Part: 2/3

Rating: M

Note: It took far longer than expected to have this checked through, so I am only just posting part 2 now, and should get part 3 (final part) posted in a few hours time. Once again, please note the warning on this fic, for this chapter is about to head somewhere a little more 'dominant'.

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In her own quarters, she headed straight for the bathroom, and there she stripped away the clothes she had worn to the party. Everything, including her underwear, went into the laundry basket. She then washed herself, removing the scent and feel of the party, returning her preferred smell of spice and flowers to her skin.

Dried and clean, she tied her hair up and back into a high tail at the back of her head, and headed out into her main quarters. She opened her wardrobe, pushing aside some of the clothes along the railing to expose the inner cabinet set at one end. She pulled open the dark doors of the cabinet and considered the clothes hung to one side. She selected a short corseted top that would lift her breasts and leave her middle fully exposed. She wrapped it around herself, closing it at the front, shifting herself into the tight supportive cradle it gave her. She reached for a skirt to accompany it, selecting one with long panelled sections, through which her bare legs could show. She wrapped the thick waistband of the skirt low around her bare hips and secured it closed at one side.

She turned her attention towards the items hung around the inside of the cabinet, and selected two as across the room the door chimes rang out.

She made her way over to the bed and dropped the items onto it. Then she picked up a flat beautifully decorated cushion, turned and set it on the floor a short distance from the foot of her bed, and only then continued on to the door.

The doors parted to reveal John stood on the other side, cleanly shaven and dressed in his soft dark nightclothes. She dropped her eyes to the bold statement he made by wearing his sleeping clothes that said he intended to sleep in her quarters tonight. She lifted her gaze to meet his and saw that knowledge in his eyes. He was here to make amends, but he was making a declaration as to the final result. She did not doubt it herself, but he was challenging her with that point. She lifted an eyebrow at him and turned away, turning her back to him as she walked back towards her wide lushly covered bed. She heard him enter the room, the doors sliding shut behind him. Now he was in her domain and he would play by her rules only.

"Take off your shirt," she ordered him as she retrieved the first item from the bed and turned back to him, freeing the buckle in her hand.

He pulled his dark shirt up and off, and she watched the play of his chest and arms as he did so. He was wonderfully formed - lean and strong. The lines of him made her mouth water and the light amount of chest hair lulled her to slide her fingers over him. He moved towards her, throwing his shirt aside. He was in the correct mood now – apologetic, obedient, and yet pleased. He stopped in front of her and she reached up and wrapped the leather collar she had chosen around his neck.

She made the collars herself, making sure they were safe and comfortable, as well as strong. This one was a favourite of hers, which she had designed to connect to a chest harness which allowed her greater control over him and to which she could connect further attachments, such as straps to support her legs during lovemaking. She had not included the chest harness tonight, for tonight she just wanted the collar on his body. She slid the end of the collar through the buckle and tightened it, sliding her fingers under it to ensure it was not too tight, and then buckled it securely closed. She twisted it round so that the buckle lay at the back of his neck.

The collar in place, she turned back to the bed and picked up the other item, a long dark fabric leash. She opened the bright metallic clasp at one end as she turned back to him and connected the leash to the front ring on the collar. There were other rings lying on the sides of the collar, but she only wanted one leash for tonight.

She ran the leash through her fingers, untangling the wide strip of fabric, and loosely gathering it around one hand, before she turned and walked him towards the cushion waiting nearby on the floor. She stood before it, her back to the foot of her bed and took up the remaining tension on the leash. He moved around her and the cushion, knowing the ritual, and knelt down onto her cushion before her, sitting back on his heels.

He looked up at her, quiet and contained, but she could see his eagerness and excitement, his eyes dark. He set his arms behind his back, crossed at the wrists, as her ritual demanded. He liked to be bound some times, part of his fantasies that they acted out in his quarters, but it was only with silken loose cords whose knots could be freed instantly as needed. She did not like being bound herself, though had allowed him to secure her loosely on occasion. What she did enjoy was being tied to him, that she liked tight and difficult to escape. Tonight though, his wrists remained against his lower back as she expected, but not bound by anything other than his obedience and wish to please her.

She kept hold of the leash, keeping enough tension on it to keep his attention.

"You have displeased me," she informed him again, putting enough pressure into the words to know that, even though this was an exciting meaningful game they shared, her feelings had truthfully been put out.

He looked up at her with those wide handsome eyes and nodded. She dropped the end of the leash down to the floor, leaving it hanging down the front of him from the collar and she stood closer, looking down at him.

"You will speak only truthfully," she ordered him and he nodded again.

"And you," he added though, breaking the rule to remain silent unless she wished him to speak to her.

She understood the point he made, but still moved away from him, back to the cabinet. She retrieved the whip he had given her some time ago. It was of Earth design, meant originally in its design to encourage a mount faster or for control, which only made it appropriate for its other uses. She liked it, the long rod body of it flexible and the end a small simple fold of leather that gave a sharp, but undamaging strike.

She strode back to him, inhaling loudly to show her displeasure, though she had liked the challenge and demand for her truthfulness in return. He was always obedient when she wished him to be, but he had fire to his spirit and would talk back to her if he felt inclined to protest.

"Careful," she warned him as she reached his side again, touching the length of the whip against his back as she walked around the front of him, his eyes following her, the whip remaining against his back. She ran it over the bunched muscles of his shoulder blades, drawn together with his arms behind his back. She rounded him to stop beside his left shoulder and looked down at him. He kept his attention focused forward, as she expected.

"You have been thinking of another," she told him.

"Another you," he pointed out glancing up at her.

She slapped the whip's end against the middle of his back in response and he jerked a little in surprise. He looked back to the front and let out a breath, his response heightened by her reaction.

"Another woman," she repeated and this time he nodded in agreement. "I do not allow that," she reminded him.

"She's you," he repeated, lifting his eyes back up at her, his smile there to compliment her and clearly amused still at her being jealous of that other Teyla. She slapped the whip against his bare back again and he hissed as he kept his eyes up at her, his enjoyment rising. She snapped the whip again a little harder and lower down his back and he looked forward again.

She moved around him, keeping the whip's tip against the dip of his spine, as she considered that he enjoyed her jealousy. That arrogant sparkle to his eyes was arousing, and she knew much of what it meant.

"You have been thinking about her," she stated not asking. This time he paused for a beat before nodding his admission.

"Describe her to me, John," she ordered. He had described some of that other Teyla to her initially, but she had been too distracted by the strange roar of jealousy to retain the details at the time.

He glanced up at her as she circled around the front of him. "She…" he began. She slapped the whip against his upper back stopping him. At his front she saw him close his eyes at the tiny bite of pain.

"You said she was me," she pointed out as she paused by his left shoulder again.

He angled his head in agreement and began again, looking up at her out the corner of his eyes.

"You had shorter hair," he began, his gaze falling to her shoulders, presumably judging the length to hers. "And it was lighter, with a fringe. You were dressed in the grey uniform they all wore."

"Did you like the uniform?" She asked him, lifting the whip from his skin and shifted to stand closer, hovering almost against his shoulder, letting him feel her closeness, the rasp of her clothing against his arm, but no more.

"It looked good on you," he replied and she smiled at his well-delivered answer. She touched her bare fingers to the back of his left shoulder, rewarding him by stroking a wide circle over his skin with her fingertips. She felt the way he leant just a fraction into the touch, enjoying it.

"What was it about this other me that you liked so much?" She asked sliding her fingers up to the top of his shoulder and pushed downwards. He dipped a little lower, so that she could move forward to stand directly over his left shoulder, straddling his left side. She shifted the panels of her skirt over him so that he could feel the bare heat of her hovering just above the top of his shoulder. He looked round towards her belly and groin so close to his cheek. She reached down and pressed one finger against his cheek, pushing him back to looking forward again. He smiled at that, but she heard him exhale loudly, his protest at not being able to do more. She moved a little further forward over his shoulder, the front of her skirt brushing against his ear.

"Tell me," she ordered. "Tell me what you liked about her." This was the question she wanted answered.

He swallowed, forcing his attention to his answer. "She," he started, but she held the length of the whip against his back. "The other you," he corrected with a faint smile in his voice. She reached down with her free hand and slid her fingers under the collar, caressing him that tiny amount, under her collar on him. "She wasn't with her John," he added, the smile dropping from his voice, as he grew more affected by her closeness and single touch.

"How could you tell that?" She asked interested as she continued to slide her fingers under one side of the collar.

"The other you was…uncomfortable around me," he replied. "Wouldn't meet my eyes like you do."

She considered that, replaying the way she would stare right into his eyes. "Did you like that?"

He considered that. "A little," he admitted.

"You liked a more subservient version of me?" She asked sternly.

"She wasn't subservient," he argued back, which pleased her to hear so she let his slip go in how he had referred to the other one. "They just weren't together yet."

She released her hold on his collar, curious. "Yet? You seem confident that you will be mine in all realities?" She asked amused, sliding her left hand down over his upper back, tracing out to the thin scar over his shoulder blade.

"Hopefully," he replied, again pleasing her. She laughed at that, moving from over his shoulder, allowing him to sit up further again.

She moved away to fetch over a low stool, which she set down beside him and knelt on it herself. That placed her just above his height. She leant in towards his left ear, not touching him in any way.

"You have been thinking about her," she told him again, her voice quiet and she made sure her breath reached his ear. He twitched a little at that and he shifted his position, his arousal rising. She leant a little further forward, leaning her weight slightly on the whip against the floor to steady herself. "You have been fantasising about her, have you not?" She breathed her question into his ear.

He nodded in silent reply.

"Does she touch you or do you touch her?" She asked.

He swallowed and she watched him lick his lips as he considered his reply. "She touches me," he replied.

"And?" She asked.

"You're there as well," he admitted quietly.

She smiled with amusement and understanding at his thoughts. "Both of us touching you at the same time."

He nodded.

"Is the other John there as well?"

He shook his head with a jerk and moved to glance round at her, surprised. She pressed her hand against his cheek again to stop him looking round at her, and he looked back to the front.

"No," he answered her, implying that he wasn't keen on that idea and she chuckled at him.

She pulled back from his shoulder, kneeling up on her stool. "I think I like the idea of there being two of you serving me."

He glanced round at her this time and she let him look at her for a moment, making sure he understood her point. She lifted one finger and touched it against his cheekbone once more, and he turned his head back to the front again. She ran her finger down to the collar and caught up the leash hanging at the front, taking up the slack.

She reached down with her other hand and caught the waistband of his night trousers in her fingertips, pulling its elasticity out and then released it to snap back against his skin. "Take these off," she ordered him. She knew that this was a sign for him that she would forgive him now, and she sensed his excitement level rise as he lifted up from his heels and pushed down his waistband. She kept a hold of the leash, limiting how much he could move as he removed his final garment completely, leaving him entirely naked as he settled back on his heels again.

He was highly aroused, as she had expected him to be. She set her whip down on the floor behind her and keeping one hand on the leash, she reached out with her other hand. She nudged his arm so that he dropped his arms to his sides, allowing her full view of his naked back. She slid her hand down his back to the roundness of his bared backside. She squeezed one side and then the other and he shifted slightly in response. She pulled ever so slightly on the leash to remind him that he was not to move yet. He let out a long aroused breath and settled his weight down on his heels further.

She dropped the leash back to his front and leant in towards his ear again as she circled her hand over his backside and hips.

"I will not tolerate you thinking of another woman, you are mine," she whispered to him.

She could feel his objections, the logic he held that 'she' was 'her', and she saw it all in his eyes glancing round at her. In his mind, he was not fantasising about another woman, only a different version of her.

She dressed up for him frequently, in sheer dresses, or small sexually designed underwear of Earth design, or in tiny clothes and elegant shoes or high boots. His style of fantasy was to seduce, to touch and prolong her in a variety of ways. He wanted her lying watching him sometimes, removing her clothes or removing his. He wanted her in one particular sparring outfit, or a long low backed dressed she had made or even in a long dark favourite Athosian coat of hers. He liked to remove her clothes, to taste and touch, to bathe together, to wash her, to brush her hair and to sometimes press her against the wall and bite her back and neck. She liked the scenarios he requested, liked that he had made clear that he had another form of control over her in his quarters – a control that involved making her cry with passion, in pushing her over the edge over and over again, until he decided to join her.

He had a powerful sensual emotional control over her, and she understood that her reaction to this other version of herself pleased him. He often expressed his jealousy by keeping other men away, even if they were not interested, but she had kept her jealously far more hidden. She had dealt with the other women in private, leaving them with no doubt that they were not to even think of John again. Now, he liked that she had reacted strongly to his fantasies, but he also had the caveat that the 'other' woman was only another version of her. Like a different outfit that she wore for him, the same woman only dressed differently. She did not see it that way, for she would not have him thinking sexually of another woman in his bed, other than just her, one of her.

She saw all of his objections in his eyes and light frown. He opened his lips to object, but she slapped her hand against his backside. He drew in his breath through his teeth, his eyes dropping to her mouth.

"I will make sure that should you ever think of her again, that all you will be able to think of is me, as I am," she promised him. He licked his lips again, understanding what was to come. "Even your thoughts are mine," she confirmed for him.

He nodded. She gripped his backside as she ran her other hand, leading with her fingertips down the front of his chest, down in one long, slow line down to his belly. His breathing was growing faster as he looked back to the front, his eyes half lidded. Her fingertips dipped into his bellybutton and then out to move on down his lower belly. He was finding it difficult to stay still on his kneels now, but she tightly gripped the thick rounded muscle of his backside to remind him.

She slid her fingertips lower down his belly, almost to their destination and then she lifted her hand away. He groaned in frustration and she slapped his backside again as she stood up.

She pushed her stool round to the front of him and knelt back down on it. He looked up at her with sparkling needful eyes, always enjoying it when she chose to be directly in front of him. She grasped the leash at the collar and leant towards him, lifting her chin up and to the side. He leant in at her pull and invitation and his mouth met her skin under her jaw, licking up to the edge of her jaw. His mouth was urgent and she liked the feel of it, for it had been too many days without any part of him touching her. She let him continue to lick and suck for a second longer and then pulled back from him, keeping him in place by the leash. His disappointment was clear in his dazed expression. She reached forward, set the backs of her fingers at the centre of his chest, and once again began to trail her touch down the very centre of him.

"You told her about my marking?" She asked him.

He nodded, though she suspected his silence now was less to do with keeping quiet and more to do with not wanting to talk. His eyes were glazed and dark as she stroked down to his stomach.

"She was shocked," she recalled and he nodded, her fingers at his belly button, around which she circled her touch before continuing downwards again.

She retreating her fingers back up his belly and he grunted in disapproval. She lifted her hand from him completely and slapped her hand flat against his chest, over his nipple in punishment. He hissed with that one, his teeth clenching at the surprise of it and his growing demanding arousal.

She set the backs of her fingers back against his chest, right at the top, for he had made her start all over again.

"You liked that she was shocked," she said as she once again began the slow descent of her fingers down his front.

He nodded.

"What?" She demanded wanting to hear his voice now.

"Yes," he replied and, as she knew it would be, it was deep and on an out breath.

"Did you look at her as you do me?" She asked her eyes dropping to her fingers stroking down through his chest hair.

"She is you," he replied deeply, pleasing her.

"Then you wish to shock me?" She concluded looking back up at his face.

He shook his head.

"Why did you like it then?" She asked, her fingers slowly descending the upper part of his stomach.

"She didn't look at him the way you look at me," he told her.

"So, you wished to inform her of her true inclinations?" She reached his bellybutton once more, and again circled, making slower caresses this time moving in wider circles from his bellybutton.

He licked his lips, hesitating, and she looked up at him. She lifted her fingers from his stomach in a threat to stop touching him.

"It reminded me of that first time you realised," he told her quickly, his voice softer, and she returned her touch to his stomach.

"The first time we touched?" She asked, widening her circles around his stomach further, so that she ever so briefly brushed against his straining length.

"No," he replied, eager to tell her now as he controlled his groan. "When you first saw me watching at the party."

She made a deep sound of approval, her mind slipping to the memories. "The first time I knew you desired me," she replied, repeating her caress around his belly.

He nodded, clearing straining not to shift his body to lean further towards her. She rewarded him for that, and his confession, by brushing against his length a little more during her next circle. He let out a long breath in response.

"You had watched before though, had you not?"

He had confessed that before, but she had not pushed for more details. "Yes," he admitted in a whisper.

"How many times?" She asked, stopping the circles around his stomach and instead began sliding her hand up and down his lower belly.

"Three times," he admitted.

"So you imagine her as I was then, unknowing of your desires," she concluded. He nodded looking a little sheepish as he licked his lips. "Do you imagine yourself walking towards her as you finally did with me, taking off your clothes and pushing others away to touch her?"

He paused, his eyes turned up to hers and she saw that she had very accurately caught his fantasy. She pulled her touch from his belly and rose up fully onto her knees on the stool. He rose up on his knees as well, his eager breath loud.

She smiled down at him, leaning further towards him, sliding her hands over his shoulders, his skin warm. "You harbour that fantasy. I will see it," she stated and he nodded.

She pulled him towards her, so that she could look down at his face just below hers. She circled her arms around his neck and shoulders, holding him in place.

"What is our word?" She asked him to make sure he remembered.

"Skerti," he replied instantly. It was an appropriate choice for their code word to stop their play if it became too much for either of them. The Skerti intended to work for good, but they went too far against the Wraith, damaging when they should be protecting.

"Good," she told him, and slid her hands over his upper shoulders and then spread her fingers wide over his skin, sliding them all up his neck, slowly in the ritual she used for this. "Think of it," she ordered him with a quiet tone to be more soothing and tempting, looking right down into his eyes so very close.

"Surrender yourself to me," she whispered to him, watching as his eyes closed and she dipped her mouth to his upturned cheek. "Surrender," she repeated softly focusing her mind and closing her eyes. "Show me," she whispered against his skin.

She slid into his mind far easier each time they did this, but it was always a shock at first, especially for him.

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