Kimberley Jackson - Sweet Surrender (Stargate: SG-1)

Kimberley Jackson – Sweet Surrender (Stargate: SG-1)

Rating: PG-13

Contains mildly sexual situations,  Power Play,  D/s,  and is therefore not suitable for teens under the age of 13.

Part 2 of the “Sweet Surrender” Series

Read Part 1 – “Surrender”

 

It had started out slowly – almost innocently. In retrospect, Sam couldn’t believe that she had agreed to go along with everything.

After her initial doubts, and the mission briefing, out of which she had almost fled, Jack had followed her to her lab, asking for some kind of report (that she knew he’d never read anyway) before he had eventually asked her “What are you doing on Friday evening?”

At first she had been so shocked by the direct question that she had stared at him for full 5 seconds. It was only when he had raised his eyebrows, and asked “Carter?” in a very demanding voice, that she had snapped out of it.

The truth was, she didn’t have any plans – not if you didn’t count renting some movie and spending the evening alone on the couch to be a plan anyway – and so they had agreed that he would come to pick her up at 8.

And so he had. Sam had been somewhat nervous. It had been different in the club, where the situation had built up to a sexually charged atmosphere between them and ended in a very arousing kiss – as opposed to now, where it seemed to be all about planning their strategies ahead. And their little date had definitely felt like strategic planning.

But as it turned out, all Jack wanted that evening was talk. He took her out to a nice little restaurant for pizza and beer, and, after some superficial small-talk about work, unceremoniously dove into the subject. She had always appreciated his directness – and it helped to ease the situation for he managed to make it sound like a casual conversation.

“Do you trust me?”

The question had been hanging in the air between them, and for a moment, Sam had had a hard time breathing when she met his intensely dark eyes, and saw the way with which he was scanning her appearance: in a mixture of absolute adoration and a distinct relentless control. She had realized that he expected an answer to something and looked at him completely clueless.

“What?”

“Sam…” He had her attention when he used her forename in that very intimate, almost gentle way. “It’s not that hard of a question to answer…”

“Trust you… Sir?” Her voice had been shaky, and she realized that she was not giving her intelligence any credit by dumbly repeating his question. But for a moment, the sheer intensity of it all overwhelmed her, and she had a hard time to stop herself from turning around and running out the door again.

“Yeah…” he had affirmed, amused by her very uncharacteristic dullness. Sam Carter lost for words: that was definitely something…

“Absolutely… Sir. Otherwise I don’t think we’d still be working on the same team together.”

“Good point – but I didn’t mean in the field.” His response had been casual, and then, while keeping a close eye on her, he took a sip of his drink.

“I do trust you,” Sam affirmed again after a short moment, holding his eyes while she did so. Her answer had satisfied him, and he had started talking about how to proceed from that point on. Nothing of what they did on Friday evenings would ever interfere with their work – nor would they let the two parts of their lives mix, that much they had agreed on. Jack had assured her, that he would never ask sexual favors of her while they were in a workplace environment. And so they had been on safe grounds.

Since Sam had never done anything like submission before, they had started talking about hard limits (albeit rather awkwardly). They had agreed that they would find out about her soft limits as they went along. Sam had made clear however, that she was not okay with anything involving pain – first and foremost because it turned her off, and secondly, because it concerned her that they might have to explain resulting injuries to the base doctors in their regular physical exams.

Jack had agreed, and assured her that he wasn’t into inflicting pain either – although he would have considered doing it if she had been into it. Deep inside he was glad that this was not the turn their little game would be taking.

He knew this entire scenario was wrong, given their working relationship and the fact that he commanded her in the field – and maybe the desire to submit her sexually owed its existence to just those years of fantasizing about ordering her to do sexual things instead; he wanted to explore the control component of their relationship.

And from the looks of it, that was what she was after too.

Oh yeah, Freud would have had fun analyzing them…

In the end, they agreed to meet up one week after that at Jack’s house, and parted. There had been no kiss or touches of any kind – if one didn’t count the occasional hand-on-waist touches of course.

Therefore Sam felt slightly out of place, when, one week later, she was standing in the middle of Jack’s living room, and waited for him to return from the kitchen with the beer he had offered to her.

He smiled at her when he returned and handed her the cold bottle. Sam took a huge sip of the cold, bitter liquid, not caring for whether he thought she was nervous or not. She needed some alcohol to get rid of the tension that was spreading through her body.

She couldn’t believe they were actually doing this. And she had no idea what to expect – she of all people. The one person, who was constantly planning ahead, analyzing, strategizing and calculating the outcome of situations or actions, was clueless about how this would turn out. It was both frightening and thrilling for her.

Jack didn’t give her a clue about what he was planning – and therefore withheld the necessary data from her brains, that she needed to over-think. Smart man.

Sam looked at him. He looked no different from usual: cargo pants and a dark grey, button-less shirt. Nervously, she took another sip of her beer. Oh, yes, opting for the leather pants and the white blouse might have been a bit too much. Not to mention the make-up.

As if he was reading her thoughts, Jack smiled at her, while he sat down, “You look amazing.”

“Thanks… Sir. I feel overdressed.” Sam said. She had no idea what to do – or what he wanted her to do; or whether they were playing yet or not.

Jack smirked at her obvious nervousness, and bit down a comment about how they could take care of her feeling overdressed. He wanted to take it slow today, and ease them both into the relationship – and ordering her to drop her clothes would hardly serve the point.

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So, after a moment, he put his beer on the glass table in front of him and leaned back on the couch. “I want you to seduce me.”

She almost choked on her sip of beer, and stared at him wide-eyed-ly. “Sir?”

“Seduce me, Car… Sam.” Oh, almost slip-up. He had to remember calling her Sam in this context – just to draw a clear line between their working relationship and this little exploration.

“Seduce you how, Sir?”

“Surprise me.” He looked at her with a blank expression.

“Okay…” Sam remained standing where she was, her face looking like she was meticulously planning one of her little experiments in the lab.

“Problem?” Jack asked with raised eyebrows, when she didn’t move.

“No, Sir… I’m trying to think of a way to…”

“Oh fer crying out loud, quit planning. Just go with the flow.” Jack replied. “I wanna feel it – not feel like I’m going through a mission briefing.”

Sam had to bite down a little smile, and then put her bottle down on the table. “Sorry, Sir.” Seduce him – that shouldn’t be too hard, considering that she knew he was into her already. And besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t seduced men before; just never her commanding officer.

No, she scolded herself. He was not her commanding officer here. He was Jack. They had agreed on drawing a distinct line. Sure, she’d still have to call him Sir, but she had to stop thinking of him as her superior officer or the lines would become blurry.

She walked towards the couch where he was sitting, holding his eyes. His interest grew with every step that she took towards him. He expected her to sit down next to him, but she surprised him when she moved to straddle him with her legs resting on either side of him on the soft surface of the couch.

She was very careful about keeping body contact to a minimum still, and her kneeling position allowed her to hold her hips just above his thighs without touching yet.

Her head was hovering above his, forcing him to look up at her to meet her eyes. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, and then made their way up to his neck when she leaned in to brush her lips against his in an almost non-existent, tentative first touch.

Oh, this was thrilling…

She definitely had game, he thought, when her soft, female scent engulfed him, and he had to suppress the need to pull her hips into full contact with his. He wanted her. He had wanted her the moment she had walked through the front door – but today was not about physical lust yet, but about easing them both into the game, so had to keep his feelings in check.

Sam moved her head back and looked at him somewhat insecurely. “Aren’t you going to touch me?”

He couldn’t help but smirk. “I will… if I feel you deserve it. But you have to put a little more effort into it. At the moment I’m not feeling it yet…” He saw a spark of challenge flicker in her eyes, and smirked. Oh, yes, this was going to get interesting. She was feisty – to the point of insubordinate – even in the field; and while he allowed her to slip up at work (mainly because she was smarter than him, and she was usually right), he did not intend to show her the same courtesy here. However, that was what would make their little games interesting. A submissive who was 100% obedient was no fun, for neither dominant nor submissive.

Sam gently pushed him back to lie against the back of the couch, his head resting comfortably against it, before she moved in and placed her lips on his. The touch made them both shudder with the expectation of what was to come.

The young woman opened her lips to run her tongue along his lips, tempting him to open his mouth and allowing her to deepen the kiss. He didn’t relent; however, he started kissing her back. She was good; he had to give her that. Seductively, she used her lips, tongue and teeth to run them along his own lips, tease him, and nip at his lower lip while her hands were grazing the skin of his neck in butterfly touches, before, now and then moving along his shoulders and clasping them through the material of his shirt.

After endless moments of tempting and teasing and flicking each others tongues in insecure explorations, Jack moved his hands up to first rest on her upper thighs, then run along her endlessly long legs up to rest on the apex of her thighs, where his fingers moved under the hem of her blouse.

Sam sighed, when she felt his fingers against her naked skin, and Jack rewarded her by opening his mouth to her insistent explorations, allowing her to engage him in an open-mouthed kiss. And so she did; fervently, almost desperately, seeking out his tongue in a tender battle for dominance and submission, until they were both breathless.

They broke the kiss, and Sam looked at him somewhat smugly. Okay, this was against the rules, he decided. She was cocky, and seemed to be under the false impression that by asking her to seduce him, she had become the dominant one. It was time to change that.

He held her eyes with a dark expression standing in his own, while he moved one of his hands from her hips up along her back. His fingers followed the contour of her spine up her neck into her short hair, and once they had reached their goal, he fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her head back with a firmness that didn’t allow for disobedience.

Sam gasped, when she felt his lips on her chin, which then moved in butterfly touches down her throat. Testing whether she would follow his wordless command, Jack let go of her hair. She kept her head in place, exposing her neck to him.

He moved both of his hands to the first button of her blouse, right under her collarbone, and opened it. Sam’s breath hitched in her throat, but she kept her head in place and her neck arched as he had commanded.

Jack waited a moment, drawing out the suspense, while at the same time admiring the milky skin he was revealing under the fabric, before he opened the next button; then the one after that, until he had reached the last one and could push the material out of the way.

Appreciatively, he ran the back of his hand along the skin of her neck, down over her collarbone, and along her cleavage. She was wearing a white tank top and a bra underneath, so his access was still rather limited, but it was enough for him for now.

His eyes took in her freckled skin, and he leaned forward to place his lips against the base of her throat, before he ran his tongue down to her collarbone, tasting her skin and eliciting a barely audible whimper from her. He smiled against her skin and then tugged at the sides of her open blouse.

“Off,” he rasped against her skin with authority in his voice and she moved away from him to obey and pull the blouse off. She discarded it onto the couch next to them, and then looked down into his eyes again which were staring at her somewhat expectantly.

“I might be mistaken,” he began, when she didn’t give any indication that she was about to say something, and leaned in to brush his lips along her jawline to her ear, “but isn’t an order usually acknowledged by the words ‘Yes’ and ‘Sir’.”

“Yes, Sir… sorry, Sir.” Sam replied breathlessly. “Won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” he affirmed. Leaving the possible consequences up for her own imagination, he instead dedicated his efforts back to exploring her skin and ran his lips down the soft skin of her chest to her breast.

He froze, when her hands ran from his shoulders to his hair, urging him on to where she wanted him. Instantly, his hands moved to her hips, holding her in place while he withdrew from her skin all together.

Confused, she looked down at him.

“Hands on my shoulder, Sam. Don’t move them again, and don’t you ever try to guide my movements again. You are not the one in control, here… understood?”

“Y-yes Sir,” Her voice was trembling as she moved her hands back to his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to… sorry, Sir.”

“So many slip-ups? As the good little soldier that you are, you should be used to following orders, and only acting after you’ve been given an order,” he rasped into her ear, before he gave her lobe a sharp little bite. He was satisfied when she whimpered and writhed against him.

“I know, Sir, it was an automatic reaction, and I meant no disrespect,” she said.

“It won’t happen again then?”

“It won’t, Sir.” Her voice betrayed her growing arousal at their little power play and he smirked. She was pretty good at this considering the fact that she had never done this before. He could still remember the awkwardness the first time he had tried this with Sara. She had never gotten into it, but even the first time exploring she had been unconsciously unwilling to follow his orders. Sam on the other hand was a natural – not surprising giving her military training. Still the extent of her willingness to follow his lead surprised him – and the amount of trust she put into him overwhelmed him.

Even now, she barely moved an inch, although he could tell by the way her breath was coming shorter, she was getting aroused. He moved his hands to her lower back, pulling her hips into full contact with his own, letting her feel the growing bulge in his pants. When she pressed her hips against him in response, he allowed her to.

Sam bit her lower lip, and focused on keeping her arms on his shoulders when he resumed the taunting task of exploring her skin with his mouth. Gently, he urged her to lean back against his steadying arms, to allow his lips access to her breasts and her belly. His arms were the only thing supporting her, and if he dropped her now, this would end in a very awkward (and very hard to explain) accident.

Amazed by how much she trusted him, he rewarded her obedience by placing his mouth on the peak of one of her breasts through the fabric of the top. This was far from being satisfying, he decided after a moment and shifted.

“Up…” he muttered against her collarbone and steadied the young woman as she complied with his order. “Arms up,” he ordered as he hooked his fingers under the hem of her top and then pulled it up and over her head, revealing the taut, creamy skin of her stomach.

Sam gasped, when his hands made contact with the bare skin, and started exploring and teasing her. She longed to feel him skin on skin. It wasn’t fair that she had lost two items of clothing already, and he was still fully dressed.

“Sir…” Her voice held an edge of urgency as she lowered her arms again – unsure of whether she was allowed to do so. He helped her by locking his fingers with hers and moving her hands behind her back, keeping them there, while he replied with a little humming sound that vibrated against her skin.

“Am I allowed to remove your shirt as well?”

He leaned back and looked up at her. “I’m not going to have sex with you. Not today.” She challenged his resolve when he saw the utter disappointment written all over her face. Then however, she surprised him by nodding and saying, “Yes Sir.”

“Don’t you want to know why?”

“You don’t have to explain your reasons to me, Sir.”

“Good little soldier, aren’t you?” he rasped against her ear and bit her earlobe, before he turned her head and claimed her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. She was being very good, and he fully intended to reward good behavior, so he placed her hands at his shirt, signaling her permission to take it off, and smirked. “Feel free…”

She smiled at him and removed the shirt by pulling it over his head, leaving his hair slightly ruffled. Damn, he was attractive, she thought, while she admired his broad chest with its soft curly hair and the muscles of his stomach. She trailed her fingers to touch his chest, but his hands around her wrists stopped her in time.

“Ah!” he protested playfully. “Removing the shirt was granted; touching on the other hand…”

Damn, she had to focus! “Permission to touch you, Sir?”

“Denied,” he replied with a vicious gleam in his eyes, and pulled her into another searing kiss meant to increase her frustration. He longed for her to touch him, but if he was honest with himself, once she did touch him, he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to control himself. He had just wanted her for too long, and the way with which she gave herself over to him – the trust she showed – was more than enough to test his restraint.

He moved his hands so he could guide her upper body to come in full contact with his, and swallowed the needy little moan that escaped her lips. When he released her mouth, it took her a moment to open her eyes and regain control of her breath, before she looked at him, and whispered, “Please, Sir” against his mouth in the sexiest tone that he had ever heard coming from her lips.

The thought of giving in to her request was alluring, and so he leaned back against the couch, and looked at her deliciously disheveled looking form. “Touch me.”

Her hands were on him almost instantly, exploring, teasing, and caressing the skin of his chest and his upper belly, while she leaned down, hovering her lips as closely as she could above his without touching. She enjoyed the momentary power that she held over him, when she saw his eyes close at the touch, and his head fall back against the couch.

Her lips grazed his clean-shaven cheek, and then ran down his throat. The scent of him engulfed her, and she knew she wanted more of him. Maybe she would manage to seduce him into breaking his earlier promise of not having sex with her?

Seductively, she ground her hips against his now very evident erection through the fabric of his jeans, and that was when his eyes shot open, and he grabbed on to her hips, stilling them in a steel grip while he scanned her face with a dark expression standing in his eyes.

“Sam…” he warned, and she smiled at him mock-innocently.

“Sir?”

Leave it up to her to make the most insubordinate action look like an act of complete obedience. He smirked and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “We’re done for today.”

“What?” she asked, her eyes growing wide.

“Get dressed.”

“Sir!”

“Are you disobeying an order?” he asked and raised his eyebrows with a slight warning visible in his eyes.

At the last moment, Sam stopped herself from saucily asking whether it would get her laid if she did, and cleared her throat. “Of course not, Sir.”

With those words, she moved off of him and grabbed her tank top and the blouse from the couch to get dressed. She was getting frustrated to the point of feeling outright rebellious. She thought that he was kidding earlier when he had announced that he wouldn’t sleep with her. But it seemed he really wasn’t going to.

Great. She had come here hoping to release the sexual tension between them, and instead they had just increased it exponentially.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” Sam said curtly, and Jack couldn’t help but smirk. When he was wearing his own shirt again, her went to stand behind her, and started kissing her neck from behind

“I will do you a favor and overlook that last rather snarky remark. You were good today… think we can take it a level farther next Friday?”

Sam closed her eyes, leaning ever so slightly into him. “I am more than fine if we take it to the next level today… Sir.”

The way she almost purred the word ‘Sir’ made him want to push her up the nearest wall, and give her what she was asking for.

Damn, he had to be careful around her. He cleared his throat. “It seems hardly appropriate to jump right into that.”

“Appropriate?” She had to giggle at that expression, and Jack raised his eyebrows.

“Something funny?” he asked wryly and ceased his tender caresses of her neck.

“No, Sir… not at all. I just don’t think any of what we did here today would fall in the realms of being appropriate.”

He smiled against her skin. “Would you like pizza?”

She turned around in his arms with a confused look, and he looked at her somewhat awkwardly. “Well… I just got to make out with you, the least I can do is take you out for dinner.”

That made Sam smile. She had always suspected that deep inside he was a gentleman – even if he would never admit to it – and his offer confirmed her suspicion. “I’d love to have dinner with you, Sir.”

He returned her smile and brushed his thumb over her lips gently. The ice was broken. The initial awkwardness was gone. This was going to be a lot of fun.

The End (Jan 20, 2014)

Read Part 3 – “Trust”