JACK
"I never said you weren't able to do it for me," Jack points out with a slow roll of his shoulder, leaving it to Flora to decide whether it was the surprise of it all or just her sheer sexual magnetism that had brought him to the point of begging. Something he finds it only fair to return in kind, if the fire that coats her thoughts and her bones has anything to say for it, the captain laughing to find himself told in no uncertain terms to be quiet. Which he does, if only for now, and only on that particular point.
"Mm, not necessarily," Jack considers of it having to be her, and he flicks the suede tassels over the back of her leg just enough to add a tantalising sting along with the brush of leather, before withdrawing it again. "It goes both ways - the person being blindfolded might get off on bein' submissive. But the one with the whip might get off on the control. I get off on whatever they like best." Convoluted and hardly a simple explanation, but such is the nature of Jack's magic.
Having paused to take another sip of whiskey, Flora does manage to surprise him with her next comment, and he scoffs and hands her the whip to play with while he considers his answer.
"You know, probably?" he admits, never having thought about it before. "It ain't like I've got normal masturbation to compare it against." Which might be a surprise to the Doubletake, that Jack doesn't spend as much time with his hand down his pants as the average guy. "Call it a lack of imagination, but my own thoughts don't really compare with other people's."
"Mm, not necessarily," Jack considers of it having to be her, and he flicks the suede tassels over the back of her leg just enough to add a tantalising sting along with the brush of leather, before withdrawing it again. "It goes both ways - the person being blindfolded might get off on bein' submissive. But the one with the whip might get off on the control. I get off on whatever they like best." Convoluted and hardly a simple explanation, but such is the nature of Jack's magic.
Having paused to take another sip of whiskey, Flora does manage to surprise him with her next comment, and he scoffs and hands her the whip to play with while he considers his answer.
"You know, probably?" he admits, never having thought about it before. "It ain't like I've got normal masturbation to compare it against." Which might be a surprise to the Doubletake, that Jack doesn't spend as much time with his hand down his pants as the average guy. "Call it a lack of imagination, but my own thoughts don't really compare with other people's."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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