We'll Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

Saying I was pissed would be an understatement. Try infuriated, enraged, livid, inflamed, okay you get the picture. First he rapes me, then he goes and tries to make me think he’s a decent human being… Well not human being but you know what I mean, then he tells me we’re going to a business meeting. That dick.

Eliza brought me a suitcase and helped me pack since I didn’t know what to do and also because I was so sore from Jack raping me that I didn’t want to move too much.

“The plane will seem scary but I promise you’re in no danger.” She informed, zipping everything up.

I nodded in response right before I heard Jack call for me.

“And Alex?” She breathed, I took the case by the handle and looked at her, “Be careful.” She smiled timidly.

I grinned and gave her a warm hug.

“I’ll be back before you know it and hey, it’ll give you a weekend without having to worry about him.” I said, opening my door.
“But you’ll be with him so I’ll be worried.” She said with wide eyes.
“Don’t be. I can handle him, you know that.” I smiled, kissing her head before stepping carefully down the stairs.

We’d only been close for a day but already she was like a sister to me. I was glad we were taking this trip because it’d give her a weekend without worrying about him hurting her. I made sure to give Jack a mean glare as I swung my suitcase into the trunk.

“Because I’m me, we don’t have to go through airport security. We can just drive onto the runway.”
“Why?” I snapped, “You being who you are, I’d think you’ve have to go through even more security.”
“Because if they tried, they know I’d string them up by their own intestines.” He replied.

I gritted my teeth and scowled out the window. He was right though, we pulled around the airport and onto the runway without being stopped by anyone. The jet was huge and turns out it was Jack’s.

Jack had a fucking plane.

I don’t know why I was so surprised. After all, he was king of Hell, why wouldn’t he have a plane? But whether someone has the ownership of a plane or not isn’t exactly something you think about.

He lead me up the steps, followed by the pilot and staff who had been lined up outside. An older man took our bags from us and hurried away. Jack lead me through a few rows of seats then opened a door at the back. It opened up to a decent sized room, considering it was on a plane, with tan leather seats, a tv, and a liquor cart. I sighed and curled up on the couch, looking out the window and ignoring Jack.

“We’ll be taking off in a few minutes, okay sir?” An attendant asked with her hair a bit too perfect and her shoes a bit too shined.
“Yeah, sure.” Jack said with a disregarding tone and I suspected he was staring at me as he sat next to me.

I heard the door slide open and shut. I sighed again and frowned at him.

“Well if you’re going to stare at me for…How long is this flight?”
“Five hours.”
“For five hours, then I need a drink.” I spoke as I stood up.
“But Lex, you’re not twenty one!” He exclaimed with fake shock.

I probably would’ve laughed had I not been so pissed at him.

“And you’re not fucking human so I don’t think my age matters too much in this scenario.” I replied.
“Neither are you.” He reminded, lowering his voice so no one would hear.
“King of Hell beats angel.” I said quietly.
“Archangel.” He corrected.
“King of Hell”
“Alright fine. You win. I am better than you.” He smirked.
“This is exactly why I need that drink.” I sighed, quickly pouring myself a glass of bourbon.

I usually didn’t drink much but I knew my way around. I learned to hold my alcohol because in the camp, we’d drink moonshine as a pain reliever and let me tell you it did not go down easy. As a matter of fact, you were lucky if it got down and stayed down. So compared to my history with alcohol, this wasn’t hard. I was about to pour myself another, but then I decided that I was probably going to drink the whole thing anyway so I just returned to the couch with the bottle in hand.

“What makes you think you can have that?” He asked.
“Listen. You’re probably going to wind up beating me up or raping me again so the way I see it, I deserve this damn drink.” I snapped.
“Watch your mouth.” He said but he still laughed.

It made me uneasy that he didn’t deny my accusations but I wasn’t surprised. I rolled my eyes and took a big sip, feeling the burning liquid crash down my throat and hit my stomach, sending a warm feeling through my body. The plane lurched and we started moving to the front of the runway. Then it hit me that this four hundred zillion pound deathtrap was going up into the sky… With me in it.

“Fuck.” I whispered and took another huge gulp.

The effects of the drink had already taken effect, I felt a lot more relaxed but that didn’t help much, if anything it made me even more scared because I couldn’t think straight through the intoxication. We started speeding up causing everything to get bumpy and I gripped the couch and stared out the window with wide eyes as everything turned into a blur. Suddenly everything got a lot smoother before the ground got smaller. All I could imagine was the plane stuttering and us crashing to the ground.

“Fuck!” I cried out, ducking my head.

Jack pulled me against him and, despite being mad at him, I buried my face in his chest.

Now I know what you’re saying.

You’re saying that even if we do crash, I’ll be fine since I can fly.

Yeah. No.

First of all, I don’t know how to get out of the plane. And second, even if I could get out, I’ve never flown nearly this high before. The air currents would be way too strong and I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Hey, Lex it’s alright. Look we’re above the clouds.” he murmured.

He almost sounded…Comforting. This wasn’t the Jack I was used to. I shook my head and clung onto him tighter.

“Lex come on, it’s okay. We aren’t going to crash, just look.” He urged.

I didn’t react.

“Look or I’ll make you.”

That was the Jack I knew.

My head shot up,

“You know what if you weren’t so-“ I stopped mid sentence when my eyes met the window.

I gasped. I’d never seen anything like this. The clouds looked soft and fluffy, like cotton. The setting sun peaked out making everything pink and orange and the sky was so big, it made me feel tiny.

“Wow.” I breathed. I didn’t notice what Jack had been up to until my pants slid past my knees. “Jack, no.” I protested, trying to pull away from him.
“Yes.” He hissed, sliding his down to his knees before pulling me onto his lap.
“Please, please no.” I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes from the memories of the pain and humiliation.

His actions softened and his tone changed.

“I’ll be gentle.” He half smiled before he wetted two fingers.

The first finger was easy so he added the second. My nails pressed into his shoulders as I gasped at the pain. His fingers moved slow and deep.

Looking back on it, probably the only reason I participated willingly is just because I was already so drunk, I really didn’t give a shit anymore.

“Fuck!” I cried out, throwing my head back when he pressed on the right spot.

I felt him kiss my collar bone through my shirt as I groaned and grinded down onto his fingers, grasping at any chance of feeling that way again. Suddenly his fingers left making me whimper but he spit onto his hand and rubbed himself a few times before lining himself up. He let me sink down at my own pace. As I did this I buried my face into his neck, feeling his warmth against my cheek and forehead.

“Mmm fuck.” He whispered.

Once I was down completely, I stayed like that for a few seconds before beginning to move. I raised up and started grinding, his dick hitting the right spot making me clamp down on my lip and dig my fingers into his skin.

He caught my gaze and made eye contact with me. As weird as it sounds, I felt…Close to him. Like I was safe and taken care of and protected. It was one of those rare times when I felt a certain fondness to him.

I gasped when he grasped my hips and flipped me into the couch, climbing on top of me.

I’d had my fun, now it was his turn.

His first two trusts were gentle, but then they grew rough, fast, and that made me audibly moan. My back arched and one hand went up into his hair while the other fisted the fabric of his shirt.

“F-f-uh-faster.” I whispered.

He happily complied, pounding into me so hard I had to brace a hand and forearm on the arm rest to keep myself from being slammed up. My nails dug into the leather and my breathing grew heavy when I felt the blood rush to both of my heads. Jack’s hand wrapped around me and started stroking fast and hard.

“Come. Come right now. Scream my name and let the people here know who your master is.” He growled, looking me straight in the eyes.

With the expression on his face, the pure, sexy, dominance rolling off of him, you would’ve come too.

“J-ACK!” I choked out as my nails dug even harder into the leather.

I was above the clouds figuratively and literally as I past the point of no return. I was numb to everything except the tsunami waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I felt his grip on my hips tighten as he came, there was no doubt there would be bruises but I didn’t care. When he pulled out, he sat at the end of the couch with my legs over his thighs.

“Why’d you do that?” I asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.
“I was horny.” He replied with a shrug.
“No, I mean why did you…Why me too?” I asked awkwardly.
“Because number one,” He smirked, looking at me, “You coming is hot as hell, and I’ve been there so I’d know,” He chuckled.

I couldn’t help but smile too.

“And two, I don’t like it when you’re mad at me. You don’t sass me as much and I’ve grown rather fond of that sharp tongue of yours.”
“Believe me, my tongue can do more than just sass you.” The alcohol causing me to wink and giggle.
“Oh trust me, I know the endeavors it can get up to.” He winked right back.

He helped me get dressed because I was too drunk and clumsy to do it myself.

I was still upset with him but I knew that what just happened was an apology. He felt bad for hurting me and he was just too proud to admit it. I wasn’t certain that it wouldn’t happen again and I definitely didn’t trust him, but I knew that he regretted what he did the day before and in that drunken moment, it was enough for me.

Notes

Title cred: 25 Minutes by The Weekend Riot

hey smut

you guys still mad at jack or nah?

p.s.

sorry if this is hard to read. I'm on my period and i'm being hit with waves of exhaustion because my body is trying to slam out pieces of my body with my body so forgive me if there are some typos or shit