innocence;
ship; jolinsky of course
summary; jack owns jj's innocence.
jack gilinsky's point of view;
He delicately placed my food down, pulling the lace stockings I made him wear. He sniffled, pouring me my wine. He didn't like the stockings and refused to wear them. Just until I whipped him several times. I look, seeing the red lines on his precious skin.
My hand went on his ass. He whimpered, standing beside me like he has to. I look up at him as I ate.
"This is very good baby." I whispered to me.
He nodded, wiping his eyes and thanking me shakily. I smiled, rubbing his bum calmly.
"Why are you crying doll?" I ask him, noticing his shaky sobs.
"These stocking hurt me. They're too tight." He cried, tugging at them.
I frowned at him.
"Let me eat my dinner. I will assure you, they will be taken off."
"I don't want to have sex." He sobbed.
I glare at him, pinching his slash marks. He sniffled, exiting the room quickly as he began to sob. I sigh, continuing to eat my dinner in peace.
Once I finished, I called him. He didn't come in. He always does. I could hear him, though. His sobs ached in my head. I stood up, making my way to his cries. Before I could stress to yell at him, I found him bundled in ball while sobbing. He was trying to rip the lace.
"Jack, relax." I yell loudly.
He banged his head against the wall, exhaling. He stood up, straightening himself out.
"I'll go clean up." He said, yet, I grabbed him.
He cried painfully, making me press my lips to his. He kissed back innocently, grasping his waist. I pull back, looking at him softly.
"Go take them off and shower. You seem out of line. It will calm your nerves."
He nodded, rubbing his eyes. I pull him into my arms, getting close to his ear.
"Tell me if it hurts." I whispered, hearing him whimper.
"It does." He said, letting go and exiting quietly.
I bite my lip, looking back at Jack who massaged his abused bum. He looked so hurt as he took the stockings off in the bedroom. I walk in, seeing him enter the shower. I hear him cry, probably as the water hit his wounds. I strip down my clothes, entering with him.
He watched the blood go down the drain.
"Look at what you did to me." He whispered softly.
I wash his body gently, him allowing me. Not like he had a choice. I smile as he kept eyeing my cock, which was hard as a rock at his weak body. His lips quivered as I rubbed his body.
"Such soft skin." I whispered to him, him rubbing his body nervously.
He turned red, which was adorable. I sat down on the chair that was built into my shower.
"Wash yourself for me." I whispered to him, handing him the lofa.
He gently accepted it, washing his body slowly. He was so shy, so scared.
"Come sit." I say, patting my lap.
He sat down softly, looking down at his hands. I lifted his legs, washing them as I kissed his lips softly. He placed his hands on his lap, knowing not to touch me. I place his hands on my shoulders.
