Capture Roleplay. Capture Coleplay. Capture Roleplay.

Rating: R

Contains sexual situations,  BDSM, D/s,  light bondage, power play, and references to adult toys. It is therefore not suitable for teens under the age of 18.

Also: f-word warning!

If you have a general (personal, moral, religious, whatever) problem with any of the above mentioned material, please stop reading at this point!

Huge thanks to my betareader/editor Raven Clark, who edited this story with me line by line.

Part 11 of “Leather and Lace

 Capture Roleplay. Capture Roleplay. Capture Roleplay.

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Sam took a deep breath and glanced at the entrance. A discreet display alluded to the kind of products the shop offered. She wrapped her arms around herself and swallowed hard.

“You okay?” Jack’s arm slipped around her waist.

“Yes. I’ve just never…” Her cheeks warmed. “…done something like this.”

“You’ve never shopped in an adult store before? Carter, now I’m disappointed. You never, you know… You don’t have any…?” He cleared his throat and gestured vaguely.

“Well, of course I do. But I never go into a store.”

He stared at her, utter confusion on his face.

“Online-shopping.” She giggled against his shoulder. Damn, he was cute when he looked all confused.

“Oh. Well, I’m not into the whole buying online thing. All of these stores are very discreet.”

“I know. Still, it’s… odd.”


“Looking at…toys with people watching you,” Sam said.

Jack grinned. “Nobody’s gonna be watching you. Except maybe me.”

Laughing she nudged him. His face grew serious. “But if you’re really uncomfortable, we could do some online shopping.”

“No. We didn’t drive an hour and a half to Denver only to turn back now.”

He gave her a smirk. “Going in, then?”

“Yes, s—” She cut herself off and stared at him. “Jack. Yes, Jack.” Why was it suddenly so hard for her to remember calling him Jack? After all, she’d been the one who’d proposed that they only play their dominance and submission games on Fridays.

His warm breath tickled her ear. “You know, I don’t mind you calling me Sir. It’s hot. Besides, I slip up too and keep calling you Carter. With work, and our Friday games it’s only natural that we’d mess up.”

“I know.” She smiled and straightened. “Jack.”

He leaned in and took her mouth in a warm, tender kiss that left her staggered. When he released her, she flushed, excitement heating her.

Jack opened the door to the store. “Shall we?”

She nodded and stepped inside. With the discreet ringing of a bell, the door closed behind them.

The store was bigger than she’d anticipated. A few other customers looked at the displays and shelves. A young woman stood behind a counter in the front. She smiled at them with a courteous nod.

Discreet. Unobtrusive. Sam released a slow breath and some of the tension left her muscles. Okay, this really wasn’t too bad. She glanced at the corner. A staircase led to an upper level, a sign with an arrow reading Lingerie on the wall.

“So…” Jack slipped his arm around her waist again. “Shall we go through it shelf by shelf?”

Oh boy. Those were many shelves. With lots of very intimate products on them. “What do you want to get?”

“Depends on what you like.” He studied her again.

Damn. She could feel herself blush again. “I’m really not… very fixated on… specific… you know… items.”

A grin tugged at his mouth. “Has anybody ever told you you’re hot when you’re awkward?”

“No.” Was that why he enjoyed their banter so much?

“Sam, relax. After all we’ve done, this freaks you out?”

“It doesn’t freak me out. I’m just a bit uncomfortable. Besides, I don’t like making decision like this. I’m not used to being in charge.”

His gaze heated. “Oh, don’t be mistaken, you’re not in charge.” He pulled her against the hard planes of his chest. “You get a say in what we buy, not in when or how I’ll use it. So all I need to know is which ones you’d like, and which ones you don’t. Think of this entire experience as a refinement of our limits lists.”

Heat flooded her veins. He was hot taking control. Why did she enjoy this so much? When it came to the rest of her life or her work, she loved being in charge and making decisions. She’d never had a problem with taking responsibility. But when it came to sex…

“Yes, Sir.” She gave him a sweet smile.

“Shelf by shelf then.”

“Yes, Sir.” So much easier to slip into the role. Almost as if she was putting down her mission gear after eight hours in the field.

He reached down and linked their fingers, then drew her along the carpeted floor to the first shelf at the wall next to the entrance. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll ask you questions occasionally, and you’ll answer honestly.”

Sam swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.” Questions? Oh God.

They reached the first shelf. Tame accessories like key rings, ashtrays, and some sexual household items. Nothing for them, so they moved on.

Vibrators. Oh boy. She ignored the stinging heat in her cheeks when Jack stopped. “Now that looks promising.”

“Yes, Sir.” Did her voice really sound throaty?

“What kind of vibrators do you have already?”

Really? He was gonna go there? “Just two, Sir… standards.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Have a look at this shelf and tell me what standard means.”

He had a point. She’d never known there were so many different types of vibrators. Smaller ones, bigger ones, some meant for penetration, others for clitoral stimulation. Maybe she should have spent more time in those online stores, browsing the product categories.

“I have one like this… and this…” She pointed at an egg-shaped one and a longer, thinner one.

“You like them?”

“Yeah, sure… they’re okay.” She shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant, but she was sure she’d failed.

He cocked his head. “Okay? A great sex toy shouldn’t have the adjective okay attributed to it. More like great, fun, mind-blowing.”

“To be honest, they don’t do a lot for me.” She flinched. “They’re good every once in a while, but the whole vibration thing gets too intense too fast.”

“Too much?”

“Yeah. Discomfort. And frustration after a certain point.”

“Ah. So we’ll stay away from the powerful ones. We’ll probably have to go for something more gentle. How about penetration?”


He pulled one of the dildo-shaped vibrators off the shelf. “Something like this?”

“I’ve never tried one, Sir.”

He handed it to her with a smirk. “Well, that’ll make for a nice experiment. Size should be okay, right?”

“Sure. It’s smaller than you.” Oh no. She hadn’t just said that. Cheeks flaring, she lifted her head to meet his gaze. His eyes gleamed. Thank God there were no customers near enough to overhear their conversation.

He leaned in to her ear. “And we’ll keep them like that. So we’ll have a bit of difference from the real deal. Wouldn’t want you to replace me with one of those…things.”

Warmth tickled along her skin when his lips seared a path down her neck. A soft moan left her lips. “There’s no danger of that, Sir.”

“Good.” He gave her lip a tender nip and turned his attention back to the shelf where he studied the products. “Anything you see that you wanna try?”

“Not here, Sir. They all look the same.”

“They do, don’t they.” He looked around. “We’ll ask the sales assistant later on if she can recommend a product.”

Really? He was gonna start a conversation with the sales assistant about this?

They moved on to the next shelf. Dildos and anal plugs in various sizes, colors, and materials. Jack stepped closer to her. “You ever tried anal?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Something you liked?”

“Not particularly. I only tried it once, though.”

“I see,” Jack said. “Would you do it again?”

“With you? I’d wanna try, I think.”

He nodded and strolled over to the plugs. He picked out three in different sizes, contemplated them for a moment, and then walked back to her. “We’re gonna take that one slow. That’s not something you rush into, so we’re gonna work our way up with these.”

Excitement raced through her when she studied the plugs. Going slow… That always sounded good when it came to new things.

“And we’ll also get…” He turned and walked to the far end of the shelf. Sam followed him and studied the various dildos as she passed by. How could anybody be interested in buying some of these? She stopped and cringed in horror. A dildo the size of a beer bottle? That had to hurt…

She moved on hurriedly. Jack chose one of the smaller dildos and handed it to her. “How’s that?”

“That looks reasonable.”

“Reasonable?” He raised his eyebrows. “Carter, we really gotta work on your choice of adjectives.”

“I meant in comparison to those over there.” She shrugged at the oversized ones.

Chuckling, he drew her close. “Yeah, there’s some stuff that doesn’t do anything for me either.”

“Like the whole medical room idea?” She grinned.

“Yeah. Reminds me too much of the SGC and Doc Fraiser. Not an image I need.”

She laughed and grabbed one of the shopping bags hanging at the turn to the next shelf and dropped the items into it. This wasn’t as embarrassing as she’d thought it would be.

“Now these look interesting,” Jack said, standing in front of a shelf that held… collars and bracelets.

Sam folded her arms. “No way.”

“Oh, come on, Carter. Not even a bracelet? Wasn’t too bad last night, was it?”


“Is there any jewelry you’d wear?”

She raised her brows at him. If he started buying her jewelry now, she’d seriously kick his ass, Dom or not. After all, it was Saturday. “No. Except for a ring.”

He straightened and studied her. Her breath lodged in her throat. God, that had sounded so much less wedding crazy in her head. “I didn’t mean… I…wasn’t saying… what I meant…”

“That can be arranged.” His eyes twinkled.

The store spun around her. Had he really just said what she thought he’d said? “I…I meant maybe…someday…”

His warm hands drew her close until his scent made her head spin. “Relax, Carter. I’m not saying we should get married. But you’re hot when you get flustered like that.”

With a soft scoff, she pushed against his chest. “Don’t do that to me.”


“Scare me like that.”


Damn. Wrong way of putting it again. “Not the idea of marrying you. The idea of marriage in general. It’s not something I’m considering at the moment.”

“It’d be an option to clear things with the Air Force, though. If we’re ever found out. Or anything.”

“Sure. Yeah.” She nodded. Her stomach did an odd lurch. “Definitely.”

“Now…” He turned back to the shelf. “Bracelet?”

“I’d have to take it off for work.”

“Just for when we’re playing in the club. Uncollared subs are fair game to many Doms. This would protect you from unwanted harassment.”

She tilted her head. “I can take care of myself without protection.”

“I don’t doubt that. Friday evenings you’re the sub, though.” The intensity of his gaze made her feel tingly inside. “Fridays, and on any other day you want or need.”

What was that supposed to mean? Her fingers tightened around the shopping card. God, and why did the idea make her so deliciously calm? What was wrong with her? “Fridays is fine.”

Face serious, he held her gaze, then nodded. “Okay. Pick one of these.”

He really wanted her to wear a bracelet? All right, it was just for when they went to the club. Besides it wouldn’t do them any good if they got involved in some kind of club brawl because she had to defend her honor. She leaned forward. Some of these were actually beautiful. Elegant, even.

She reached for a golden one with engraved leaves. “This one?”

“Looks good.” He smiled.

She dropped it into the bag. “What’s next?”

“The fun stuff.” He enlaced their fingers again as they strolled towards what was obviously the kink area. “We should get some kinda bondage set. A blindfold. And a gag.”

“Gag?” She swallowed.

“For later.” Chuckling, he nuzzled her ear. “When you decide to be bratty again, I’ll make use of it. It’s a bit hard to use a safeword when gagged, so we’ll use it for mild play for now.”

“What if I decide to be nice and play by the rules?” She gave him a cheeky smile.

“You couldn’t if you tried.”

Good point. Besides, if she didn’t stand up to him, he’d have no reason for getting a bit rougher.

They passed all sorts of devices and toys, and crossed over to the kink section. Jack picked up a bondage set that could be fastened on the mattress and came with matching wrist and ankle cuffs. When they passed the section with the whips and canes, they picked a flogger and a crop.

At last, they made their way to the counter. The sales assistant gave them another friendly smile.

“Did you find everything?”

“Actually, we got a question.” Jack pointed towards the vibrators. “We were looking for a vibrator, but the kind you got over there don’t really work for us.”

“Have you seen our newest model?” She rounded the counter and motioned for them to follow. Close to the entrance, she pointed at a brightly lit display. “This one’s a brand new design from Europe. The manufacturers give a hundred percent orgasm guarantee or your money back.” She handed them a flyer. “The Womanizer isn’t really a vibrator in the conventional sense. If you want, have a look. This might be the right one for you if you’re looking for something new.”

When she’d left to give them privacy, Sam looked down at the flyer. Orgasm guarantee. Over seventy-three percent of women even experienced a multiple orgasm? She turned the paper. Touchless stimulation using pressure waves and suction. New technology. Definitely intriguing…

“Shall we try it?” Jack raised his brows.

“Sure, why not. It’ll make for another nice experiment.”

“And if it keeps its promise, we’ll have some interesting playtime in the future.” The heated tone in his voice sent pleasant shudders of expectation down her spine.

“Oh, that reminds me. I wanted to look at the lingerie, too.”

“Really?” His face lit up. “Does that mean I get to see you in all kinds of hot outfits in the changing room?”

She smiled flirtatiously. “Maybe. Let’s see what they have.”

Shopping for underwear… She’d always hated it, mostly because the dim light and coloring in the changing rooms didn’t exactly flatter her skin tone. Sam raised her eyebrows at herself in the mirror and sighed. The chances of finding any underwear that didn’t make her feel ridiculous sank by the minute.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“Why?” Jack’s voice drifted from outside.

“Because… look.”

He peaked his head through the curtain inside the tiny compartment. A lopsided grin pulled at his lips. “Hot.”

“Jack.” She folded her arms and frowned at him. “This is ridiculous.” She glanced at herself in the mirror. The black lace bra made her skin look even paler than usual.

“I kinda like it.” His head vanished and two seconds later, he snuck into the compartment with her.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna get us thrown out of the store.” But she smiled when he slipped his hands around her waist and drew her close. There was something erotic about him being almost completely dressed while she wasn’t. In a semi-public place.

He nipped her lower lip. “Just wanna show you real quick how stunning you look.”

“Jack…” She muffled a giggle against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. His lips seared a hot path along her throat.

“I think we should get it.”

We. Her stomach tingled. When had they changed from a you and me to we? Warmth spread along her skin. “You don’t think it’s ridiculous?”

“No. Why?”

“It’s impractical.”

“Carter. It’s not for the field. Just for playtime. Occasionally.”

He was right. Maybe she should lose her soldier’s mentality.

“It was your idea to get nice underwear. I’m quite content to have you wear nothing at all,” Jack said.

She stifled a smile. “You wish.”

“Wait until we try it out with the new toys.” He slipped a hand into her panties. Sam stared at him in the mirror. When his fingers trailed across her labia in a teasing caress, she clutched his arm. A jolt of electricity passed through her when he flicked her clit.

“Jack…” Mildly breathless. She leaned back against him, her resistance fading by the second. His touch was too good. And the setting… public. She couldn’t make a sound. Panting, she closed her eyes.

“I believe that’s Sir to you, isn’t it?” Heat shot like molten lava through her veins. She really shouldn’t be so turned on by this…

“Excuse me, Sir?” A female voice drifted from outside. Sam’s stomach clenched. Oh crap.

Jack cleared his throat and released her. “Yeah?”

“Men aren’t allowed in the lingerie dressing rooms.”

Cheeks burning Sam buried her face against his neck. Busted. This had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of her entire life.

“Easy.” Jack smirked. He dropped a quick kiss against her temple and stepped back outside. “Sorry. My friend needed some advice.”

How could he sound so nonchalant?

“Uh-huh. Make sure to stay outside while you’re giving it. We’ve had bad experiences with men giving advice in the changing rooms.” Sam heard the smile in the sales assistant’s voice. As though she knew exactly what had been going on.

She looked up to scan the ceiling for cameras. None. Thank God, in Denver chances were remote that anyone would recognize them. Still, being arrested for public indecency with her commanding officer would put a very unspectacular end to both their careers.

She hurried to change back into her clothes. When she stepped outside, Jack sat in an armchair and gave her an innocent smile. Boy, he was so far out of her league. She should have known. Anybody with a Special Ops record like him knew how to play dirty, and how to look completely innocent while doing it.

She leaned in to him. “Close call.”

He chuckled against her ear. “I merely tried to convince you to buy a lingerie set.”

“You succeeded.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll get it.”


She beamed at him. If only they could always be this playful. Unfortunately, their jobs didn’t allow for many jokes. And yet, he managed pretty well. She slid her arm around his waist.

Jack dropped a kiss against her temple. “Let’s pay for our stuff and then I’ll take you out to dinner.”

Oh boy…

Sam studied the variety of toys laid out on the bed. What the hell had gotten into her buying some of these?

Her stomach did a nervous flip-flop as she studied the riding crop. The flogger. The weird new vibrator. Two dildos in different sizes. The anal plugs. Restraints. A blindfold. A ball gag. Maybe curiosity had gotten the better of her.

She swallowed hard and brushed her fingers through her hair. It was still damp from the shower.

The floor creaked as Jack entered the room. She turned. He hadn’t even dried his hair. Small drops of water pearled on his neck and chest, and ran down his stomach. He wore jeans and nothing else. Her muscles clenched deliciously.

Jack’s gaze heated as he studied her. “Made your choice?”

“Not really. To be honest, now I’m nervous about some of these.”

“Sam.” His face gentled. “We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. You can stop anything at any moment.”

“I know.” She turned back to the bed and inhaled deeply. “I’d like to try the crop and flogger. But I’m not into pain.”

“Those aren’t for pain. Canes and whips are what you use when you wanna inflict pain. These are for teasing. And an occasional light sting.” His arms wrapped around her waist. “I told you I’m not into the whole pain deal. We’re gonna have to find out if you are.”

“I’d like to try them all.” She sighed.

“How about you place those that are outta the question for today on the wardrobe. And I’ll get creative with the rest.”

She turned in his arms. “Is it okay? I mean, it’s not Friday.”

“Hey, the Friday-thing was your rule. I don’t mind being in control in the bedroom.” He cleared his throat. “Not that I mind switching the roles. But being in charge is where I’m most comfortable.”

Her breath quickened. She was most comfortable not being in charge. At least when it came to sex. No awkward situations. “Somehow it’s easier for me to shut my brain off when I don’t have to be in control.”

“Makes sense.” A ghost of a smile played around his lips. “Why don’t you make your choice. You got one minute. Then I’ll take control.” His tone grew unrelenting. “Anything that’s still on the bed by then can and will be used today.”

Heart pounding, she spun, her gaze racing across the toys. Anal Plugs? God, no. Not today at least. She picked it up. Vibrator? Fine. Dildos? Fine. Ball gag? No. Restraints? Yes. Flogger and Crop? Maybe… damn. Well, she had her safe word after all.

She placed the gag and the plugs on top of the wardrobe, then faltered and rushed back to the bed to pick up the flogger, too. Not brave enough for that yet.

“Time’s up.”

Sam threw the flogger on the wardrobe and spun. Jack’s eyes twinkled, but other than that, his face was hard. “Get down on your knees.”

Chin raised, she stared at him. He raised his eyebrows. Uh, oh. She knew that look.

“Zero tolerance policy.” He took a step towards her. “You better be damn sure you wanna deal with the consequences if you deliberately disobey an order today.”

Consequences. Right. She glanced at the bed. Too many new things. Sighing, she lowered herself to her knees.

Jack’s face gentled. “Thought so. I want you to stay there, while I prepare a coupla things.” He leaned down to her and tipped her chin up. “And Sam. Your safe word always stands. I might push you deliberately today because I want you to get comfortable using it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He brushed her lips in a sweet, but fleeting kiss. Her body quivered. She needed more.

When he straightened and walked over to the bed, she knew that wasn’t going to happen just yet. She watched as he lifted the mattress to fasten the bed restraint set under it. Easy enough.

“You want the real cuffs or the ones you can get out of?” He held both up. One opened with a buckle, the other with a Velcro fastener.

“Real ones, Sir.” Her stomach lurched. Curiosity really had to learn to shut up.

He threw a little plastic bag at her. “Put these on. Two on your wrists, two on your feet. Make sure they’re not too tight, otherwise they’ll cut off your circulation.”

“Yes, Sir.” She pulled the cuffs out of the plastic bag and fastened them on her wrists and feet as he’d ordered. The smell of new leather filled her nostrils. When she was done, she got up and placed the plastic bag on the wardrobe.

“Come here.” Jack drew her closer and inspected her wrists, testing them with his finger. “Good.” A smile toyed with his mouth as he pulled her hands behind her back. The hooks on the cuffs snapped softly when he linked them together.

Cuffed. She lifted her chin and held his gaze.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever met who can look this defiant when overpowered.” He drew his lips in gentle kisses along her jawline.

Sam arched her neck and smiled. “You haven’t overpowered me yet. Sir.” Her head swam with his scent.

She opened her lips when her pulled her head to him, and took her mouth in a hard kiss. Pressure and heat danced a waltz in her belly. A moan escaped.

“Get on the bed.”

Trembling, she crawled to the middle of the mattress and lay back. Jack sat down next to her. He unclipped the cuffs, gripped her arm and pulled it up over her head. Metal clicked as he hooked her cuff into the restraint in the left corner. He caressed her pulse point with his thumb, and then repeated the same with her right arm and the right corner.

Sam tested the restraints. Minimal movement, but other than that she was completely helpless. No way she’d get out of these unless he let her out. Fire coiled low in her belly when he leaned down for a lingering kiss.

“I’m gonna love playing with you.” He nipped her lower lip, and her breath caught. “First, let’s establish a coupla rules. You’re not allowed to come without permission.”

Again? God, he couldn’t be serious. She twisted her hands in the shackles. “Please no, not that rule.”

“I mean it.”

She closed her eyes and exhaled a shaky breath. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll leave your feet untied for now. If things are going too far, use your safeword. Immediately. I wanna see if you can safeword fast enough for it to be effective.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her gaze met his. His thumb brushed along her lower lip, and tenderness filled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, Sam. Just relax and let me be in control.”

A breathless chuckle left her. “Yes, Sir.”

He got up from the bed and strolled over to the table in the corner, where he’d put the items she’d chosen for today. She swallowed hard when he turned, blindfold in his hand.

“First, we’ll do a little reconnaissance.” He leaned over her and tied the blindfold over her eyes. His touch was gentle, but she still held her breath as darkness enclosed her. Immediately her other senses took over. His smell… the sounds of his steps as he moved around the room, the crinkling of plastic and paper… She twisted her hands in the restraints. The metal hooks gave a gentle rattle.

Where was Jack? What was he doing?

The mattress shifted. Her breath hitched when, without a warning, his lips began trailing a hot path down her neck, along her collarbone, and down through the valley between her breasts.

If only he’d move faster after everything they’d done today. No foreplay. But knowing him, there’s wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he was gonna move fast tonight.

“Blindfold’s working for you?” Concern layered his voice.

She nodded against the lump in her throat. “Yes, Sir.”


She held her breath when he slipped her panties down her legs, his hot palms caressing her skin.

“You’re at my mercy now.”

Oh God. “Yes, Sir.”

“We’re gonna try out that new vibrator. Didn’t the booklet say something about orgasm guarantee?”

She gave a throaty laugh. “That’s advertising, Sir.”

“Maybe. Why don’t we test it though?” Soft metallic clicks told her he was locking her ankles in place as well. She tried to shift. Only minimal movement. Completely helpless. The idea definitely shouldn’t be such a turn on.

The floor creaked as Jack moved around the room. She couldn’t pinpoint where he was, or what he was doing, and somehow that sent an additional thrill dancing down her spine.

“You know, it’s funny. Usually you’re the one getting to play with the gadgets.”

She laughed. “Right. But you’re not usually the test subject.”

“Sometimes I am.”

He was, wasn’t he? Another laugh turned into a long moan when his hot lips landed right on her clit without a warning. “Sir…”

God, if he was gonna start out like this, there was no way she’d last very long, standing order or not.

He took his time kissing and licking her. Gentle. Playful. Then cool air from the room brushed along her overheated skin. She twisted her hands and bit her lower lip in anticipation.

Again, paper crinkled. A low buzzing sound filled the room. She held her breath, hands fisting. The buzzing stopped.

“This should be easy enough.”

She swore she heard a smile in his voice. He had to know what he was doing to her. She swallowed against nervous anticipation when he unclipped her bra in the front and exposed her breasts. He placed the nozzle of the device on one of her nipples. When he turned it on, ticklish vibrations shot right to her clit. She released a giggle and shifted.

“No laughing.”

“Then stop tickling me. Sir.”

“Just testing this thing.” Again, a smile in his voice. “If it’s uncomfortable, tell me, okay? Pain’s not the idea behind this.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said huskily.

She twitched when his warm chest grazed along her belly. Goosebumps covered her skin. Jack seared a slow path of kisses along the side of her neck. His hand slipped between her legs, stroking, teasing.

Arching her neck, she tried to push up against him, but the restraints restricted her movements. His chuckle washed warm and deep against her ear. “You’re gonna have to take whatever I do to you.”

Her jaw clenched. Did he want her to beg? “You gonna do something? Or are you just gonna talk?”

“Careful there, sweetheart.” Another searing kiss, right under her earlobe, and then he moved down her body. His finger found her clit and started massaging in slow, circling caresses.

How’d he gotten so good at this? Surely, they didn’t teach this in Special Ops briefings. She groaned when he increased the pressure.


He withdrew his finger and replaced it with something else, something cool against her skin. Right over her clit. Her nails dug almost painfully into her palms.

She didn’t know what exactly she expected.  Uneasiness maybe. Or discomfort. Overstimulation. None of it came. Instead, soft suction pulled at her sensitive tissues and mild vibration lapped at her, an ever so gentle rhythm teasing her most sensitive spot.

“Oh God…” Fire coiled in her belly. So good. Like a mouth wrapping around her pleasure center and teasing, relentless. Heat raced across her skin. This just wasn’t possible. She twisted her hands in the shackles.

Jack pushed a button, and the vibrations grew stronger. A distressed sound escaped her. Pressure built. Fast. So fast.



“No… no, I think I’ll…” She gasped for air and then held her breath when a strong orgasm took her by surprise, shaking through her, drowning her in pleasure. “Oh God… oh God…Sir.”

“I distinctly remember giving you an order.” A dangerous undertone.

Right. Damn. She wasn’t allowed to come until he said so. “I’m sorry, Sir. I…” She gritted her teeth against a soft scream when he pushed the button again. The suction increased, almost too much to take.

“Now… since this thing promises multiple orgasms, why don’t we see just how multi-orgasmic you can be? Seeing that you disobeyed my order anyway.”

No… no, no, no. “Sir… please don’t…” Nothing she could do. She tensed against the onslaught of pleasure and then another orgasm ripped through her. Her skin tickled with sensation. Panting she fell back against the pillow and tried to shift away from the delicious torture.

“That’s two.” She heard the smile in his voice.

“Two’s good.” She tried to catch her breath.

“I think you can do better than this.” He slipped first one, then two fingers inside her.

She cried out against gritted teeth and pulled at the restraints. “Please… please… oh God… Sir…”

“Please what, Sam?”

“Please stop, Sir. Too much.”

To her surprise, he turned the device off. Panting, she relaxed into the sheets, shuddering and whimpering.

Jack looked at the helpless women on his bed. Damn, she was hot when she came. And it happened fast with this special toy.

He slid in between her legs and lowered himself onto her to nuzzle her neck. “Liked that?”

“Yes…” Pant. “Sir…”

He grinned. “Good. We’ll file that one away as a reward toy then.” Then his lips claimed hers in a deep, lingering kiss. “We’re not quite done with it yet.” Another kiss right under her ear. “I just wanna give you a short break.”

“That’s very considerate, Sir.”

“Isn’t it? You disobeyed a direct order.”

“Sorry, Sir. It just happened too fast and unexpected.” She bent her neck to offer more of her skin.

“Since you’re remorseful, I’m gonna be nice this time.”

Her lips parted, undoubtedly to throw a witty response at him, but he effectively shut her up by sliding into her warm body, easy and effortless. His jaw clenched. God, she felt good. So hot, so aroused.

Groaning, she arched her neck. “Oh.”

“You gonna be able to handle the next round?” He pressed a quick kiss on her neck.

“Yes, Sir.”

He shifted. “Let’s see if we can make you come a couple more times.”

She pulled at her restraints, then whimpered. Smiling, he took her mouth in a long kiss. Targeting the toy on her while thrusting would be tricky with her being restrained.

He knew he’d found her pleasure spot when she clutched the pillow and gasped. “Sir.”

He adjusted the speed. A little less intense than earlier. She panted.

“Just let go. You’re allowed to come. Actually I insist on it.” She felt so amazing when she came around him.

She struggled for a moment as if trying to disobey his order, but apparently her body was beyond her control. Her muscles clenched around him, and her lips parted in a few whimpers.

He dropped his head to the crook of her neck and groaned, giving her a gentle thrust, then another. Her soft outcry filled his ears.

“That’s it, babe. Scream for me.” She arched her neck back and tore at the restraints. He halted for a few seconds and studied her. “Safeword?”

“No, Sir.” Another whimper.

He smirked. “Humor me.” Better safe than sorry.

“Quarks, S—“ Her breath hitched, and then she came apart around him again, panting, begging him. He picked up a slow rhythm, trying to hold out a little longer. This couldn’t end yet. He fumbled with her blindfold, and pulled it from her eyes.

She blinked, her blue eyes clouded with lust and passion. He touched his palm to her cheek while he kept thrusting into her. She stared up at him, her eyes begging him for more.

Her deepest muscles didn’t seem to want to stop clenching around him anymore. She’d long given up the battle. He dropped forward, leaning over her. His breath hit her neck, short and quick.

As another orgasm hit her, he shuddered and groaned. With a few quick thrusts, he found his own release inside her. Before he slumped over her, he pulled the device away and threw it on the mattress next to them.

Fingers tangling in her hair, he pressed hot kisses against her neck and stilled. Chest heaving, she let out another soft whimper, then slumped into the pillow. Her body shook, and when he flicked out his tongue, he tasted the salty perspiration on her skin.

“God, Sam.” Barely a rasp.

“J-jack.” She jerked her arms. The metal hooks rattled softly. One of the hottest sounds he’d ever heard. Eyes closed he reached up, and with a click released first one arm, then the other. Thank God, they’d opted for the model that allowed for easy release.

Her fingers trembled when she reached for his hair, his neck, his spine. When he lifted his head to look at her, she blinked at him.

“Oh boy.” She pressed her palm to her forehead.

Concern took over. “You all right?”

“Think so.” She closed her eyes once more and released a soft giggle.

Smirking, he leaned in. “I made you scream.”

“Oh God.”

“That’s gotta be a record.”



She opened her eyes, and his insides warmed at the blissful smile on her face. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” He reached down and unclipped her ankles. Then he rolled them both over so he was on his back and could pull her into his arms. “God, Carter, I love you.”

Sam’s breath caught. Wow… It was so rare for him to show emotion. So unexpected. She swallowed against a lump in her throat. “I love you, too.”

“You’re a pretty disobedient sub.”

“I tried my best, Sir.” Laughing, she leaned up on her elbow. Her heartrate slowly normalized. Her gaze darted to the toy next to him. Curious, she reached over and studied it. “This thing didn’t really give me much of a choice, though.”

“Worth every penny then.”

“That it is. Too bad we can’t both use it.” The design looked as though it had been made for the female anatomy. “Not much benefit for you in it.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Do you have any idea how good it feels to be inside you when you come?”

Heat flared in her cheeks. “Jack.”

“That thing is worth every penny.”

Smiling, she reached over and put it on the nightstand.

“So, you wanna try the crop?” He played with the straps of her bra that hung loosely around her arms.

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re letting me choose?”

“Only because it’s Saturday.”

Laughing, she dropped down on the sheets and ruffled her fingers through his hair. “I need a short break. I’m hungry.”

“We got leftovers from the restaurant.”

“Sounds great.”

He released her and got up. Sam unbuckled the wrist and ankle cuffs. Then she discarded her bra on the bed. As beautiful as it was, the designer hadn’t made it for comfort. She wrapped a bed sheet around herself and was about to follow Jack when her gaze caught the golden bracelet still on the wardrobe. She picked it up and studied it. It was beautiful jewelry with its ornamented leaves.

Thoughtful, she walked along the hallway and down the small set of stairs into the living room. Jack had gotten comfortable on the couch. He hadn’t even bothered to get dressed. Smiling, she watched him. His skin looked even darker in the pale moonlight leaking in through the windows. Age really suited him. If anything, his muscles seemed to have become even more toned over the past years.

Aluminum foil crinkled as he unpacked the box the waiter had given them earlier after dinner. He lifted his head, smiling. “You gonna stand there all night?”

“Just… enjoying the view.” Her cheeks warmed. She crossed the distance between them. Jack reached his hand out and drew her the last few inches towards him.

“Wanna share the blanket?”

“Only if you share the food.” She sat down next to him, and he leaned back as she shifted closer. Drawing the blanket over both of them, she snuggled against him. His warmth surrounded her. So comfortable.

She reached for one of the plastic spoons and took a bite of the cold turkey. “Mmm, this is great.”

“What?” He scrunched his brows.

“The food. Being here with you.”

“I am pretty good company, aren’t I?”

She stifled her laugh against his shoulder. How did he always crack her up with the simplest statements? When had she fallen so deeply for this man? And how was it possible that he treated her as an equal one moment, but as soon as they crossed the bedroom threshold, the power balance between them shifted. So natural, almost as if it had always been like that.

His gaze fell on the bracelet in her other hand.

“C’mere.” He settled back against the armrest and pulled her to sit between his legs. Then he took the bracelet from her hand and studied it, much like she’d done before. “Give me your hand.”

She didn’t even think twice. He drew her hand to his mouth and dropped a warm kiss against her pulse point. Then he opened the bracelet.

Her heart pounded when he closed it around her wrist. With a little click, it snapped shut. This shouldn’t feel so right.

His breath was warm against her ear when he nuzzled her hair. “You’re mine.”

His statement seemed to resound with every fiber of her being, like an age-old truth she’d sought for so long, and now, finally, found.

Sam’s skin hummed with need and anticipation when they neared the bedroom, lips locked in an intense exploration. Panting, she broke the kiss.

“So, you up for another round?” His eyes sparkled.

“Yes, Sir.” The ease with which the word Sir came now baffled her. Should it feel this right?

“As soon as we’re through that door, I want you to get on the bed.” He trailed his mouth down her chin and along her throat in ticklish caresses.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I won’t restrain you. Keep your hands above your head, though.”

They entered the bedroom. Legs shaky, Sam climbed onto the bed and stretched out on the mattress. Her pulse raced when he approached the bed, the crop in his hand. She bit her lower lip and cleared her throat in an attack of nervousness.

“You ever heard of the pain scale?”

“I don’t think so.” Her voice shook.

“On a scale from one to ten, how painful is this.” He tapped her arm lightly with the tip of the crop. “Zero being nothing, ten being excruciating.”

“Zero, Sir.”

He smiled. “All right. Every time I sting you with this I want you to give me a number.”

She swallowed hard. Sting? When he lowered the crop to her stomach, she flinched and tensed with a little squeak.

“I didn’t even touch you.”

“I know.” She blew out a breath. “I’m just… really nervous now.”

“You wanna stop?”

She shook her head. No, she really wanted to try this.

His face gentled. “Sam. I promise you I won’t ever hurt you. I told you I’m not a sadist. Delivering pain doesn’t give me pleasure. The idea of this is to find out how much pleasure it gives you.”

Tingles buzzed over her skin as his gaze rested on her. Her breathing calmed. “I trust you.”

“Good. This is just a test. If it doesn’t do anything for you, we’ll stop.” He lowered the tip of the crop.

Goosebumps spread along her stomach in anticipation. Then the cold tip touched her belly. He drew a teasing line down to her abdomen. Gentle. Playful. A moan escaped her. She bit her lower lip against the overwhelming fire storming through her insides.


“Like that?”


He gave her a few gentle pats with the tip, then a slightly harder one. Her eyes drifted shut. The cold tip warmed on her skin when Jack drew it higher and traced it along her ribcage. Her nipples bunched when the leather grazed her breasts. Who’d have known crops could be this erotic?

She released a soft giggle when the crop trailed along her collarbone and neck, then down again, teasing her belly button.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She opened her eyes and cocked her head. “Could you be more romantic?” She gasped when he delivered a slight sting on her belly. “Ouch.”

“Pain scale?” He waited for a moment.

She swallowed. In all honesty, it hadn’t really been painful. Just surprising. “One, Sir.”

“Thought so.” He smirked. “Just a mild warning. What do you say when I give you an order?”

“Yes, Sir.” She didn’t know why she wanted to push his buttons. Maybe impatience, maybe curiosity. Or both. Another soft sting. This time she’d expected it after the way she’d emphasized the Sir. She bit back a smile.

“Don’t think I don’t recognize insubordinate undertones.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You smiling?”

“No, Sir.” Oh, but she was. Damn.

Another sting, harder this time, right on her abdomen. Surprisingly, the mild pain shot right to her clit. She groaned in surprise.

“Pain scale?”

“Two, Sir.” She bit her lip.


Oh, God. “A little.” What was wrong with her?

“Good. Now, spread your legs.”

Hands fisting, she let her legs fall open. The leather end of the crop grazed her labia. He wasn’t going to use it there, was he?

As if he’d read her mind, he gave her a light pat, right over her clit. Her eyes closed as anticipation built. More. She wanted more.

Another sting. Harder this time. God, yes. “Sir.”

After two more light stings, he drew the crop back up over her abdomen.

“You’re a tease.” She couldn’t mask the frustration in her voice.

When the tip hit her belly in a hard sting, her eyes shot open. She gasped. Ouch, damn. That had hurt. Definitely no more pleasure. She scrambled to shift away from him. “Okay, stop. Quarks. Sir.”

He dropped the crop and sat down on the bed to draw her close, his warm palm caressing the spot on her belly where he’d hit. “You okay?”

“Yes, Sir. It was only a three, but there was definitely no pleasure.”

“Good reaction with the safeword.” He tangled his fingers in her hair. She looked up at him.

“Did you do it on purpose?”

He chuckled. “Not really. But now I know I can trust you on using your safeword.”

She leaned in and placed a kiss on his neck, right above his jugular. Her tongue flicked out. He tasted delicious. Like him, and sex, and a remnant of the shower he’d taken earlier. God, she loved this man.

To her surprise, he let her push him back onto the mattress. His palms trailed along her waist and down her spine when she spilled kisses along his throat and chest. Then she leaned up and gave him a cheeky smile.

“I think I just overpowered my Dom.”

His eyes sparkled dangerously. “Only ‘cause he let you.” He leaned down and captured one of her nipples in his hot mouth, his tongue playing with the hardened bud.

Sam groaned. How could he be so good with his mouth? She arched her back, wanting more. Sensations fired through her abdomen.

“Get up.” Jack urged her to a sitting position and leaned in to her ear. “We’re gonna do this my way.”

“Oh?” She got off the bed.

He took her hand and drew her with him to the darkened corner of the room. He circled her and then stepped up behind her, his hands on her hips. “Bend forward, arms against the wall.”

Trembling, she did.

“Good.” He ran his hand over her back. “Keep your hands on the wall. I’m gonna have my way with you now.”

Her legs nearly buckled. “Yes, Sir.”

He caressed her skin in slow, teasing circles, before his grip tightened on her hips.  Her breath caught when he slipped inside her, so deep, so full. Hitting all the right spots. His hands landed on hers against the wall, and his mouth dropped a hot kiss on her shoulder. His chest hair tickled her back.

Gritting her teeth against a soft grunt, she tried to push back against him, but shoved her hard against the wall. Heat stabbed at her core. How she loved being overpowered by him.

“Patience, sweetheart. We’re gonna do this at my pace.”

“Yes, Sir.” She leaned her head back and rested it against his shoulder. His hot breath caressed the pulse point of her neck, before he began licking and kissing a path up to her ear. His hips gave her gentle thrusts. So deep. Just the right angle.

She whimpered, her breath quickening. “Please, Sir, faster…”

He gave her a harder trust, followed by two gentle ones. Yeah, at this rate she’d go insane.


He stilled. “Excuse me?”

“Sir. Please, Sir.”

His hand tangled in her hair. With a distinct tug, he pulled her head back. Lips at her cheek, he gave her a gentle kiss. “Let go, Sam. I’ll take care of you.”

“Yes, Sir.” She panted and closed her eyes, her mind focusing on every sensation. The way his skin brushed against hers with every thrust. The way his breath washed warm down her neck, while his fingers caressed her shoulder.

His thrusts grew faster. She fisted her hands against the wall. Yes.

“You gonna come for me?”

“Not yet, Sir.”

He chuckled and ran his hand down between her legs. When his finger found her clit, her legs nearly gave out under her. “How about now?”

“Getting there, Sir.” She gritted her teeth against a few louder moans. He was just too good. Pressure built in her core. Not as intense as before, but hey, after all the orgasms she’d already had, she wasn’t complaining.

“Come. Now.”

His order tipped her over the edge. She couldn’t hold in another outcry as she came apart. He quickened his pace, his grip on her tightening, and for a moment it became too much, too intense. Then he shuddered against her, his low groan dying against her neck.

God, she loved feeling him come inside her. No protection. The advantage of having sex at home. She appreciated his concern when they went to the club, but still…

She took a shaky breath and sank forward against the wall, her forehead on her arms. “I don’t think I can handle this many orgasms in one night.”

He chuckled. “You better get used to it.”

“Not complaining. Sir.”

He pulled out of her, and she turned to wrap her arms around him. Contented they sank back against the wall, his face buried against her neck.

“How about we sleep in tomorrow?” Jack’s voice sounded muffled.

“Sounds great.” She opened her eyes and glanced at the wardrobe. “We didn’t even get to try out all the toys.”

His chest shook with gentle laughter. “We’ll have enough Fridays ahead of us to take care of that. Can’t wait to put you on the cross in the club next Friday.”

Her stomach lurched, though she wasn’t sure whether it was excitement or nervousness. “I think I found out today I’m really not into pain, though.”

“Yeah.” He lifted his head. “Gotta say, I’m kinda glad we’ll never have to go beyond a two with you.”

“Why did you offer if you’re not into it?” She pulled him close.

“To see if you were. There are some things you can’t compromise on, and in these games partners gotta be in tune. More so than in most other relationships.”


“So, what?” He raised his brows at her.

“Are we in tune?” She held her breath.

A slow smile pulled at his lips. “So far I’d say we’re a pretty good match. What do you think?”

“It’s a fair assessment.”

“Could you sound less like Teal’c?” He grinned, then stretched with a grimace. “What’dya say we hit the shower and get to bed?”

“Quick shower. Long sleep.”

“My thoughts exactly.” He linked their fingers. Then he glanced at her bracelet. “Let’s get you out off—”

“No.” She covered the bracelet with her free hand. “We don’t have to work tomorrow.”

He lifted his gaze to hers. “Well, then it stays on.”

“Is it okay?”

“Carter, I’m okay with whatever you decide.” He brushed his fingers along her cheek. “I’m okay with doing this only Fridays, or whenever we enter the bedroom. Whatever you need.”

“It’s just a bracelet.”

“Is it?”

He was right. He’d put it on her wrist… Was that why she didn’t want to take it off just yet? God, what was happening to her? They shouldn’t even have done this today, a Saturday. Was this slipping out of control? Was she following down the same path she’d gone with Jonas Hanson?

Jack had promised her their game wouldn’t take over their lives. But what if he was wrong? It seemed to happen so naturally—what if it was a part of her she couldn’t escape? Fear knotted her stomach. Oh God, what if she couldn’t have a normal relationship without this?

“Hey.” He tipped her chin up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She tried giving him a smile, but somehow it didn’t reach inside. What if she was messed up? She’d always thought she’d ended up with the lunatic fringes out of bad luck. But what if it was her?

Jack had said he didn’t necessarily need their game. That he was okay with the occasional kink. What if she did?

Yes, their vanilla sex was good. There was always a sense of normality to it. But somehow it always seemed somewhat limiting. Like there was something missing. A tiny difference that could turn good sex into absolutely mind-blowing.

In the bathroom, Jack entered the shower booth and turned on the spray. Sam stopped at the sink and leaned her palms on the cold surface to stare at her reflection in the mirror.

She didn’t want to be this woman. She’d always wanted to have a somewhat normal life. Maybe have kids and a husband someday. A little house. A dog. Her life was complicated enough with her job and time-consuming hobbies.

“Carter?” Jack peaked his head out of the shower cabin. He gave her an endearing smirk. “You coming?”

She took a deep breath and turned. “Yeah.”

As she stepped inside the cubicle, the water ran warm and soothing over her shoulders. When Jack wrapped his arms around her and drew her into a sweet kiss, a sense of normality seeped in. This was what it was supposed to be like. A normal relationship. No restraints, whips, or kinky power play.

And yet… She glanced at the bracelet on her wrist. A promise of so much more. Endless, exiting possibilities that drew her deeper and deeper into their dark realms. Away from a normal life. A sting pricked at her heart while Jack’s gentle touch gave her a momentary illusion of normality.

And while her brain told her this was what she should want, deeper, darker corners longed for him to push her up against the shower wall and have his way with her.


The End (March 18, 2015)


Author’s Notes:

By now you probably recognized the pattern that I always allude to what comes next in the previous story. To be honest, toy shopping wasn’t my first idea, but it was one of the reviews for the last story that changed my mind. It said something about the potential of toy shopping as a very interesting experience–and that made me realize the potential of this. 

Let’s face it, we’re all pretty awkward when it comes to these things. And Sam would probably be even more awkward, so I figured it’d make for some humorous and interesting dialogue. :)

You will also see a bit of the rising conflict in this story, as I’m trying to tie this series in with screen-canon. Since it’s set during season 7, I think you all know what that means. ;)  

Also I wanted this conflict to be a little jab at Fifty Shades of Grey. As I stated before, one of the things that disturbed me most with Fifty Shades was its depiction of BDSM as something that needs to be cured; something that’s “fifty shades of fucked-up” (Christian Grey). The ending of the trilogy further supports this idea, as Grey stops being a dom and starts a normal relationship with Steele. 

So in this story, I want to do the exact opposite. Instead of a heroine ‘curing’ the hero of ‘unhealthy’ desires, I want a heroine who has to grow comfortable with her sexual desires and liberate herself from social prejudice and stereotypes.

Much like Anastasia Steele, Sam Carter is somewhat inexperienced when it comes to the kinkier parts of sex. She has tried BDSM before (as I hinted on in earlier stories), but it always got out of control–mostly because she wasn’t aware of her desires and therefore never set up any rules. With Jack she’s aware and consciously consents for the first time. Also, she and Jack are compatible in the sense that there’s a fine power dynamic between them. They both agree on the boundaries: neither of them is interested in a more extreme 24/7 power exchange. Neither of them is into giving or receiving pain. 

Sam starts having doubts, because she still has this (mis)conception of normality in her mind. She doesn’t perceive what she and Jack are doing as normal, even though it seems to come natural to her.  She isn’t willing to accept this side of her, because society (conventions of normality, feminism) dictates it isn’t what she should want. 

So in a way, in my story, we have a heroine who doesn’t want to heal the hero, but rather wants to heal herself by pushing herself into what, according to herself, she should want. (Which will eventually bring the disaster with Pete Shanahan into the equation.) In the end, of course, she won’t succeed. Pete and a normal life with a nice little house and dog aren’t what’ll make her happy. She will come to terms with her needs and accept them as something that’s part of her.

That’s what Fifty Shades of Grey should have done. Instead, 50SOG sets BDSM up as something that has to be cured, thereby catapulting the reader back into the 1950s when BDSM tendencies were still treated as a mental illness. (A standpoint psychologists have stopped defending some decades ago!)

Of course, as always, there was extensive research involved in this story. (Yeah, better not look at my google search history for a while. :P ) But one of the things I wanna note is that the main toy of this chapter, the Womanizer, is actually a real toy that does exist.

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I tried to be as faithful as possible with its depiction. I chose it, because I wanted something different than your everyday vibrator. This story series lives from unconventional stuff that isn’t exactly mainstream, so I wanted to keep that pattern and do something new that hasn’t been done to death before. ;) The Womanizer is just perfect for that. 

In case the story sparked your interest, here’s some more information on it that I found online. You can also buy the Womanizer here if you’re interested. 

Little interesting info: The parts about the orgasm guarantee and the statistics mentioned in the story are actually accurate as displayed on their official website. ;)

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