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Closer
***
Nine Inch Nails
Closer
you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
***
“Carter, I never knew this was the type of music –“
He was cut short by a light, stinging slap low on his cheek. “Shut up . . . sir,” she said mockingly.
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
“Okay, then,” he muttered, which earned him a harder slNo mNo more warnings,” she hissed. “Now you’ve got to work for it.”
“Work for it? I can’t even see it!”
Another slap and he was silent, raging inside. The silken bonds ar his his wrists were tightened viciously, as was the blindfold covering his eyes.
He was silent. He felt her on top of him, sinking into him; he felt her shift position.
Then he could smell her.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
The music churned, a mixture of lust and love and hatred and self-loathing spilling out of the speakers. He was starting to see why she’d picked this particular song.
His cock throbbed, hard at the smell and the feel of her.
Goddammit, why did he ever let her talk her into these things? It took her FOREVER to let him loose and fuck her hard. Hell, sometimes she never let him loose at all.
He was losing his patience, and one thing Jack O’Neill was NOT was a patient man.
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
He felt one knee underneath one shoulder and a foot planted on the bed above the other.
The smell.
He gritted his teeth.
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me it’s your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
Now he felt the heat of her.
“Open your mouth,” she ordered. “Give me your tongue.”
He did.
Slowly, she brought her pussy to his face. “Now, do it,” she hissed. “Make me come.”
She ground herself against his face, her wetness covering his mouth, his chin, his nose.
“Make me come,” she whispered.
And he did.
I want to fuck you lin ann animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
Soon she was screaming, thrusting roughly against his tongue, and he abused her with his mouth; biting, sucking, licking; bathing in the wetness of her.
One last rough rasp of his tongue and she was over the edge, shuddering against his face and crying out.
She left him.
The music continued to play.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
“Now, Carter,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Now what?” she asked innocently.
He growled.
“Let me go.”
His voice was low and dangerous, and she shivered, knowing what she’d see in those dark eyes and what he’d do to her when he was free.
“Hmmmmm,” she said, continuing to play her part. “I guess you have been a good boy, for the most part –“
She screamed in shocked when he knocked her to the floor.
“Not so good with the knots this time,” he muttered, lying atop her. She felt his dick, hard and hot, against her belly.
He stood.
“Get up,” he ordered.
She obeyed.
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me it’s your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
He grabbed her roughly by the hair and bent her over the bed, holding her down.
“Now, Carter,” he whispered silkily. “It’s my turn.”
He had his cock in his hand and was teasing her with it, rubbing it against her ass and dipping quickly inside her pussy.
She groaned.
He bent over her, biting her sharply on the back of the neck.
“Since it is my turn,” he murmured, “I can do whatever I want.”’
He held the tip of his cock against the opening of her anus.
“Whatever I want, right?”
She whimpered.
“Carter?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir. Please do whatever you want, sir.”
“Good girl,” he growled. He grabbed a condom and the lubricant from the nightstand.
“Are you ready?” he said, a hint of concern coming thr the the façade.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
He started slowly, easing himself inside her bit by bit, stopping when she moaned and pushing further when she encouraged him. The tightness of it was almost more than he could take; but he held back, waiting for her to stretch, relax, be ready for him.
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me it’s your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
“Ready?” he groaned. “God, please be ready.”
He could have sworn he heard her giggle.
“Oh, yes,” she said, and he began to move.
He was thrusting harder now, carefully, bent over her and whispering to her; how much he loved to fuck her, how much he loved being inside of her, how much he loved the way she smelled.
She was panting; breathing roughly. “Come on me, Jack,” she whispered.
He paused. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she panted. “All over me.”
He growled against her neck and fucked her harder, causing them both to cry out; then he was withdrawing and pulling off the condom. She rolled quickly onto her back so she could watch him jerk off; watch the way he touched himself, the way his teeth clenched and the way his jaw hardened as he came, covering her belly and breasts with his come.
Spent, he collapsed atop her, ignoring the slickness between them so that he could hold her tightly.
She smiled. “That never gets old,” she whispered.
He raised his head to look at her. “I’ve been doing that for decades, Carter. Frankly, I’d prefer YOU do that FOR me.”
“Maybe next time,” she said. “Shower?”
He nodded into her shoulder but didn’t move. She waited.
“Jack?” she asked, after a while.
“Sleep, then shower,” he murmured.
She grinned. “Okay. Have fun?”
“Yes,” he said softly, already falling asleep. “And I really like that song . . .”
through every forest, above the trees
within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason I stay alive
Nine Inch Nails
Closer
you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
***
“Carter, I never knew this was the type of music –“
He was cut short by a light, stinging slap low on his cheek. “Shut up . . . sir,” she said mockingly.
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
“Okay, then,” he muttered, which earned him a harder slNo mNo more warnings,” she hissed. “Now you’ve got to work for it.”
“Work for it? I can’t even see it!”
Another slap and he was silent, raging inside. The silken bonds ar his his wrists were tightened viciously, as was the blindfold covering his eyes.
He was silent. He felt her on top of him, sinking into him; he felt her shift position.
Then he could smell her.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
The music churned, a mixture of lust and love and hatred and self-loathing spilling out of the speakers. He was starting to see why she’d picked this particular song.
His cock throbbed, hard at the smell and the feel of her.
Goddammit, why did he ever let her talk her into these things? It took her FOREVER to let him loose and fuck her hard. Hell, sometimes she never let him loose at all.
He was losing his patience, and one thing Jack O’Neill was NOT was a patient man.
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
He felt one knee underneath one shoulder and a foot planted on the bed above the other.
The smell.
He gritted his teeth.
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me it’s your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
Now he felt the heat of her.
“Open your mouth,” she ordered. “Give me your tongue.”
He did.
Slowly, she brought her pussy to his face. “Now, do it,” she hissed. “Make me come.”
She ground herself against his face, her wetness covering his mouth, his chin, his nose.
“Make me come,” she whispered.
And he did.
I want to fuck you lin ann animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
Soon she was screaming, thrusting roughly against his tongue, and he abused her with his mouth; biting, sucking, licking; bathing in the wetness of her.
One last rough rasp of his tongue and she was over the edge, shuddering against his face and crying out.
She left him.
The music continued to play.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
“Now, Carter,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Now what?” she asked innocently.
He growled.
“Let me go.”
His voice was low and dangerous, and she shivered, knowing what she’d see in those dark eyes and what he’d do to her when he was free.
“Hmmmmm,” she said, continuing to play her part. “I guess you have been a good boy, for the most part –“
She screamed in shocked when he knocked her to the floor.
“Not so good with the knots this time,” he muttered, lying atop her. She felt his dick, hard and hot, against her belly.
He stood.
“Get up,” he ordered.
She obeyed.
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me it’s your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
He grabbed her roughly by the hair and bent her over the bed, holding her down.
“Now, Carter,” he whispered silkily. “It’s my turn.”
He had his cock in his hand and was teasing her with it, rubbing it against her ass and dipping quickly inside her pussy.
She groaned.
He bent over her, biting her sharply on the back of the neck.
“Since it is my turn,” he murmured, “I can do whatever I want.”’
He held the tip of his cock against the opening of her anus.
“Whatever I want, right?”
She whimpered.
“Carter?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir. Please do whatever you want, sir.”
“Good girl,” he growled. He grabbed a condom and the lubricant from the nightstand.
“Are you ready?” he said, a hint of concern coming thr the the façade.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
He started slowly, easing himself inside her bit by bit, stopping when she moaned and pushing further when she encouraged him. The tightness of it was almost more than he could take; but he held back, waiting for her to stretch, relax, be ready for him.
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me it’s your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
“Ready?” he groaned. “God, please be ready.”
He could have sworn he heard her giggle.
“Oh, yes,” she said, and he began to move.
He was thrusting harder now, carefully, bent over her and whispering to her; how much he loved to fuck her, how much he loved being inside of her, how much he loved the way she smelled.
She was panting; breathing roughly. “Come on me, Jack,” she whispered.
He paused. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she panted. “All over me.”
He growled against her neck and fucked her harder, causing them both to cry out; then he was withdrawing and pulling off the condom. She rolled quickly onto her back so she could watch him jerk off; watch the way he touched himself, the way his teeth clenched and the way his jaw hardened as he came, covering her belly and breasts with his come.
Spent, he collapsed atop her, ignoring the slickness between them so that he could hold her tightly.
She smiled. “That never gets old,” she whispered.
He raised his head to look at her. “I’ve been doing that for decades, Carter. Frankly, I’d prefer YOU do that FOR me.”
“Maybe next time,” she said. “Shower?”
He nodded into her shoulder but didn’t move. She waited.
“Jack?” she asked, after a while.
“Sleep, then shower,” he murmured.
She grinned. “Okay. Have fun?”
“Yes,” he said softly, already falling asleep. “And I really like that song . . .”
through every forest, above the trees
within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason I stay alive