General O'Neill raised a brow at Dr Weir. "Another Slayer?"
She nodded, eyeing him cooly. "I know we're not exactly a priority mission General, the people Landry sent out here with me passed on that message loud and clear, but the Wraith are a serious threat. We have grown very fond of Miko but she is young and inexperienced, she should have remained with the Council to continue her training. She was only sixteen when we came out here and is very lucky to still be alive. It is not often I request something of you Jack but this is important, some would say essential, to our survival and ultimate success here in Pegasus"
Jack pursed his lips in thought. "Has Miko been taken by a Dom out here?"
"A young marine, Sergeant Bates. He approached me six months into the expedition with a request to take over her ownership. They are well matched and she has flourished under his collar"
The General raised another brow at Colonel Sheppard. "But not enough?"
"I believe she is as powerful as is expected of an eighteen year old Slayer. Others her age would struggle to defeat her. However, it is not just strength needed against the Wraith, a more mature Slayer with field experience would be advantageous"
"Hmm" Jack tapped the table with his pen. "And Miko?"
"Bates will not relinquish her and I would not wish to lose him from the expedition. Despite his patchy record he is a good man, and soldier"
Jack nodded. "I see" He smiled at Elizabeth. "It is true you do not often ask things of me and despite you being a low priority mission I personally admire what you do out here, and am very grateful for the distinct lack of paperwork you cause me"
Dr Weir's lips twitched.
"However my influence within the Council will only go so far and they are being resolute in limiting the number of Slayer's owned by the SGC" He tipped back in his chair. "I have been….concerned about the welfare of one of our Slayers for some months now but unsure as to how to approach it. She was essential in the defeat of the Ori and I have no desire to lose her to the morons back in Cleveland"
He sighed and scrubbed his chin. "The Dom who is currently her carer appears to be attentive but after our last meeting I took a closer look at her record. She does not seem to have had a suitable rest period for some time and her weight has dropped, as has her reflex time"
"So we once again get sent damaged goods?"
"Elizabeth.." Colonel Sheppard shot the expedition leader a warning look.
"No need Sheppard" Jack waved a hand. "She will need a couple of weeks to get her head back in the game but Violet is the best we have. You find her a suitable Dom and she'll laugh in the faces of your Wraith, and find new and exciting ways to kill them. She is twenty-one, trained by my sub herself and two months ago she stood toe-to-toe with the most powerful being I have ever met and snapped her neck without breaking a sweat"
Dr Weir tilted her head. "Trained by your sub?"
"Vi was one of the original Slayers called by Buffy and a good friend of both of ours. I have always been very impressed by her"
"What kind of Dom will she need?"
Jack levelled his gaze at Colonel Sheppard. He tapped his pen thoughtfully against his lips. "Violet requires a strong Dom, one who would be regimental in their control of her everyday life, consistent and nurturing to the point that some subs would find suffocating. There must be rules, clear cut, simple to understand, and consequences if they are broken"
John laced his fingers together, elbows resting on the arms of his chair. "Who is her current Dom?"
"Caldwell'
He raised a brow. "He matches the description you just gave us very closely"
"I believe Steven struggles to understand how to exert his control over her. The path he has chosen is fucking with Violet's head and he refuses to see this"
"And what is that path?" Dr Weir's voice was cold.
Jack sighed. "He keeps things from her until the last possible moment, restricts her sleep and rest periods so she is always on edge, calls on her at strange times to work through some random instructions….the list goes on. Nothing to get him into trouble but enough to piss me off…and my sub is none too happy with the treatment of her protégée either"
"Has Violet made any complaint?"
"No. And I am curious as to why but without her voicing her mistreatment I have no right to ask"
"Maybe she has become too reliant on him despite it?"
"Perhaps, it is hard to tell. Her training was excellent and even the most skilled of Dom's often struggle to get a true reading on her despite her young age"
John tipped back in his chair. "It could cause complications if she does not wish to be separated from him"
"Maybe. But I think if he is replaced smoothly and quickly with a good dynamic match she would settle well"
Elizabeth raised a brow at her Military Commander. "This is ultimately your decision John, she would join the military, become part of a gate team"
He nodded and drummed his fingers on the table before sighing quietly. "Send her over on the next Daedalus run along with Caldwell. Three weeks should be enough time to ensure she is suited to our life out here, and willing to walk away from him. If it all goes wrong at least he will be here to step in"
"Very sensible Sheppard" Jack eyed him. "You must have a Dom available to her as soon as she arrives"
"Of course"
Elizabeth tilted her head slightly as she felt his presence on the balcony. "Are you sure you want to do this John?"
He propped his arms on the railings and looked out over the water. "O'Neill basically described me when he listed the Slayer's needs. There is no one else more suitable. And as long as she wears my name she will also have the support of Mitchell and Lorne"
She raised a brow. "You will make her part of your Command Team's House?"
"Umhmm. I think it would be best. I will not always be here but between us she will have a Dom to go to at all times. It has worked well with Ro, and something I wished I'd done with Miko"
"We were new to the concept of owning Slayer's John, and did not receive much help in understanding them. You did your best, and Miko flourishes under Dean's collar"
"True and I guess we should all be grateful, the man is ridiculously hot and kept stealing all the pretty subs"
"You should not say such things John, even if they are true. And I have not noticed you lack for company?"
"I do ok"
"If that is what you would like to call it" She looked sideways at his profile. "You are ready for a sub to wear your collar again?"
He licked his lips. "Yes, I believe so"
"This one is not like Miko John, it will be a huge commitment"
"But still one that can be walked away from if either of us is unhappy with the arrangement Elizabeth. We need her here, and I am the best match for her"
"Very well. But tread carefully, with her and Caldwell"
He offered a lazy salute. "Yes M'am"
She glared at him. "Please don't call me that John, unless you're going to let me tie you down"
"No thank you, its grating to my natural tendencies to be bound and gagged"
"You would look very pretty"
"Fuck off Elizabeth"
"You started it John"
He turned to face her. "You should think about taking another for your own"
"Maybe"
"Elizabeth?"
She shifted slightly before meeting his gaze. "It would be unfair of me to take on a sub before I am ready John, you know that"
"He has been gone for nearly a year now"
"We have found no body"
Her Military Commander sighed and smiled sadly at her. "Just think about it Elizabeth, we need subs as much as they need us"
She nodded and turned back to the water.
Violet curled herself onto the ledge by the window and watched deep space stream past, she always found the sight both terrifying and beautiful. Sighing quietly she took a sip of her coffee. Her Master had found it unnecessary to tell her why they were heading to Atlantis, He preferred to keep her in the dark about most things until it was essential for her to know. His secretiveness made her anxious, and a little angry.
"You are projecting your rage"
She looked up and smiled at her friend. "I was going for nonchalant"
"You failed"
Violet rolled her eyes. "Are you going to join me Daniel? Or stand there and continue to insult me?"
"I wouldn't dare" He grinned and propped himself on the ledge. "There are chairs you know?"
"With other chairs. I'm being unsociable"
"Ah. Do you want me to…?" He waved a hand.
"No. You're tolerable"
"Gee thanks" He tapped her knee. "Why the barely contained anger?"
The Slayer chewed on her lip. "He has not told me why we are going to Atlantis"
Daniel sighed. "You spoke to him about this?"
Violet nodded. "After my surprise trip to an Ori converted planet. He seems to enjoy the feeling of power it gives Him, and believes that He can just throw me into whatever and I'll kick arse"
"You always kick arse"
"This is true. However, sometimes it would be easier if I knew whose arse I was due to be kicking that day"
He snorted. "You should put in for a transfer. Now the Ori are hightailing it back to their own galaxy SG-1 should be able to limp along without you"
"I don't want to go back to Cleveland"
"That's where they'd send you?"
Violet looked back out the window. "They will be curious as to why I requested a transfer, look into my record and recall me immediately"
"That sucks"
"Yep"
"What about finding another Dom?"
"An excellent idea Daniel, except the only Dom's I'm allowed contact with serve at the mountain, under Caldwell and Landry"
"Bastards. And you need to stop putting a capital letter in front of your words when you refer to him. He does not deserve it"
She smiled sadly. "He is not so bad, there are worse Dom's out there. And at least He's hot"
Daniel looked furtively around them and lowered his voice. "How is his play?"
Violet shrugged. "Ok"
"Vi?"
She took another sip of coffee. "I should not have told Him my limitations"
He hissed a breath. "He's crossed the line Violet. There are reasons we share what we cannot handle with our Dom's, and they should respect that"
"I'm just worried one day I'll forget myself and hurt Him"
"Good. And quit with the upper case"
"My punishment would be severe"
"Not if you explained, and then he'd have a mark against his name amongst other subs for a long time"
Violet sighed. "It is not worth the hassle, and it would only end with me back in Cleveland"
"Why don't you like that place?"
"It's complicated"
"Many Slayers speak of it as their home, a sanctuary"
"Please Daniel.."
He nodded. "Fine. But will you at least let me help you find a way out of this?"
She squeezed his hand. "I would be honoured to have such a genius by my side"
Vala swallowed her last mouthful of dinner and raised a brow at her team leader. "We are three hours from Atlantis"
Colonel Caldwell narrowed his gaze. "And?"
"I wish to be informed of our purpose there"
"It does not concern you"
"And yet, as you people say, you have dragged my arse all the way out here"
"Miss Mal Doran…"
"I have every right to know Steven, and you cannot hide things from me as you do our submissive team-mates"
He growled quietly.
"I also wish to know" Teal'c inclined his head. "And I am also not a submissive"
Caldwell huffed and drained his coffee. "Violet is to be transferred there"
The other two Dom's at the table studied him curiously. "Why?"
He glared at her. "With the Ori defeated I no longer have a valid argument for her remaining on SG-1. Gate teams are usually made up of four members and Vi was brought in specifically to face Adria"
"And why to Atlantis?"
"The expedition are facing a powerful enemy, Wraith. They are physically stronger and faster than humans. I believe their current Slayer was the bottom of the barrel and is struggling in the face of their sheer numbers"
"You have such a lovely way with words" Vala quirked a half-smile. "And will we be getting the bottom of the barrel?"
"She will remain also. Vi is to continue the other Slayer's training. She has been collared by a marine Dom serving out there"
Teal'c cleared his throat. "They can take Violet from you despite your collar?"
"It is not a permanent arrangement, a full collar. She is mine until a worthy enough argument for her dismissal or transfer is put forward. If Violet agreed to wear my Ownership Collar then they couldn't touch her"
"And she will not do that"
He glared at Vala who smiled slightly and tipped back in her chair, resting her feet on the table. She had been concerned for their Slayer lately but it seemed her plan was not going to be necessary. Violet would be safely away from Caldwell soon enough.
"Something amusing you Val?"
She smirked at him. "You should have taken better care of her Steven, now you have lost her"
"Be careful Miss Mal Doran"
"I am always Colonel Caldwell"
Violet smiled at her friend as he spoke about the lost city, arms waving excitedly in the air.
"Violet"
She smoothed her expression and looked up blankly at Colonel Caldwell. "Yes Sir?"
"You will change into your uniform and make sure all your things are packed. You have half an hour before we arrive"
She nodded. "Yes Sir"
"You will then join me in the briefing room"
"Yes Sir"
Daniel watched her get to her feet and make her way through the mess.
"Daniel?"
He clenched his jaw. "Yes Sir?"
"Gather your things also. Vala will collect you when we are ready to disembark"
"Yes Sir"
Colonel Sheppard stood in the gateroom facing Dr Weir.
"You are still sure about this John?"
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes Elizabeth"
She glared at him. "Be sure before you place that collar round her neck, and please try not to shoot Caldwell"
"Yes M'am"
Major Lorne coughed by her side.
"Something wrong Major?"
"No M'am"
"There will be Evan if both of you continue to wind me up"
"Sorry M'am"
"Stop it!"
John grinned at his 2IC as he was engulfed by a bright white light. He raised a brow as he realised he'd been beamed into the Daedalus' briefing room.
"Welcome aboard Colonel Sheppard"
He nodded at the other man. "Colonel Caldwell"
"I hope you don't mind being brought here Sheppard, this should offer the privacy we need"
"Of course. Dr Weir and Major Lorne are waiting for the rest of your team in the gateroom"
Caldwell tapped his earpiece. "Transport down Miss Mal Doran, Teal'c and Dr Jackson. Tell them I will join them shortly" Nodding slightly he cut his connection to the control deck. "Stand Violet"
John watched the young woman who had been kneeling at his side roll smoothly to her feet, keeping her head bowed. Moving behind her the other Colonel pulled his tags from his shirt and unclipped a small key. John frowned slightly as he unlocked the collar and removed it from her throat without warning. But he was also impressed, she hadn't even flinched.
Caldwell stepped back. "Thank you for your service to my team and to the SGC, your presence ensured our victory over the Ori and you shall be missed. I release you from your duty to me and to SG-1. Good luck Violet"
Nodding at John he disappeared into the transporters light.
He cursed under his breath. The man was an arse, and he'd left it up to John to introduce himself. "Violet?"
She released her hands from her back, raising her head, and he was looking into sparkling blue. "Yes?"
He tried a faint smile. "My name is Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, I am Military Commander of Atlantis"
She looked at him curiously. "Ok"
John frowned. "Your purpose here has been explained to you?"
"No"
"Crap" He ran a hand through his hair. "What do you know?"
"I was woken three weeks ago and told to join my team in the gateroom at the mountain. We were beamed on board and informed we would be making the journey to Atlantis. My orders were to follow my schedule as much as was possible and to await further instructions. Half an hour ago I was told to change into my uniform and meet Colonel Caldwell here"
He waited for her to continue. The silence stretched out. "That's it?"
"Yes"
"For fuck's sake" He sighed and gestured to the table. "Come and sit"
The Slayer nodded, her face impassive, and moved to a chair.
"A month ago we requested another Slayer to join the expedition. Miko has become an impressive warrior but she is young, and Atlantis was her first field mission. To be honest she should never have been sent out here in the first place, her training barely completed, but we are not Landry's favourite people"
She continued to study him, an impressively blank expression on her face.
"General O'Neill suggested you, with the Ori gone you are no longer needed on SG-1 and he believed you would benefit from a change of scenery. In return you will help us out with our annoying neighbours"
Violet tilted her head. "Neighbours?"
"Wraith. Strong, fast, suck the life from you through their hands"
"Unusual"
"We like to think so"
"And yet vaguely familiar"
"Excuse me?"
She smiled slightly. "Have you ever encountered a vampire Colonel?"
He raised a brow. "No"
"They are strong, fast, drink your blood, effectively sucking the life from you. There also appears to be a common disturbing penchant for leather"
John fought the grin. "Is that so?"
"Yes. Your Wraith shouldn't be a problem"
"You sound very sure"
"I cut my Slayer teeth on vampires, they were my first prey"
"Well then I look forward to introducing you to our neighbours, if you agree to stay. Quite frankly I'm a little pissed at Caldwell"
"I have found this to be a usual response to his presence"
"For you?"
"For everyone"
John's lips twitched involuntarily. God help him but he actually liked her. He'd known the physical side of their arrangement wouldn't be a problem as soon as she'd tilted her head to meet his gaze. She was stunning, with eyes the colour of his beloved sky and a mass of violet hair pulled back from her face in two tumbling pigtails. Youth and innocence had stared back at him and the desire to corrupt it, own it had flared briefly in his veins, warming his skin. No wonder Caldwell was pissed he was losing her. John was using all his control to not just pull her out of her chair and into his arms right there in the briefing room.
Violet knelt, hands resting on her head, holding her hair away from her neck as His collar slipped around her throat. As the lock clicked shut a small contented sigh escaped her lips. He hummed appreciatively behind her.
"You will wear my collar until this arrangement ends, whether that is because you are transferred from Atlantis or one or both of us feels it is not working out. Wearing my name you will become part of the Command Team's House which means that if I am unavailable and a matter of urgency arises you have two other Dom's to go to. You shall meet them when we return to the city and you will bear in mind that you answer to them as you much as you do me"
"I am regimental in the control of my subs sleeping, eating and working habits, from times to quantity. There will be a week by week schedule provided which you are expected to follow to the letter. If you deviate from it and have not sought my permission to do so you will be punished. If I have been forced to make last-minute changes you will be notified as soon as is possible"
"Your spare time is your own but my rules must still be followed and you will seek my permission before meeting with other subs. You will not spend time with any other Dom's apart from those who rule your assigned House. If I am not there and another Dom approaches you then you politely excuse yourself or request my presence. I will always be available to you unless I am off-world, then you will ask for one of the others. As you build friendships within the city this rule can be reexamined. Nothing will ever be kept from you and you will attend all mission briefings and debriefs, including the mandatory check-up when returning from off-world"
"The title 'Sir' or 'Master' is earned on both sides, for now it would be John. You will not hesitate to answer any of my questions or to respond to any of my requests. I will not tolerate lying, or the keeping back of any knowledge, thoughts or feelings. I expect absolute obedience out in the field, if you feel like I have overstepped a boundary or made a wrong decision you may come to me privately. Your rules will be given to you on paper but I expect you to be able to recite them back to me on demand. Is there anything else you wish to know?"
"Will I be allowed contact with my friends and family?"
She felt Him tense slightly. "That is not something I would be involved in unless I received word that you had been sending anything inappropriate or attempting to contact those outside of your circle. Then you would be punished"
"Publicly?"
"There is an exhibition room but your punishments would be a little different, I don't see the point in flogging a Masochist with an incredibly high pain threshold. I'm also a little picky about who gets a look at my possessions"
She nodded.
"That is all?"
"Yes John. As long as I may ask questions as things become clearer to me?"
"Of course" He moved to face her, His boots coming to a stop in front of her knees. "You may present yourself to me"
Lowering her eyes Violet moved her hands to her back, the fingers of one hand wrapping around the other wrist. Sliding her knees apart a little more she bowed her head further.
"Beautiful Violet" He fingered a curl. "Tell me, are you named after your hair or is it coloured in honour of your name?"
"Neither. I died and was brought back. The wording of the ritual got a little muddled causing this to be my new natural colour. I used to be a blonde"
"How did you die?"
"An ancient demonic God ran me through with a two by four"
"Ouch"
"Umhmm"
"Do you miss the blonde?"
"Not anymore"
"Hm, it is rather stunning" He ran a strand through his fingers letting it fall into its place amongst the other waves. "Now, is there anything I should know about the physical aspect of your submission? Are there things that make you feel uncomfortable or worried, acts that are completely off-limits?"
She licked her dry lips. "Blood-play scares me, and if I'm deep in subspace my reactions can be unpredictable. Biting and the constriction of my airway is…unpleasurable but I can tolerate it if it pleases my Dom"
"Explain the reasons to me"
"When I was sixteen I was kidnapped and tortured by another Slayer, the cuts she made healed within days but it left with me an irrational fear of the use of blades during play"
"Not irrational"
She nodded.
"Have you attempted blood-play since?"
"A Dom once tried it without my consent or prior warning despite me giving the same reasons as I have you. I had a panic attack and was violently ill, he was lucky that I regained my control before I snapped his neck. I also suffered nightmares for some weeks afterwards"
She heard Him growl quietly. "Caldwell?"
"Yes John"
He stroked a hand over her hair raising goosebumps along her skin. "I will find a way to make him pay" The hand was removed. "And the other two?"
"I have fought many vampires and been bitten several times, I no longer associate it with sexual pleasure. The same goes for not being able to breath properly, I was nearly strangled when out on patrol one night"
John looked down at her. Violet was still in her presenting position and had remained unmoving during their conversation. He had never seen anyone so still before, not a muscle twitched, even her breathing was shallow and almost undetectable. The things they had discussed during the past few minutes had made him angry and also worried him. The six months spent with Miko under his care had given him an insight into the world of the Slayers and the difficulties that came along with collaring one but Violet was on a whole new level.
He sighed. "On your feet"
She rolled up smoothly, her hands remaining behind her back, head bowed. Cupping her chin he tilted her head up and examined her closely. Jack had been right, she was hard to read but there were quick little flickers of emotion before they were pulled away from his gaze, hidden behind her suitably submissive expression.
"We need to work on your openness to me, I must be able to read you quickly and easily. Apart from that I am very pleased with you"
Another too quick flicker. He grimaced.
"Stop hiding Violet" John pressed his mouth to hers and felt a little surge of pleasure as she instantly opened up for him, allowing him to make his claim. As his tongue explored he slid a hand around her neck, gently gripping and twisting a pigtail. She whimpered quietly and he felt her relax against him. Tightening his grip he twisted again and was rewarded with a moan which he swallowed down, revelling in the sound. Releasing her face John wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in closer, digging his fingers into her soft, supple skin with enough pressure to form bruises. She whined into his mouth and let him take her weight.
"Violet, this is Dr Elizabeth Weir, the expeditions leader"
The pretty brunette Domme smiled at her. "Welcome to Atlantis Violet, we are pleased to have you here"
"Thank you. You have a beautiful home"
"We like it. And I'm sure you'll fit in wonderfully"
She dipped her eyes briefly before meeting the other woman's gaze. "Thank you. I hope I will prove to be useful"
Dr Weir raised a brow. "I have no doubt" She turned to the Colonel. "I have covered the last of your duties John, you know where I am if you need anything else"
"Thank you Elizabeth, I will see you at our meeting later" Violet tilted her head up as a hand wrapped around her elbow. "A quick tour Violet then you will rest"
She nodded. "As you wish"
Violet was steered towards the transporter and as the doors slid shut in front of them He turned to her. "As you wish?"
"You would prefer something else?"
"It is..different. I have never heard a sub use that phrase before"
The door's opened and there was gentle pressure on her back as He led her out. "I can change it if you don't like it"
"Lets see how we go ok?"
Violet nodded and looked around. Large but sleek silver pods were scattered around, some with their ends opened up to show seating and equipment inside.
"These are the jumpers, everyone with the Ancient gene must take part in flight training"
"Flying?"
"You don't like flying?"
"Oh no I do, when someone else is doing the steering, and keeping me in the air"
There was a huffed laugh behind them.
"Ah Mitchell, this is Violet, our newest resident"
A good-looking Dom in BDU pants and a black tee grinned at her. "So I hear, and a kick arse Slayer to boot"
John rolled his eyes. Violet smiled back. "Yes, I am awesome"
"Violet" John raised a brow. "Behave" He gestured to the other man. "Colonel Cameron Mitchell, he is a part of the Command Team here and one of your House Dom's. He also trains our pilots and will be taking you for your first lesson next week"
"Right"
"Don't worry Princess my eighty-three year old Grandmother could fly one of these things, with her eyes closed"
"Has your eighty-three year old Grandmother totalled her last three cars, with her eyes open?"
"Vi…uh, three?"
She shrugged and looked up at John. "I struggle with straight lines"
He smiled down at her. "Have a go Slayer, if you kill your instructor in a giant ball of flames we'll cross it off the list of your duties, and have a party"
"Bite me Shep"
He watched her nod and smile at Rodney as the scientist pointed out something on the screen in front of them whilst gesticulating with his other hand.
"Well, at least we know she'll be ok on diplomatic missions" Evan grinned at him. "She's been listening to McKay for nearly twenty minutes now and still looks interested, and hasn't shot him"
"That is a terrible thing to say about your own sub Major"
"Yet true" He nodded towards the other two people in the lab. "How is the tour going?"
John sighed. "She loves the city, it appears to love her, and so does its residents. I've had to death glare several marines already"
"Get used to it John. She's stunning, and has a fascinating dynamic" Evan eyed her. "And appears to be wearing leather…and not enough of it"
John scowled at him. "She's also wearing my name. And I seem to remember your fist accidentally connecting with a young marines jaw soon after Rodney joined us?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about Sir" Evan looked thoughtful. "They can look...and they will. However you are our great and powerful leader. Maybe you could order all the Dom's to close their eyes when she's around, or wear blindfolds"
John glared. "When did you get so annoying, and insubordinate?"
"Right around the time I realised you needed me"
He flipped him off and took a sip of his coffee. "You seen Caldwell?"
"No, he had Hermoid beam him straight to his quarters. I have a feeling he's sulking"
"With any luck he'll decide to spend the rest of his time sulking on the Daedalus"
"You're pissed?"
"He crossed the line, several lines in fact"
"Like?"
"I'll talk to you later Ev, Mitchell too"
"Does not sound good" Evan raised a brow. "Get her to put in a complaint. At least that should prevent him getting his hands on another Slayer"
John ran his eyes over his newly acquired sub. "Maybe. But she obviously had her reasons before"
"She was happy to be given to you? To us?"
"From what I can tell. She's bloody good at hiding though"
"Ah, don't worry, it'll come"
"I'm not worrying Major"
"Of course you're not Sir"
John glared at him. "Quit it. Violet?"
She looked over at him.
"Time to eat, then rest. McKay can finish his fascinating explanation another day"
Rodney scowled at him. "Bite me Colonel"
Evan grinned. "Be polite Rodney" He turned and nodded at the other sub. "It was a pleasure meeting you Violet, I look forward to spending more time with you"
She smiled up at him. "Thank you Major Lorne, as do I"
John sighed. "Please stop that Violet" He held out a hand. "Come on"
He raised a brow at her plate. "That is all you are eating?"
"Um, yes John"
"Usually I can't even see Miko over the pile of food in front of her. I thought you had a fast metabolism?"
She dipped her eyes. "Um, my routine has been a little disturbed lately, my appetite has dropped"
John trailed a finger over her arm. "And how do we fix this Kitten?"
He smiled as she shifted slightly in her seat and licked her lips, keeping her gaze on the food in front of her. "It will right itself once I become more settled"
"How long?"
"A week or so"
"You will lose even more of your ability whilst your calorie intake is low?"
"Yes John"
"I am concerned Violet"
Her grip tightened on her fork. "I am sorry John but it has been a long time since I was permitted to follow my schedule without interruption or alterations, and now I have a new home, and Dom, to adapt to also"
"Violet?"
"Yes John"
He sighed. "Look at me Slayer" She raised her head, meeting his eyes with the cool blank expression that was already starting to grate on his nerves after just a day. "I requested that you come on the Daedalus so that we would have some time to make sure that this was right for you, my city and for me. You are free to leave when it does if you wish. You are also within your right to call on Caldwell if he can provide you with the security you need"
Violet blinked back at him, fork poised over her plate. He watched her throat work as she swallowed before placing her fork gently back onto the table. "I do not require Caldwell, or desire his presence. And I can see no reason that I would wish to leave in three weeks time" She sighed resignedly. "I also understand that you may find me unsuitable for this post, and as your sub. I can be..difficult"
John studied her. The stunning blue was starting to glaze slightly and he was pretty sure it wasn't from arousal. Her gaze began to drop again. "You are not difficult Violet, you've just been forced to serve someone who struggled to understand you, and was unwilling to listen to you. Eat what you can and then you will rest, you're exhausted"
She opened her mouth. He glared at her. "Yes you are. And you're no good to me as a sub or a Slayer until you're well-rested and back in the game. I will listen to you but you will obey me, do you understand?"
Violet picked up her fork, her eyes averted. "Yes John"
"Good girl. And you will stop hiding behind that infuriating blank expression you seem to have perfected. It pisses me off"
"As you wish"
"You know for two Dom's who have three subs in their House we seem to eat dinner alone a lot"
Evan grinned at Colonel Mitchell. "Rodney's studying some new device that AR-4 brought back, I left him in his happy place"
Cameron snorted. "I thought we were his happy place"
The other Dom flipped him off. "I'm his happy place, you're his 'it'll do until Evan gets back' place"
"Please, I'm awesome"
"Uh huh, so awesome that Ronan is right there..oh no, wait. Where is your sub Colonel?"
Cam scowled at him. "This is why you're still a Major"
"I'm still a Major because John refuses to become a Full Bird, and he needs me to sort through all his shit"
The man opposite him grinned. "You're stuck with him forever, destined to follow in his slightly dodgy footsteps"
"I hate you. And where is Ro?"
"Sparring with Miko"
"I wish you wouldn't let him do that Mitchell, he always comes back with the crap beaten out of him"
"Keeps him sharp, and out of trouble. You gonna be this weird about Vi sparring too?"
Evan rolled his eyes. "No, she'll kick everyone's arse"
Cam raised a brow. "Even Miko?"
"I've been flicking through the reports concerning the Ori, she sounds impressive in the field"
"However sometimes the reality is a little different"
Evan tapped the table lightly, pursing his lips in thought. "Once she's done with her downtime I think she'll be a force to be reckoned with. John has spoken to Dean about her taking up Miko's training too, with any luck we'll have two highly skilled Slayer's when she's completed it"
Cam nodded. "Yeah I guess. You happy with her joining the House?"
"Of course. Why? Aren't you?"
"Please, you did meet her right?" An image of pigtails and big blue eyes flashed in front of him, the memory of the soft swell of young full breasts peeking over black leather making his dick twitch.
Evan smirked. "Hmm, she's a hot little sub"
"Yeah" They both fell into silence for a moment, until Cam shook himself. "Jesus, time to get a fucking grip"
The other man grinned at him. "John asked you to meet with him later?"
"Uh huh" Cam stabbed a potato. "Got the impression he's pissed about Caldwell's treatment of her"
"Just a little" Evan raised a brow. "Could mean trouble. He had a vague idea before of what was going on but now he's met Violet his little protective switch has been flipped. I don't think he was quite expecting…her"
Mitchell snorted. "I suspect no one ever really has"
The door in front of her slid open and she was gently shoved inside. Stopping in the middle of the room Violet took in her surroundings. It was quite clearly a living space, large and open, with two couches, a desk and a station that held equipment to make hot drinks and store a small amount of food. Opposite her glass doors led out to a balcony, a stack of large floor cushions piled in front of them. Someone obviously already lived here. She frowned slightly.
"Is there a problem Violet?"
She turned her gaze to her Dom and shook her head. "No John"
He sighed. "You are lying. And I will not be pleased if I have to punish you within your first twenty-four hours here"
She bowed her head. "I'm sorry"
"Do not be sorry Violet, correct it. What is the matter?"
"I'm sharing quarters?"
"Yes, will this be a problem for you?"
"No John, it was just..unexpected"
Her head was tipped up and she fought the urge to hide from His gaze, trying to keep her expression open and honest. He smiled slightly and stepped back. "A good effort Violet, thank you. Now, have you always had your own quarters since coming to the SGC?"
"Yes John"
"Your previous Dom did not wish to keep you near?"
Violet noted the non-use of Caldwell's name and tried not to smile, John had a little tell when it came to people He didn't like and she'd discovered it already.
"Violet, concentrate"
She licked her lips. "Sorry John. Um, no he would call on me when I was required, the rest of the time he found my company…bothersome"
He raised a brow. "Bothersome?"
"I would tell you what he said exactly but I do not know how you feel about your subs saying certain words, perhaps I could write it for you?"
She caught the quick twitch of His lips before His face smoothed out again. "I see. A written example will not be necessary, thank you. And I like my subs immediately available to me so you will learn to share your space"
Violet tried to hide the little flash of surprise at His words. "These are your quarters?"
"Yes" He turned her by the shoulders and pushed her towards the door that had been on her left. It opened to reveal another spacious room, containing a large bed, another desk and more expansive doors leading to the outside. "This will be your space Violet, you may fill it with anything you wish, use it as a sanctuary or a place to study, or indulge in a hobby" Three sections of the far wall moved to the side revealing more than adequate storage. "Your belongings, including your clothing, will be kept in here. You need to use your gene to open and close these so I suggest you get working on it otherwise you're going to be wearing the same outfit a lot"
She rolled her eyes to try to disguise the excitement. Violet hadn't had access to this much space since joining the SGC, she could ask Buffy to send the rest of her wardrobe out here.
"You can daydream when I'm gone"
She purposely ignored His smirk as she was led back out of her room and across the living area to a door opposite. Her new Dom was as close to a perfect match for her dynamic as she'd ever find, and hot too, but it didn't make Him any less infuriating.
She found herself in an identical room to hers except this one was distinctly male and her Dom's scent hung in the air. Violet inhaled discreetly enjoying the realisation that it could already calm her nerves. "This is yours"
"Yes. Unless you are sick, or you snore.." She scowled at Him. "…you will spend your nights here. Only you though Slayer, your clutter will remain in your room"
Flipping Him off in her head she wandered over to a painting that hung on the wall to her right.
He propped himself against the door frame. "The quarters to the left of these are Colonel Mitchell's, to the right Major Lorne's. The apartments here aren't big enough for a normal House layout so we have been forced to take separate ones but they are treated as one dwelling. You will be welcome in any of them, and you must always be ready to encounter other's from our House here"
John watched as his sub nodded her understanding and then appeared to have her interest taken by the blank wall adjacent to where the painting she'd been studying hung. Padding over to it she tilted her head and chewed on her lip before running a hand over the smooth surface. A small metal hook slid from the place she'd touched and he raised a brow. When she'd revealed several other hooks of varying sizes and a selection of metal rings he moved behind her.
"The Ancients lived as we do?"
"It appears so"
She nodded and another hoop revealed itself, she fingered it gently. Catching her hand and placing it by her side John circled her wrists with his fingers. "Very impressive, you shouldn't have a problem with accessing your clothing. It took me several months to discover these" He squeezed gently and dipped his mouth to her ear, pressing his chest against her back. "You're going to look very pretty in my restraints Kitten, but not yet. My day is unfortunately nowhere near over, and you need to rest" Sending the city a silent order he watched the wall become smooth again as the metal slid back inside.
He grinned at her huffed breath. "And no sulking, it's not attractive"
"I do not sulk"
"I am sure you do, and I'm sure you're very good at it" John released his grip on her wrists and turned her to face him. "I have a meeting with Elizabeth, which no doubt will run late and then I'm due to meet with your other Dom's. There is another door on this side which leads to a bathroom. You will take a bath and then go straight to bed, my bed, unless you can manage to eat again. There are snacks in the fridge in the living area if you feel you can. I do not allow night-clothes or underwear, unless I decide I want to see you in something specific. Tonight you will be clean, naked and asleep by the time I get back, do you understand?"
"Yes John"
He looked down at her as she blinked up at him seemingly intent on not missing anything important that he may say. John resisted the urge to sigh, what he really wanted to do was join his newest possession in a nice hot bath before spending a good few hours lazily exploring her body but that would have to wait. Instead he satisfied himself by pulling her up for a kiss, hands at the back of her neck and the small of her back keeping her pressed tight against him. As her mouth stayed open for him to lick his way inside Violet's fingernails scraped the back of his neck while she melted into him, her posture practically screaming her submission.
John growled as she whimpered quietly, her training had been excellent, it would be some time before he'd be able to separate her real reactions from her learned ones. However, false or not, they were doing a good job at getting his dick to take a hell of a lot of interest in the sub currently wrapping herself around him. Reluctantly pulling away he smiled at her pouting expression in an effort to disguise his own frustration. "No pouting Kitten. Brattish behaviour will only get you punished, and further away from what you want"
He raised a brow as he sensed a witty retort on the horizon but then Violet dropped her eyes. "I'm sorry John"
He felt his lips twitch, once his sub relaxed here she was going to drive him insane, in the good way. John trailed a finger along the neckline of her leather halter, watching as her skin goose bumped under his touch. "Kneel"
She dropped gracefully into her presenting position.
"I said kneel, not present"
Violet pulled her legs back together, hands loose by her sides, head bowed.
"Better. We will go through the positions I expect of you tomorrow, and each of their names. Tell me what you are going to do when I leave"
"I am to take a bath and then go straight to your bed John. I am to eat if I can. I shall be clean, naked and asleep when you return"
"Good girl" He took one last look at her, she seemed relaxed breathing even. "You may move from your position once I have left"
"Thank you John"
He smiled as he made his way out of his quarters. He wasn't sure exactly what Caldwell had struggled with. Apart from the odd predicted childish strop, which would be punished, Violet seemed to be a well-trained and respectful sub.
After her Dom had left Violet rolled to her feet and poked her head into the bathroom, she grinned. It was huge, and so was the tub. She couldn't wait to tell Buffy about this, the older Slayer was always bitching about having to make do with bathrooms the size of tuna cans when staying on military bases. As she eyed the tub hot water began to pour down its sides and her grin got wider. Running through the contents of her bag in her head she nodded to herself. He may want to find her sleeping but it didn't mean she couldn't be soft, smooth and smelling great when He joined her.
Twenty minutes later Violet lay back in the water, skin scrubbed and shaven. She reached for a bottle and drizzled some oil over her arms and breasts, sprinkling some around her for good measure. It's scent mingled with the steam in the room and she allowed her body to relax, gently stroking it over her skin.
Today had been..interesting. Instead of being tucked away with Daniel somewhere quietly planning her escape from SG-1 and its leader she had been offered a new job, a new Dom, and a new start. And it would be nice to be a part of a House again, that kind of set up suited Violet's dynamic down to the ground. It didn't hurt that Colonel Mitchell and Major Lorne were just as handsome as John either. She wondered if Colonel John Sheppard, or any of them, would have noticed her if she had been here for another reason, still wearing Steven's collar and forced to trail in his wake. Violet frowned, not good thoughts to have.
Forcing the other Dom from her mind she made a mental note to ask John if He would be able to find a way to get Daniel access to the archives and whether she could join him. She wanted to spend as much time as possible with her friend before he had to leave. Violet chewed on her lip. She was worried about the only other submissive on SG-1 now she was gone. Vala was a good Domme with a kind heart despite the years of piracy and Teal'c seemed to practically radiate calm, but their influence over their leader only went so far. She hoped Daniel would not be forced to take her place.
There was also the small matter of the other Slayer in the city. Violet could sense Miko, she was younger but strong, two years of having to step up to the front line at such a young age would have made her tough. She knew John wouldn't allow her to spar with the other woman just yet but it would be nice to meet with her, and her Dom. She added another bullet point to the to-do list in her head.
Blowing a strand of hair away from her face she frowned as it fell back down. Running it through her fingers as her Dom had done earlier she wondered what made her hair so fascinating. Ok, it was purple, kind of, but that was pretty much where it stopped being interesting. She remembered gazing longingly at the back of another subs head not long after she'd been brought back, wanting to rip the shimmering gold from the other woman's scalp and stick it on hers. And had then experienced a sick feeling of guilt as Goldilocks had turned and given her an envious look, gesturing to Violets hair, whispering how beautiful it was.
She sighed quietly. She did love it now, even if she couldn't understand why Dom's couldn't seem to stop themselves from touching it, and it was a good reminder that she was not immortal, and there were worse things in life than having purple hair.
Pouting a little she stepped out of the bath, a longer soak would have been nice but John had not been able to give her an accurate time for His return and she didn't want to be anywhere except where He'd requested her to be when He got back. She toweled herself off thoughtfully. Violet found her new Dom as fascinating as He appeared to find her. From what she could tell as long as she obeyed His rules and followed His orders He was a relaxed Dom, happy to engage in conversation with her, and actually take notice of what she was saying.
So she had a list of rules longer than her arm, and it appeared to be getting longer the more time she spent with Him, but that was what she needed. She'd just become too used to dealing with Steven's erratic care and it would take a while to adjust back to being able to answer to someone whom she trusted. And she was pretty sure she could trust John Sheppard.
"I'm sorry John, I know you're probably wanting to get back to her"
"Don't worry Elizabeth, it'll have given her time to get to sleep"
She raised a brow at him.
"She needs rest, I'm not completely animalistic"
"I hear otherwise"
He flipped her off. "Has Caldwell spoken to you today?"
"Only to inform me that he was returning to the Daedalus to oversee some maintenance. I believe he is even more pissed than he was when he got here this morning"
"Someone stole his favourite toy?"
She shot him a warning look. "Be careful John" Elizabeth shut her laptop with a click. "And yes, and also appears to be able to work it a lot better than he could"
John smirked at her. "I am awesome"
"Colonel's should not say awesome" She took a sip of coffee. "How did today go John?"
"Well, she didn't freak out, burst into tears or try to kill me so I'm considering it a mild success"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
He sighed. "If we can work through the crap he left in his wake I see no problems. I'm eager to see her in action but I want her back up to speed first. She's not eating enough to support her abilities and she's tired"
"She appeared in perfect health earlier"
"Violet is very good at projecting whatever image she wants. It was only a quick slip of her control over dinner, and I happened to be looking right at her at the time otherwise I may have missed it too"
"Jack had said her training had been exceptional. Do you need me to extend your downtime John?"
He drummed his fingers on his knee. "No, the original time I'd set aside should still be adequate. I'd like to see how she copes without my presence next week, and if she'll manage to behave herself"
"Isn't she starting her Jumper training next week?"
"Yes"
"With Mitchell?"
John sighed again. "Yes"
"He's a good man John, and a loyal and old friend. He will make an excellent Dom for Violet" Elizabeth smiled at him. "And from what I hear she is quite enamoured of the collar she wears, and the owner of said collar of her"
"I'm going to shoot Lorne next time I see him"
"Then you have to shoot Mitchell too"
John growled.
Elizabeth smirked at him. "And McKay, and Teyla, and…"
"Yes, thank you Elizabeth. I get the picture"
John took a seat on the couch smiling at Ronan as he was handed a drink. "Thank you baby" He hooked up the leather tunic to get a better view of the bruise purpling on the toned tanned stomach in his eye line. "Sparring with Miko again?"
"Yes Sir"
He flicked a look at Cam who grinned. "Saves your marine's arses"
John rolled his eyes.
The other Dom sat back, swirling his glass. "Sit with Sheppard Ronan, reassure him"
"Bite me Mitch" John glared at him but parted his legs so the Satedan could sit between them, back propped against the couch. He ran a dreadlock through his fingers. "Sorry to keep you up past your bedtimes.."
Evan smirked at him.
"…but you need to be briefed on Violet" John ran a hand through his hair and took a gulp of his whisky. "Caldwell has been keeping her on edge, fucking with her schedule, breaking her sleep to perform random tasks, sending her out unprepared. She wasn't allowed to attend any mission briefings or debriefs, and he often skipped her post-mission checks"
"Jesus" Cam raised a brow. "Are we shooting him now or later?"
John snorted. "No shooting unfortunately. He's still the leader of SG-1, and is so far up Landry's arse I'm surprised the General isn't choking on him"
Evan huffed a laugh. "So what are we doing?"
"Nothing for now, I don't want to risk Violet being transferred out of here, she's going to be a huge asset to the city, and a pleasant addition to the House"
"Pleasant?"
John flipped him off. "But she needs time to recuperate. Because of Caldwell's fucking about her appetite has dropped and she's knackered. We need to get her back to eating properly, Slayer's rely on their calorie intake to maintain their strength and she's running on low at the moment. Her dynamic suits the way we run things at home so that side shouldn't be a problem, and with a week of rest and three meals a day she should be on track to join a team as soon as the Daedalus leaves, hopefully taking SG-1 minus their Slayer back to Earth"
"Why didn't she complain? Put in for a transfer?"
"I don't know Ev, but believe me I'm finding out soon. I think Violet has a lot of secrets"
"Not for much longer"
John nodded. "Yeah, but we'll need to go slow, for now"
"We do?"
"She's had a Dom she doesn't trust for nearly a year, we're the ones that are gonna have to deal with that unfortunately, but once we get it.."
"Yeah, Slayer's are pretty amazing once they give themselves up" Cam raised a brow. "So we're going slow, focusing on the nurturing for the time being. Anything else?"
"When it comes to play we're all very similar, and good matches for Violet. But there's to be no blood play, biting or restriction of her airways"
"Unusual in a Masochist"
John drained his drink. "Blood play scares her, when she was first called as a Slayer another, older girl, tortured her with knives. And apparently if you try to push her you'll be lucky to walk away with all your body parts still intact"
"What the fuck do they do to these girls?"
"Crap knows Ev, not sure I want to"
His 2IC sighed. "Maybe. It was Caldwell who pushed her?"
"Yeah, and she nearly killed him before pulling herself back. Fucked her up for weeks"
"Screw shooting him, we'll just tie him up and hand him over to Violet"
John snorted. "As for the other two they're not as risky as the blades but she doesn't enjoy them, too many memories. She will tolerate them if we're desperate to do it but personally I don't think it's worth it. I'd rather my sub is as into whatever we're engaging in as I am"
Cam nodded. "With you on that one. Although further down the line we could look at trying to recondition the sensations, once she's been with us for long enough to have developed a strong trust"
"It's always possible but we'd need to be sure of her feelings towards us first"
"It's not urgent John, just an idea that can be looked at again later"
"Yeah" He ran a hand over his face before tapping Ronan on the shoulder. The man took his empty glass and rolled to his feet, padding over to the drinks station. John stood "No more Ro, I'm hitting my bed before I pass out on the couch"
The sub nodded and made his way to Cameron who tapped the floor with his foot. "Display baby"
John watched as he stretched his body out across Cam's feet, all lithe hard muscle moving under tanned skin. Hands pillowing the back of his head, thighs flexing slightly as he shifted into position. John licked his lips. "Hmm, very pretty"
Ronan grinned. "Thank you Sir"
He sighed, however he also had a very pretty sub currently naked and asleep in his bed. "I'm leaving before this gets anymore tempting"
Cam snorted. "You know where we are Sheppard"
John flipped him off and left, he wasn't sure he had the energy tonight anyway.
John placed the two mugs on his bedside and slid back in beside her. The scent of whatever she had bathed in last night still clung to his sheets and he'd woken earlier to soft smooth skin pressed against him. Wrapping himself back around her he trailed a finger up her stomach, following the curve of her breast, seeking out a nipple which he pinched gently.
"Time to wake up Kitten" She murmured and buried deeper into the covers. "Come out of there, now" He pinched harder and she squirmed around in his arms, eyes slowly fluttering open. "Hmm better. How are you feeling today?"
Violet blinked at him and licked her lips. "Um, ok?" She furrowed her brow.
"I see we're not a morning person" She shook her head gently then buried in closer. John pressed a kiss to the top of her head and tapped her arse lightly. "No going back to sleep baby. Come out and drink your coffee"
She mumbled something into his chest then stretched out before pushing herself up and curling into his side as he sat up to join her, head on his chest, hand resting on his stomach, legs wound round his. John ran his fingers through her hair, gently working out the tangles that had formed during the night as Violet hummed contentedly. "Been starved of affection too my Kitten?"
"A little John" She removed the hand from his stomach to take the offered coffee. "Thank you. But Slayer's crave a lot, it can be too much for some Dom's"
"Are you suggesting I am not capable of meeting my own sub's needs Violet?"
Her eyes flickered up to him. "No John" She dropped her gaze. "I just don't want to be…a burden"
John sighed, Caldwell had really done a number on her. And getting angry wasn't going to help Violet. He took back her half drunk coffee and tipped her head to him. "You are not a burden my sub, nor will you ever be. But this won't work if you continue to think of yourself as such. It's time to move on from your last Dom, he wasn't right for you, and he will continue to hold you back if you let him. Do you understand?"
She nodded in his grip. "Yes John, I'm sorry"
"I know you are Violet, and it pisses me off that you have to be. We'll get you back ok?"
Violet nodded again. "Ok"
"Good" He released her face. "Now it is time for me to see you. Hands and knees baby" John shifted away from her, watching as his sub quickly and smoothly moved into the position he'd requested, instinctively arching her back, subtly displaying herself. Resisting the urge to touch he slid from the bed and slowly walked around it, letting his gaze wander. She was exquisite, soft curves with the telltale sign of taut muscle underneath that all warriors carried, full pert breasts, all covered by flawlessly smooth tanned skin.
He sat on the edge of the bed by her shoulder and ran a hand under her body, fingers teasing over her breasts, enjoying the feel of soft skin under his palms, the weight of them in his hands. John pinched a nipple and twisted lightly, his sub let out a little puff of air. "Stay still Kitten" Moving to the other side he repeated his actions but this time dug his nail in as he pinched. Violet moaned quietly but remained as still as she had been that day in the briefing room. Not a muscle twitched. "Good girl"
Abandoning her breasts he ran the hand down her stomach, taking in the way her hip bones stuck out maybe a little too much, before sliding it between her legs, cupping her sex. He could feel the moist heat against his palm, crooking a finger he ran it over her folds murmuring appreciatively at the feel of her already quite noticeable arousal. Seeking out her clit with his finger he pushed against it, treating her to a few strong circular caresses before taking away his hand and standing. His sub whined and he slapped her arse on his way past. "None of that"
Standing away from the foot of the bed John ran his eyes over her back view, her arse was wonderfully full and currently raised in the air from the arch in her back, her bare sex glistening below it in the morning light. He licked his lips and stepped forward, running his hands over her cheeks. "I look forward to taking this as my own, first with my cane, then with my dick" He was impressed she still didn't move, despite the low moan of want that escaped her lips.
Kneeling between her legs John bent over her back, moving her hair to whisper in her ear. "Such control Kitten, I'm impressed. And can't wait to break it" She tensed under him and if he hadn't been pushed up against her he probably would have never noticed. Violet was very good at controlling her reactions. Reaching his hands around her he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging and twisting and still she followed orders, not moving even though her quiet sounds and the ragged breaths gave away her pleasure. "Let go my sub"
Shuddering under him Violet spread her legs further, rocking her hips, slicking up his dick as it slid tantalizingly over her folds. John growled and dropped her breasts, removing their body contact and sitting back on his heels. He watched her arse squirm in the air, her arousal starting to slide over the inside of her thighs. "So pretty" He lowered his head, his mouth close enough for her to feel his breath over her but making sure he made no physical contact. "Do you taste as good as you smell my Kitten?"
She whined again and pushed back, John jerked his head to avoid giving her what she was after nearly sending himself off the bed. He growled and smacked her again. "Pushy, bratty sub" Gripping her hips he thrust into her, burying himself as deep as he could get. She trembled around him, hot wet velvet pulsing over his length. He clenched his jaw, Violet was strong, everywhere. John bent over her again, being sure to push himself in even deeper. "And brats don't get play, they just get fucked until they learn to behave. This is mine, for my pleasure. You cum without permission and you're sleeping on the floor"
Without bothering to wait for her reply he pushed her head down until it rest on her forearms, giving him an almost perfect view of his cock sitting inside of her, the toned smooth expanse of his subs back and arse making him twitch. As he began a hard but smooth rhythm Violet kept still and braced her own body taking the force of his thrusts with ease, allowing him to set the pace and control the power of his movements.
But internally his cock was being treated to what he could only describe as a mind-blowing massage. Her muscles pulsed and rippled around him, tightening every time he pushed in deep making every pull back sweet torture. John watched himself slam into her again and she let out a deep, guttural moan before whispering his name. Feeling his balls tighten and warmth pool in his stomach at the sounds she was making he grabbed her hair, pulling her upper body against his. She shuddered against him and he reached round to pinch her clit. His sub cried out his name and he pinched again but this time, instead of releasing her, he maintained the painful pressure. "Cum now"
If he thought his cock was in heaven before feeling her cum around him, the wetness sliding down his length and over his balls, pushed him over into pure ecstasy. Allowing himself to lose his final shred of control John pushed her back down and planted a foot on the bed so he could get more force into his thrusts, still pushing on her clit, forcing her to keep on cumming until he was done. Slamming into her one last time he cursed as his vision blurred for a second as his dick emptied itself and his mouth lost all contact with his brain.
As he came back to the present the pleasure of her surrounding him began to become uncomfortable in the wake of his own climax and he slid free, rolling to the side, onto his back. Violet immediately moved around, keeping on her knees, placing her hands behind her back, head bowed over his crotch. John lazily watched his cum begin to run down the inside of her thigh. "Thank you for letting me cum John. I am sorry I forgot my place. I will try harder" She continued to keep her gaze firmly fixed on his cock. "May I clean you?"
He smiled slightly, Caldwell was a fool. "You may"
"Thank you John" His sub lowered her head, hands still locked behind her back causing her to spread her legs a little wider for balance, that beautiful arse raising into the air. He pushed her hair over her other shoulder intent on enjoying the view. As her breath ghosted over his balls she began to perform long slow licks, starting on the inside of his thigh, cleaning off her own cum which had run down under the force of her orgasm. When she moved her attention to his balls Violet hummed quietly and ran her tongue over them, sucking gently.
John stretched out a finger and caught the trail of cum that was threatening to pool on his sheets below his sub's spread knees and offered it to her. Releasing his right ball, which she'd been swirling her tongue around, Violet slid her lips over his finger and lightly sucked. "Such a good girl" he murmured.
Moaning quietly she cleaned the last of his taste from his finger and then turned her attention to the base of his cock. As more long, deliberate licks ran up and down his shaft John silently bemoaned the loss of a quick recovery time that came with rapidly hurtling towards forty. It'd be at least another thirty minutes before his cock was going to play ball again. Violet ran wet swirls over his head, mindful of his increased sensitivity and gave another pleasurable hum.
Violet took the second coffee that was offered to her and relaxed her body as her Dom pulled her in next to Him. Her behaviour may have cut short their play but her new Dom appeared to enjoy a little rebellion in his subs, and she felt more sated than she had in months. The lovely sticky, achy feeling between her legs was only adding to her post-coital glow. John took a sip of His coffee. "I think you are going to serve me very well Violet"
She felt a small surge of pleasure at His words. "I hope so John"
His chuckle vibrated though her and He placed a kiss to her hair. "Are you hungry now?"
"Yes John"
"Good. We shall finish our coffee then you will shower while I fetch breakfast. Today is about rest and relaxation Kitten, you will remain here with me and we will talk some more, prepare your schedule and run through what will be happening in the next few weeks. Whilst you are showering you will think about anything that you specifically wish to ask me about or request of me. Do you understand?"
"Yes John"
Three days later.
Violet stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and examined herself critically. She may not yet have earned the right to call John her Master but the desire to please Him, to be the best she could be for Him was growing with every waking minute. She chewed on her lip, in two days He would resume His full duties and she would be expected to spend another week on downtime. It was going to be incredibly boring, and when Violet got bored she tended to get in trouble. She rolled her eyes at herself.
At least He'd promised to give Daniel access to the city's archives, and agreed to let her join her friend as long as the other members of SG-1 weren't present. She was looking forward to that a lot more than her flight training. She shuddered at the thought of what could potentially go wrong there, she may be able to snap an enemy's neck whilst simultaneously decaptiating another but she couldn't drive in a straight line to save her life.
"Stop dawdling Kitten!"
Giving her self one last check Violet padded out the bathroom and made her way to the living area. Stopping at the coffee pot and pouring two mugs, being sure one was to John's taste, she then made her way to the couch where her Dom sat. Placing the drinks on the table to His right she took her place at His feet, curling her legs under her.
"Thank you Violet" His fingers ran through her hair. "For someone who wears such little clothing you take an awfully long time to get ready"
"I'm not wearing any clothing"
"So I noticed"
"As you asked"
"Hmm, I have the best ideas" He leant down and tipped her head to Him. "Why the inordinate amount of time in the bathroom Slayer?"
"I was thinking"
"Oh dear"
She scowled up at him. "My thoughts are awesome"
John smiled and brushed His lips over hers before pulling back. Violet deepened her scowl. "That is not attractive Violet" He passed a mug down to her and she took a sip, moaning quietly.
He sighed above her. "Your caffeine addiction is out of control. Noises like that should only be made during sex"
She smiled into her mug and curled in closer.
"So, what awesome thoughts are we having this morning?"
"About next week, and how I'm going to amuse myself"
"These sound like dangerous thoughts Kitten"
"Umhmm" Violet looked thoughtfully at His feet. "I'm looking forward to seeing Daniel, and I have my flight training.." She pulled a face. "…but then I'm not sure what I should be filling my time with. You didn't seem to like any of my suggestions"
"You are not naked sunbathing, or incapacitating any of my marines in the sparring room"
She opened her mouth.
"Nor are you to 'experiment with a new look'. The one you have is just fine" He stroked His socked foot over her thigh. "I shall set a meeting up with Miko if you like? You don't have to become best friends but you at least need to get along, find some common ground. Teyla and Ronan can join you also, my team's not going off-world next week whilst I catch up on paperwork"
"Yes please John. I have been looking forward to meeting her, and she seems very similar to me"
"I thought you hadn't met yet?"
Violet shrugged. "I can sense her, she's a very strong presence in the city"
She heard Him place His mug on the table. "Why don't I know you can do this?"
Violet chewed on her lip, crap. "Um, it should be in my notes? All Slayers have an ability to sense one another as well as potential threats but in some its more heightened. Each of us possess a slightly unique gift"
"And this is yours?"
She bowed her head further. "Yes John, I'm sorry, I would have told you if I knew it was missing from the paperwork"
He reached for her mug, placing it beside His and offered His hand. Violet was pulled up and into His lap. "Don't worry Kitten, this isn't your oversight. Explain it to me as best you can"
"I can track better than any Slayer, even Buffy, pick up a trail that s months old and take apart scents until I can tell you what someone five miles away had for breakfast last week. I'm also aware of when others in my presence are upset, angry or lying"
Her Dom turned her head so they were face to face. "Each time I learn something new about you it confirms just how right I was when I decided you were very special, even for a Slayer"
Violet dropped her gaze and felt herself flush a little. "Thank you John"
He hummed. "Oh very pretty Kitten" He tipped her head and pressed His lips against hers, His little sound of approval as she opened up for Him sending small sparks of pleasure across her nerves. He pulled her in closer, warm hands sliding over her bare skin, encouraging her legs apart. His door chimed and He growled into her mouth. Violet whined as He pulled away. "Yeah I know baby" He sighed. "Go get dressed, come straight back here"
"Yes John"
Waiting until her door had slid shut behind her Violet began muttering to herself. She had not lacked for attention from her Dom, and since that first morning He had indulged in taking her as and when He pleased. But He was introducing his play slowly, as if He was worried she wasn't ready, it was incredibly frustrating, and He must have the control of a God. Of course it didn't help that despite being off duty His quarters appeared to be some kind of second office with personnel and friends coming and going with much frequency.
She pulled on her clothes, turning to the side and going on tiptoes and sticking out her arse whilst staring at her reflection. Violet's clothes were normal amongst Slayer's but Miko had barely spent any time at the Cleveland House before being sent out here, so her's were a little more toned down. At least that's what John had said as He'd run his eyes over the contents of her wardrobe, right before muttering something about asking for trouble. Violet had pretended not to hear.
Seeing as she wasn't going to get to stay naked today she'd settled on her pale blue bodice, the one whose stitching followed the shape of her breasts and ran down in slimming lines over her stomach, black thigh high socks and soft black jersey hot pants. She grabbed the sheer black cardigan that could be tied tight around her in case John's disapproving looks became dangerous and slipped a couple of hairbands around her wrist. Violet padded back out and silently cursed, she hadn't needed to get dressed after all.
"Good morning Princess"
Violet smiled. "Good morning Cameron, does today find you well?"
"Cut that shit out Vi"
Cam snorted.
"Sorry John" Moving over to the coffee pot Violet poured one for her House Dom and placed it on the table by the other couch where he was sat.
He raised a brow. "You know how I take my coffee Princess?"
"You added two sugars and ten more millimetres of milk to the one Ronan served you yesterday"
"Well fuck me"
"Cameron!" John frowned.
The other Dom grinned. "Know where I'm coming for my morning coffee from now on"
"No way Mitchell, just teach your sub how to make it properly"
Hoping their discussion would distract John she made her way back to the pot.
"And just what do you think you're doing Kitten?"
Damn. "Um.." The pot hovered over her mug, she could see Cameron still grinning out the corner of her eye.
John sighed. "Fine. But no more today" He sat back on the couch. "So Mitch, you here 'cause you miss my pretty face?"
Violet kept her own face blank and settled back on her cushion by her Dom's feet, placing her coffee on the floor and beginning to pull one half of her hair into a plait.
Cameron rolled his eyes. "Remember the runner we picked up a few days ago? Smelly, crazy, yelling dude"
"You're too old to say dude"
"You're too old to say awesome but you do"
John smirked. "And?"
"And what?"
"The runner Mitch" John glared at him as Cam watched Violet begin her second plait.
Cameron winked at him and John upped His glare. "Get on with it Colonel"
The other Dom held his hands up in mock surrender and grabbed his coffee. He sat back. "He's stopped yelling, now its kinda half crazed rantings"
"Well I certainly feel better for knowing that"
Cam flipped him off. "He's mentioned Ford three times"
Violet forced herself to keep her movements smooth, eyes on the floor in front of her as her Dom tensed. A wave of uneasiness made her stomach tighten.
"What?"
"You heard me Shep. Ford, three times"
"Are you sure he wasn't waxing lyrical about the landscape?"
Cameron scowled at him. "No"
John folded His arms across His chest. "How?"
"We finally got him to shower and change his clothes. We found Ford's tags on him"
Her Dom growled quietly. "And why isn't Lorne telling me this?"
"Because Elizabeth ordered him not to disturb you"
"Ordered?"
"Yes John. She knows you won't agree to chasing up this lead"
"Of course I bloody won't. He's been gone a year Mitch, and some crazed ex-runner turns up with his tags. Its pretty obvious what happened"
Violet's stomach rolled again. Her Dom was literally giving off waves of anger and grief now. She finished her second plait and settled it over her shoulder before tapping her Dom's foot.
"What is it Violet?" She flinched at the snap in His tone. A hand ran over her hair. "I'm sorry Kitten. Is this important?"
Violet nodded.
"Ok"
"If I may see the tags and the man's clothes I may be able to tell you if this Ford was alive when the man last met with him, and how long ago it happened. I may even be able to track him"
"You would?" Cameron was looking curiously at her.
"No Violet, you are not ready"
"This is not the same as engaging in battle John, it would not be a drain"
"Violet.." The door chimed. "For fuck's sake"
The door slid open to reveal Major Evan Lorne, stepping inside he looked around the room. "Ah, Mitchell told you"
John rolled His eyes. "I thought 'Lizbeth ordered you not to tell me"
Evan sat by Cameron. "Yeah bad me" He smiled up at Violet as she handed him a mug. "Thank you sweetheart, how is your Dom taking the news?"
She opened her mouth to reply.
"Don't even think about it Kitten. Come back here"
Flashing the Major a quick grin Violet padded back to her usual place and curled against His leg. He lifted one of her plaits and twirled it around His fingers. "What do you think Ev? Is it worth the risk, the resources?"
The Major ran a hand over his face. "I don't know Sheppard, he's pretty lucid now but even he admits the last couple of years are a bit of a blur"
"So it may not even be Ford?"
"He described him pretty accurately, and Miko is seventy percent sure he's telling the truth or at least what he believes to be the truth. But his time lines could be way out"
Cameron placed his empty mug on the table. "Perhaps you should consider Violet taking a look at this John?"
Evan raised a brow. "Why?"
"Apparently she's a shit hot tracker"
"She's not tracking anything, we're only four days into her downtime"
"Then maybe get her to take a look at the stuff, she said it wouldn't be a drain. If it turns out that this guy ran into Ford only a few weeks ago Miko and Ro can step in for the off world work"
She felt her Dom drum His fingers on His knee, another little tell which meant He was considering allowing her to do this. Violet kept her body language relaxed and waited in silence. This Ford had obviously been an important part of their lives and if she could help bring him back it would bring her great pleasure.
