7

"Whatcha doin'?" he said as if he was asking from the door of her lab, no anger in his voice, nothing but idle curiosity. She had no idea what to say, she struggled and he leaned more of his weight on her, crushing her into the bed, "Carter? Cat got your tongue?" he put his head into her neck and licked the skin beneath her ear, she shuddered. "how about you explain why I shouldn't have you up on charges for assaulting a superior officer?"

"I didn't assault you" she managed to speak at last trying to lever him off her body, he grabbed her hands and held them in just one of his.

"Want to explain what was in that water bottle then?" he asked "and before you say, I still have the one you worked on last night, I don't EVER sleep well enough for someone to sneak into my house at night without me waking" she closed her eyes, her career was over, she may even end up in Leavenworth for this. Oh shit! What had she done?

She couldn't explain to him… even thinking it to herself it sounded wrong, so unlike her… she had tried to drug her superior so she could … what? Seduce him? There was no seduction involved, in fact if she was honest about it, it was closer to rape. What the hell was she doing?!

She jumped when she heard the cuffs, and then before she knew it she was wearing them! Was he arresting her? He licked the side of her neck again, and nibbled on her shoulder, she moaned and moved slightly to give him access. He pressed her even further into the bed and she could feel his arousal, so much for not being interested, but then he was a man, and a typical man wouldn't turn anyone half way decent down, and she knew she was at least decent looking. She shuddered at the thought of him being aroused by her.

He moved her up the bed and used one of her scarves to tie the cuffs to the headboard. "I want your legs free" he whispered, "if you really think this is worth going to all this trouble for, I think we should both enjoy it, don't you?" she shuddered again.

He opened the draw that used to hold his keys and brought out a hunting knife, he carefully cut away her sweater and then her sports bra, she panted as she saw him looking at her chest, licking his lips, she thrust herself towards him, but he didn't touch her.

Then he stripped off her bottom half. He was hard and he was large, as he stood at the side of the bed, looking at her until she started to become uncomfortable, his arousal tented the shorts. She ached at the thought of him, but he didn't move, he stood watching her.

She thought she saw a flicker in his eyes, a drawing back. NO! He mustn't not after going this far, she had to think of something to goad him into action!

"You just going to LOOK Jack?" she asked and saw his nostrils flare and his eyes darken. But still he made no move. "or was that bit about you loving Daniel the same way a hint that I had you matched with the wrong team member?" What the hell was she saying? But she could not answer herself, and she couldn't stop either, she HAD to get some response from him!

He growled at her and stripped off his shorts, he forced her legs open and plunged into her without any warning or foreplay. She didn't need either, she had been aroused when she had entered his bedroom, but the fact that he was awake and had tied her up was all the foreplay she needed, now she just wanted HIM.

GOD! He was big and he was strong, and she didn't think anyone had ever reached as far into her as he was doing.

He was hard and brutal in pounding into her, he gave her nothing except for his presence, and she was happy with it. He came screaming her name into her neck, and after a few minutes and rose from her and went into the bathroom. She tried to loosen the scarf, but couldn't manage the knots he had tied.

She could hear him swearing at himself and a banging noise. She managed to get the knife that he had laid on the pillow and cut through her bonds. She made her way into the room, he was sat against the wall, banging his head on the tiles, tears streaming down his face. She still had the cuffs on, but she looped her arms over his head and pressed kisses into his face.

"Shh, it's OK" she kept repeating

"GOD! I am so fucked up!" he said "All I wanted was to love you, and I was so scared of loosing you if I tried, that you would realise how much better you could do, that you would leave… and then I go and rape you!"

She tried to lift his head so she could see into his eyes, but the cuffs prevented it, so she put her head into the junction of his neck and shoulder and started talking to him. "You didn't rape me, I never said no, if you think about it, and I certainly didn't want you to stop!" she raised her head and changing tone said "however if you ever get yourself off and leave me hanging again I shall be pissed!" She knew she was lying as she said it, but it worked.

He snorted, she kissed him, this time on the lips, she started slow, but passion built until they came apart gasping when she had enough air she said "want to try again?"

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He stood and in one fluid motion lifted her into his arms. She struggled slightly "your knees!" she said

"Snake" he replied and she realised that he was probably in better physical shape than she was nowadays.

He lay her on the bed and covered her body with his, she held her hands out over his back and asked to be untied, to which he growled a no, and lifted the arms back towards the remains of the scarf. He managed to tie her up with the remaining silk and worked his way slowly down her body.

She swore he did not miss a single square centimetre of skin, he licked, bit or kissed every tiny portion of her that he could reach, except for the places she wanted him to!

She ached, there was a throbbing between her legs that she had never experienced before, and he wouldn't let her close her legs, or grind herself on him to relieve it. She groaned and he continued to kiss her stomach, she lifted her legs and tried to wrap them around his back, but he told her to lay still or he WOULD tie her legs.

She had not had many sexual partners, Jonas was the first and he was more interested in his own pleasure, he liked control, but not in the way Jack was controlling her now, he controlled the place and time, and how long they would take, everything as if on a pre-planned mission there was no love, no romance, just satisfying a physical urge. She had never had an orgasm with him.

After him there was Dave, he was a sweet boy, she dominated him to the point where he wouldn't even try to initiate sex, she always was the aggressor with him, very physical, but she always longed for something else from him… she didn't want him to fight her…she had no idea what she wanted, all she knew was it wasn't right. He didn't last long! She grew bored quickly, she had been satisfied for the first few times they had made love, but it soon faded so she was pretending just to get it over with.

Then there was Ian, Ian wanted to be equal partners, and lost his temper when she wouldn't respond to him, when it was… as he put it… his turn on top! She wasn't sure WHY she couldn't respond, no matter how patient he was, she lay like a rubber doll until he gave up. But the day he lost is temper and went for her, she hit him, just once, and when he came too she kicked him out.

Now here was Jack, she thought she knew what she wanted from him, she wanted to be in control as usual, but was hoping that he would give her something more, she hadn't had an orgasm with a man for years, not for their lack of trying, Ian had constantly told her that it was her fault, she just never let control go long enough to relax into it. Jack, was different, he refused to allow her control from the start she could feel the start of an orgasm before just by him taking what he wanted from her, no ages of build up for a non-existent climax with this man!

So why the hell wouldn't he give her what she needed? She growled low in her throat as he started kissing her breast, better, but still the ache between her legs was becoming almost painful!

"Just fuck me for God sake" she told him, he ignored her and kept manipulating her breasts, moving from one to the other with his mouth, she was panting, and couldn't catch her breath properly, and she was trying to push more of herself into his mouth at the same time.

He raised his head and looked straight at her… "What do you want?" he asked… well duh! She had already told him! "Do you want a quick fuck? Or something more? Do you want to scream?"

"In your dreams" she said… oh god did she want to scream!! But she knew herself, Ian had been right, she wouldn't give up that much control.

He grinned at her and lowered his head again and bit her nipple, HARD, she jerked "NO!" she said "Not into pain" he grinned again and bit the other one "Jack! I mean it!" she had to admit though a sensation she had never felt before went straight from her chest to her clit when he did it!

He moved his hand from her left breast and suddenly she could feel his fingers entering her, she gasped and her muscles automatically tightened to feel the intrusion better… he groaned into her chest "So wet!" he curled his fingers inside her and rubbed on her G spot, her hips started moving of their own accord, she could feel it building, he took her right to the edge, but as usual she couldn't let go, she hovered there, until she gasped out to him

"No!" she gasped he stopped and raised himself over her, "I'm not going to come, enter me" he looked at her quizzically. "I… don't… can't…" how could she tell him? It was obvious that she was close, she could feel the muscles trembling. She could not let go, she was almost crying in frustration at herself… what the hell was wrong with her.

He put a hand on her lower back and lifted her slightly, he pushed inside her she gasped at the feeling, but still it was not enough. And then twisted over lifting her onto her side, he brought his hand up and slapped her, HARD!

She was so shocked, how dare he, she was just about to kick him when all the feelings she had been suppressing released, she fell into a blinding orgasm, screaming his name, and she passed out!