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For her to do that, the only thing to do was keep smiling at him. "Why not?"

"You think this is funny?"

Cindy had to bank on the fact, or the hope, that Jack wouldn't hit her again, even if she might deserve it.

"I don't think it's funny," Cindy said, lifting her knee up just enough  to gently run it over the hard length of Jack's cock. "I think it's  exciting."

He was trying not to react, but Cindy could see the way the muscle in  his throat jumped, and how the spot of his pulse pumped incredibly fast  as his lips tightened into a fine line.

He let out a hard breath, and then adjusted himself so that both of her  wrists were being held in one large hand so his other hand could move  down to cup and massage her breast. He didn't do it outside of the dress  she was wearing, no, he slid his hand beneath the material and pushed  her bra out of the way so they were skin to skin. Her nipple immediately  tightened into a hard nub under the attention, and he knew just how to  flick it, pinch it, and tease it to make her entire body tremble.

Cindy shivered and sucked in a breath. She'd forgotten how good it felt when it wasn't her own hand that touched there.

"You want to play that game, do you?" he asked, and now Jack was the one wearing a cocky sexy-as-all-hell smile.

The fact that it felt so damned good when his fingers pinched and played  with her nipple, sending electric jolts down between her legs that made  her sex swell and flood with warmth, was both incredibly annoying, and  an eye opener.

It was an eye opener because it said something about the effect Jack's  touch had on her. She was the one who was supposed to be doing the  seducing here, not him. Cindy glared at him.

"What's the matter?" he asked, and his fingers moved over to her other  breast, massaging and teasing it like the first. The only difference was  that his palm gripped her tighter. "You gonna back out?"

Did that mean he would let her if she did?

"No!" Cindy snapped, harsher than she meant. Maybe because she was having such a hard time catching her breath.

For whatever reason, Jack frowned at that, and he removed his hands from  her and stepped back until they weren't touching anymore.

Cindy watched him, telling herself the harsh beating of her heart was only because she didn't know what he was up to.

Jack sat down on the bed. He rested his elbows on his knees like they were about to have a friendly conversation or something.

"All right, then," he said. "Prove it. Strip."

"What?" Cindy asked.

He lifted a brow at her. "Why not? Did you think I'd want to fuck you with your clothes on?"

"And I'm supposed to get completely naked with this on my arm," Cindy  said, lifting the shackle with the chain that attached the both of them  together.

"I can cut the strap on your dress, and your bra doesn't have any of those anyway. It won't be a problem."

He was totally right. The straps of her dress were little better than  strings. She wouldn't have to worry about some if her clothes hanging  off her arm if she were to try and remove them.

"You want to rip my clothes off, now, do you?" Cindy asked. She kept  that same confident tone in her voice, even if it was fake and forced.

Did she want him to rip her clothes away? Would she be able to handle it  if he forcibly yanked her out of her clothes like in some bodice ripper  romance novel, just so he could have better access to her body?

The idea of him being that rough, of destroying her clothing with the  urge to lay her down and put his cock inside of her, lick her naked skin  and just own her, made her shiver.

She still hooked her thumb under the strap of her dress. "All right then, go ahead."

Jack crooked his finger at her, summoning her forward, and God help her,  she went. The chain between them clinked, and then Cindy was standing  between Jack's spread knees, and she leaned forward enough so that he  would be able to see down her cleavage if he looked.

He didn't look. He stared her right in the face as he reached for the  strap, and with both hands and what felt like no effort at all, he  snapped it.

"There, now you're free," Jack said.

"Not really," she replied.

He shrugged. "You know what I meant. You were going to give me a show?"

There was something about Jack when he was being a cocky ass, as opposed  to the one who was too much of a gentleman, that was kind of a turn on.  Her heart had never beat so fast, and her blood never pumped so hot  when they were last together.

It wasn't a good thing for her to dwell on.

Either way, she was going to give him a show he wouldn't ever forget.  That way, if she didn't escape and he did give her to the collectors, he  could think about this for the rest of his life. She would haunt him  with the memory as one final fuck you.

If she got away from him before that, then this was still something he  could fantasize about. She only enjoyed that idea because sometimes she  could be a bit of a bitch.

Cindy slowly let the strap that wasn't broken slide down her shoulder.  She kept the sexy, I know you want this, smirk on her face that she'd  seen girls do in the movies when they wanted to be seductive.

Jack hardly blinked, or did anything. He had perfected the face of the man who was completely unimpressed, the jerk.         

     



 

Cindy was going to have to play rough. She turned around, sticking out  her backside just a enough to make it more noticeable as she slid the  little black dress down her body, revealing the back of her matching  lace bra and thong. "You like it?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I haven't even moved. How can you tell if I'm liking anything you're showing me?"

Bastard.

"I'm a pyro, Jack. Heat is sort of my thing, and I can tell you're getting hot."

"Yeah, how silly of me to forget that a pyro works with fire."

It would've been hard to miss the emphasis on that particular word. It  really hurt, like he'd stabbed her through the ribs with a thin knife.

A thin and rusty knife.

Cindy swallowed it down. She wasn't letting him get to her. Not a fucking chance. She was the one who was going to get to him.

She kept her ass pushed out just enough to hopefully give him all sorts  of ideas, and she reached up for the clip of her bra, unhooking it and  letting it fall away from her breasts.

Cindy didn't allow it to drop to the floor, however. She kept it pinched  between her fingers and held it away from her body. She smiled as she  looked over her shoulder.

She could see the reaction he was having to her plainly between his legs. Even a sturdy pair of jeans couldn't hide that.

"Are you going to touch yourself?" she asked.

"Are you ever going to turn around?"

His voice was so damned cold, and despite the reaction of his body, and the heat she could sense, the doubts started to pop up.

She kept the forced smile on her face. "I guess it's not like you've  never seen them before," she said, and then swiveled around so he could  have a proper look.

Spine straight, stomach tight and shoulders back. Good posture was the  key to making herself look taller, and her breasts seem more perky. She  remembered that lesson from one of her old roommates, not Stacy or  Stephanie, but rather a girl who'd been obsessed with her self image.

She'd claimed it had saved her on more than one occasion when she had to  get flirty with a hunter who had caught her, even if she never told  Cindy anything about her powers.

Cindy really wished she hadn't thought of that woman right now, considering what she was trying to do.

She was really starting to see some results, however, and she no longer  had to fake her smile as she took in the way Jack stared at her. How his  eyes had widened just enough for her to see the whites around his blue  spheres.

Had he expected her to back out of it? Was this a test to see if she'd chicken out? If so, then he was the one who'd failed.

Bravery and boldness filled her up as she hooked her fingers into the  black lace of her panties. "I guess these are next," she said.

Jack leaned back on the bed, propping himself up on his hands at a slight angle. "I guess so."

"You should take your pants off, then I'll take these off," Cindy said.

"I'm happier staying dressed," Jack replied.

There was no way she was letting him get away with that. "You're going  to have to get them off if you want me to get on my knees for you."

His blue eyes got just a little wider, but only for the tiniest fraction  of a second before Jack started to work his fumbling fingers over his  belt and fly. It was cute how he was trying to be all cool and in  control about it.

She was getting to him. This was actually working.

"Good boy," Cindy said.

"Watch it," Jack warned with a growl.

"Or what? You'll spank me? That sounds kind of fun."

"I won't spank you. I'll just punish you," Jack said in a threatening  tone as he got his jeans down his hips, just enough for his erection to  pop free. Cindy was having a hard time taking her eyes off his erect  cock, even as she pushed down her panties and stepped out of them.

He was already completely hard, the head of his cock was dark in color,  and Cindy really wanted to know if she still had the skills to make him  moan the way he used to with just her mouth.