Jack placed his hand on the wall above her to stabilize himself. The scent of her blood and lust was intoxicating. Licking his lips, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. "All the way in," he breathed out. Jack lifted his foot to tease her for a moment, promising the release to come as long as she followed his orders. And as long as she didn't try to touch herself, but she would have to guess that rule.
Hips thrusting forward, a moan slipped from his relatively silent lips. Slaves needed to know their place as much as whores on the street did. There was no telling Jack no without consequences and most of them were not pleasant ones like this. Whether human or otherwise, he had a special skill for torture, as much as he did killing.
With his other hand, Jack wrapped his fingers tight into her hair, keeping them in place to pull at her hair whenever she went forward, but his body was demanding of her to continue. Lost in lust, he was still calculating, trying to figure out if he wanted to make her swallow everything he had to give and sending her to bed without release, or make her go until she couldn't breathe before throwing her back against the table and making her release so many times she wouldn't be able to walk. Decisions.