Twelve Empty, Lonely Days.

Title: 12 Empty, Lonely Days.
By: Angeldream (also known as Angeldream5000).
Pairing: Admiral AJ Chegwidden and Colonel Sarah ‘Mac’ Mackenzie (in my story she’s an ex-Colonel).
Rating: Definitely NC17 ‘cause it’s pretty erotic stuff. At least I hope it is and it’s a PWP.
Disclaimer: I am a FanFic writer, this means I did not create the characters Admiral AJ Chegwidden, Sarah ‘Mac’ Mackenzie, Sturgis Turner or the SecNav, much smarter people than I did. I’m just writing about them in a sex scene which would never have made it to the TV screen in JAG. I have not (nor will I) make a profit from this story – if you don’t believe me please feel free to check my bank account.
Authors Note: This is the first time I’ve written a JAG erotic PWP and I’d love some feedback to let me know what else it needs, if I’ve got the characters fairly accurate (yes I do know that on JAG itself AJ & Sarah would never act this way that's why it's called 'fan fiction') or if it needs anything else.

Review request: I've clearly marked the pairing in this story, if you don't like the pairing don't read the story - no one is making you - and just so you know; any flames that are based on dislike of characters will be shared by my friends and laughed over. Any reviews that are based on genuine praise or criticism will be gratefully received so that I can improve my writing for you the reader.

Last Warning: This story is rated NC17. That means that anyone under the age of 17 (or older depending on the local laws, etc ) should not be reading this story and should delete it straight away. I’m serious - NO underage readers allowed. This story contains consenting adults having grown-up fun. Some people find that offensive or, at the very least, embarrassing. This is the warning so that people can’t stumble across NC17 rated stories by accident and that’s what I’m rating this story as. Therefore if you need to be warned you need to delete this post now so that you won’t risk reading it.

Now on with the good stuff.

“I was your Chief of Staff AJ, I knew exactly what your job entailed before we became lovers, but it’s been twelve long, lonely, empty days and I miss you.” Sarah was well aware that she was coming very close to whining if not crossing the line but she didn’t care. “I want you home AJ, I want you inside of me, I want your fingers stroking my clitoris, I want your tongue on my nipple. I’m sorry AJ… I’m just very frustrated, my orgasms are empty with just a vibrator and my fingers.”

“I know Darlin’ but when the SecNav gives me orders I have no choice, unfortunately it’ll be about another week before Sturgis and I are done.” AJs’ Texan voice trickled over her like warm honey, his disembodied voice curling round her senses. “There’s just so much still to be done if we want to avoid this diplomatic incident becoming public knowledge.”

“A week???”

“At least, I’m sorry Darlin’ I wish there was something I could do to make it all just go away but I can’t.” She could hear the regret in his voice and knew he was missing her as much as she was missing him.

“Well there might be something you could do to please me…” she used ‘that’ voice, the one which AJ swore would be able to tempt him off a cliff if she asked.

“Oh?” The hook was baited and she had his attention… now would he bite?

“Will you talk me through it…?” She held her breath.

“Now Sarah, is that how a polite lady asks for something?” The spice of desire was added to the timbre of his voice.

He’s taken the bait and now she has to carefully reel him in. Sarah swallowed. Her mouth and throat had grown dry as his words rolled through her mind. “Please AJ… will you make me come? I need you so much. I need your voice to bring me to the edge and then tip me over… I’ll beg if you want me to… please… please AJ.”

“There will be a price Sarah.” AJ warned her. He was very good at this type of game, the dominant position came easily to him, and with his years of experience he could play the scene as far as she needed to go.

“I’ll pay it… whatever it is I’ll pay it.” Sarah knew that he would only push her as far as their agreed boundaries, early on in their relationship they’d had a very honest discussion about what each partner liked, disliked, was willing to explore slowly with the other and what they wouldn’t do with each other. Sarah was incredibly tactile and loved being touched, AJ appreciated being teased with what Sarah wore and enjoyed watching her dress in morning, knowing exactly which bra and thong set she wore throughout the day, and then strip for him at night. They both disliked watching porn movies as they found them ridiculous rather than arousing but Sarah was considering a home video she could watch when she needed to. AJ was gradually teaching Sarah the joys of anal sex while she was showing him how far he could trust her. They both agreed that whips, canings, paddles, and spankings were pleasurable but any pain which didn’t lead to pleasure was unacceptable. Baths and showers were good clean fun but Golden Showers were out of the question and so was anything involving blood play.

“Until I come home the only way you pleasure yourself is with me on the other end of the phone, and you wait for my permission before you start.” AJ knew that if Sarah gave her word it would become a matter of pride to see that she kept it.

Sarah groaned unhappily “You…” She knew it would be tough for her; sometimes she had such erotic dreams that when she woke all it took was one stroke of her fingers against her clitoris. “Can I call you in the morning if I need to?”

AJ smiled; knowing he had her “You can call me anytime before six but there will be a further price to pay for your pleasure.”

The words cut into her mind like a hot knife through butter, a deep intoxicating lust was taking hold; the soft excitement rising in her groin, spreading out through her belly, rising to her chest where her nipples rapidly tightened and hardened against her baby doll nightgown. Sarah settled into the pillows at her back and turned her head to one side so that the telephone receiver was trapped against her ear. “I’ll pay the price AJ.”

“I want you to go into our trunk and get out some items which you’ll need.” Sarah slid off the bed and padded slowly to the end of it. There was an old brass, steamer type, trunk; the type you could imagine people traveling on ocean liners of old using. It was their toy trunk and she carefully opened it. Her heart beating faster as she looked over their toys; vibrators of many sizes, restraints in various materials, whips, paddles, nipple clamps, collars, edible oils for various effects, blindfolds and gags. The frontless, backless and a mixture of both, rubber and leather clothes; stockings, bras, panties, suspender belts, Basques, teddies, in a variety of colours, sumptuous materials and types, shoes and boots, all with at least six foot heels were kept in a separate chest of draws. “Take out the sheepskin cover and a blindfold.”

The sheepskin cover was folded and lying under some of the vibrators, she took it out and spread it across the white bedspread, already anticipating the soft caress of the wool against her skin. She chose a padded, elastic blindfold which would press against her eyes and settle across the crown of her nose, keeping out all the light. She quickly established herself on the bed, back against the pillows taking a quick squirm against the fleece before placing the pads of the blindfold against her eyes and the elastic strap around her head.

“I know you Sarah, you just rubbed yourself against the cover didn’t you?” AJs’ voice was tinged with humor.

“I couldn’t help myself.”

“I want this to be a test of your control; I want you to only respond to my voice… Only respond to what I say to you… Only do what I tell you to… Do you understand?”

He was able to infuse his voice with the undertone of command; it was one of the first things which attracted her to him, after his body of course. She found herself responding to it as her nipples tightened further. She loved it when he took control, it gave her the freedom to concentrate only on her pleasure, and her only regret was that she wasn’t tied to their bed right now. “I understand.”

“I was thinking of you before I called you, I was determined to finish my paperwork before we talked and it was only my stubbornness which allowed me to get it done, because thoughts of you kept creeping in; you modeling your black bra with the missing nipple sections and matching crotchless G-string, the sight of your elasticized stockings tops creating a channel all the way around your thighs, highlighting your pussy just above them. The way your secretions taste, sweet like sugar with sea-spray saltiness mixed in. The way you feel wrapped around my cock, the pulsing movements of your pussy when you come, the warmth and wetness that is unique to you.”

“You’re so good at this…” Sarah whispered, the heat of need rising ever higher.

“I close my eyes and I can see you lying on our bed. What are you wearing Darlin’?”

“A baby doll nightgown.”

“Describe it to me.”

“It’s see through with a golden sheen, it has spaghetti straps with a scooped neck, it just reaches mid thigh, there’s a thong which goes with it but I knew I wanted to touch myself while we talked so I didn’t put them on.” With AJ Sarah was learning that sex could be both wild and unplanned as well as ritualistic, calculated, arranged and accompanied by the appropriate vestments and totems.

“Well aren’t you a bad girl?”

Sarah moaned lightly “Yes.”

“Tell me Sarah… Tell me what a bad girl you are.”

She felt her heart skip a beat. “I’m a bad girl… I’m a bad slutty little girl.”

“Tell me what you what. Tell me how badly you want your fingers up your soft, hot, empty, aching hole.”

“You bastard.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Now he was mocking her. “Tell me otherwise I’ll hang up and leave you like this… hot and aching and forbidden to do anything about it.”

She knew what he wanted her to say. “I what you to tell me how to masturbate… please, please let me masturbate,” she begged. “Please let me AJ.”

“Well done Darlin’. Is your nightgown tight across your breasts?”

Sarah felt the straining material; it had fit her perfectly well earlier, but now her breasts had swollen in response to AJs voice. “It is tight,” she admitted to him.

“Roll your nightgown around your neck.”

Sarah did as he told her; a small sigh escaped her as the pressure was relieved from her breasts.

“Now slowly touch your arms… stroke your fingertips down to your elbows… now down to your wrists… is your skin warm?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sweating yet?”

“No… Not yet.”

“Is it pleasant, stroking your arms?”

Sarah couldn’t see anything; all she could do was focus on the feel of her arms as she made the fine hairs stand up on the surface of her skin, and on the sound of his velvet covering steel voice.

“Touch your breasts… with the very tips of your fingers… feel how soft the skin between them is.”

Sarah did as he said, fully aware of the arousal churning through her veins.

“Is that good Darlin’?”

“Mmm.”

He chuckled lightly. “I can hear it is. Lightly caress the underside of each breast Sarah, very slowly… very gently.”

Sarah swallowed then did as he told her… moaning as she felt her chest rising and falling.

“Now squeeze softly.”

She licked her lips then squeezed her fingers in against her breasts, feeling the soft flesh give beneath the pressure, feeling her insides burn as she followed his instructions.

“Again,” AJ said softly. “Squeeze.” There was a pause as he waited for her. “Now I want you to take your nipples between your thumbs and forefingers and pinch them.”

She slid her fingers up to her rigid nipples and pinched them.

“Twist them… hard enough for it to hurt.”

She twisted them… letting out a small gasp as the pressure increased to the point of discomfort.”

“Harder Darlin’, squeeze those nipples until tears spring to your eyes. Do it Darlin’.”

Sarah squeezed until her heart began to pump faster in response to the little messages of pain radiating out from her compressed nipples.

“You have exquisite nipples Sarah, they stick out so that I can slip my lips around them and just barely be touching your breasts. I love hard little nipples like that. Do they hurt Sarah?” His voice was low and silky in her ear.

“Yes” she whispered, her voice breaking with the effort. “Oh… oh please… let me stop. It hurts.”

There was a pause as she waited breathlessly, starting to become lightheaded. “Let go now Sarah.” She cried out as her nipples sprang back to their normal position, with a surge of pure pleasure shooting through her; so intense the blackness behind the blindfold turned crimson.

“Describe to me how they feel Darlin’, he demanded.

“They burn,” she whispered, barely able to keep from rubbing her abused flesh.

“Now place your hands against the sides of your breasts and push them in together.”

She obeyed, squeezing her breasts together, feeling the heat as the soft, hot flesh ground together.

“Good. Now I want you to slide your right hand down between your legs and feel how much you enjoyed the pain.”

She felt the heavy, viscous seepage which told her just how aroused she really was as she covered herself. “Oh God AJ, how do you do that to me?”

“It’s a gift. Now squeeze softly.”

She whimpered as she did so, allowing herself to sink her fingers into her hot, wet, aching hole. She felt the pain in her nipples mellow to the familiar, pleasurable ache.

“I can just see you in my mind, your breasts peeking out from beneath your nightgown, your legs as far apart as your straining tendons will allow, your hands between your thighs. Are you masturbating yourself?”

“Yes… oh yes!” She was breathless, panting as she strummed her fingers against her clitoris.

“Stop at once Sarah.” His voice was cold and deadly.

“Oh… But!”

“Stop right now.”

“Oh,” she moaned as she brought her hands up above her head, away from temptation, as she fought the desire flooding through her body.

“I told you this was going to be a test of your control Sarah. You can climax when I say so and not before… understand?”

“Yes” she gasped out.

“Do you remember the last time you teased me Sarah? You wore that little black dress with no back, very little front and no underwear?”

“I remember.”

“I sat in my chair and pulled you down over my lap. I sensitized your buttocks by following the contours of your cute behind. You were desperate for me to spank you ‘cause the anticipation was driving you wild, you climaxed on the fifth blow you were so excited. And you kept on going when I used my belt on you, climax after climax. You were walking carefully for days after that. Do you remember?”

“Oh God AJ please.” She could see it in her mind, the weird angle of the floor and the slight dizziness from her position. She could feel him, feel his hands running over her buttocks. She could feel the pain, fighting an uphill battle against her arousal.

“Can you feel an echo of those climaxes?”

“Yes… oh… yes.”

“What was it you wanted again Sarah?” He asked idly.

“Please talk me to a climax. Please AJ… I need to come.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a sex-hungry slut who misses you so much. Please AJ… Please.”

“Beg me to Sarah.”

“Please tell me how to masturbate… Please tell me what to do… Please tell me to masturbate.”

“Since you begged so nicely. Cover your pussy with your right hand again.” He heard her broken sigh as she complied with his wishes. “Now move it up and down slowly, rub your hand against yourself. Very slowly Sarah.”

She rubbed her hand softly across her groin, up and down, up and down, whimpering as she did so.

“That’s a good girl Sarah. Now I want you to spread your fingers apart. Wider. Now make sure the middle on is lined up along your soft little cleft and rub.”

Sarah flushed as a mental picture of how she must look flashed through her mind, and she felt a rush of heat. She stroked her finger along her cleft as she imagined that AJ was watching as she pleasured herself, that he was really there and wanted to see how she pleasured herself when she was alone.

“Faster.”

She rubbed faster, helplessly grinding her hips upwards, pushing her sex against her stroking finger.

“Stop.” His voice was hypnotic now and she obeyed it at once. “Lightly, touch your clit with your forefinger.” He waited until her groan of pleasure told him that she had complied. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes… oh, yes,” she moaned.

“Stroke it round, very gently, round and round, round and round.”

Sarah’s body was enveloped in a charged cloud of sexual electricity, her senses heightened and she knew that if she continued she would soon reach a climax.

“Now slide your middle finger into your body. Push it inside you all the way to your knuckle.”

Gasping at what she was doing, she turned her finger inward, easily slipping it between her moist lips and driving it upwards, through the soft folds of her sex.

“Ease it out… slowly. Now back in… Now add a second finger.”

She pushed a second finger into her pussy, pumping them slowly in and out while he listened to her rhythmic moans and breathy whispers.

“Squeeze your breast with your left hand, now caress the underside. You know Sarah, I’ve never met anyone whose undersides of breasts are just as sensitive as her nipples like yours are.”

Sarah’s behind was rising and falling, writhing on the sheepskin cover on each downward thrust, the muscles in her legs working to drive her upwards against her fingers.

“Now faster, and press your thumb down against your clitoris. Rub it against your fingers as you pump them inside yourself.”

And she did, panting for breath, as she exposed her deep need to him, pumping her fingers inside her sheath and stroking her thumb across her burning clitoris.

“That’s it Sarah,” he said softly. “Masturbate for me. That’s what you’re doing. You’re masturbating. Let me hear how hot you are. Let me hear how much you need it. Let me hear what you do when you’re alone. Come for me Darlin’. Come while I tell you what to do. Come while I listen. Come on your fingers to the sound of my voice.”

Sarah cried out “Oh, my God, AJ… AJ… AJ.” As she flung her head back as she came, mashing her thumb against her clitoris, thrusting her fingers into her convulsing hole again and again and again. Subsiding into moans as the first waves of violent pleasure subsided, wallowing in the pleasure.

“Bastard,” she groaned, gulping in air as she lay sprawled against the pillows.

“People have called me worse Darlin’” he said mildly.

She groaned again as she straightened out her aching legs and unrolled her nightgown. “How the Hell do you do that to me?”

“The same way you do it to me.”

She giggled softly, “want me to talk dirty until you come?”

“You’re too late; I came when you did Darlin’.” His voice was slightly rueful. “Next time you can. In fact… Same time tomorrow?”

“Always. I don’t want to say ‘good night’ but I need to clean up.” Sarah sounded sad.

“Well I thought ahead and brought paper towels to bed with me.” Now AJ sounded smug.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Brag, brag, brag. I guess it’s true what you taught me.”

“What’s that?”

“Nothing’s ever finished until the paperwork is complete.”

“Well on that terrible pun I’ll say ‘good night’. Sweet dreams Darlin’. I love you.”

“I love you too AJ. Sweet dreams.”

They both hung up their respective phones.

After cleaning up, Sarah took off her baby doll nightgown and put on the dress shirt of AJs’ that she had liberated from the hamper ‘cause it smelt of him. She set the alarm for oh five hundred; she wanted an hour to talk dirty with him before letting him climax. She snuggled under the duvet and pulled his pillow into her arms, closed her eyes and dived into her dreams of him, aided by the smell of him surrounding her.

The End.

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