Sheppard On Top-The Chain of Command

Copyright 2009 awakethepassion

Susan Walker felt a tingle on the back of her neck. She raised her head ever so slightly and found a pair of hazel eyes staring back at her. A slight smile crossed her face. He looked so intent, so absorbed in watching her that he seemed to have forgotten that there were other people even around him.

Good.

Finished with her breakfast, Susan pushed the tray to the side and pulled the sheaf of papers she'd been pretending to read closer to her. She could still feel his eyes on her, practically burning a hole through her clothes. Idly she picked up her coffee cup and raised it to her lips. Their eyes met again and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

His eyes had turned dark and dangerous. He rubbed his hands together and suddenly the memory of those long fingers stroking over her flashed into her mind. Her breath caught in her throat and her nipples hardened beneath the confines of her uniform shirt. The friction was torture and she was suddenly very glad that she'd decided to wear her jacket as well.

Quickly, she looked away from him, concentrating on the papers in front of her. She could still feel the heat of his eyes on her and it was all she could do to keep her hands from trembling. Every nerve in her body felt as if it were on fire and it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on anything at all.

Are you crazy? That little voice whispered inside her mind. That's John Sheppard! It is not a good idea to play with him like this, you moron!

But Susan wasn't the type of woman that had ever done what she was told to do. And that was exactly why she was going to do what she'd been planning since the last time she'd been with him.

Arrogant jackass. Make her wait for almost three weeks? She didn't damn well think so.

“Good morning.”

The sound of a deep husky voice jerked her out of her thoughts.

Her eyes traveled over his lanky, six foot frame as he pulled out the chair across from her and sat down.

She licked her suddenly dry lips. He was wearing a black fleece pullover that molded its self to his chest and muscular arms. The zip front was pulled down just enough to show a few dark curling hairs on his chest. Susan made herself keep still when what she really wanted to do was pull that darned zipper the rest of the way down.

When she thought about how those curling hairs felt on her skin when he was on top of her...damn it! She was never going to get through this if she kept thinking like that. But how could she not think about it? Not when he was looking at her like that?

God above, he was wearing the gray pants that made her mouth water ever time she looked at the way they hung on his slim hips too. Then there were the gun straps wrapped snugly around his thigh.

She didn't even want to think about the gun straps.

Okay, be calm. You can do this. It was taking all of her will power but she took a deep breath and forced herself to be calm. Slowly she raised her eyes to his and graced him with what she hoped was a calm and steady smile.

“Good morning, Colonel.”

A dark brow lifted slightly. He reached for the papers in front of her, pulled them toward him and started to rifle through them. “Being a little formal today aren't we, Doctor?”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” She reached across the table and snatched the papers out of his hands. “I should have said, Lieutenant Colonel.”

He looked at her for a long moment and then he chuckled softly. Lacing his fingers together, he rested his hands on the table in front of him and leaned forward slightly. “Considering where we are, I'll let that one slide.” The timber of his voice dropped a notch. “This time.”

“Time!” She looked down at her watch. “Oh, goodness. I'm already late!” She pushed back from the table. Picking up the papers she tucked them under her arm as she retrieved her cup and tray. “I'm so sorry, Colonel. I've got to run. But it was nice to see you this morning. Maybe we can do it again sometime.” She gave him a bright smile. “When I'm not in such a rush.”

Hurriedly, she left the table, her arm brushing against his shoulder as she went. She half expected to feel his hand on the back of her lab coat and she tensed slightly, not daring to breathe until she'd deposited her breakfast things on a nearby table.

At the edge of the door, she looked back. He was still sitting as she'd left him but she could tell from the tense set of his shoulders that he was more than a little angry. Just the thought of the furious look on his face made her body tingle with anticipation.

Oh, this was definitely a dangerous game she was playing.

And she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

2.

All morning, Susan had managed to avoid him. When she saw him headed her way, a determined look on his face and fire in his eyes, she turned and headed in the other direction. Making sure she got lost in a crowd of people and slipping away before he could see which way she went.

She was smart enough not to go back to her quarters or be alone in her lab. If she went to the mess hall, she tagged along with a couple of her co-workers, making sure that she sat at the same table as they did. Vaguely she listened to some of their conversations and John Sheppard seemed to figure in a lot of them.

With his looks and body, it was hard not to imagine the man being the subject of their desire. Her lips quirked slightly. If they only knew just how the man really was.

“Oh, God! There he is.” One of them women gasped. “And he's coming this way.”

The woman sitting next to her, a pretty long legged blond suddenly sat up straight in her seat. Susan looked up just as Sheppard walked into the mess hall, Teyla and Ronan close behind him. He gave her a glance. Just a quick one that made a shiver run down her spine.

They sat just a few tables away, John making sure that he took a seat where he could watch her. Then his lips titled slightly. He gave her a wink and then turned his attention to the woman sitting next to her.

The pretty blond, Susan thought her name was Sharon or something, almost melted into her seat when Sheppard gave her a flirtatious smile and a little nod of the head.

Susan just shook her head. These two grown women were acting like a couple of love struck giggly teenagers. Did he really think she was going to be jealous of that?

“Excuse me, ladies.” She pushed back her chair and stood up. “I think I left something burning in the lab.”

But Sharon and the other woman didn't even hear her. They were too busy staring at John Sheppard.

Susan just rolled her eyes. She laughed softly as she started around the table. The room was crowded and she had no choice but to walk right past where he sat. She kept her head up, determined not to look at him. Then suddenly her foot hit something and she stumbled.

Warm hands suddenly went around her waist, a quick hand sliding up to pinch a nipple when she slipped sideways and her feet nearly went out from under her.

“Are you alright?”

“Fine.” She pushed away from him as she stood up. “Thank you, Colonel.” Her face felt hot and she knew she was blushing. Damn him. “I must have tripped over something on the floor.”

“Must have been something big.” He grinned wickedly.

“I doubt it.” She shot back.

Teyla and Ronan both snickered and she almost laughed herself at the the blush that darkened his face.

“Then you should be a little more careful, Doctor. Even the small things can get you into a lot of trouble.”

Abruptly, he pushed her off of him but not before his fingers dug sharply into her sides. He was trying not to show any emotion but the look in his eyes was nothing short of murderous.

3.

Susan was tired. Yawning, she closed the lid on her lap top and stretched. Her back felt so tight and she groaned slightly when the muscles in her arms and legs groaned in protest. She glanced up at the clock. It was nearly one o'clock in the morning. She'd been so engrossed in what she'd been working on that she'd totally forgotten about everything, including sleep.

The walk back to her quarters was a long one and the only thought in her mind right now was a nice hot soak in the tub and then a few hours of hard earned rest. Tomorrow, make that today, was her delegated day of rest and she was determined to take full advantage of it.

“Going somewhere?”

A black clad arm suddenly shot out in front of her, barring her way.

She looked up sleepily and then her eyes went wide in alarm.

“Poor, Doctor Walker.” Sheppard raised a hand and gently stroked a finger down her cheek. “You look so tired.” He made a tsk tsk sound with his tongue. “You must have had a rough day.” His hand slid down to her neck.

She opened her mouth only to stop when he put his hand over her lips.

“Oh, no, missy.” He smiled darkly. “Not. One. Word.” He leaned close. “Not. One. God damned word.”

A flush of excitement raced through her. She wasn't afraid of him, not by a long shot. In defiance, she pushed his hand away and took a step back.

This time it was his eyes that widened in surprise. Then a look of sheer determination took its place. A quick glance down the hallway to make sure that they were alone and then he had his arm around her. Tugging her toward him, he made her walk in front of him. She tried to side step him but he gave a quick low growl and twisted his fingers in the back of her jacket.

Her shirt rode up when he pulled her back against his chest. He slipped his hand around her waist, his fingers digging into her and she was amazed at how hot his hand felt against her skin.

He was breathing heavily and when she looked up at him, she saw that his eyes had turned almost black with anger and something far more hotter.

Taking him by surprise, she pinched at his hand. He let out a curse and loosened his hold. Tiredness forgotten she took the advantage, spun out of his grasp and took off down the hall at a sprint.

“Damn it!” He grunted in frustration.

She turned her head just a fraction and saw him coming after her. A rush of excitement put speed to her feet and she ran even faster but even before she could skid to a stop in front of her door, he was on her.

He tackled her, wrapping his arms around her waist and throwing her to the ground but making sure that she landed on top of him instead of the hard tile. Laughter reached her ears as they tusseled on the floor then she found herself pinned under him. His long legs wrapped around hers, making it impossible for her to even move her lower body.

“You must really like this position.” He grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms to the floor. “Since I always seem to get you in it.”

“Let me up.” She twisted trying to break his hold but she knew that there was no way she was going to break that iron hold that he had on her.

Not that she wanted to in the first place.

“Say, please.” Even though he was grinning she knew that what he said was a command.

She pressed her lips together, refusing to answer him. His hands tightened around her wrists and he pressed down on her harder. Still, she refused to answer.

“You're really enjoying this aren't you?” He growled and then he kissed her hard and fast, biting down on her lower lip hard enough to make her gasp. “You're nothing but a damned tease, Suzie Q.”

“I can handle you, Sheppard.”

His body tensed and she felt the length of his erection pressing against her hip. “We'll see just how much you can handle, sweetheart.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“You'll find out.” He chuckled and loosened his hold on her wrists just long enough to sit up and haul her up off the floor. His hands stroked down her back and over her ass, turning her around so that she was facing the door. “Now open the god damned door before I really get pissed off.”

“Open it yourself.” She twisted in his grasp but he refused to let go.

John just laughed. Cocking his head slightly he glanced back down the hallway. “Uh, oh.” He laughed softly. “Better make up your mind quick because I think I hear someone coming.”

“Aren't you the one that should be worried?” She panted softly, trying to catch her breath. She turned her head trying to see his face.

“Not a chance.” He ran a hand over her belly and down between her legs. “Everybody around here thinks that I Kirk it with every woman in Atlantis.” His breath was hot on her neck and she tried not to show how much effect his touch was having on her. “They'll just think that you're my latest conquest.”

She hesitated.

“Have it your way then.” Still holding her against him, the hand between her legs slid back up and she felt his fingers fumbling at the snap on her pants. She felt cool air as his fingers dug into the material. He was trying to tug them down over her hips.

Wet heat pooled between her thighs. She had to admit that the thought of someone seeing them was exciting. But even if Sheppard didn't seem to care, Susan didn't think that she was quite ready to take that step yet.

Reluctantly, she raised her hand and passed it over the door control.

“Good girl.” Roughly, he pushed her inside and stepped in after her.

He crossed his arms, leaning back against the door after it had closed behind them. He pointed a finger at her, his eyes glowing with amusement. “Strip.”

“Why?” She asked defiantly. Crossing her arms over her chest she stared back at him, daring him.

“Because I told you to.” He was still smiling.

“And what if I don't?”

He stopped smiling. “Oh, you'll do it.” He uncrossed his arms and took a step toward her and kept moving until he was just inches away. Reaching out he put his hands on her arms. When she resisted, he tightened his grip, not hard enough to hurt but just enough so that she had to lower them.

“And even if you have been very naughty today, I'll give you a choice. You can either do it my way,” He tilted his head, his eyes widening slightly. “Or you can do it my way.”

“That's not much of a choice.”

“I didn't intend to give you one.” His hands slid over her breasts. His expression darkened and his lips curled into a frown. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. “And if this is what I think it is...I thought I felt something this morning when you...tripped.”

“Tripped? Before you tried to knock me down.” She snorted, narrowing her eyes. “Or maybe its your twisted way of trying to get me to fall for you.”

“Oh, you are such a sassy little thing, aren't you?” His eyes were so dilated that they were nearly black and he was breathing heavily. Every teasing word out of her mouth seemed to excite him.

“Too much for you, Colonel.” She started to take a step back but his gaze locked with hers and she stopped. Before she could move his hands were tugging the jacket from her shoulders. He tossed it across the floor and in seconds her uniform top followed it.

“I consider this an act of insubordination. Direct refusal to obey an order from your commanding officer.” His eyes narrowed at the sight of the sports bra she was wearing. He ran a finger over the smooth cotton. “Unless you've got a better explanation for your little acts of rebellion.”

“It's not exactly a bra.” She shrugged slightly, trying not to let him see how his touch was exciting her. “It's more like...support.”

“These ladies-” He pinched her nipples roughly, “only need two things to support them. He hooked his fingers under the band of the bra and gave a rough jerk. The material ripped apart under his strong fingers. “This hand...” He cupped one breast. “And this hand.” Then the other.

Susan stood still, not daring to move and barely daring to breathe when he buried his face between her breasts. The scruff on his face was as rough as his tongue on her skin and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning with pleasure.

“But you-you are simply determined to disobey every order I give you.”

His voice brought her back to her senses. She looked up at him and she felt another wave of wetness between her legs. His eyes were flickering, the look in them somewhere between anger and lust. He shoved her back toward the bed and kept pushing until she was flat on her back and he was kneeling between her legs.

He leaned over her. His eyes were dilated and he looked like he was ready to eat her alive. Suddenly an old song from her favorite band when she'd been a teenager, ran through her mind. He looked hungry.

Hungry like a wolf.

“Please...” She closed her eyes, hating herself for that pleading tone in her voice.

“Oh, now you want to beg.” His teeth grazed along the edge of her jaw, nipping roughly.

“I'm not begging.” Her eyes snapped open.

“Before I'm finished, you will be.” He kissed her roughly, his tongue darting into her mouth.

Then abruptly he lifted off of her and headed for the door. He raised his hand ready to pass it over the control and then he stopped and turned back to give her a voracious grin.

“You started this game, Suzie Q, remember that.” His eyes traveled over her half naked body and her nipples tightened in response. His tongue snaked out over his full lips and a silky smile crossed his face. “Stay right there. I'll be right back.” He turned to leave and then stopped and glanced back at her with a heated look. “And you'd better be out of that uniform when I do.”

Then he was out the door and gone.

Susan fell back against the pillows and covered her face with her hands. Her heart was beating so fast that she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Her body was on fire with excitement and wonder. Just what was the man was up to this time? She smiled slightly as a pleasurable warmth spread through her belly.

Then slowly she got up from the bed and started to undress.

She was curled up on the bed, wrapped up in a sheet to keep warm and nearly asleep when she heard the sound of the door opening. Sleepily, she looked up. He was standing just inside the door way, holding something in his hands and giving her a look that quickly brought her senses fully awake.

“Took you long enough.” He came toward her as she sat up.

“I might say the same thing about you.” She glanced at the clock on the table and then at the box in his hands. “Did you have to go all the way across Atlantis for that?”

“Very funny.” He gave her a stern look. “Now lower that sheet. I want to see you.”

“Again?” She snickered but did as he asked. Goose bumps broke out on her skin and her nipples hardened into peaks as cool air washed over her.

John set the box down on the night stand and knelt on the side of the bed. Taking hold of the sheet, he pulled it down around her waist, tucking it in firmly so that only her upper body was exposed to him.

She felt a little disappointed but that feeling faded when he reached for the box. Something silver flashed when he opened it. A thrill went through her at the thought that he'd brought the handcuffs along with him. But instead he pulled out a long thin chain and laid it across his thigh.

“What the hell is that?” Her eyes widened and he laughed at the look on her face.

“Just a little something to keep you under control.” His fingers played lightly over the chain. Grinning, he picked up one end of the chain and held it so that she could see it.

“That little thing?” She gave him a jeering look. “You've got to be kidding.”

“Here.” The grin left his face and he thrust one end of the chain into her hand. “Take it.”

Her heart was pounding and she tried not to flinch when he reached out and stroked his fingers over her already swollen nipples. His touch was surprisingly gentle and she felt a flush of pleasure roll over her like a wave of heat. She leaned forward slightly, pressing into his palm.

He chuckled softly. “I think you're ready.”

“Ready for what?” She said breathlessly.

“Ready to remember just who is the boss in this relationship.” His voice was gruff. “Now put the clamp on your nipple.”

She looked at the thing in her hand, suddenly realizing what the rubber coated tips were for. Good God! She swallowed hard. First handcuffs and now this!

“Am I going to have to tell you again?” His fingers tightened as he supported her breast in his hand.

Quickly, she shook her head. Cautiously she shifted the end of the chain to her other hand. Opening it, she squeezed the rubber tips over a diamond hard nub. She started to let go but he reached out his free hand and stopped her.

“Hold it in place.” He ordered sharply. “And don't let go of it.”

She jerked and gasped at the sharp pain when he tightened the tiny screw.

“Just breathe, Suzie Q.” He said, his voice suddenly gentle. Keeping his eyes on her face, he watched her closely. “The pain won't last long.”

Susan was about to tell him he was full of crap but by the time he'd attached the second clamp, the pain had subsided and a pleasing sensation was spreading through her belly. She felt a damp warmth between her legs as the heat of her need pooled between her thighs.

“So much trouble.” He placed his hand on her chest and a small whine of pleasure escaped her lips when he gave a gentle tug on the chain. He ran his hand up to the back of her neck, his breath floated hot and sweet over her skin. “Even after I took you to my special place you still want to fight me.”

Pulling her toward him, he covered her mouth with his. He ran his tongue over her lips, darting into her mouth in a kiss that was so gentle and so erotic that she thought that she was going to explode.

She pressed against him, curling her fingers into the black fleece of his shirt. She fell back against the pillows, trying to drag him down with her. God, she wanted him. A fire was raging between her thighs and she knew that the only way to put it out was to have him inside of her.

But John only laughed and pulled away from her. He gripped her wrists and uncurled her fingers from his shirt. A wicked gleam in his eyes, he reached out and patted the top of the box on the table. “There's another gift in here for you, love. But you can't open it until I say so. Do you understand me?”

She glanced at the box then looked at him and slowly nodded.

Flames leaped up in his eyes and she could tell that he didn't believe her. With deliberate slowness, he leaned toward her. Pressing his forehead against hers, he looked directly into her eyes.

“I'm the Master, little girl.” He trailed a finger down her cheek, sliding it down her chin and across her chest to give a another gentle tug on the chain. “I don't care how long it takes or how many times I have to punish you, you're going to learn that. And you know that I won't ever give up until you do.”

She didn't bat an eye. “I'm not going to give up either.”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I was hoping that you'd say that.”

“Why don't I like that look?” She frowned slightly and pulled away from him. “You're up to something, Sheppard. I can feel it.”

“Is this it?” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his crotch. Grinning like the devil he was, he forced her fingers to stroke over his erection.

“No.” She scratched her fingers over the sizable bulge, a smirk playing at her lips when he winced slightly. “I think it was something bigger.”

“Are you slighting my manhood?” He raised an eyebrow and gave her a look so hot it could have melted a glacier.

He was getting harder under her hand but she resisted the urge to ease down the zipper on his pants. Instead she gave him a sad smile, twisted her hand out of his grasp and patted him gently on the knee. “I would if you had one, sweetie.”

For a moment he looked stunned. Then he smiled, hooked a finger under the chain dangling between her breasts and pulled her toward him.

It was her turn to wince. She gasped softly when his arms went around her. Her breasts were pressed tight against his chest. She tried to wriggle out of his hold but every move, every brush of her swollen flesh against the cloth of his fleece jacket sent fresh waves of fire through her.

She felt his breath on her throat, his teeth nibbling at the tender flesh. Suddenly he bit down, sucking at her.

“What the hell are you doing?” She pushed at his shoulders but he wouldn't let go. “If you leave a hickey on me...”

“You'll what?” Suddenly he let go. He stared at her, his gaze never wavering. When she didn't answer, he smiled smugly. “Just what I thought. All mouth.”

“You wish.”

He chuckled softly. “Don't worry, sweetheart. We just haven't gotten to that stage yet.” He ran his hands over her back.”But we will.”

An image of her on her knees, Sheppard towering over her, his chest heaving as he fought to breathe while she worked him over, filled her mind. Heat flooded her body and she couldn't help the blush that reddened her cheeks.

John gave a low sexy chuckle. “Don't tell you'd be embarassed about that, Suzie Q. Especially after we've been going at it like rabbits on Viagra.” He slid his hands under the sheet. Leaning close, he brushed his lips over hers. “And if you think I'm going to let a big lucious mouth like yours go to waste...” he growled low in his throat. “Before I'm through with you, you'll know what a mouthful really means.”

Her eyes snapped open when he gripped the sheet and lifted up off the bed long enough to tug it down over her legs. He let her go, pressing his hands between her knees, prying her legs apart and settling between her thighs before she had a chance to slip away from him. She started to wrap her legs around his hips but he pushed down on her knees.

“Easy, girl. I know you're hungry but you're gonna have to be patient.” He tugged the fleece over his head and tossed it to the end of the bed. The sound of his boots hitting the floor was next and then the rasp of a zipper.

She held her breath until she felt the heat of him pressing against her thigh. She slid her hands over his arms, feeling the muscles tense under her fingers.

“Now,” A whimper escaped her throat when he grasped her hips. He pulled her onto his lap, positioning her so that the tip of his member brushed against her swollen nub then easing back so that he was positioned at her entrance. “Where were we?”

He was a big man but he slid into her like a hand slipping into a well worn glove. They were a perfect fit and her body wrapped around him, holding him tight before he could slip out of her again.

But John didn't have any intention of slipping out of her. He pushed her back against the pillows, grunting softly as her hands gripped at him, her nails digging into his back as he moved over her. His strokes were slow and sensual, making her hips jerk in a silent plea to hurry but he took his own sweet time to answer.

Impatient, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, trying to draw him closer.

“Not so fast, sweetheart.” He mumbled against her neck, sliding his tongue roughly over the spot where he'd sucked at her. She cried out, her body arching up against him as the waves of pleasure rippled over her.

“Damn you.” She panted against his ear. Running her fingers through his hair, she held him tightly. The sweat on his body mingled with hers as he slid over her. The hairs on his chest caught on the clamps and they both gasped at the mix of pleasure and pain when his next thrust tugged him loose from her.

“Do you want me to stop?” He looked down at her. His eyes were dark and hooded, his mouth curled in a a lusty smile. He throbbed inside of her and she could tell from the look in his eyes that he was close to the edge of loosing it.

“Stop and I'll kill you.” She shifted slightly, tightening her walls around him. She panted with laughter when his face twisted in a grimace of pure pleausre.

“I think you're doing it already.” He grunted softly. “Jesus, you're so tight.”

His eyes were so intense, his face a mask of barely contained control as he thrust into her again. He moved like a well oiled machine, driving into her with deep even strokes. She bucked up against him, clutching at him, drawing him closer. She rested her head against his shoulder, smelling the hot musky scent of him. Her tongue darted out to taste him and the taste of his salty skin was heavy on her tongue.

He groaned at the touch of her mouth on him and his thrusts suddenly became more hot and fevered when she sank her teeth into the soft skin of his shoulder.

“God damn.” His body shuddered violently, his body arching against hers. He thrust into her again, desperate for that one last push of sweetness before his body tensed and he gave a gutteral cry.

Liquid heat scorched through her belly as he climaxed inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking him to her, refusing to let him go before she'd found her own peak of pleasure. She could feel her own orgasm. It was close, so close and she bucked against him. His heart was pounding against her chest as he slid his hand between them, his fingers sliding hard and sure across her belly.

One long finger slid into her, rubbing over her in swift sure strokes. A white hot fire spread through her belly at his light, teasing touch and she clung to him desperate for release.

Hard and then soft. Hard and then soft. He was driving her insane. Her head fell back against the pillows, her legs so weak that they lost their hold on him and fell limpy back to the bed. Cool air washed over her as he pullde from her. She reached out but he only laughed and pushed her hands away.

What the hell was he doing? She felt the bed shift and a terrible thought flashed through her mind. God! He wasn't going to leave her like this!

She tried to sit up, determined to go after him. She'd attack his ass in the hall if she had too! But then she felt his lips graze along the inside of her thigh. She fell back against the bed, all fight gone out of her as his fingers tugged at her folds. Then his mouth was on her and she forgot about everything except the way his tongue stroked over her.

She groaned, twisting on the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets. She felt like she was losing her sanity when his tongue pressed down harder. Then he raised his head slightly and gently blew a hot breath across her sensitive skin. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt before and the next time he touched the tip of his tongue to her, the time bomb inside her exploded . A scream was rippd from her throat as he body shuddered with release and she sank back against the bed, to exhausted to even move.