, ready to pounce. I loved them this way, all James Dean bravado wrapped up in Levi's. They moved quickly, gripping both my wrists and hoisting them above my head. The rope followed, slithering over my skin. The jute was well-conditioned, soft and supple against my wanting flesh, and my eyes fluttered shut in reverence.

I was foolish to think I could ever leave this. I felt Jack all around me as more and more rope followed suit. My waist, my chest, my thighs and ankles were all tied and slowly hoisted up into the air. Jack had shifted me in the move, my stomach facing the ground, my hair falling down and tickling my cheeks. I felt weightless, my body suspended as though floating through space. Jack moved away once I was secure in the air, letting me float amongst the rope as it held me. I had no clue how much time we spent there in perfect silence, but the whole time I felt Jack's eyes on me, leaving my skin warm, electric as I focused on my breath in meditative quiet.

It was so different from Jaime. The light friction of the rope felt like the brush of Jack's fingers on my skin. There was no animosity, no ill will. What brutality there may have been with them, and what I may ask for later on, was tinged with an immense undercurrent of love, a word neither of us had said, but hung in the air nonetheless.

With Jack, this was more ritual than sex, a divine devotion to something greater than ourselves. I knew I was crying again, always crying nowadays, but it was physiological, beyond my control. My body swayed with every loud, guttural sob as Jack furnished a brush and began combing through my locks, whispering in my ear that I was so good, so good. My hair, like freshly-spun silk from Jack's care, was held tight in their fist as they knotted a rope around it, pulled up until my neck strained upwards and I was face-to-face with Jack's hips, their butch cock bulging underneath their jeans.

"Camille," Jack said softly, their fingers reaching out and stroking along my cheekbone.

"Yes, Sir?" I whispered, straining to try and look up towards their face from my precarious position.

Jack said nothing, smiling down at me. Just checking in.

They secured the rope around my hair to the metal, so my face stayed up where Jack could see. I found myself aware of my body in a way I'd avoided up until now. The jute's texture mingled with the cold evening air and set goosebumps rising along my naked flesh. All I wanted was Jack on me, inside me, everything and anything they would give.

Jack recognized it, the look in my eye. Desperate. Wanting. They saw it and let out a chuckle.

"Getting excited, huh?" they asked, their voice a low growl.

"Yes, Sir," I sighed, trying in vain to move at all, just to feel some friction.

Jack disapproved, moving to land a hearty slap on my ass. My body swung in the air, catapulted by their force, and I was left gasping out my thanks.

"I didn't say you could move, girl," Jack hissed.

Girl on Jack's lips brought me to a whole new plane. I felt every inch of my body, alive with electricity. Naked under their gaze, my cunt was left aching, and all I wanted was their fingers inside of me.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I said, breathless.

Jack said nothing, just let their hand rub up and down in a slow, constant rhythm. Another slap, another thank you, Sir, and again, and again. Tears spilled out once more, but they were sheer euphoria, falling in time with the juices between my legs.

Every muscle tensed and untensed in some animalistic pattern, something beyond my control. Weightless in the air, I was completely under Jack's spell.

"God, I love your ass," Jack said, their voice dripping with adoration. "And it's all mine, isn't it?"

"Fuck... Yes, Sir," I gasped.

"Good girl," they said, moving to grab a bottle of lube from the bed.

They moved back behind me quickly, their wet fingers finding their way to my asshole and massaging it firmly. I leaned into it as best I could, reveling in the sensation. My body opened for them easily, and I moaned as they plunged up to the knuckle.

"Say it again," Jack said, "it's all mine."

"Yes, Sir," I cried. "It's all yours."

Jack growled their approval. They bent down, their lips finding purchase on my ass cheeks as their fingers pumped in and out. They kissed along my reddened, tender flesh, opening up to bite when I seemed to have calmed down too much for their liking. Time seemed to fall away and I was sure I wouldn't last, that I wouldn't be able to keep myself together. I felt myself coming apart under Jack's hands, melting into a puddle of unending glee.

"God, Camille," Jack said.

Their voice was shaky, their own hunger growing as they removed their fingers. They bit my ass again, the skin under their teeth lighting up in the most exquisite pain. I cried out, trying to thank them, but all that came out was joyous weeping.

Jack moved away from me, just for a moment to clean their hand, but it was unbearable. If not for the gentle caressing of the ropes around my body, I would have fallen to pieces. I was whining, trying in vain to buck my body towards them.

"Are you trying to earn more spankings, Camille?" Jack asked quietly.

That smile was back in their voice, a relief I didn't know I needed.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I said.

Jack's hand came to my cheek again, their thumb rubbing along my jawline, up to my lips.

"That's alright, baby," they said as their thumb sunk deep into my mouth. "You're such a good girl."

I moaned against their finger, my lips closing around it and sucking. Jack hummed, removing their thumb to replace it with three fingers, until I was full. My eyes were closed, my whole body vibrating with desire as the tips of their fingers tickled my throat. Again, I felt myself open for them, my body easing to accept theirs. Spit dribbled down my chin, my head bobbing up and down as much as the rope would allow.

"Look at me," Jack said suddenly, their free hand gripping my chin forcefully.

My eyes shot open to look at them. Jack's chest was rising and falling fast, their own desire pooling in beads of sweat on their forehead.

"I'm going to untie you now," they explained, "understood?"

I paused, taking a moment to breathe deep through my nose. Jack's fingers were still filling my mouth, but they laid there gently, mindlessly stroking along my tongue. Their free hand stroked my face tenderly, their beautiful hazel eyes looking over me, like my own personal sun star. My body yearned for theirs, wanting even more than the bounty they'd already given me.

"I'd love that, Sir," I said, finally, after pulling away from their fingers.

Jack nodded and leaned down to kiss me. Their kiss was quick and hard with their wanting, but their fingers moved slowly along the knots of the rope. They released my head first, my hair falling down around me messily as I rolled my head on my shoulders. Everything else followed, my body released and lowered gently to the soft fleece beneath me. My wrists were still bound together as I rolled over onto my back to watch Jack toss the ropes in a heap onto the bed.

"Sir?" I whispered.

Jack looked at me, a soft smile on their lips as they moved to grab a condom from their nightstand.

"May I have my wrists untied, too?"

They chuckled, kneeling down and trailing kisses and soft bites up my legs until they reached my hip. I groaned, my breath shaky as they came closer and closer to my face. My arms were up above my head and they reached to grip the rope connecting them once their lips reached mine. They held the rope firm, pressing my hands into the ground.

"No," they said, finally.

I whined, my eyes fluttering shut. For a moment, a twinge of uncertainty, but it melted away as soon as I opened my eyes again, searching their face and finding nothing but love there. Jack had shuffled out of their jeans and slipped their condom over their cock, hard and thick as my own wrist. It pressed against my body as they hovered over me and I couldn't help but buck up towards them.

"I want you so badly, Sir," I said.

Jack smiled, their head falling to the crook of my neck and leaving warm, wet kisses along my skin. They reached down between my legs as I wrapped them around their hips, guiding them closer. When their fingers circled my clit, my whole body arched to the sky, my head lolling back against the blanket. I gasped, moaning desperately as they ran quick circles around my clit. Jack groaned into my ear, their hips grinding down against me. My hands balled up into fists, wanting desperately to sink into Jack's hair or run over the ropey muscles of their shoulders.

That wasn't allowed, though, even as their hand moved away from me and to their cock, guiding it inside me.

"Sir!" I cried out as they filled me, my body opening for Jack like a daisy blossoming in the sun.

Jack moaned loudly, their breath shaky as they began to make slow, fluid thrusts to a silent rhythm. Their forehead pressed to mine, the jute around my wrists, their butch cock filling me relentlessly - it rocked me to my core. I felt alive again, truly and fully myself, free from everything I'd been hanging onto for so long.

It could have been minutes, or hours, and it wouldn't have mattered. I could lose my whole night to just this, as long as it was with Jack. They were breathless, pulling away from my chest to pull my legs up and drape them over their shoulders. I was incoherent as they slammed into me, my wetness leaving every point of contact sticky and warm.

"Can I come, Sir? Please," I finally croaked out, my voice hoarse.

Jack looked at me, their eyes wild. Their lips turned up in a small, cocky smile. Their thrusts were fast and deep, growing more desperate with every passing moment. They steadied themself, gripping tight to my thigh while their free hand found its way back to my throbbing clit.

"Say you're mine, Camille," they panted, their fingers dancing along my flesh. "My good girl."

How could I not? Jack had brought me back to the land of the living, set fireworks bursting forth from my chest. As soon as they showed up on my doorstep, I knew I couldn't be without them anymore. I would be Jack's tonight, tomorrow, and every night I had left, if they would have me.

"I'm all yours," I said emphatically. "I'm all yours, Jack."

With that, Jack's thrusting lost all rhythm, their body slamming into mine with the desperate force of their own orgasm. Mine followed, my pussy pulsating around their cock, spasming as I came. My mind was blank, finally, as my whole body arched and convulsed. Jack collapsed on top of me, the added pressure against my clit sending new waves of pleasure up through my body. I felt my body shivering, heard the crackling of the fire and our mingling breath, fast and shallow. With Jack on top of me, their cock still warm inside of me, I felt at peace, overcome with a bliss that I had grown so unfamiliar with.

We laid together in silence, our eyes closed as Jack rolled to my side and held me. I drifted in and out of consciousness, exhaustion beginning to set in as I felt Jack untie my wrists, massaging the tender flesh there.

"Angel," Jack whispered, cooing in my ear as they rubbed further up my arms, towards my shoulders. "We should go clean up. Would you like a shower?"

I mumbled, humming under my breath as I turned to nestle into their chest. They chuckled, and held me for a few minutes more. In their arms, enveloped in warm silence, I felt my eyes sting with tears once again. They fell in heavy droplets, soaking into the fabric of Jack's shirt until they cupped my chin and brought us face-to-face.

"My darling," they smiled, "why are you crying?"

I looked at them, studied the warmth of their eyes. Jack's hazel eyes were speckled with green, a hidden treasure that sparkled like precious opals in the light of the fire. I found myself imagining how they would look in the decades to come: how their crow's feet would deepen, stretching out like fireworks from their eyes; how sunspots would eventually emerge on their tanned skin, a testament to their days carving wood or pouring asphalt in the sun; how their hands, already so rugged, would grow papery and cracked and still so undeniably handsome. I knew, and I couldn't deny it even if I tried, that I wanted more than anything to be there for all of it. To love Jack for all of it.

"I'm just thinking," I whispered eventually, sniffling and reaching up to wipe at my puffy, reddened eyes.

"What are you thinking about, my angel?" Jack asked, smiling gently.

I let out a soft laugh and buried my face in the crook of their neck. Their fingers rubbed firm circles into the muscle of my shoulder as they swayed gently, rocking us together as they kissed the top of my head.

"I'll tell you later," I told them, "maybe."

"Maybe?" Jack laughed incredulously.

I smiled up at them, tears finally slowing to a halt. "Yeah," I shrugged, "maybe."