Briefings & Fantasies

Possession

I am sitting here across from him, listening to Daniel go on and on about the symbiotic actions of Kowalski. I do not really remember much about the whole ordeal after I was slammed into the elevator wall by him. I do not really want to think about things like that anyway. I sit here and listen to the discussion going on around me and I know if I was questioned there is no way I could answer anything. My mind slips back to my fantasy and what I want to do to please this man who sits across from me. I want to make him happy and I know that he would never cause me pain, so making him happy would be wonderful for me because I know down deep that I would reap the rewards when it was over.

I want to think about what happened after the last briefing when I left the briefing room and found "him" in the shower room. I had not planned on running into him there. I had just gotten off of a flight and went straight to the briefing. Oh and let's not even talk about what had happened in the briefing. I knew what I had to smell like, all hot and bothered thinking about "him".

OMG! I cannot believe I just did that! I ran out on him – he took my hand and I pulled away and ran out on him. His laughter had followed me all the way down the hall of the SGC. I actually believe I can still hear him even as I slam my door shut! And why had I even ran? Besides being scared shitless because of the type of man I knew he had to be, there was no way I was ready to do anything with him that meant being naked. He had looked at me with a crooked grin and had offered to give me a shower. His exact words were "to put me in the shower and make sure I was ready for him, again", like I had ever stopped being ready for him.

I think about how bad I had wanted to get into the shower with him that day. Especially when I heard my name – Samantha – come from him as he grunted his release. But what girl wants to go to a man when she is not prepared for him? Or maybe he would be the type of man that would want to prepare me for him. Hmm, that is something to think about. My mind is on him. Knowing that I was lucky this time and he let me run from him. I know he is more dominate then anything so the pressure that he has instilled already to be ready for him is taking full brain function away from me.

Suddenly my mind and my intellect are no longer in the briefing room at all. I am in his room, and he is leaning against the doorway that separates the bedroom from his master bath. Leaning there with no shirt on and a pair of man's trousers that are barely hugging his hips, the zipper and button already open. As if he knew I would come as if he knew I had no choice. He points his finger at me and then curls it and beckons me towards him and I obey.

I have to rub my body against his as I go into the bathroom, and I see that he has it prepared for things that cause my heart to pound and the rest of me to become extremely wet with desire. He pushes off the door and looks at me, taking his hand and caressing my cheek. The calluses that rub against my face cause me to lean against him for I can picture those same calluses caressing other parts of my body.

He takes his hand and slowly puts it around the back of my neck and comes even closer – so close that I have to lean my head back to look him in the eyes. And that is when his lips attack mine, with vigour beyond anything I had ever felt before. He literally makes love to my mouth, pushing my lips apart with his tongue and then driving it into my mouth – in and out. I feel him smile when he hears me groan with pleasure and he continues his onslaught of my mouth while his hands become busy taking off my clothes. He pulls away as he unbuttons my shirt and watches my nipples grow with intense pleasure. My pleasure pools inside of me as he takes his hands and rubs them down the sides of my body, caressing my breast all the way to my hips where my pants have stopped on their own accord.

He kneels down and pulls both my pants and my panties down and lifts my foot as he takes first one and then the other out of the clothing. He stands up and lifts me, and before I realize what has happened I am laying across a wide tile bench in his shower. He tells me to relax and kisses me again, beginning at my lips and trailing down my neck to the spot between my breasts. I shiver – not sure if it is from the heat of what he is doing to my body or from the coolness of the tile. He turns and I watch him as he takes a pot off of the counter along with a straight blade. He looks back at me and I cannot help but squeeze my legs together because for some strange reason I have a feeling that this is not going to be just about shaving my legs to prepare for him. And he laughs. Tells me that he can tie me down if I would much prefer that. I actually have to think for a minute because the thrill of knowing I was tied down for him did strange things to the lower part of my belly and where all my hot wetness was slowly leaking from.

He sat down between me with his legs on each side of the bench and he lifted each of my legs and put them on his. He was looking straight into my most private possession and I had to stop and realize that it no longer belonged to me – it was all his. I was ALL his. He took his finger and rubbed it from the beginning of my opening to the bottom and I saw his eye darken when my body contracted from a small spasm. To know that all it took was to be under his control caused me to want to come and come and come was so unreal, so wonderful.

I watched him as he dipped his hand into the oil that was sitting beside him on the floor and when he took his hand and rubbed it up and down my leg, I actually felt its warmth spread through my entire body. He started slowly, shaving from my feet to the tops of my thighs, lingering on certain spots to watch my body tense with anticipation of what he still had in store for me. When he finished with my legs, he wiped the excess oil off and then lifted each leg as he kissed them, caressing them as if they were the most price possessions he had ever owned. Then I watched him as he wiped the straight razor again on the towel that was laid across his shoulder and as he put his hand back in the pot, he looked at me and I knew that with what was going to happen next – there was no changing my mind about any of this. It was too late – if I wanted to back out now there would be no second chances. This was it. I would be his forever.

I shook my head in answer to his silent question and his hand dipped once more into the oil. As he spread it across my mound, I could swear that somehow it had heated up more than it was when he spread it on my legs and the slight pain from the extreme heat caused my body to begin to spasm. I was having an orgasm laying here in front of him while he was preparing to shave me. I could not stop it and I did not want to. I had totally surrendered everything to him and he knew it. I watched him when my body stopped shaking as he took his fingers and scooped out my juices and placed his fingers in his mouth. The look upon his face was pure animalistic as if the very thing he had just swallowed was the one thing his body craved and could not do without.

He brought the razor down upon my mound and I felt the intense pressure start to build again, but this time I knew I had to hold it back. I had to wait until he was through shaving me to his liking. I had complete trust in him. I never for one second believed that he would hurt me, so I held on with every ounce of strength I could as he finished the game he had started. He took his hand and rubbed over my newly shaven mound and the sides and I heard him moan with pleasure. Before I even had a chance to breathe, he had pulled my legs all the way over his shoulders and I was now laying with my shoulders on the tile while the rest of me rested against his chest. I was in the perfect position for him to do what I knew was coming and a sound came from me that I did not even recognize as he lowered his mouth and begin to feast on the meal that he had just prepared for himself. I squirmed and pulled, trying to get away for the attack caused my heart to race and I knew I was going to die before I could ever release what had already built up in my again.

Suddenly, I look around and it is once again just him and I. He looks at me and grins. He pushes away from the table and comes to where I am still sitting. He pulls my chair away from the table and the next thing I know, I am standing in front of him with his back to the camera. He says nothing but his eyes are as black as a moonless night and he takes his tongue and licks his lips and groans – a deep groan filled with pleasure. He walks out of the briefing room, and I slowly walk out behind him. I go straight to my room for I am in no shape to go anywhere else. As I walk into the room I noticed a bag on the bed. I walk over and open it and my heart stops as the heat begins to pool up again. Inside the bag is a bottle of massaging oil, a straight razor and a note.

"Samantha, dream all the dreams you want to – run as much as you want – for once I get my hands on you – there will be no saving you, none at all."