"Jack"
"Daniel"
"The new language expert for Atlantis is waiting in the briefing room for you"
"Thanks Daniel. Um, why are you grinning at me like that?"
"I'm not grinning at you 'like that', Jack"
"You are"
"No, I'm not"
"Are"
"Not"
"Are"
"Not"
"Don't tell me I have to separate you two again" came a drawl from behind Jack "getting slapped really hurt. And I get enough of that in my personal life" Jack turned to see Colonel Mitchell standing behind him grinning.
"Maybe you should reconsider the whole being an asshole thing Mitchell if you take offence to being slapped so often" He pointed at Daniel "And that was him"
Mitchell stared at Daniel, then Jack, then furrowed his brow "Are you sure Sir?" Daniel snorted.
Jack swung the finger towards Mitchell "Are you implying I bitch slap in fights Colonel?!"
"No Sir" came the snap reply.
Daniel snorted again. "I was just telling Jack the new recruit for Atlantis is here"
"Oh" Mitchell grinned.
Jack eyed the two of them grinning at him and raised his eyes towards the ceiling. "It's a woman isn't it?"
"Yeah" he could feel their grins widening and closed his eyes.
"She's hot isn't she?"
"Yep"
"Go away" he retorted, and for good measure "I'm serious about that asshole thing Mitchell!" and with that he turned and stalked off towards the briefing room. He didn't know what was happening at the SGC lately but he was tempted to get the ventilation system tested for pheromones.
Entering the briefing room he eloquently said "Well shit"
"Uh, General O'Neill?"
"Um, yes, sorry"
"I'm Dr Cassandra Gray" the woman smiled at him "Is there a problem General?"
"I can't send you to another galaxy"
"Um, why?"
He took in the woman sat opposite him. His eyes dropped to her throat first, an old habit, no collar, or any suggestion that there had ever been one. Dressed in a soft green, low cut jumper and tight leather pants with her legs curled under her she looked even younger than the twenty-six years her file stated. Amused green eyes met his and then dipped briefly, a slight tell towards her dynamic. Her hair curled over her shoulders and breasts, Jack fought the urge to run his fingers through it.
He sighed. He could already hear the cries of joy coming from three galaxies away as she stepped through the gate.
"The Doms out there will be bouncing off the fucking walls with glee" She laughed. Oh yeah, that'd just about finish them off. And don't even get him started on Sheppard.
"Don't worry General. I grew up on base's, I have no problem dealing with military Doms"
"Yeah, well these marines have spent nearly five years stuck out in the arse end of the universe fighting space vampires"
"If it makes you feel any better I'm also a pretty good shot and a 3rd degree black belt" She grinned at him.
He raised his brows. "Very impressive"
Her eyes dipped again "Thank you"
Jack scrubbed his hand over his face. "That's a dangerous little habit Doctor Gray"
She sighed. "I know, working on it" Then she smiled at him. "Actually I've gotten a lot better. You practically scream your dynamic from the rooftops though, kinda hard not to react"
Jack sat back in his chair and looked at her. "I'll take that as a compliment Doctor"
She nodded.
"There's no doubt you're more than qualified for this position and they're desperate for someone to help translate the database since Dr Benton left" Jack pursed his lips in thought. "I'm tempted to offer you the protection of my name while you're out there"
Dr Gray's eyebrows raised. "It's a generous offer General O'Neill but it won't be necessary"
He sighed. "If I scream my dynamic from the rooftops then you scream yours from the fucking mountains Dr Gray. Lt Colonel Sheppard runs a tight ship and any Doms who step out of line are unceremoniously shoved back through the gate, generally bruised and bloody. But there are always assholes who manage to cover their own, um, arse's. My name means you can go out there and work without any risk to you"
The young woman looked at him again. "I know this is an offer I should be grasping with both hands General but can I please ask what it would entail? How far your say over me would go?"
"Of course, you're entitled to know. I'd be giving you my name, not taking you as my sub. We won't have a physical relationship unless I receive word you've stepped out of line, then I'll be coming through that gate and flogging your arse. I will want an e-mail in each data burst from you letting me know how you're doing and if you're having any problems. You will also go to Sheppard if you wish to initiate play or a relationship with a Dom or if you are having problems with any of them"
She nodded. "That seems fair. Thank you"
"You have a week here before the Daedalus departs. Is there anything you need, or anything you think I should know?"
She looked thoughtful. "You've provided me with an excellent lab, I have everything I need to complete some work before I leave. You will be able to find me there most of the time. I'm supposed to be joining Colonel Mitchell this evening, he wishes to enlighten me on the glossed over parts of the reports from Atlantis" She grinned at him.
Jack rolled his eyes. "And you know what to expect from this evening?"
"General I don't accept any offers that are not understood, or welcomed"
He snorted.
As Cassandra Gray made her way to the lab she'd been assigned for the week before heading to Atlantis she took a deep breath. God, she'd missed being on a base. Gun oil and sweat, and all those smells she associated with the military. Plus the appreciative looks she was occasionally being thrown.
While she didn't count herself among the breathtakingly beautiful subs that were out there she knew her dynamic was special. She was independent, mouthy and smart, but submission came so naturally she'd hardly needed the training. When she met someone like General O'Neill she had to fight the urge to drop to her knees.
Cassie smiled, a few hours work and then she'd better grab a shower. Colonel Mitchell seemed like the kind of man who liked his subs clean and smooth.
3 Hours Before General O'Neill met Dr Gray
She'd been met by Dr Daniel Jackson and decided she liked the man, smart, witty and, from the way he spoke about his boss and his team, fiercely loyal. He'd shown her to her lab and then offered her a tour before her meeting with the General. He'd had to abandon her outside the mess hall when he'd got called to an emergency in one of the labs. Giving a heartfelt apology and muttering something about "who needs intergalactic enemies" he'd disappeared down the corridor.
Deciding to grab a coffee before making her way back to the lab she turned to enter the mess and slapped straight into someones chest, someones very hard chest. Two strong hands shot out and grabbed her upper arms to steady her and she looked up into, well, blue. Blue, and god she hated herself for even using the word, but twinkly. Yep, definitely twinkling at her.
"Shit sorry. Was thinking about coffee"
Blue smiled at her and drawled "No problem. you must be science department. I'm used to being ploughed out the way for coffee"
Well damn. His voice made little pools of warmth in her stomach. She blinked.
She smiled up at him. "Correct. And sorry again" she bit her lip and watched his pupils dilate slightly "If you'd just release me I'll go get my caffeine fix"
His gaze travelled downwards to her arms and his hands left her body with a snap. "Er, sorry" he grinned at her "Colonel Cameron Mitchell, you can call me Cam. No saluting necessary"
Cassie laughed "How long did it take you to come up with that?"
The Colonel's eyebrows raised "A lot longer than I care to admit" He twinkled at her again "I have more if you want to hear them, maybe there could be beer involved?"
"Oh very smooth Colonel. Does that see you a lot of action?"
He smirked at her. "With the ones that matter"
Cassie laughed again "Oh god, you're killing me here!"
"Oh, I like you"
"I have to warn you that I'll leave you broken-hearted and bereft in a weeks time when I ship out to another galaxy"
"You're the language expert for Atlantis?"
"Yep. Dr Cassie Gray. I think I'm pleased to meet you" she furrowed her brow.
"Well the offer still stands pretty lady" Cassie rolled her eyes.
"Why not, no beer in the Pegasus galaxy. There is a Colonel I hear though" she mused.
"Hey" Mitchell tried to look offended "Anyway, Sheppard's only a Lt Colonel"
Cassie sighed "Some men just aren't up to par"
Mitchell snorted "I'll swing by your lab at 1900. And because I like you I'll fill you in on everything that didn't make it into the reports"
After four hours of flicking through mission reports Cassie grabbed her tablet and set off towards her quarters.
An hour later she slid into her favourite skinnies and off the shoulder black jumper, stroking her hands down her arms, enjoying the softness against her skin. She'd figured out the type of Dom she went for liked her to look, and feel, soft and feminine. Finishing off with over the knee boots, and a quick spritz of perfume she headed back to her lab.
With still half an hour to go Cassie decided to unpack the only box of her work she'd not had shipped out already. As she was finishing up a pile of papers slid off the desk at the back of the lab and she swore. Hanging over the desk she attempted to reach the fallen pile.
"Damn" he drawled from behind her. Whirling around she came face to face with Mitchell. He gazed down at her, licking his lips.
"I've changed my mind, no beer. Instead I'll fill you in on Atlantis while you're on your hands and knees in my bed" Cassie flushed and dropped her eyes to the floor. She heard the hiss of his intake of breath "Oh yeah, that's definitely the new plan"
"But I'm thirsty" she pouted and looked up at him through her eyelashes.
He narrowed his eyes at her, then laughed "Oh yeah, you're good. I'd hoped I was reading you right" He ran his fingers through his regulation hair. "Fine, you get your beer" then he dropped his voice a couple of octaves and lowered his head to hers "but then I get what I want, which is you, hands and knees"
Her stomach flipped a little. "Whatever you want" she breathed, and dropped her eyes again.
"Oh yeah" and with that he grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the corridor.
One beer turned into three plus wings and fries because they actually had a lot in common and he was really funny. He also seemed to know a lot about everyone on Atlantis, especially Lt Col Sheppard and Major Lorne. "Trained, and flew together" he shrugged "they give you shit out there tell them Mitchell will release the photos from Denver on your say so"
She raised her eyebrows "Can I see the photos from Denver"
"Not this time Princess" He looked at her "Not even the pouting's gonna work"
"Damn, it was worth a try"
He laughed. Then his expression turned serious. "Drink up Dr Gray. It's my turn to get what I want"
"Yes sir"
Mitchell gently pushed the woman in front of him up the stairs to his apartment and swung open his door. She took a couple of steps in and stopped to look around.
"Everything alright Princess?"
"Hm, very non-batchelor like. Apart from that" and pointed to his flat screen, "it takes up one whole wall Mitchell" She quirked a half-smile at him and raised an eyebrow. "Compensating for something?"
"Would you be disappointed?" he stepped towards her and lowered his head.
"Desperately" she clasped her hands to her breasts in mock drama.
"Very funny" Mitchell slid his hands around her throat and felt her breath hitch. Sliding his hands over her bare shoulders and skimming them down her arms he put his mouth to her ear and whispered "I'm reliably informed that I'm more than adequate. Perhaps you could confirm this when I'm balls deep in you later" He smirked at her whimper and circled his fingers around her wrists. "No more talking until I say so. You may nod for yes, shake for no, understood?"
She kept her eyes to the floor and nodded "Good girl"
"I don't do extreme pain, I've experienced it and inflicted it too much because of my job to find it in any way pleasurable. However I have no problem with strapping your ass if you break my rules. Nod if you agree to both"
Nod.
Mitchell made an approving sound "I like ties, cuffs and ropes. However I'll never gag you and you'll have a safe word. If your restraints are too tight and break the skin, and you haven't told me I'll be pissed. I enjoy marking but will never do it where it shows unless you and I both want it. Nod or shake"
Nod.
"I know we're not exactly in this for the long haul Princess and you've just taken Jack's name but while you're here, in my home, and at the mountain, I will expect the same respect and courtesy from you that he does. You'll take good care of yourself and come to me with any problems, professional or personal. I expect you to approach me before you let another man, or woman, touch you like this. Understood"
Mitchell watched her hesitate. He knew his possessive streak had a habit of ruining perfectly good flings but it was part of his dynamic and he'd long ago given up trying to repress it.
Nod.
Mitchell exhaled. "Good. Look at me Cassandra" As she tilted her head to meet his he groaned inwardly, he'd known they'd be a good match but she was already pretty far gone. The stunning green of her eyes had nearly disappeared her pupils were so blown, cheeks flushed and her breaths were coming a little faster. She wetted her lips. He groaned out load this time "I knew you'd be perfect Princess, just what I need. I can see I'm what you had in mind"
She swayed a little and nodded. "And still following my orders. Good girl" He cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her head even more towards his "I'm going to lock up for the night. Go to my bedroom, down the hall second door on the left and strip. I want you to be the first thing I see when I walk in. Understood?"
Nod.
"Go"
Cameron moved around his apartment checking doors and windows, and turning off the lights. Giving her time to prepare herself. He also wanted her to come down a little from their 'talk'. He needed her at least semi aware to appreciate what he was going to do to her. His dick hardened a little more at the thought.
Opening his bedroom door his breath caught and his body treated him to a wave of arousal at the sight before him. He'd expected to find her on her knees, head bowed in front of the open door. Instead she'd positioned herself on his bed right in the line of sight from the doorway. On her hands and knees, just like he'd requested back in her lab. Fuck.
The lamp light threw shadows over her naked body, highlighting and hiding at the same time, sun-kissed skin with a sheen of sweat and darkened curves. The mass of hair that had been scraped away from her face while they were out was brushed over the shoulder furthest from the door exposing her neck to him. He could see the tips of it curling against his comforter. Her breasts hung beneath her, nipples dark and hardened, making his mouth water, swinging slightly with her breaths. His eyes raked down, over the arch of her back and upwards, hungrily taking in the curve of her ass, lifted in the air for him.
He moved towards the bed and reached out a finger to touch the back of her neck, trailing it down her spine and over her ass as he walked towards the bottom of the bed. She shivered under his touch and let out a little moan.
"Very pretty Cassandra, and all for me" Another whimper and a nod. "Good girl"
As he rounded the bottom of his bed he released her from his touch and turned to savour the view from behind. More smooth tanned skin, glistening at its centre. He groaned. "So wet already baby".
Nod.
He took a few deep breaths to remind his dick it wasn't sixteen anymore and it would be embarrassing to come within the next two minutes, kicked off his boots and stripped off his shirt, t-shirt and socks. His dog tags swung against his bare chest as he moved to his bedside drawers, got out what he needed and dropped them on the bed beside her knees.
Cam settled between her legs on his knees and picked up one smooth brown leather cuff and fingered it appreciatively. "Cuffs first baby, not going to attach them to anything yet" She nodded. He leaned his body over hers earning him another shiver and snapped the cuff over her wrist, then repeated the action with the other. Staying with his chest pressed into her back he circled her wrists again and slid his hands up her arms, over her shoulders and circled her throat, reversing his actions from earlier. She moaned quietly and rocked back into him.
"Stay still Princess" he whispered in her ear, his voice sounding low and hoarse to himself already. Christ.
Leaning back he trailed his fingers from her throat down her sides, grazing her breasts, dipping into the curve of her waist and then up over the cheeks of her ass. Nipping gently at her hip he removed his hands and got off the bed, moving round so he could face her. He sat down in front of her and brushed his fingers over her breasts, rubbing calloused thumbs over her nipples and pinching and rolling. She moaned again but didn't move. Cam rewarded her with an appreciative noise.
"Look at me baby" She raised her head to meet his eyes. "Shit, how long since someone did this for you Cassie? You can speak"
She licked her lips. "As well as you are, nearly a year" she whispered. Fuck, he dragged his hands through his hair.
"Then we'll go easy tonight Princess. I don't know if you can take everything I want to do to you" She closed her eyes and moaned.
"Please Cameron"
"Easy, let me handle this. No more talking" She licked her lips again and nodded.
He pushed his lips onto hers. Forcing his tongue into her mouth he claimed and explored every part of it, sucking on her tongue and running his over the roof of her mouth. In answer to her increasing whimpers he fisted one hand into all that hair and dropped the other to her breasts, squeezing and cupping, running his gun calloused fingers over her nipples. When she began to practically sob into his mouth he wrenched her face away from his using her hair.
"On your back" he growled.
As Cassie flipped herself over he stood and unhooked one end of the chain that was attached to his headboard, he then clipped her cuffs together over her head and attached them to the chain. "This is all we're using tonight Princess, don't want to break you"
Nod. Her darkened eyes followed him to the bottom of the bed where he knelt between her legs. He circled her ankles with his fingers. "I'm not tying these because it's been a while for you and I'm going to want them wrapped around me later when I'm fucking you. Don't make me regret this decision"
Shake.
"Your safe word is Kansas. Repeat it to me"
"Kansas"
He nipped at her knee. "Again"
"Kansas"
"Good. No more talking"
Nod.
One hour later Colonel Mitchell sat back to admire his work. Dr Gray's body was littered with his marks, beautiful red bites and blossoming purple bruises in the shape of his mouth. Her eyes were black and glazed with pleasure, face flushed, beads of sweat ran down her body, leaving trails between her breasts and down her thighs. She was panting slightly and the room had been filled with her moans but she hadn't uttered a word.
"Perfect baby, so fucking beautiful like this" his voice cracked with lust. She whimpered in response. "Soon, I promise"
He stood and pushed off his jeans and boxers in one movement, groaning as the cool air of the room hit his cock. He'd been hard for what felt like hours now and he knew his promise to her was also to himself. He needed to be in her soon. But for now he squeezed the base of his cock and settled back between her legs on his knees.
Her arousal was practically pooling on his bed below her and he felt the familiar addictive rush of knowing he'd done that without once reaching between her legs. He allowed himself to inhale deeply and enjoy her scent, then he lowered his head and ran his tongue from the base of her pussy to the top, flicking her clit with the tip as he passed.
Cassie arched off the bed and cried out in a language he didn't recognise. He grinned to himself that he'd finally gotten her to break his rule then dipped his head again. As he circled her clit with his tongue he slid two fingers inside her and curled them scraping against the sensitive flesh inside of her.
Cam couldn't believe how hot and wet and OPEN she was for him, he'd never met anyone who responded so perfectly to him. And then she was gripping his fingers, sucking them impossibly deeper inside of her and her hips were pushing her pussy into his mouth, desperately seeking that last bit of friction needed to push her over the edge. Foreign words were falling from her mouth, along with his name, over and over. He added another finger, twisted, and sucked on her clit and she was screaming his name, her body rippling around him, trapping his fingers where she needed them.
Without giving her time to recover he pulled out of her, unhooked the cuffs from the chain and flipped her onto her stomach and reattached her to the headboard. Sliding an arm under her he pulled her up until she got the message and went onto her knees.
"I know I said I wanted you wrapped around me when I fucked you but then I remembered how pretty you looked earlier, presenting yourself for me. Hold onto the headboard, don't let go" He tapped her ass as she bent forward "and you broke the rules Princess, I'm gonna pink up this pretty ass of yours later, as promised"
Just nodding. "When you can, talk all you want. I like to hear how much my cock is appreciated"
Nod.
He slid into her to his hilt in one movement. "God Cameron" she choked out.
"Yeah baby I know" he ground out and pulled out to his tip then slid back in again, and again and again. He could feel her muscles start to flutter around him and he groaned "So tight, so perfect. Such a good girl"
Deep inside her he leaned forward to her ear. "You're going to come for me again with me inside you cause you felt so fucking amazing coming on my fingers I want to feel it on my cock. And I'm not going to touch your clit, you're going to do it cause my cock is the most amazing fucking thing you've ever had inside of you, you hear me"
She groaned, tightened her grip till her knuckles whitened and raised her arse to him, rocking. "Yes please Cameron, whatever you want"
He growled and pulled out and slammed back into her again. And then it was just her, her cries of his name, her moans and her pussy rippling around him, pulling him in deeper with every thrust until she screamed his name again and her body tightened and stilled. And then pressure and movement around his cock and he managed one more shaky thrust before his vision whited out, he forgot to breath and every muscle in his body screamed with pleasure on the verge of pain.
When he finally managed to gather enough brain cells together he realised she had collapsed onto the bed with her hips still being held up by his hands. He slid free of her with a curse, unhooked the cuffs from the chain and released his hold, vaguely admiring the bruises in the shape of his fingers across her hips. On shaky legs he made his way to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, cleaning her off and then himself. He wrestled the comforter from under her, and pulled it up over the both of them.
As he reached an arm around her his fingers brushed the soft leather of the cuffs still surrounding her wrists. She sighed.
"Please, can I…."
"Keep them on for the night baby"
"Thank you Cameron" barely a whisper.
"Thank you, Dr Gray"
Cassie took one final look around the lab that had been hers for the past week and sighed. She was about to be beamed aboard the Daedalus to begin her journey to Atlantis and she knew she should be feeling more excited than this. Ever since Dr Jackson had told her just what they did at the SGC and that they had another outpost in a different galaxy, and just what they did THERE she'd been practically bouncing on her toes in her eagerness.
But a week of being in Colonel Cameron Mitchell's bed had left her relaxed and grounded. She'd expected just one night of play from him and had been pleasantly surprised to see him standing in her lab the next night. He'd reached forward and stuck his fingers in her belt loops, pulling her into him. He'd dipped his head.
"Now I've sufficiently broken you in I'm going to take you home, tie you up and fuck you til I'm all you see, all you want. Until I'm the only thing swimming around that pretty head of yours"
She'd nearly come right there. It was his goddamn voice that did it, every time.
Cassie sighed. She was no fool and knew that if she did stick around rather than flying off to another galaxy what she'd found with him wouldn't last forever, or even be long-term. But he was addictive, damn him, and he knew it, which flipped her switch just the more. She ran a hand through her hair before tying it up on top of her head. Stretching up to secure the rubber band she winced as her tee scraped against a particularly wonderful bite on her stomach.
There was a deep chuckle behind her "something bothering you Dr Gray"
"Bastard" she grumbled "you did that one on purpose, it's not going to fade for days"
"Gotta make sure you remember me somehow" he drawled.
She turned around and lifted an eyebrow "I don't think that will be a problem Colonel Mitchell"
He grinned at her. "Good. Now I need something to remember you by" he sauntered over to her, allowing his eyes to wander shamelessly.
She snorted "I don't think so Mitchell, I'm not being beamed aboard the Daedalus whilst mid depraved act"
"You're no fun Princess"
"I'm plenty fun as you well know Colonel. But I'm afraid you're going to have to rely on your memories for this one" she smiled at him.
"Memories fade"
"As do marks"
"Please be careful Cass"
Her eyes widened in surprise and then there was a bright white light.
Three weeks later
Lt Colonel Sheppard sat in his and Major Lorne's office idly flicking through off-world requests from the science department. He sighed. They were all so desperate to go through the gate but hardly any of them had the training required. And it appeared they thought it wasn't necessary.
"Huh"
He looked over at his 2IC. "What's up Ev?"
Major Lorne looked over at him. "Daedalus arrives in a couple of hours, thought I'd check the files of the new recruits"
"And"
"Our new language expert"
"Um, Dr Gray?"
"Well done Sir"
John rolled his eyes "AND"
"She's taken General O'Neill's name"
John raised his eyebrows. It was unusual for a uncollared sub to come to his city with the protection of another Dom in name only. "It say why?"
"Nope. Just that any incident involving her must be immediately reported to him and, I quote, 'any fucker who touches her without permission will be shot personally by the General'"
John snorted. O'Neill's reports and emails were always a bright spot in the seemingly endless reams of paperwork.
"She a relative?"
"Nope"
"Huh"
Four days later
Hurrying down the corridor Cassie quietly cursed to herself. She'd been asked to be in Lt Colonel Sheppard's office twenty minutes ago and then McKay had waylaid her, asking her to look at something for him, and then she'd practically run into Sergeant Bates on the way out of Rodney's lab.
Bates freaked her out, pure and simple, no other way of putting it. He made her feel uncomfortable, and rebellious, which for her was always a sign of a bad Dom. She'd wanted to stay, unsure why Bates was visiting Rodney, but she had yet to meet with her CO and Dom that she was to report to. This was not a good start.
Passing her hand over the door chime she stepped in as it slid open. Making sure she met the gaze of the man seated at the desk in front of her she stayed silent.
"Dr Gray?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I'm late Colonel"
"Explain"
She tried not to roll her eyes. "Dr McKay asked me to look at something as I was passing his lab. I didn't think it would take as long as it did. I apologise"
"Hmm. In future you'll be on time to any meetings with me Dr Gray. Even McKay will understand if you explain that you are expected here"
Cassie fought off the instinct to drop to her knees. "Of course"
His lip twitched slightly. "Is there anything you think you should tell me?"
'Bates creeps me out!' "No"
"Really?"
Shit, he was good. "Yes..really"
He looked at her, time ticked on. She struggled to maintain eye contact.
Sheppard sighed. "Very well. How are you settling in, any problems?"
"No problems. And I'm settling nicely"
His mouth twitched again. "General O'Neill has told you to report to me. That means any unwelcome contact with a Dom, or any that you wish to initiate will be discussed with me. I will also want to see you once a week to make sure you're looking after yourself"
Cassie really tried not to roll her eyes. She must have twitched.
"Is there a problem?"
"No Colonel"
"I understand your work load will be heavy, especially in the first few weeks. If it gets too much tell me, if I think it's too much and you haven't told me I'll be pissed"
She nodded.
This time he rolled his eyes. "Do you have anything you wish to ask me? Anything you need?"
"No, thank you"
He narrowed his gaze slightly and then sighed again. "Fine, you're dismissed. Stay in touch Dr Gray"
"Yes Colonel"
When she'd left his office John leant back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. At least the reason for Jack placing her under his name for protection had become clear. He was surprised she hadn't already been mentioned to him by another Dom.
Everything about Dr Gray screamed submissive, he was pretty sure she'd been struggling not to go to her knees right there in front of him. Like O'Neill he was incredibly toppy and he did nothing to hide that part of his dynamic. He'd embraced what he was years ago and his bed had only been empty when he wanted it to be since.
John frowned slightly. She'd met his gaze, unflinching, and her replies to his questions had been clear, precise and short. She must have cast iron control over her sub instincts. If he wasn't so good at reading others he'd have taken her for a disrespectful and rebellious sub. He sighed. Either the Doms in the city were going to leave her well alone, deciding she wasn't worth the hassle, or they'd be fascinated enough to try to get her to give herself up.
He closed his eyes, at least with O'Neill's name hanging round her neck she shouldn't have to deal with any unwanted attention of the physical kind. But he knew that it wasn't just a touch that could break a sub down.
John decided to put the word out that it wasn't just O'Neill she answered to. His name should be enough to keep the other fuckers away. At least the smart ones.
After her meeting with Sheppard Cassie practically ran to the transporter and hit the spot for her quarters praying she wouldn't see anyone. She gratefully sank against her door when it slid shut behind her.
Shit, her CO was the toppiest fucking Dom she'd ever met.
She rubbed her face with shaking hands. It had been nearly a month now since she'd last played and, although she'd gone a lot longer before, it seemed she was going to struggle to hold it together from this point on. Going from Mitchell's bed and O'Neill's nearly constant attention to nothing had hit her hard. And Lt Colonel John Sheppard was not going to help her any. Answering to him and following his rules was going to give her a teasing look at what it would be like to be his, without actually giving her what she needed, or wanted.
Cassie pushed herself up and went over to her desk. Pulling open a drawer she saw the box that had mysteriously appeared at the bottom of her personal items case when she'd unpacked. She grabbed it with shaking hands, sat on the floor and opened it up. There, nestled in purple silk, were two brown smooth leather cuffs. At first she'd thought he'd done it to piss her off or upset her but when she'd suffered her first zone out on the Daedalus she'd raced back to her quarters, clicked them onto her wrists and slept for more than four hours without him wrapped around her.
Cassie took a shaky breath and slipped on the cuffs. Closing her eyes and leaning her head back against her bed she pushed out Lt Colonel John Sheppard and surrounded herself with Cameron Mitchell.
"Turn the fucking alarm off Cameron. Cameron, Cam, no!" His arms that had been wrapped around her started to lose their hold, the comforting pressure fading and then he was gone "No!"
Cassie slammed upright in the dark of her quarters breathing heavily. Her door chimed, and again. "Fuck"
She raised herself up onto wobbly legs and lurched towards the door muttering "alright, alright" as the door chimed again. It slid open before she'd had time to hit the sensor and she came face to face with Sheppard.
"What the fuck Colonel, did you just open my door?" she snapped.
"Excuse me?"
Shit. "Um, sorry, you woke me" She dropped her eyes. "Not a morning person"
"Right" he said doubtfully. "Is there a reason you're sleeping in your quarters at 1500, instead of working with McKay as you'd arranged with him?"
Shit. She met his gaze, trying to gather her control back. "I came back for some of my papers, must have dropped off while I was reading them" She turned back into the room "I'll go to Rodney's lab now"
"Don't forget your radio Dr Gray"
"My radio?"
He tapped his ear. "It stays in Doc, that way I don't have to haul my arse out here because we can't get hold of you"
Shit. "Of course, sorry Colonel"
He nodded, eyeing her briefly, then left the room.
Sheppard frowned at her closed door.
Why HAD he hauled his arse down here? He could have sent someone else.
Why was he not in there right now yelling at her for wasting his time and scaring the shit out of him?
Why had she scared the shit out of him? Because she wasn't where she was supposed to be and she didn't answer her radio.
He clenched his fists. Fuck.
Snapping off the cuffs Cassie gave a grateful sigh that she had a long-sleeved jumper on today. She wasn't sure she wanted him to know the effect he'd had on her. She had a feeling that Lt Colonel Sheppard was someone you didn't get involved with without some serious thought first.
Jogging into McKay's lab he turned to her and glared.
"Where the fuck have you been Gray?"
She held her hands up. "I'm really sorry Rodney, I fell asleep in my quarters"
"YOU WERE ASLEEP"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm sorry" She ran a hand over her face. "I seem to be saying that a lot today"
"What?"
"Sorry. Mostly to Sheppard"
McKay snorted "Don't worry, you'll stop that soon enough. Now I just glare back at him until he tells me to fuck off"
She grinned at him. "Not sure I want to push my luck just yet. I like to able to sit without crying"
Rodney raised an eyebrow. "You only met him today, how do you know?"
"I get the feeling he's not really a 'let's sit down and talk about it' kind of CO"
He smirked. "Actually he's pretty understanding. But I would recommend not pissing him off. You're right about the sore arse thing, there's usually yelling involved too"
"Yeah, think I got off pretty lightly when he found me in my quarters earlier"
"HE found you?"
"Um, yeah"
"Huh"
Six weeks later
Rodney swung his legs back and forth over the edge of the pier and looked at the woman beside him.
"I can't believe you've been in Colonel Mitchell's bed. Lucky bitch"
She turned and smirked at him. "Didn't you ever? You worked at the SGC for a while. And you're hot"
He rolled his eyes. "I may be hot but I also have a penis"
Cassie giggled and took a gulp of beer. "Unusual to find a Dom that sticks to one gender"
"Yeah, and it had to be a fucking hot Dom aswell"
She grinned at him. "Isn't there anyone here? I thought maybe you and Sheppard…?"
He shrugged. "We pretty much wanted to tear each others clothes off the minute we met but our dynamics just don't mesh. Eventually we'd have both been unhappy and frustrated"
"Sucks when that happens"
"Yeah"
Rodney opened another beer. "However, you and Sheppard are an entirely different matter Dr Gray. Still enjoying your weekly meetings?"
She snorted. "They're like fucking torture. Everything ok? Yep. Anything you need? Nope. Any of my marines sexually harassing you? Unfortunately not"
He laughed. "Please tell me that's actually what you say"
"I'm working up the courage. So" She prodded him. "Anyone here rocking your boat?"
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Not currently"
"Anyone you wish is?"
He glared at her. "Not telling you"
"Come on McKay"
"No"
"It's not Bates is it?"
Rodney made a gagging sound. "He's hot but he freaks me the fuck out"
Cassie sighed. "Yeah, me too"
"Tell your Colonel"
"Fuck off McKay"
John strode down the corridor towards her lab. She'd managed to be on time for every meeting since the first one, even if she was sometimes a little out of breath. However, today she was nearly an hour late and the life signs detector showed her still in her lab. He'd reached a hand up to radio her then frowned. This called for a little face to face chat.
Hearing raised voices coming from her room he sped up. The lab door was open. He slowed down again as he identified the voices as her and McKay.
Leaning against the door frame he looked them over. He was pretty sure neither of them had slept for at least one night and, despite three empty pots of coffee on her work table, there was no sign of food having been eaten. Rodney was stood in front of one of four white boards, waving his hands and talking about locations and unused parts of the city. She was sat cross-legged on the table behind him glaring at the back of his head, muttering something about long dead languages.
"Dr Gray"
They both jumped and turned towards the door. She frowned at him.
"Colonel Sheppard, is there something wrong?"
"Think about it Doc"
She bit her lip and looked thoughtful. Rodney smacked her leg with his pen "Ow!"
"Your meeting Cass"
"Fuck"
"Precisely. Point to Dr McKay"
Dr Gray glared at him. He raised an eyebrow.
Sighing she dropped her eyes. "Sorry Colonel, I um, got a little…involved" She waved her hand at the boards.
"So I see. When did either of you last sleep, or eat?"
"Hey" McKay pointed at him. "I can abuse my body as much as I like. I don't report to you"
"Actually McKay, you do. You're on my team and you practically keep my city afloat. You're useless to me if you're half dead on your feet"
Cassie stuck her tongue out at Rodney. He flipped her the finger.
"Will you two behave? Don't make me separate you"
Rodney rolled his eyes. "We're not twelve Colonel"
"Well, don't act like it then"
John made his way round to the boards and leant back against the table, arms folded and feet crossed at the ankles. He made sure his hip slightly brushed Dr Grays knee. "So, tell me whats so important that both of you are here, jumped up on caffeine?"
Dr Gray rolled her eyes. Rodney glared at her then turned to him.
He cleared his throat. "Well, um, last night we were out on the east pier.."
The Colonels eyebrows raised. He got a rude hand gesture in return.
"…. and on our way back I happened to trip over a small raised tile thing.."
"Raised tile thing?"
Cassie snorted and got an elbow in reply. "Hey!"
"Go on Rodney"
The other man nodded, glaring at her. "We tried to prise it up but it wouldn't budge and then we noticed that there were more of them. Spaced about 200 yards down both sides of the pier. None of them would move so we came back here. I brought up the city's schematics and Cass had a look through the database"
"And"
"We think they may be weapon hatches"
"Weapon hatches"
"Um yes"
"And I'm just hearing about this now because?"
"Because we're not sure. They're smaller than the openings for the drones to be fired through and the information in the database is sketchy at best" Dr Gray replied beside him "We don't want to waste your valuable time if they're just to make the city look pretty Colonel"
Rodney snorted.
John pushed himself up and turned to her, frowning. "I see your wit only increases with huge doses of caffeine Dr Gray. It appears to have dulled your sense of self-preservation as well"
Rodney snorted again. John turned to him. "You, go get a shower and some food. I'm guessing you're not going to sleep until your high's worn off so then you can return here and continue working"
"Oh thank you great and powerful leader"
"McKay" He growled.
"Fine, fine. I'm going. I'll be back in half hour" Cassie nodded to him.
John stepped back to look at her. Sighing, he took in the dark circles under her eyes, the slight tremor in her hands, and he was pretty sure she'd lost weight since he'd first met her.
"How many of these all nighters are you pulling Doc?"
She frowned at him. "No more than everyone else, slightly less than McKay"
"Don't be a smartass" He folded his arms. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you'd be in if O'Neill suddenly decided to pay you a visit? Look at you. He's given you his name to ensure your wellbeing and yet you wander the city at night, messing with things without proper thought or equipment. You're skipping sleep and meals. You've missed a meeting with me and have you even written your email to him yet? The data burst is tomorrow"
She glared at him. "I'm not a fucking child Colonel. I do no more than any other person on this base, and I'm well aware of my physical wellbeing. Last night and today are an exception and you know it. I have always attended my meetings with you, I tell you anything I believe you need, or wish, to know. Yes I've written my bloody email. And I apologise for you having to 'haul your arse' down here and waste your precious time because I got lost in my work"
John stepped forward and placed his hands either side of her on the table. He narrowed his gaze. "If you were mine you wouldn't be able to sit for a week after speaking to me like that. I should send you through the gate with instructions that O'Neill needs to flog your arse and teach you a little respect"
She tilted her head, not breaking eye contact. "Well it sucks to be you because I'm not yours and Jack is with the Asgard trying to requisition some 'big honking space guns'"
He growled.
"Perhaps you'd like to send me through the gate anyway. I believe Colonel Mitchell has taken over Jack's duties at the SGC, I'm sure he'd be happy to give me a few lessons in respect"
John leaned in further, their faces an inch apart. "I'm leaving before I do something I regret Dr Gray. You will be at my office at 1800. If you fail to show up we're done here. You'll be shipped back to Earth tomorrow when the Daedalus arrives"
He pushed himself back up and stalked out the room.
Waiting until the door slid shut behind him he tapped his radio. "Chewie?"
"Yeah"
"Meet me in the sparring room will you"
"Sure" His radio clicked off.
John rubbed his temples. He wasn't sure what he would've done if he'd stayed but he knew she'd pushed his control to the limit, and she'd done it so goddamn easily. He snorted to himself. It was probably a toss-up between bending her over the table and tanning her hide or bending her over the table and screwing her senseless.
Cassie sat frozen, willing her body to relax. She'd thought he was going to touch her, and she wasn't sure in what way. She didn't know what way she'd have preferred.
She closed her eyes and exhaled. Stupid, stupid. She'd let the tentative friendship they'd built lull her into a false sense of security. Mixed in with her tiredness and the six cups of coffee she'd consumed meant she'd pushed him too far. Part of her had been curious since their first meeting about what he'd be like when he lost that iron clad control of his.
Her answer? Slightly terrifying, and really hot.
Cassie stood outside his office door, as her watch clicked round to exactly 1800 she ran her hand over the door chime. It slid open and she stepped in, moving to stand in front of his desk, head bowed.
"Well done Dr Gray, and exactly on time I see" His chair creaked slightly. "The first thing I want you to do is to explain to me what you were doing out on the east pier last night with McKay"
Without lifting her head Cassie began to talk. "That's the fourth time we've been out there. It's nice to get out the lab and grab some fresh air. We often discuss work, sometimes we talk about our friends or family. I like to think we've become friends"
"Oh you definitely have Dr Gray. I still haven't decided if this is a good thing or not"
She tried not to smile.
"There is no other reason?"
Shit.
"Dr Gray?"
"We usually go out there on a Tuesday night…when Dixon's team is on security detail"
"Why?"
Fuck. "Sergeant Bates is very thorough in his checks of the labs"
"Is he now?"
Cassie nodded. "Last week he spent nearly an hour in my lab, making small talk. When I first got here I would find him in McKay's a lot"
"You obviously realise this is something I should be told otherwise you wouldn't be mentioning it now. And yet neither you nor Rodney have said anything"
Shit. "I can't speak for Dr McKay but soon after my arrival Bates changed his favourite hang out spot to my lab. He has never spoken out of turn, and never attempted to touch me, or initiate any touch. There is nothing to really tell"
"I hate it when these assholes are smart too. How do you feel about his presence, are you interested?"
She snorted. "No"
"He's a good-looking Dom, and I've heard good things about his play"
She shifted a little. "He creeps me the fuck out"
Sheppard chuckled quietly. "Ok Doc, I'll have a word with Dixon, get him to send another of his guys down to do the checks. If Bates starts turning up elsewhere or crosses the line you tell me, immediately. Do you understand?"
Cassie nodded.
"Good. Now about our little discussion today.."
She groaned inwardly.
"…. due to your witty remark about Mitchell I take it you've been in his bed?"
She nodded again.
"And yet you're here under O'Neill's name?"
"Colonel Mitchell and I spent some time together the week before I left on the Daedalus. It developed into nothing more than a friendship. Our dynamics mesh quite well in the bedroom but out of it we drive each other crazy. His name was never offered or asked for"
"Hmm" She heard his chair creak again "You may look up Dr Gray"
She raised her head and met his gaze. He swiveled his chair to the side and gestured to the floor in front of him "Come here"
Fuck. Cassie slowly made her way round the desk and stood in front of him. He rolled his eyes. "Kneel"
Oh god, this was not good for her self-control. Dropping to her knees and spreading them slightly, she dipped her head and moved her hands to the small of her back. Cassie smirked a little when she heard a quiet groan.
"I was surprised to hear that O'Neill had put his name to you, especially as you weren't participating in a physical relationship or family. Then I met you. Without his protection I'm sure I would have been forced to drop kick several marines back through the gate by now. You're showing him disrespect by not looking after yourself, and by talking out of line to me. Do you understand?"
Cassie nodded.
"Your dynamic is rare Doc, and it draws Doms in. We're fascinated by you. I'M fascinated by you" She swallowed. "I haven't approached you because I rarely take a sub for more than a few weeks, in fact it's usually just one or two nights. And I don't want O'Neill making good on his promise of shooting anyone who harms a hair on your head. However, after this morning…" He sighed.
"You've gotten under my skin Dr Gray and the things that were said today pissed me off and turned me on in equal measure. I know under that smart mouth of yours you're capable of total submission. In fact I'm pretty sure it comes so naturally to you, you hardly had to bother with any training. I'm a demanding bastard, over-protective, possessive and nurturing, those subs I do keep around for a while eventually find me suffocating. However, I think you'd flourish under my dynamic, both in my bed and out of it"
Shit, shit, shit!
"Look at me"
Crap. Cassie raised her head. He was sprawled in his office chair, fingers laced together in his lap, his eyes dark, looking down at her. Why did he have to be so bloody hot. Crap.
Then he leant forward and ran a strand of her hair though his fingers. "Mitchell always did have excellent taste" he murmured "As you can imagine between us we have encountered some subs that the other has bedded. It doesn't bother me but I would ask that you refrain from any unnecessary contact with him or referring to your time together in front of me or other Doms. Would that be a problem?"
She shook her head.
Sheppard leant back and nodded. "Good. Then you need to decide Dr Gray, if you want to continue here as you are or if you want to be mine"
Cassie cracked her eyes open and growled at the sunlight shining through her window. Squinting at the clock she read 0730, five hours sleep, she moaned. She was pretty sure that wasn't what Sheppard had had in mind when he'd said well rested.
Sheppard! Her mind darted back to the night before. When she'd given him her answer he'd pulled her into his lap and, God, when he'd kissed her, her body had literally sparked. She moaned again remembering his tongue stroking over hers, exploring every bit of her mouth, claiming each and every inch. As the memory of him dipping his head to her breast assaulted her brain her fingers wandered to the bruise he'd left, marking her as his. She stroked over it, causing her to groan and gently roll her hips.
Cassie's head thunked back into her pillow. He'd readjusted her clothes, pushed her off his lap with a smirk, and told her to get her arse to bed. He wanted her well-rested for today. Apparently they were going to talk, again. She snorted to herself.
Moving her hand to his mark again her other hand slid down between her legs, feeling wetness pooling there already. Cassie whimpered. If just the memory of his touch could do this she couldn't, wouldn't wait too much longer for him. However much he wanted to talk. She slid a finger through her folds gathering wetness and then slicked up to her clit. Her breath hitched at the first contact and she began to circle it. Slowly at first, and then as she lost herself in the memory of his mouth on her, speeding up until she could reach out and nearly touch her orgasm.
Cassie groaned with frustration as her pussy desperately tried to find something to grip on to, and then she was moving through it and her orgasm flowed through her in waves causing her to softly cry out his name. Panting slightly she sat up allowing the covers to pool around her waist and then noticed a flask and a tablet on her other bedside. She smiled and reached out for them.
Undoing the flask the smell of coffee hit her and she smiled even wider. Sipping at it she looked at the tablet.
'Drink up Doc. Then shower and get dressed for the mainland. Radio me when you're ready' A half-smile quirked at her lips. Mainland huh? Well, he could talk and then she could sunbathe, naked.
An hour later she clicked her radio for Sheppard's private line "I've followed orders like a good girl. Do I get my reward now?"
"It's about time, I was about to come wake you" His voice in her ear sent little shivers up her spine.
"Well, someone demanded me well rested. And then I had to relieve some of my frustration because the same someone wouldn't put out last night. Thanks for the reminder by the way" She added smiling, fingering the bruise.
He growled in her ear. "Behave"
"You started it"
Silence. "Sheppard?"
Her door slid open and he stepped in.
"You know you need to stop doing that, especially when I'm sleeping" She gestured to the coffee mug "It's a little creepy"
He didn't answer her just advanced into the room causing her to take a step back "John?"
He took another step, reached out and yanked her into him, crushing her lips to his. Cassie could feel her whole body setting off again as he forced his way into her mouth, swallowing her moans as he held her fast, one hand at the back of her head and the other in the small of her back. When he finally pushed her back he growled at her.
"Relieving your frustration? Fuck Cass, I was in the fucking mess"
She laughed, albeit a little shakily "I repeat, you started it"
"Umhm. Well I'LL finish it when I'm good and ready Doc. No more wandering hands until I tell you you can, and then I'm going to enjoy the show"
She closed her eyes and groaned "Now, that's not fair"
"Yeah, well, I think you need reminding who's in charge"
"Isn't bossing around a whole city enough for you?"
"Nope, and you're very fucking grateful it's not"
She dropped her eyes "Yes Sir"
He growled again and dragged her to the door. "Lets get out of here before you derail all my plans"
Cassie was standing at the shore line looking out over the water.
Two warm hands slid around her waist and he huffed into her ear "Everything ok Cass?"
"Hmmm" She hummed at the warmth at her back "I was just thinking I should thank Rodney for choosing such a beautiful planet for Atlantis' new home"
"Yeah, it's pretty special" He nipped his way down her neck, drawing warm circles on her stomach. She moaned and leaned into him, allowing her body to melt into his. His chuckle sent hot breath over her shoulder.
"You're pretty good at that sweetheart"
"Hmm, what?" she murmured.
"Giving yourself over to me" She tensed slightly and he tightened his grip.
"Like you said, I'm a natural"
"So why so tense now?"
"Sorry" She forced herself to relax.
He sighed in her ear. "I want you to relax because you are, not because I asked you to"
Cassie nodded.
John turned her and wrapped his fingers around her wrist, pulling her up the beach.
"Um John?"
"Shh sweetheart, just come sit with me ok" He sat on a blanket pulling her between his legs, wrapping his arms around her. She turned to the side, curling her legs under her and resting her head on his chest.
"Um, better, good girl" His voice soft in her ear "Now you tell me why you tensed up like that"
She sighed. "I trained myself to control my natural reactions. It just scares me a little when I lose that control so easily"
"Why the fuck would you do that? It's beautiful to watch, you should be proud"
Cassie bit her lip, glad her face was hidden from him.
"Angel, answer me"
"I am proud, and when I'm with someone who I trust I love to show them just how completely I can give myself" She paused. He stayed silent behind her. "But some Doms read them wrong. They think that because I react the way I do it gives them a free pass to do whatever they like. Or that I'm available to them when I'm not. It became easier to just hide what I was"
She felt him tense behind her. "Someone hurt you?"
Cassie nodded.
"I want their name"
"Names" She whispered. And whimpered when he gripped her.
"Shit, sorry sweetheart, did I hurt you?"
She shook her head.
He sighed. "What happened?"
"Do I have to?"
"Yes"
Cassie squirmed.
"Cass, you need to tell me so I don't do something that freaks you out or makes you uncomfortable when we're together. You understand?"
She nodded and took a deep breath.
John sat and listened to her, trying to control the rage that was building up inside him. He hated abusive and ignorant Doms, he'd worked hard to smooth the rough edges of his natural dynamic, and to understand every sub who had been in his bed. It didn't matter if they were there for one night or one year. What each one of them gave was a gift and they were to be respected and cared for.
Someone like her should have been fucking worshipped, not ended up in hospital. Three times.
And from the sound of it she'd been pretty careful. Making sure she got to know them first, contacting other subs they'd been with, one of them was even a long-term boyfriend. It seemed she was right. Some Doms couldn't understand her, couldn't read her right and she'd paid for it. With a broken collar-bone, dislocated wrist and a night of vomiting when she took a punch to the stomach.
He heard her let out a little yelp and realised he'd been gripping her wrists so tight they were turning white.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry angel. Maybe I shouldn't be touching you when you're telling me this shit"
She shook her head against his chest.
"Ok" He loosened his grip. "Better?"
Cassie nodded.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Anything else sweetheart?"
John felt her tense for a second then wiggle out of his arms. Keeping her back to him she slipped off her t-shirt. There were three pale white lines running diagonally across her lower back.
He fought the urge to vomit and traced his fingers down them, wincing when she flinched. Leaning forward he put his mouth to her ear. "When you're ready I want their names sweetheart. They're gonna pay for this"
As Cassie turned to face him she rested herself on her hands and knees, between his legs. Tilting her head to one side she looked at him.
"Like something you see" he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.
Then she closed them, tilted back her head, exposing her throat to him and murmured "Thought you wanted a taste"
His soft growl at the back of his throat sent little twinges of pleasure between her legs and she licked her lips. And then his tongue was running up the side of her neck, teeth nipping along her jaw and lips brushing against hers. She squeezed her eyes closed even tighter and concentrated on his touch. She was surprised at his kiss, it wasn't forceful or claiming like the others had been, just his lips gently pressing on hers and then his tongue running along them asking for permission. She sighed and opened her mouth for him.
As he stroked his tongue over hers, gently sucking it into his own mouth he reached up and pulled her hair free of its band. Moaning quietly he slid his hand into her hair and cupped the back of her neck. Giving it a brief squeeze he pulled away and Cassie whimpered at the loss of contact.
"Open you eyes Cassandra" She did as she was told and looked into his beautifully darkened gaze. "Stand and strip"
She slowly rose to her feet, fighting the urge to just tear her own clothes off, and kicked off her shoes. Shucking her jeans and adding them to her already discarded t-shirt, Cass took a moment to look back down at him. Splayed out beneath her, propped on his elbows, lips wet, pupils blown, erection straining against his jeans, watching her every move. She groaned.
"You're like fucking real life porn"
He smirked at her "You're not doing too bad yourself sweetheart" He tapped her leg with his foot "Now, no more talking. Underwear off"
She smirked back at him and reached behind her to unfasten her bra then crossed her arms to catch the straps with her fingers dragging them off her shoulders and keeping her breasts hidden until the last possible moment. She didn't dare look at him as she slid her hands down her stomach to the waistband of her panties, hooking her thumbs underneath the fabric.
"Stop" she stilled her hands, not raising her gaze. His hands caught hers and moved them to behind her back. Then his fingers replaced hers, trailing down the same path, running along the top of the fabric "Mine"
Cassie whimpered.
Then his fingers slid inside and gently pulled them down over her thighs, then calves, then he was lifting each foot one by one and chucking them to one side.
She closed her eyes, heard him hum his approval and tried to focus on his fingers trailing up her legs. "So soft my angel. So perfect. So beautiful" his voice caressed her as gently as his hands. She swayed slightly as everything seemed to drop away.
His hands grabbed her wrists and she was being pulled downwards and then laid out on her back. He moved her hands above her head. "Don't move them Cassandra"
"Mhm"
His chuckle ghosted over her face and then his tongue was running over her lips again. Another gentle kiss, lips and tongue claiming her mouth while his hands traced swirls along her sides and then up over her breasts. She moaned into his mouth.
"Yes, just let go sweetheart. I've got you, you can trust me"
And then his hands were moving over every inch of her, mouth following, teeth grazing when he found a place that made her twitch and groan. Her world got smaller, focused on his touch, his voice as he whispered words of devotion and awe. Trails of warmth were all over her body now and they were seeping in, pulling her deeper, closing off the outside world even more, she couldn't hear his words anymore just the comforting rumble of the sound of him and then he slid his tongue over her folds and she whined. As he tasted her, pushed his way in deeper she knew this should be making her cry out, roll her hips, demand more but she couldn't. All it did was pull her deeper and deeper.
As he slid inside her and growled "Mine" her world went black and disappeared.
"Cassie?"
A voice pulling at her, she's trying desperately to ignore it, even though she knows it's a voice she should listen to. She grumbles and tries to bury deeper into the warmth surrounding her.
A small laugh "Cassie, you have to come back to me now, it's getting late angel" The warmth is pulling away and she tries to hang on to it.
"Cassandra, open your eyes"
Forcing her eyes open she can see his outline hovering over her, it makes it easier to identify the warmth as his arms around her and his body pressed on top of hers. She sighs and licks her lips.
"Hey sweetheart, you back with me?"
"John?"
"I hope so" Another chuckle.
"Bastard" she mumbles.
"Oh yeah, you're back" His voice is tinged with amusement now "We have to go soon" His fingers card through her hair causing her to arch into his touch and sigh again.
"Five more minutes"
"Sure sweetheart"