How to treat a woman

Chapter 4

I arranged the seating in the briefing room before anyone else had arrived. Which actually made Daniel do a double take. Because of two reasons, one – I was the first one to show up for a briefing and secondly – I had arranged the chairs so that Samantha was sitting beside me whereas she used to sit across. Daniel knew the reason I had done this, as did Teal'c. I had made it plain while we were still visiting the Shavadai people that Sam would no longer be out of my sight nor out of my reach. I could tell that Daniel was surprised to see that my actions had carried on even at the SGC. Now, I realized, I really did not give a damn what anyone thought. I had known since I saw her the first time that she was mine and it was my job to keep her safe. I failed twice already, it will not happen again.

I watched her as she came into the briefing room and gingerly sat in the chair beside me and went to lean back. My anger raged when I saw her pull herself forward fast as the pain sliced across her face. I knew why she could not let her back touch the chair. She had tried to hide it from me on the planet. I had seen the welts while she was changing her shirt early that morning when I had gone in to wake her and had not known she was up yet. The pain had also been evident on her face and it pissed me off even more. If I had had my way, the bastard would be dead now instead of just humiliated.

I felt her shiver when her knee bumped against mine. She looked over at me and I could see the blush start. I loved it when all I had to do was look at her or just touch her and she turned all different shades. Like the day she ran from me. I watched her as she hurried back to her room after my invite for her to join me in the shower. Man, I could not help but laugh when the look of pure shock at being asked raged with the look of pure desire to do what I had asked. Oh if only she had joined me. I sit here as my mind drifts while Daniel and Teal'c handled the conversation with General Hammond and somehow I know that what I am thinking about, she was also fantasying.

I lead her into our bedroom and begin to slowly undress her. Making sure that my hands are soft upon her back. I do not like the fact that the calluses cover my palms and fingertips but after her first shiver of desire, it no longer bothers me. I begin to use the calluses to my advantage. Never letting the rough material of her clothes touch her delicate skin, I undress her completely. I lead her to the master bathroom where the lion clawed tub is filled with scented bath soaks and oils. I put her in the tub and watch as she sinks in the water. At first the grimace on her face worries me but then I see it change to pure heaven.

I pick up the soft sponge sitting on the side of the tub, dip it into the hot soapy water and begin to caress Sam's body with it. Starting at her neck, I work the muscles and watch her body as it begins to relax. I slowly move my hand down to her shoulders, caressing each part of her as I go. The more I caress, the more I notice that Sam is no longer just relaxed – she is also getting turned on.

I lovingly wash each part of her, skipping her breast and her womanhood. Taking my time on her back I lovingly wash each welt and cut, murdering him again in my mind. Using soothing words, I get her to relax back into the water and my words are soon whispers upon her ears and her own hands begin to drift. I look at her and shake my head and she stops, understanding immediately that tonight is the night I show her how a man should treat a woman. She seems as limp as a ragdoll as I finish with her feet and place them back in the still hot water. And now my desire begins to grow for I know what is left to take care of.

Using my hands instead of the cloth, I wash each breast, taking each one in a hand and making love to them with my fingers and palms. The calluses scrape against her harden nipples. I watch her as the blue sapphires change to almost midnight and I know that the desire is starting to grow in her. I lean down and place my lips upon one hardened nipple and suckle it like a newborn baby. I cannot stop the moan that escapes my own throat as she pushes up towards me, raising her buttocks so that her newly shaven mound is above the water.

I have to smile when I see the baby skin glisten because I know that she has taken the steps to prepare for me. She has admitted that she is mine and only mine for now on. She realizes now that this is no longer a game. I will take care of her, love her and cherish her and she will always be mine. I allow my hand to slowly stroke her stomach while it makes its way to my hidden garden of desire and I twirl my fingers inside the lips that hide my fruit. I watch with fascination as her mouth opens to form a small '0' when my finger touches her clit. I begin caressing it while my mouth still lingers on her breast going back and forth, and then I hear the groan as it escapes her throat and I look up. Her head is thrown back in rapture as my fingers dance upon the nub of her fruit and soon she is convulsing as her body gives in and the orgasm takes over.

She slowly opens her eyes and when she has stopped shaking so much. I lift her out of the tub and carry her to the bedroom, placing her face down on the king size bed. I trail kisses across each welt while my hands follow, rubbing the ointment that Doc had given me on each one. I continue down, massaging her thighs and buttocks and watch as she lifts them off of the bed until she is almost on her knees. I know what she wants and I obey her command, letting her know that I may be in charge but her wishes will always come true.

I place my lips on her and suckle while my fingers plunge in and out of her. I blow on the inside of her heated passion and watch again as her bud of nerves shows itself. My mouth is there to capture it and pull it in. I begin to increase in my finger penetration and I hear her as she says my name and it is so beautiful upon her lips. I take my fingers out and plunge back in and begin feasting with a desire I can barely control. She is slowly losing her stamina to stay on her knees, so I lay back and raise her so she is above me, with her fruit within easy reach. Suddenly she screams and I know by now that she is going to try to get away from me so I hold on to her hips as tight as possible without hurting her as she climaxes into my waiting mouth.

She collapses on top of me and I hold her, slowly stroking her as she calms. Then I lay her gently on the bed, cover her with the downy comforter and caress her hair while she drifts off to sleep. Whispering to her that never again will a man hurt her and live. She is mine and mine alone – only. My Samantha.

I look around and realize that this time it is I who is being watched by someone. Everyone has left the room besides her and me. I sit there looking at her, still finding it so hard that she wants to be mine. There is no hiding it. The pull is too great for both of us. She slides her chair closer to mine, and gently she lays her head upon my shoulder, whispering words to me that make me believe life is wonderful. "You, sir, are my protection – even when you think not – for you are and always will be my strength."