Chapter 5
Dominate Me!
Sam knew there was no way her mind would be staying on any briefing this time. There was no way she was going to be able to sit beside him and not think about what happened in the locker room just a few days ago. They were back from the planet and everyone was back to their old selves. Some had even been blessed to forget what had happened. However, for Sam, the forgetting part was very difficult. The reason it was so hard to forget and Lord knows she should not, but she wished it had all gone just a little further than a kiss.
Jack watched her while she sat beside him, noticing that her chair was not quite as close in this briefing as it had been in the last ones. He knew why and he could not stop the smirk that covered his face. He would have given anything if he had become infected at the same exact moment Carter had. There would have been no way he would have carried her off to the infirmary had he already taken on the alpha male role that he later possessed. He would have found them a secluded place and he would have been happy to show her what being with an alpha male was all about. Arm wrestling, hell, body wrestling would have been more like it, and he could assure her – she would have enjoyed submitting to him in the end. Crap! He forgot just how tight these pants were when sitting down and now he had really gotten himself in trouble by having these thoughts of her. Of a submissive Samantha – damn what a sexual rush.
Sam glanced over at the Colonel when she saw him move to readjust himself. Holy Hannah! There is no way that he could be thinking about the same thing she was. To be sure he had allowed himself to forget better than she was doing. But then again, their relationship had changed quite abruptly since the incident with the Shavadai people. She knew without a doubt who she belonged to and she in no way found anything wrong with that. Was that the reason she had gone after him so quickly when she had felt the desire burning in her, to suddenly feel owned.
She felt her body heating up as her thoughts drifted to what having Jack dominate her would be like. Oh, she would fight him – just to see the blackness come out in him because for some strange reason she knew he would never hurt her. She could be his subordinate and he could be her dominate, during sex only of course, and she would feel safer with him then she had ever felt with anyone else.
She thought back to the locker room and her fantasy begin without her even having to think very hard about it. Without Sam even noticing it, the more she thought about the locker room, the closer her chair moved to the Colonels. When he felt her knee brush against him, he glanced over and his eyes became dark as a moonless night when he saw the look of passion on her face. He knew where her thoughts had gone and he could not wait until the briefing room was empty so he could let her know that he knew where her fantasies had travelled.
I followed him to the locker room. I had watched him from the moment we left the planet and followed him. His comment to me when I attempted to apologize for my behaviour let me know how he felt concerning me. I felt the heat rush between my legs at just the mere thought of his hands playing there. The desire was almost uncontrollably as I waited for the other occupants to leave the locker room, leaving just him, the man I wanted so badly to take me and do whatever he wanted to me. I heard the shower as it turned off and I slithered behind the row of lockers where I knew he would have to come to get dressed.
Oh, God! He is coming towards me with nothing on but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. His unruly hair damp and the droplets of water glistening in the light grey hair upon his chest. The muscles ripple as he takes another towel and rubs his hair dry. I watch him as he touches the scar above his eye and winces. Oh to take him and kiss him lightly upon his bruises and let him know that my hands are his to use to caress his aches any way he pleases, anywhere he pleases.
I watch his hand as he pulls on the towel around his waist and it slips from his hips. His buttocks are so tight and firm and the breath catches in my throat as I watch him flex them unknowingly, almost as if he knows he is on display. He stops moving and glances behind him but I have hidden again behind the lockers. I must remember that he is black ops trained, I may think I have gone unnoticed – but have I really? I sneak a look to see if he has turned back around and I see his eyes looking directly at me from the mirror in his opened locker. The smirk that crosses his face causes the dampness to pool even more and I cannot stop my hand from wanting to caress my hidden bud. I slowly slide my hand down towards my shorts in an attempt to ease the tension going on in between my legs
He watches my hand as it starts to enter my shorts and I look directly into his eyes as he shakes his head at me, letting me know that my touching is off-limits. But suddenly, I am feeling just a little reckless and decide to see just what he will do if I do not comply with his rules. My hand reaches my clit just as the other hand scraps a fingernail across a hardened nipple and my breath catch in my throat. I cannot stop myself from jumping when he slams his locker shut and I realize that I may have crossed a line that I cannot step back over. Deep inside, it does not matter, I was not planning on going back to the other side of the line anyway. If he will have me – I am his. And yet, in desperation, I turn to run for the look of pure lust mixed with domination raging in his eyes has caused me to wonder just what my punishment will be for disobeying him. I hear him laugh and I tremble from the desire it causes in me.
Suddenly I feel an arm wrap around my waist as I feel my hand being jerked behind my back to join the other one. I feel the metal of the lockers as he slams my body against them. He has one arm above my head holding my arms while the hand of the other arm wraps in my hair and pulls my head back against his shoulder. My chest is being pushed against the lockers by the weight of his hard body and I begin to find it is difficult to breathe. I know that it is not only because he has pushed me against the lockers but because he has pushed his body completely against mine. Knowing he is completely naked and his manhood is rubbing against my backside causes me to have a small orgasm without even being touched. Oh God! How I desire him to touch me in those places. And again, he laughs! Laughs as if he controls the very emotions that race in the places through my body! But then I must question myself – he does, does he not?
I hear him groan at me while his breath whispers words upon my ear "You dare try to run from me, Samantha? After so rudely ignoring my command? You know this is going to last a lot longer than you will want it to."
I feel him back a little away from me and for just a second I feel a coldness where once I was surrounded by manly heat. Suddenly he is against me again, rubbing against me and I shiver with a desire to the point where I cannot even recall my name if someone was to ask me. I feel his breath against my ear and I yelp when his teeth nip at my ear lope a little. I try to listen to what he is saying but all I can concentrate on is what his lower body is doing to me and my mind is a jumbled mess.
"Tell me, Samantha, do you like disobeying me? Do you think it will be fun to play this game with me? Are you sure you want to do this? We have only crossed the line a little at this point but I can assure you – once this line is crossed all the way– you will never be allowed to make decisions in the bedroom again. Never be able to decide when you want to cum again. Are you sure about this? Think hard, my love, for I will not allow you to change your mind once we cross this boundary."
I think I hear him correctly and I do not even stop to think about my answer when I nod my head. I realize my mistake almost instantly as I feel him pull tighter on my hair and his words are a little harsher when he speaks again.
"Let's try that again and this time you will answer me in the correct way. Are you ready to make this commitment with me, Samantha or do we stop now and never cross this bridge again?"
"Yes, sir I am sure. I want you to control me. I want to be yours to dominate. I want to be happy by making you happy."
"Oh do not worry, my love – you will find plenty to be happy about also. I am not in this just for my pleasure, I can assure you of that. Watching your body tremble as I fulfil my desire with you, time after time after time, shouting my name while begging me to stop. Seeing your body turned a beautiful shade of pink while your juices run freely will not only be a pleasure for you, but it will be so much more for me!"
Suddenly I was facing him and his lips came down hard upon my own. The gasp was gone before I had a chance to utter it but along with the kiss came the crashing need to have him in me. To know what it would be like to feel his manhood rubbing the sides of me until I withered under him in uncontrolled passion.
I felt his knee as he pushed my legs apart. The shorts I had on barely covered my thighs but I had worn them in here because of that fact. I so wanted him to want me and now that he did, the desire was almost overwhelming. When he had succeeded in positioning my legs the way he wanted I felt his hand leave my hair and beginning at my face, he caressed each part of me on his way down to where ever he was going. My arms were covered in goosebumps as his warm hand slid down them, my breast aching almost painfully as he tweaked each nipple and then slid down to my stomach where he held his hand there while he watched with wonder as the passion in my body caused my tummy to ripple. Then his hand travelled even further until it rested on the button to my shorts and I heard it pop as it came undone.
The zipper was down before I even had time to blink and his hand was grasping my warm centre in an instant. Suddenly I understood his words and I wondered if he meant to start his pleasure now to see how many times he could get me to cum. The thought had not even left my mind when I felt the ripples of the first one cross through me and I flooded on his hand.
He smiled and kissed me. Then he lifted his hand and I watched as he placed each finger in his mouth and sucked on them as if he was dying from the craving of the taste of me. After he finished he grabbed my hand and pulling me along heading for the shower at the end of the locker room. He pushed me inside and shut the door. I looked up at him questioning his actions but my eyes lowered when I saw his eyebrows raise and he tilted his head, looking at me as if to ask do I dare question what he does.
Yet, I know I want him, I need him and that alone has clouded my senses to the point where it does not even bother me that we are in a room where anyone can walk in on us. In a way, the thought of that causes me to jerk with uncontrolled desire and he tilts his head and smirks at me, knowing exactly where my thought has gone.
Before I know it, I am completely naked, nothing between him and I now but burning flesh and yet I do not feel ashamed. Suddenly, his hand has cupped me again and I feel his fingers enter me as he pushes me against the shower wall. He turns on the hot water and while the water cascades down both of our bodies, my juices cascade over his fingers and hand. However, he does not stop this time and before I know it, I begin to climax again. I bite my lips to keep from screaming out from the pleasure of it all.
I try to push away from him for with the pleasure has also brought an edge of pain. He catches me, whispering in my ear that he has not heard me scream his name yet. When I scream his name he will finish with me. And oh god, how I want to scream his name and yet somewhere in the cloudiness of my mind a part of me remembers where we are. I know that if I should scream his name someone will hear me and come looking for us. He does not seem to care as his calloused fingers pull on my taunt nipples and I yelp. He pushes another finger inside of me, taking the count up to three and my walls contract against him again as his thumb rubs my clit. I cannot stop myself this time and his name comes out while tears mix in the water of the shower and my knees buckle under me.
He catches me before I can hit the floor, holding me tight against him. His hands soothing me while his words comfort me and slowly bring me back down to earth. I lay my head against his shoulder and allow him to hold me. "I want him, I need him. Nothing in life will sustain my need for him. I am addicted to him as much as my body is to air", I confess silently.
I do not realize, however, that I have said these words aloud until I hear a small gasp coming from beside me. I look around and realize I am still in the briefing room. Alone with him. He looks at me with dark dangerous eyes and slides his chair back as he stands up. He leans over my chair and whispers to me and his words actually cause me to ache as if I have been needing him for years and not gotten a release.
"Oh do not worry, Samantha. You are not the only poor soul addicted to someone here. I am so going to love finally getting to fill the need I have for you. But then again, the need, while being ever-present, will never be filled and do we really want it to be?"