Bound

Copyright 2009 awakethepassion

Disclaimer: All characters of StarGate and StarGate Atlantis belong to their respective writers and MGM. This is a work of fan fiction. I just want to play with them for awhile.

“Now what?”

Sheppard was flat on his back, tied down and as naked as the day he was born but the bastard still had the nerve to look smug. He moved his hands, the muscles in his arms straining as he pulled on the restraints.

“You've got me where you want me, Suzie Q. So what are you waiting for?”

“Why are you in such a hurry?” She straddled his waist, leaned over him and raked her fingers through the hair on his chest. “We've got all night. Don't be in such a rush.” She grinned slightly.

She sat up and eased back, rubbing over his belly. He moaned softly, his erection pressing hard against her thigh. He shifted his hips, eager for the touch of her wet warmth.

“Not so fast, big boy.” She pulled away from him and he grumbled in disappointment. “It was your idea to stop in the first place. If you hadn't decided to play the Master you could have been a happy boy right now.”

“I'm not a boy.” His eyes flashed hungrily.

“Then stop whining like one.” She slid her hand over his stomach, reaching down to grasp him firmly. Lightly, she rubbed her fingers over him.

“Don't think so high of yourself, Suzie Q.” Breathing heavily, he tugged on the restraints. “When I get out of these...you're gonna regret this.”

“Maybe I will, Sheppard but getting to watch you squirm...making you sweat because you can't get what you want...it will be worth it.” She lowered her head and he tensed. Softly, she blew a breath over his hot skin and he twitched in her hand. He lifted his hips trying to bring himself closer to her mouth.

“No, no, no...too easy, Sheppard. You want that too much.” She flicked her tongue over him and he groaned, closing his eyes and pressing his dark head back against the pillows. “If you want my mouth on you, then you're going to have to wait for it.”

She eased off of him and slipped to the side of the bed. She gave him an impish grin. “I've got something a little more special planned for you.”

“What?” His eyes twinkled with amusement. “Whipped cream? Chocolate? A few cherries maybe?”

“No, too messy. I think this is gonna be a little bit better.” She slipped off the bed. The floor felt cool on her feet as she padded barefoot to the dresser. Her fingers brushed over the CD player she'd set there and she turned back and gave Sheppard a grin when the soft sensual music started to play.

“I appreciate the effort, honey but don't you think it's kind of hard to do a strip tease when you're already naked?.” He smirked.

“Did I say anything about a strip tease, Sheppard?” She laughed and eased down on the couch. Spreading her legs, she ran her hands over the length of her thighs, stroking gently. “And I would have thought that you had a better imagination than to think I'd do something as ordinary as a strip tease.”

“Then what are you doing?” He was watching her, his eyes fixed intently on her hands.

“Do you remember this, Sheppard?” She stroked her hands over her smooth skin. “Do you remember the time that you caught me singing to myself?” She gave him a saucy wink. “Do you remember what the song was?”

“No.” His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. He dug his heels into the mattress, pushing himself up until his back was against the headboard. “Why don't you remind me.”

“Glad to...” she purred. She reached down and picked up the CD remote from the table. Pressing a button, she moved on to the next song.

“And if you still can't remember...maybe this will help.” She smiled slightly when the song began to play, sliding her hands up to gently cup her breasts, her thumbs caressing lightly over her nipples. “Getting any ideas yet?”

“No.” His eyes blazed with heat. “Why don't you come over here and let me go? I might remember a lot faster.”

She shook her head. “No, thanks. I think I'll stay right here. This couch is so comfortable.” She ran her hands over her belly. “Too bad you're way over there. I know you'd like it.”

Her stomach was fluttering, her heart pounding in her chest as she continued to tease him with every playful touch of her fingers across her skin. She closed her eyes and leaned back, her sex tightening as she stroked her fingers over her swollen lips. She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt the weight of his stare like the brush of his hand over her heated flesh.

Knowing he was watching her and couldn't touch her made her strokes a little more bold. Stiffening a finger she roughly over the sensitive nub, she imagined his tongue there and she rubbed harder, nearly bringing herself to climax. Ripples of pleasure rolled over her as she slipped her finger into her wet opening and began in move in and out very slowly.

She heard a gasp and opened her eyes to see him watching her hungrily. He was really panting now, his Adams apple bobbing with every ragged breath. He moaned, he clenched his hands into fists, muscles straining against the restraints in his effort to break free. His erection stood out straight from his body, thick and hard, the head deliciously dark and red.

“Don't do it, Suzie...” His voice was a low rumble. He sat up, inching forward until his arms were pulled back from the strength of the steel holding him away from her. “Don't do it without me.”

Reaching up with her free hand she pinched a swollen nipple. The devil that he'd brought out in her made her sigh with pleasure and she shifted her hips slightly. This felt so good but then the realization that she needed something more hit her and she stopped. She opened her eyes and sat up.

Slowly, she got up from the couch and moved toward him. His eyes were dark, wild sparks of lust flashing as his muscles tensed in anticipation.

“Get back.” She ordered, she leaned toward him, resting one knee on the end of the bed. Her nipples ached, little ripples of pleasure curling through her. Heat pounded between her legs. She wanted him...God, how she wanted him...but she wasn't about to let her lust get the better of her. Not when she had him like this.

He did as he was told, easing back and resting his head against the pillows. His chest heaved with every tortured breath, his eyes watching her intently as she moved to kneel beside him on the bed.

Eyes shining with need, she ran her fingers over his arm, tracing over his taunt muscles and down to his chest. “Should I start here...” She let her fingers do the walking down to his belly. “Here...” She ran a finger over him. He hissed and jerked up, hot and hard against her hand. “Or maybe I should start here...” She slid her fingers over his thigh, across his knee and down to the top of his foot. She looked up at him and grinned. “What do you think, Sheppard?”

“I don't give a damn.” His breath was coming in short hard puffs. “Just start somewhere.”

“Hmm...” She flicked her tongue across the top of his foot and over his ankle, the taste of him both salty and sweet in her mouth. He groaned and she looked up and gave him a saucy wink. “I think I'll just start here and save the best for last.”

He fell back against the pillows and closed his eyes, his body shuttering with very flick or swipe of her tongue as she worked her way up his lanky frame. When she reached his thighs, he cried out, demanding that she give him some release but she only smiled. She crouched low, and slid her tongue over his stomach and up to his belly button.

“Oh, God...” He bit his lip and moaned when she sucked at his nipples.

Every whimper, every groan, every raspy breath that fell from his lips made her body tremble. Sliding her hands over his shoulders she reached up to tangle her fingers in his dark hair. With each press of her lips, he opened his mouth wider, his tongue darting into her mouth.

He moaned against her lips, his breath hot and sweet. “Damn you...”

She laughed softly and rested against him, her nipples tightening at the feel of the curls on his chest brushing against her. “You taste so good.” She whispered. “Do you want me to taste all of you?”

“Yesss...” His body tensed and he gritted his teeth. His head lolled back against the pillows his breath coming in raspy moans. “Damn it...yes...”

“Beg me.” She whispered against his mouth. She slid her hands over his sides, her fingers scraping over his ribs. “Beg me for it...”

His head twisted to the side. “I won't beg...”

“If you want it...if you want me to touch you...taste you with my mouth...you will.” She slid her hands over his belly, her fingers tickling along the insides of his thighs.

She slid her hand over his thigh, her fingers tickling over his balls. His body jerked and a low, primal growl escaped from his mouth.

“Tell me, John...” She tickled him again, torturing him until she knew he had to either give in or explode. “Tell me...”

“Shit...” He twisted on the bed.

“Do you want me to stop...or keep going?” She pressed her mouth against his abdomen, licking over him in a hot wet kiss. She looked up at him with a wicked grin. “Do you want me to show you what happens to naughty little boys when they misbehave?”

“Yes...”He whimpered again and looked at her a hot and hungry look in his eyes. “Don't...don't...stop...please.”

She smiled and slid back to nestle between his thighs. Gently, she touched him, running her fingers along the length of him. She knew that it was killing him to be under her control...to have to plead...to beg, just to get what he so desperately wanted. A drop of pre-come moistened the tip of him and she pressed her tongue to the salty morsel, tasting him and smiling slyly when he groaned.

“No going back now, Sheppard.” She whispered softly. “Now, I get to have my fun.”

“Jesus!” He cried out when she took him in her mouth. She sucked at him, her tongue swirling over him, flicking at the swollen head as she teased him with her teeth and tongue.

His feet dug into the mattress, his toes curling, his legs falling wider to give her more room. She felt him shaking, his body writhing at the feeling of the blistering wet suction of her mouth on him. He was too big for her to take all of him into her mouth and when she wrapped her fingers around the smooth base of his erection, he shouted and his hips jerked up off the bed.

She could hear him moaning, his words heavy and slurred but she caught enough to realize that he was begging her to ride him. With one last flick of her tongue, she raised up and rested her hands on his hips and straddled him. She rubbed against him, her own breath catching in her throat as the head of his penis nudged against her sex.

She reached down, gripped him gently and guided him to her entrance. He felt the warmth of her and he gave an animal like cry, his hips pushing up to meet her as she slid down over him. She spread her legs a little wider so that she could take all of him. He grunted as she slid over him and the sounds of contentment coming from his throat sounding like the raspy purr of a huge tom cat.

A hard ball of fire was growing in her belly as she rode him. She ground her pelvis against him, matching him stroke for stroke. She could feel him growing inside her, filling her up with his heat until he threw back his head and howled out his release as he exploded inside her.

Susan gasped, her thighs tightening around him, grinding against him harder, not willing to let him go until her fingers dug into his hips and her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream.

One last shudder and she collapsed against him, her head nestled against his shoulder, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her heart was racing as fast as his. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the musky scent of him. They rested like that for so long that when his breathing finally slowed, she thought that he had fallen asleep. But when she rolled off of him and snuggled against his side, he shifted slightly and she felt the heat of his breath against the top of her head.

“Let me go.”

Grinning, she raised up and looked at him. She rubbed her hand across his chest and down over his flat belly. “Ask me nicely.”

“Let. Me. Go.” He ground out each world.

“No.” She sighed lazily and raked her fingers through the hair on his chest. “Did you know you've got a couple of gray hairs...right here?” She twirled the hairs around her finger and tugged.

“Don't, Suzie Q...” A frown creased his forehead.

“Or what?” She tugged harder, grinning at the way he winced. The power of having him under her control made her even wetter. Slowly, she eased up on her side and swung her leg over his chest, moving until she was just inches from his hungry mouth.

Laughing when he didn't answer she reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair. Gripping him roughly, she pulled his head up knowing from the way his eyes dilated and the way his tongue kept darting out to wet his lips that her scent was driving him crazy.

“Don't forget, Sheppard...” She slapped him lightly on the cheek. “I'm still the one in charge here.” She let go of his hair and shinnied up over his shoulders, her thighs spread wide on either side of his head, her feet resting on his shoulders as she lowered herself toward his greedy lips.

“Not for long.” His hot breath brushed over her thigh as he pressed his lips to her. His tongue found its way into her and he grunted softly as the taste of her sweet honey, mixed with his own salty flavor flooded his mouth.

Susan groaned, her nails digging into the headboard to keep herself from falling over. With his head trapped between her thighs he had no choice but to give her his full attention and he was taking full advantage of his position.

His tongue swooped over the curve of her swollen lips, biting and sucking until hot waves of pleasure were rolling through her. She cried out, her hips rocking slowly, her fingers digging even harder into the headboard until she thought her nails would break.

The stubble on his cheeks rubbed against her thighs, sending fresh waves of liquid fire through her core. Her legs clenched at the sensation and he hurried the stroke of his tongue. He was eating her up, taking as much of her as he could, driving her closer to closer to the edge.

The muscles in his shoulders bunched beneath her, his breathing hot, making her melt. She shuddered when his teeth nipped at her sex, gently sucking until she tightened up and a warm flood of wetness coated her thighs and dripped onto his lips.

Her knees felt so weak but somehow she managed to ease up off of him and slide back until she was laying on top of him. She rested her cheek against his chest, letting the heat of his body soak into her while she willed her body to stop shaking.

“Susan?”

His voice was a soft rumble, a sensuous whisper across the top of her head.

She looked up at him. His mouth was still wet from her and she gently reached up and wiped a finger over his lips. He was giving her that look, that dark, dangerous look that could bring her to her knees. A look that spoke of every erotically sinful thing that he wanted to do to her and would do if she gave him half a chance.

A thrill raced through her. Even if she had him right where she wanted him, the thought of his hands, those rough demanding hands, on her...touching her...driving her wild with desire...

It was too much.

Something wicked welled up inside her, making her belly clench with need. It was a mistake and she knew it but she couldn't help herself. Telling that little voice screaming in her head to shut up, she sat up, her hands reaching out to undo the locks that kept his hands bound.

When he was free, he sat up. He flexed his hands, stretching out his fingers to relieve the tension that had built up in his muscles. A determined look on his face he reached for her and she moved into his touch.

Hot hands roamed over her, stroking her skin. His hands brushed over her breasts, his fingers tightening until she hissed with pain then he let her go and pressed against her, his hands reaching down to cup her ass and pull her even closer to him. He nuzzled her neck, his teeth sinking into her soft skin,sucking...bruising...marking her as his. Then he pulled back and gently cupped her face in his hands.

“You know what I'm going to do to you.” His voice was low, taunting. His eyes gleamed with a wicked fire. “I can't let you get away with that, Suzie Q.” He shook his head. “Not without some kind of payback.”

He kissed her long and hard and then he let her go. Lightly, he brushed his fingers over her cheek, sliding his hand down to grip her throat in a light choke hold. His thumb tracing along the contour of her jaw. “I think you're ready for a take down...John Sheppard style.”

Susan's breath caught in her throat as their gazes locked and something white hot flared up between them...binding them tighter than any restraint ever could. She knew what he wanted, no...what he needed.

And damning herself because she knew that even with all her teasing, all her playing, she needed it...needed him, too.

“John...” leaning close, she rested her hands on his shoulders and whispered against his mouth.

He tensed, his fingers digging into her hips when she slid her mouth over him, dipping down to kiss his neck.

Lust blazed in his eyes when she raised her head and looked into his eyes.

“Take me.”