Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Miranda's experience with being caught off guard was limited, in fact while it had happened in combat from time to time, a given in her line of work, it was seldom ever an issue in her personal life. Miranda was too slick and intelligent to let that happen, she valued her control much to highly to let it all slip away and into the hands of another. So she would manipulate, catch her enemies in a trap, and protect herself in every way possible, part of the reason she was cold and logical over the person she was underneath that. It was a flawless shell however, impossible to find who she was underneath, except for Jack it seemed. Further proof of that came when Jack made some interesting observations and suddenly Miranda found herself experiencing a sensation she had never felt before, a sinking feeling that made her body flood with panic. She had never recalled feeling that way, her face devoid of color and her limbs shaking for a moment, unable to hide how it felt for Jack to have noticed her glances, her occasional wandering eyes that had a tendency to experience the unique beauty that was Jack. Beauty was the word that floated through Miranda's mind and Jack was correct in assuming the word ugly had been a bluff, and a poor one at that, an uncharacteristically horrid lie from the lips of a silver tongued devil. Yet as bad as her attempt at covering for herself was, as pale and obvious as her face had become, as caught off guard as Miranda had become, she didn't utter a single word to confirm a damn thing and that wasn't something she would give up when she had already lost so much of her precious control. Yet verbal confirmation didn't seem to matter, her position was knocked down once more as she lost her balance and found herself quite snugly stuck between the mirror and Jack, who had pressed every bit of her weight against Miranda. It wasn't exactly immense weight, Miranda wasn't in such a bad position that she couldn't have attempted to launch another attack of get some additional space between them but it was enough that she had no confidence that making such an action wouldn't put her in an even worse place and she couldn't afford that, she was already screwed enough. Fuck you! Miranda spat venom as Jack told her to knock it off, wondering what in the hell was going on in Jack's head that she expected Miranda to just accept what was being forced upon her, and yet without some advantage or divine intervention she had no way to try anything else. Just as she lost the ability to fight back the worst of it came, a painful connection of Jack's rough strong hands on her firm silky ass. Her entire body was pressed against the mirror, cheek on the side of the glass as she let out a loud scream of pain, the lack of foresight making the sudden onset of pain get that vocal reaction Jack seemed to so desire. She grit her teeth after the first blow but as each subsequent hit connected with her delicate, and frankly sensitive, ass she screamed again, her hands balling up into fists, nails digging in to the palms of her hands. The pain was intense, the stinging sensation burning her ass had her seething, the idea that she was going to be unable to sit without feeling it was infuriating. It would be a reminder of what Jack had decided to do to her, what she had failed to prevent and no doubt what would be coming next, and she was sure there would be more. That feeling, that she would have to remember what was done to her, what she was unable to stop or prevent, it had her want to rebel more than ever and so when Jack gave her yet another order, as if she were in charge, Miranda rebelled, keeping her legs where they were as enduring the smacks that came after. Even that did nothing for her and soon her leg was hoisted up and her body was once again manipulated by Jack, a very small whimper escaping her lips as her pussy dripped with desire. The separation between her logical and emotional side was growing larger by the moment, her logical side dwindling, barely holding any credence to her lust saturated brain, her body reacting to each slap and sensation, Jack's wiry body pressing up against her sending shivers up her spine. She did enjoy Jack's appearance, it turned her on, was feminine and strong, had a mix of features that attracted Miranda's attention. As her swollen sensitive nub was targeted she cried out louder than ever, her body quivering and her legs would probably have given out if Jack and the mirror hadn't been supporting her. Her nails were still digging in to her palms as she bit her lower lip and there was no doubt it had been some time since Miranda's last pleasurable experience, her threshold for every sensation Jack sent her way gave it all away. And yet at the smallest break in Jack's actions she opened her hands, nail imprints long since embedded into her palm, and reached down to grab the hand toying with her, yanking it away to give herself more time to get her shit under control. Shut your fucking mouth and stop touching me! She snarled but it was more a pathetic plea than a demand and her hand was trembling as it tried to hold Jack's away from her dripping burning sex. She wanted to plead, to try and convince Jack that she could still back off, try to mind game her, manipulate and get what she wanted but Jack wasn't susceptible. She was perhaps the only one not affected by Miranda's manipulative abilities, who didn't crumble and crack beneath those ice cold eyes and harsh confident words, no they only served to entertain and irritate Jack. When that feeling of helplessness sunk in Miranda managed to crane her neck and look into Jack's eyes and while everything inside of her screamed vulnerability and hopelessness her eyes gave Jack a strong look and she followed it up with the last bit of strength she had in her, her body already exhausted from resisting her inner urges, Do your fucking worst. Then her head turned back and she took several deep breaths as she tried to ready herself for what Jack would decide to do, sticking to her conviction, not asking for mercy nor asking for what her body wanted, and if Miranda could stick to that she would make sure that when Jack was finally done she simply took the soonest chance to get the fuck out of there and give her absolutely no satisfaction, or as little as possible as she doubted Jack would give up before bringing forth a plethora of moans and orgasms, a confusing thought as she both desires that and was disgusted with the idea. Shit, Jack had her trapped.