<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character's Name: "Jolly Jack"</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location: The Starting Point Tavern, Jack's room</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>With whom: Johara</strong></span><br/><br/>The drawing of blood was not something that bothered the big man; he enjoyed the pain, not quite so much as he enjoyed the act of viciously and relentlessly fucking her, but quite close to it.  Still, one might wonder if masochism explained the scars, or if scars explained the masochism. Though, at this point in time, who could possibly be thinking about that? The end was coming close.<br/><br/>While Jo, meanwhile, reveled in the power she was able to hold over him, despite the disparity in their physical size, Jack was drawing no small amount of pleasure from the act of submitting to her. Down below, he had seemed so confident, and in charge; and in fact, for the most part, that's how he was.  It only seemed to be here, in the bedroom, where most men wanted control, that he wanted to just release his control; to give it to another.<br/><br/>He could feel the sudden tightness and how her muscles worked, squeezing him in more ways than one, and for a moment, a pleased smile spread across his face; he truly did derive pleasure from knowing he has pleased his companion this night. However, that smile soon fades away, for as she bites him,  his lips part to let out a long, drawn out groan.<br/><br/>He was so very close to climaxing within her, but  things slowed down and seemed to fade away as she needed a moment to gather herself. That, in itself, got a grin from the man. "Of course. Take your time." He said as he pulled himself free from her, just for the moment.  He seemed to be nothing but sincerely obedient.