Sheppard On Top Meeting the Colonel

Copyright 2009 awakethepassion

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.

Chapter 2

Master of the Game


"I don't want anybody else, When I think about you I touch myself-"

"Don't let me stop you."

Susan jumped when an ear bud was gently tugged out of her ear and a warm breath brushed across her cheek. She whirled around to find a smiling John Sheppard standing behind her.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Colonel?"

"Sorry." He grinned and leaned against the wall. Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave her a leering grin. "Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut and waited for the good part."

"I wouldn't be so sure that there was going to be a good part, Colonel." Susan smirked and brushed past him, making sure that her breast pressed against his arm.

"Oh, come on." John grinned. "From the way you were moving those hips..." his hand lightly brushed against the back of her lab coat. He twisted his fingers into the material and pulled her back against him. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lowered his head and started to nuzzle her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her ear. "Now that's what I call a way to start an off duty day."

She resisted the urge to giggle as the stubble on his cheek rasped against her skin. God, she was really going to have to stop doing that. She wasn't a fricking teenager for goodness sake! But there was something about the man that made her feel all hot and tingly inside when he touched her.

And oh, yeah! Horny as hell. That blue plaid shirt, black jeans and scuffed boots weren't exactly making it easy for her to breathe either.

Still holding her against him, he slid his free hand over her belly. She felt a hot flash of need surge through her as his fingers slid under the hem of her uniform top. They felt cool against her belly and she jumped slightly, making him laugh. That laugh turned into a husky chuckle when his fingers slid over the lace edge of her bra. He cupped her breast in his hand, his thumb rubbing over the silky material until the nipple hardened. He drew his fingers together, pinching lightly until a soft moan escaped her lips.

The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain and she tensed. She swallowed hard, feeling the moisture gather between her legs as his fingers continue to stroke her. She squeezed her thighs together and tried to not think about the way he was rubbing against her backside.

John chuckled, letting go of her breast, he swung her around to face him. Slipping his hands under the lab coat he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, holding her close so that she could feel his erection pressing hot and hard against her.

She rested her hands on his chest, resisting the urge to run her fingers through the salt and pepper hairs peeking out from the open vee of his blue plaid shirt. This close she could smell the warm spicy scent of his skin and it was all she could do not to press her mouth against that sun tanned flesh and taste him.

God, but the man looked and smelled good enough to eat!

As if he were reading her thoughts, he gave her a lecherous grin. "Did you get my little gift this morning?"

"Yes."

"What?" He unlaced his fingers, one hand sliding down to give her a quick, stinging slap on the ass.

She felt the heat rising up in her face. "I meant...yes, Sir."

"That's better." He smirked and ran his hand over the spot where he'd slapped her. A grin split his face. Leaning down he gave her a quick hard kiss that made her toes curl. When he let her go, he looked down at her and gave her a look that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Is there...is something wrong?" She licked her lips nervously when he gave her a disapproving look and let out a little gasp when he slapped her on the ass again. "Is there something wrong...Sir?"

His eyes twinkled slightly. He was enjoying this. Hell, she was enjoying this! She thought she heard a noise and she turned her head quickly, looking toward the doorway. Anyone walking by would have a clear view of where they stood. Her face went red at the thought of someone seeing her standing there practically wedged in between John Sheppard's thighs and his broad right hand on her behind.

"Maybe I should ask you that same question." His gaze drifted to where she was looking and his lips quirked slightly. "Afraid that somebody might see us, huh?"

"Aren't you, Sir?"

"No." He gave her a smug look and knew that he meant what he said. But still he moved his hand from her behind and reached up to grip her chin between his fingers. He tilted her face up so that she had to look at him. "And you shouldn't give a damn either."

Arousal made her nipples harden when he brushed his fingers down the side of her neck. He slid his fingers over the front of her shirt and down between her breasts. Lower and lower he went, stopping only long enough to unsnap the top button on her pants. His fingers slid inside, pushing against the edge of her damp cotton panties until the tip of one calloused finger found what it was searching for.

She gasped when he touched her. He was toying with her, stroking her, sliding his fingers inside of her until she was panting with need. She pressed her forehead against his chest, her nails digging into the hard muscles beneath his thin shirt. Susan could feel the heat building inside of her. He was stroking her slowly, driving her crazy with lust. She felt a fresh wave of wetness and she tightened her thighs around his hand, her body begging for release.

But John only laughed and slid his hand from between her thighs, making her whimper when he scraped a thumbnail across her sensitive nub.

"Please..." She rested her cheek against his chest. His heartbeat was strong and fast, nearly matching the throbbing between her legs. "Please, sir. Don't stop."

Deliberately he redid the button on her pants and then he stepped back. "No."

"Sir?" Stung, Susan looked up at him. At first she'd thought that maybe she'd made him angry but then she saw the look on his face and knew that she was wrong.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and the he had the look about him of a man with a plan.

Her body quivered, her nipples tightening at the thought of what that plan might be. Thoughts of the night before had her gaze straying to the hard bulge trapped inside his tight jeans.

John laughed again and just the husky sound of it made the knot of lust in her belly clench so tight that she nearly winced from the pain.

Deliberately, he took a step toward her. His eyes were dark and hooded and a dangerous smile played across his lips. He loomed over her, his breath warm and sweet on her face as he gently rested his hands on her hips.

"Sir..."

"Be quiet." His voice was soft but commanding. Susan felt dizzy. Her hands ached to touch him but she was almost afraid to. "Now...about my little gift." He turned her around so that her back was to the wall and leaned close, bracing his hands on the wall next to her head. "I don't think that you ever properly thanked me for it. Did you, Suzie Q?"

When he looked down at her, a half smile curved his lips and Susan suddenly had the feeling that she was in trouble. "Thank you, sir." Her voice was trembling but it wasn't fear that was making her shake.

He cocked his head slightly and gave her a wicked grin. "M mm..." He made a clucking sound with his tongue and shook his head. "Not good enough, sweetheart. I think you can do better than that. Don't you?"

Without waiting for her to answer, he leaned close, pressing between her thighs. He was hard and the weight of him against her already sensitive and swollen sex made her bite her lip. She nearly screamed when he rubbed against her and she pressed her hands flat against the wall behind her in an effort to keep her fingers from digging into him.

"But what are we gonna do about that?" He moved one hand from the wall and gently wrapped his fingers around the side of her neck, his thumb grazing along the line of her jaw. "You do want to thank me for it," His fingers tightened slightly and his eyes seemed to darken even more. "Don't you?"

"Yes...yes, sir." Her voice was so soft that she didn't even think she'd said anything but the answer seemed to satisfy him.

"Good." His mouth brushed against hers lightly. "And I know exactly how you can do it." He moved his knee ever so slightly and a dark thrill rushed through her. She started to say something but he put a finger over her lips and shook his head. "You do still have my little gift don't you?"

She nodded.

"Good. Because I'd be highly disappointed if you shared it with anyone else but me." He tapped his finger against her chin. "But now you've got to listen to me, Suzie Q, because I've got some instructions for you." His eyes narrowed slightly. "You're my good girl so I know you'll do exactly what I say, right?"

Not daring to open her mouth, Susan just nodded.

"Excellent." His fingers slid down her throat, brushing lightly across her shoulder and stroking down her arm and across her breast.

"First of all, this has got to go." His fingers pinched at the bra beneath her top. "No bra..." His hand slid across her belly to the top of her pants. "And certainly no panties." His fingers slid under the hem of her shirt, sliding warmly across her smooth skin. "Come to think of it, I don't want you to ever wear a bra or panties ever again."

"But, sir...I-"

His hand suddenly shot up under her shirt. His fingers closed over her breast and he drew his fingers together roughly in a hard pinch.

"Don't argue with me." When she hissed in pain, he relaxed his grip and stroked her gently. "I don't want to hurt you, Suzie Q but I'll spank that pretty ass of yours red if you interrupt me again. Do you understand?"

Susan nodded. The thought of him paddling her sent a fresh thrill of desire coursing through her. She didn't know what she'd gotten herself into when she'd met this side of John Sheppard but there was no denying that he excited her.

"Good." He laid his hand flat on her belly. "Now, about tonight." He sighed and closed his eyes, lost in thought while his fingers gently rubbed across her stomach. Then a slow smile crossed his face and he opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Here's what I want you to do..."

2.

She saw him leaning on the wall, by the transporter door when she rounded the corner. His arms were crossed over his chest and dear God, he was still wearing the jeans and blue shirt he'd been wearing that morning. Heart hammering she took another step and the high heels of her shoes clicked loudly on the tile floor.

Hearing her foot steps, he raised his head and looked at her then raised his arm and looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Right on time." His voice was a silky drawl. He gave her an approving look, his eyes raking over the short, skin tight black lace dress that he'd wanted her to wear. It was certainly snug and it fit her like a glove, molding to her womanly curves and accentuating the fullness of her breasts. Susan felt a little silly. She'd never dressed like this in her entire life but if she was going to get that kind of look from him, she'd definitely start.

"Come here." He held out a hand and her fingers tightened around the box in her hands as she moved toward him.

When she was only a few inches away from him he reached out and plucked the box from her fingers. Raising the lid, he peered inside and then snapped it shut. He handed it back to her and as she reached for it, he grasped her wrist and yanked her toward him. "Now, let's see if you followed the rest of my instructions."

Cool air caressed her bare legs when he flipped up the hem of the short dress she wore. His fingers slid over her and she saw the sudden frown on his face when his fingers touched lace instead of bare skin.

"I thought that I said no panties." His voice was a low growl.

"Sorry, sir. But it's a thong. Not panties." She met his steady gaze with one of her own.

"Same thing."

"No. It's not." She smiled slightly and then added with a defiant look, "Sir."

There was a brief look of anger in his eyes and then John gave a low sexy chuckle.

"Looks like I'll have to teach you the difference." He was watching her face closely and she felt a fresh wave of heat rush over her at the look of lust in his eyes. Then he grinned and gave the lace between her thighs a gentle tug before he let go. "But maybe that's what you want." He leaned close and whispered. "But if you're toying with me..." He gave the inside of her thigh a hard pinch. "Then, little girl, you'd better be ready to pay for it."

His hand raced up between her legs and his fingers dug into the black lace. With a sharp yank he jerked them off of her. "No panties..." He balled the material into his hand and stuffed them into his jeans pocket. "No thongs." He poked a finger into her chest. "Ever again. If I catch you disobeying me again I'll paddle your ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week. And I won't care who sees me do it." He poked her again. "Do you understand me?"

When she didn't answer right away he gave a frustrated sigh but his eyes were full of heat. "Damn, hard headed woman. Guess I didn't teach you well enough the first time."

Before she could say a word, he pulled her against him and turned toward the transporter door. When the doors slid silently open, he put his hand on the small of her back and pushed her inside.

Following her, he stood close as he reached out and touched a finger to the panel in front of him. His hand was warm on her back when the doors slid open again and she turned around to find herself facing a darkened hallway. It wasn't one that she recognized and she gave him a curious look.

He didn't even look at her. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and she had no choice but to follow him. Soft light came on around them as they moved forward and she looked around curiously. A tangy smell touched her nose and her arms prickled lightly with goose flesh. The air was cooler here and from the smell, she thought that they must be in an unexplored part of the city. John didn't seem to be worried though and he walked along like he knew exactly where he was going.

Hallway after hallway he made her follow him until finally he stopped in front of what seemed like a blank wall. He looked back at her and the wicked look in his eyes made her already slick folds ache for the touch of his fingers. He looked away from her and raising his hand he pressed it against the wall. There was a groaning noise and then slowly a part of the panel in front of them slid back to reveal a dimly lit room and a massive brass bed set in the center of it.

A brass bed? Where in God's name had he managed to find a brass bed? And how in the hell had he gotten it down here without anyone knowing about it? And especially one that big? As military commander she knew that he had a lot of pull in Atlantis but if he could pull off something like this...she licked her lips nervously. Maybe it was better if she didn't know just what the man was capable of.

Still holding her wrist, he pulled her in after him. The door closed behind them and shut with a loud click. The room felt warmer than the hallway had been but she still couldn't suppress a shiver.

"How do you like my 'special place'?" Letting go of her, he took the box from her hands, set it down on the table by the bed and picking up something in it's place, slowly started to make his way around the room. As he went, flickering candle light followed him and she realized he must have picked up a lighter.

When she didn't answer he turned around, frowning slightly as he lit the last candle on the table beside the bed. He dropped the lighter on the table. Hands on his hips he gave her a stern look. "Suzie, I think that I asked you a question."

She opened her mouth, aiming to answer him when she suddenly felt herself being lifted off her feet and tossed onto the huge bed. The dress rode up over her hips and he twisted the thin material in his hands pulling it up and over her head before she even had a chance to think.

"When I ask, you answer." John's voice was soft but she heard that tone of command. "Unless..." He loomed over her, his hands roughly gripping her wrists and holding them together over her head.

"Unless what...sir!" She gasped when something cold snapped around one wrist, then there was a scraping sound and she felt something snap around her other wrist.

She tried to move her hands and John laughed when she looked up to realize that he had threaded the chain of the cuffs through the bar on the headboard. He'd moved so fast that she hadn't even realized that he'd taken them out of the box.

"I warned you not to toy with me, Suzie Q." Easing back, he slid his hands along her legs and down to her feet where he removed her shoes and tossed them across the floor. His shirt followed that and then he was leaning over her again, his hands stroked over her, the tips of his thumbs just grazing the soft skin beneath her breasts.

"I'm not toying with you, sir." Her voice was strained. Her head fell back against the pillows as he stroked his hands over her, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"And why don't I believe you, Suzie Q?" The hairs on his chest scraped across her sensitive nipples as he leaned over her, his mouth barely inches from hers. "You've been toying with me since the minute I first saw you. Are you going to try and deny it?" He put a finger over her lips. "Don't answer just shake your head. And remember your punishment is going to depend on how you answer."

A thrill ran through her. Before she could stop herself, she was shaking her head, no.

"How did I know that you were going to deny it?"

His voice was like steel but the look in his eyes made the heat between her legs kick up a notch.

She wriggled against him. "Please, sir..."

His hands gripped her hips forcing her to be still underneath him. "Too late to beg, Suzie Q. I'll have to punish you now."

The ache between her legs turned into a mind bending throb. He was making her suffer. The need to have him inside of her was so strong. She could feel his erection pressing against her. She shifted her legs, trying to slide up farther on the bed, only to groan in frustration when he sat up and reached for the box he'd set on the table.

"Don't go anywhere." He laughed and set the box down between her breasts, making her jump when he slapped her hip before he eased up from the bed.

The slap stung but it didn't hurt as much as the ache between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ignore the raw heat that burned through her. The man was making her crazy!

In a minute he was back. Sliding onto the bed, he straddled her, holding her down with his weight. He smiled and raised his hand. Something glinted in the flickering light from the candles and she tensed when she realized that he was holding a knife.

Laying it down on the bed next to him, he slid his hands along her rib cage, sending little sparks of fire through her when his hands slid over her breasts and up to where he'd set the box. Lifting the lid from it, he tossed it across the room. Reaching inside he lifted out the banana and squeezed it gently between his fingers.

He smirked and slid his thumb along the edge of the smooth surface of the fruit. Then he looked at her and gave her a leering grin. "Looks like you know how to keep both of us from going soft."

"What...what are you going to do, sir?" She was nervous at the sight of the knife. What the hell was he planning on doing with it? Her stomach clenched making him laugh.

But he didn't answer. His eyes were gleaming darkly with amusement as he turned the banana in his hand. Using the rough of the stem of the banana he traced tiny circles across her belly and then down to where he rested against her. She groaned under the pressure, her back arching slightly at his touch, her body begging him to do something, anything to ease the ache between her legs.

Leaning over her, he pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat, nipping gently, the whiskers on his face making a rosy trail across her smooth skin. He licked his way down across her chest, dragging his tongue roughly over her swollen nipples until she was writhing beneath him.

He licked lower and lower, the wetness of his mouth leaving a sticky trail across her skin. Just when she thought she was going to pass out from the need building up inside of her, he reached for the knife.

Her body tensed when she heard the click of the blade opening. Looking up, she saw him with the banana in is hand. He kept his eyes on her face as he slowly peeled it and dropped the skin into the box on the floor. A sly grin touched his lips. Using the knife he slowly began to cut the fruit into pieces and lay them on her belly. When he was through, he closed the knife and laid it back down on the tale.

Taking his time, he picked up each slice of the fruit and starting at the top of her slit, slowly placed a slice of the fruit along the trail of wetness he'd made with his tongue. When he reached her breasts he carefully placed a slice on each nipple and ended with the last piece resting on her mouth.

Her lips parted and she'd almost pulled the piece into her mouth when he smacked her hard on the hip.

"No!" He ordered. "That piece is mine." He slapped her other hip. "You'll get yours soon enough."

She would have answered him but she was afraid to. If she opened her mouth she was sure to swallow the slice of banana.

Her breath was coming in pants now. It was a fight to keep her lips to together. Especially when he slid off the bed and rose to his feet. He kicked off his boots and slowly undid the snap on his jeans. Drawing them down over his hips in one smooth motion, he tossed them on the floor.

The sight of him brought back memories from the night before. Her lips parted slightly. A taste of the fruit on her tongue had her scrambling to catch the edge of the piece between her teeth before she swallowed it.

"Mm...good girl." Still standing beside the bed, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips parted and his tongue swept into her mouth, snatching the slice of banana from between her teeth. "But let's see how good you do with this one."

"Let's see how careful you can be." His fingers scratched across her belly as he picked up another piece and gently laid it across her lips.

Climbing back on the bed, he put his hands on her knees, pushing her legs apart. His hands were warm but his breath was even hotter when he lowered his head and began to rain light kisses all along the inside of her thighs.

Susan tightened her fingers around the chain of the cuffs and pressed her lips together as tightly as she could.

By now she was dripping with need but John was taking his time. Inch by agonizing inch he worked his way up the inside of her legs, teasing her with his teeth and tongue. The urge to raise her head and look at him, to see his dark head between her thighs as his rough fingers parted her folds was so strong. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying not to cry out when the wet heat of his mouth covered her.

The fire inside her burst into an inferno of liquid pleasure as he sucked at her sensitive core, his tongue swirling over her as he licked at her hungrily. She heard his own grunt of pleasure as he flicked his tongue over the cleft of her slit, his mouth sliding up over her belly.

Gently he teased his mouth over the first piece of banana, flicking it into his mouth.

Susan moaned, her body tensing as she waited for him to slide his lips around the next piece but he surprised her by suddenly rising up on his knees and sliding into her. He thrust into her once...twice, then withdrew. Lowering his head, he flicked another piece of fruit into his mouth then slid into her again, thrusting harder this time.

Each time he took a piece of fruit into his mouth, he slid into her, thrusting harder and harder. By the time he had reached her breasts, his face was flushed with heat, his body slick with sweat and he was grasping the bars above her head so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

Easing his grip on the bars, he slid his hands over her arms, the sweat on his hands mixing with hers. She was trembling under his hands. Her legs shaking, she wrapped them around his hips, holding him against her while he did naughty things to her with his mouth.

Suddenly his mouth was on hers. He smashed the banana against her lips. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and the taste of the fruit, mingled with her own juices on his lips was a spicy treat. Her sex clenched as he drove himself into her, her slick channel clamping down on him until he groaned with pleasure.

His hips jerked and he slammed into her again. He buried his face between her breasts, licking at the sweat that pooled there, drawing his rough tongue over one swollen nipple and then the other. He smashed the fruit with his teeth, turning it into a mash that he licked at hungrily.

The hairs on his chest scraped against her belly and desire flooded through her. He sucked a nipple into his mouth twirling his tongue over her until she was begging him, pleading with him. He could do anything, anything he wanted to do to her.

She'd disobey him every night if he would just keep up that wicked torture.

His laughter was hot against her skin and the tingling sensation it caused only made her clench around him more. He muttered a curse and eased up from her. A breath of cool air rushed between them, making her nipples as hard as diamonds. His face a mask of pure lust, John slid his hands over her breasts, his fingers pinched at her, twisting slightly as he thrust into her harder and harder.

Susan could feel the tension rising between them. He was clutching at her, his fingers digging into her. He was panting louder and louder, his breaths coming in short hard gasps. He was twisting inside of her, turning her inside out until she cried out his name.

He was gritting his teeth, trying to hold back, trying to keep up his hard and fast rhythm, trying to keep control. But when her walls clenched around him again, he lost that control and he exploded inside her. The sound of her name was a wrenched from his throat in a guttural growl and he collapsed against her, the weight of his body crushing down on hers until he felt the slick warmth of her own orgasm flow over him.

He lay there for a few moments, his weight a comfortable warmth, his heart beating fast against her chest as his body shook off the last of his climax. When he could breathe again, he reached under the pillow beneath her head and drew out a small key. He grasped it between his fingers as he slid his hands up her sweat slick arms to gently grasp her wrists, easing the tension in her arms as he unlocked the cuffs holding her to the bed.

Gently he eased her arms to her sides, rubbing her sore and aching muscles, easing the tension in her arms and pulling her tight against his chest.

She heard his voice whispering softly in her ear as he raked his fingers through her sweat soaked hair. She barely heard what he said but she knew that he was promising her things. Things he would do for her, things he would do to her if only she would obey him.

And what he would do if she didn't.

A slight smile curled up her lips as she snuggled closer to him and rested her cheek against his sweat slick chest.

Let the game's begin...