Ok, ok...those of you who PM'd me (you know who you are)...you win. I'll post the rest of the story on FF. But be forewarned, even more vividly described sexy time. Sam's a little tied up, so TW, just in case.
The unexpected darkness shook her as Sam's mind reeled with old memories of being bound in the dark; awaiting a rescue that may never come.
"Jack," she whimpered, trying to reach for him as fantasy and reality collided. Her brain clawed for control as panic threatened to take hold.
"Shh," Jack's warm breath touched her ear, grounding her. "You're safe, Sam. Trust me."
She took a few deep breaths, steadying her racing heart before nodding.
"Do you want to use your safe word?" his Colonel voice startled her. Had he just whispered for her to trust him in her ear or had she simply imagined it?
"No," she shook her head not ready to halt whatever Jack had in mind.
"No what?"
"No, sir," she replied instantly, the remaining panic dissolving.
"Good, girl," he told her, as she felt the bed dip under his weight. "As I said earlier, tonight is about your surrender. I'm going to push your limits," Jack warned, trailing his fingers down her bare arms. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," she gasped the answer as he grazed the skin just above her pubic bone. Sam's body was always incredibly sensitive after an orgasm, making it easy for him to become obsessed with simply watching her reactions to his touch. He could happily continue drawing gate symbols across her skin all night, content to watch the way she chewed her lower lip or how she exhaled in response. But he had other plans.
He'd relished her look of shock when she'd realized he wasn't done with her yet. He knew her well enough to sense the blindfold had pushed her right to the edge, a reaction he hadn't been expecting. But with one whisper, he'd been able to pull her back; given her the tether she needed to overcome the panic and keep going.
"Are you ready for more?" He pressed his mouth to her ear. He didn't expect an answer, her body was glistening with her arousal, telling him everything he needed to know.
His fingers dipped between her folds and she moaned at his touch.
"There's something I've been wanting to do for a while," he told her, letting her hear his eagerness.
Moving to the foot of the bed, he reached below the mattress to pull out another set of leather cuffs he'd stashed there. He had been undecided about using them, but…
"You're always over-thinking," he stated, slipping the first cuff around an ankle. Sam flinched, but didn't jerk away. "Even now, you're trying to determine the weakest point in your restraints," he smirked as she went completely still. "Trying to formulate a plan to turn the tables on me," he secured her other ankle. "But tonight," he moved back to whisper into her ear once more. "I've decided your beautiful surrender isn't enough. I want more."
Jack watched as his words washed over the woman tied to the bed. Her body trembled with need, but it also trembled from a touch of fear. He'd never taken her this far before.
The rational part of his brain hesitated against pushing her too far, too fast, but he refused to heed his own warning. His knew she was in danger of burning out from the pressures of command; that maintaining control and restraint all the time were slowly crushing her from within. He couldn't carry that burden for her, but he could give her the euphoria of blinding ecstasy.
Picking up the candle designed to bring pleasure, he didn't give her any warning before tipping it to drizzle wax across her breasts.
Sam's reaction was immediate, a curse sure to impress even the most seasoned officer, followed by a sound of pure pleasure. Emboldened by her response, Jack continued, strategically placing drips onto her nipples, across her stomach, into her navel. Within minutes, she was quivering, panting as the blindfold worked to heighten her senses.
Dipping his fingertips into the wax, he pressed them warm against her throbbing clit. Her legs jerked, trying to close, but the restraints held her open.
A low, mewling tore from her throat as he watched her empty core grip and release, desperate to be filled. Mesmerized, he kept his wax-coated fingers against her sensitized flesh, pressing tiny pulses, until her inner muscles relaxed.
Unwilling to give her a reprieve, he leaned in. She cried out when his tongue laved her, the taste of strawberries filling his mouth from the edible wax. Slowly, he devoured her, savoring the taste as it mingled with her release.
He crawled up her body, fisting one hand in her hair and seized her mouth in a hard kiss. She felt boneless against him, the picture of satisfaction.
Opening the nightstand drawer, he retrieved her favorite toy, palming it. He was already rock hard, ready to forget his plan and bury himself inside her right now, driving them both to a final mind-blowing release. He was incredibly tempted, but stopped himself. Tonight was about Sam. The memory of her shyly whispered fantasy tapped-danced across his mind. She had wanted to give up control, to be at her lover's mercy. It's why he allowed his controlling side to come out every so often.
But there was another part of her fantasy they had never explored. A part she almost hadn't told him, needlessly fearing his reaction.
He looked at the toy in his hand, bit back a smile, and turned it on.
Sam jerked against her restraints, immediately recognizing the soft tapping sound that filled the quietness. Her favorite toy.
"Oh god, don't," she moaned as Jack ran his hands from her ankles to her knees, to her thighs. She thought she knew what was coming, but at the feel of his lips against her calf, she squealed in surprise, earning a deep laugh.
"Did you just give me an order?" He asked.
"No," the word was drawn out, turning into another moan. Whether it was an answer to his question or a plea, she didn't know. All she knew was that she was too sensitive. The toy would be too much.
She was trembling as his lips slid up several inches, pressing another kiss to her inner thigh. He used his fingers to spread her, massaged her gently to ensure she was still primed. She shuddered as he pulled back the hood of her clit the tiniest amount. Then the soft silicone of the toy surrounded her swollen nub, creating a gentle throbbing with tiny puffs of air.
The sensations were immediate. Sam bit back an expletive as the day she'd asked Jack if he would mind trying it out on her flashed into her mind. They'd discovered that nothing brought her to orgasm as hard or as fast as this little piece of technology.
Within no time, Sam was writhing on the bed racing toward another climax. Her hopes for a gentle release were quickly dashed when Jack pressed the silicone harder against her, increasing the level of stimulation.
A sharp orgasm bowed her back; waves of pleasure shooting like rockets throughout her body. But then the pleasure blurred into a delicious pain as her nerve endings rebelled. This pain is where she always withdrew, terrified to push herself farther and discover what was on the other side. Except, she couldn't shift away this time and Jack didn't move a muscle. He simply kept the toy pressed firmly against her.
"Jack!" She cried out; burning, electric-like jolts striking her core as the delicious pain turned too intense.
"Ride it out, Sam," he ordered, his voice no longer hard. He smoothed back the hair from her face. "Relax and let it come."
An intense heat burned through her core as the pain shifted to make room for a new type of sensation. A needy tension she'd never felt before joined it. It's white-hot heat soon overtook the discomfort and drove her impossibly higher, until her entire body was engulfed in another wild release.
She screamed as a torrent of sensations cascaded over, around, and through her. Her head thrown back, her arms and legs spread wide, she was helpless to do anything except surrender.
Senses overwhelmed, the blackness of the blindfold was suddenly too much. Her mind fought, shrieking against the loss of control. And then Jack was there. The darkness giving way to light as the blindfold was ripped away. Her limbs suddenly free, she reached for him. With one powerful lunge, he embedded deep into her core.
She felt him lift her up off the bed, using her weight and gravity to drive up into her as far as possible. His pelvis ground against her clit with each thrust as he held her with raw strength.
Another climax hung just beyond her grasp like a star beginning to burn in the distance. It's light like a promise. Suddenly, nothing else mattered except reaching it. She was no longer a leader, a wife, a commander. She existed in a state of pure need. Everything dropped away except for the feel of Jack filling her over and over. Hard. Thick. Deep.
The star exploded, going supernova, in a masterpiece of color, light, and sound. And Jack was right there with her, shouting as his own climax detonated; the hot pulse of him throbbing deep inside her.