Title: A Change in Command (Sequel to Command Position)

Author: Malinne

Email: malinne@sbcglobal.net

Status: Complete

Rating: NC-17 graphic sex

Summary: Sam responds to the Colonel's `visit'.

Spoilers: None

Classification: Sam & Jack.

Archive: SJ-NC17, SJD- yes

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.

Thanks to Jo, for the support. This is definitely a change from my typical story. Without her encouragement, I probably would have never put it on paper.

The following morning Sam reported to the SGC. SG-1 was on two-day stand down, but she wanted to finish up some work on an alien device SG-6 had found. She rolled into the parking lot and saw the Colonel just getting out of his truck. Pulling her motorcycle up beside his big Dodge, she shut off the motor and swung her leg over the bike to dismount. He turned to wait for her.

"Morning, Carter." He said as he slid his hands into his pockets.

"Good morning, Sir. Beautiful morning isn't it." She pulled her helmet over her head and beamed a blinding smile at him.

"Whoa…you're sure in a good mood this morning." He leaned a little closer and lowered his voice, "I don't know what you had last night, but I wish I could have some of it too." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

A sly grin crossed her face as she brushed her hair back, "Sir, you should be very careful what you wish for…you might just get it!"

"In your wildest dreams, Major…only in your wildest dreams."

***

The day passed slowly for Jack O'Neill. He worked on past due mission reports, while his 21C tinkered with a doohickey in her lab. Every five minutes he found himself fighting the urge to visit her. He stopped by at noon to see if she wanted to go to lunch, but found the lights off and her leather jacket and helmet gone. He banged his head on the door facing in frustration, before heading off to seek out Teal'c.

At 1500 hours he finished the last of the reports, dropped them on the General's desk and made for the surface. As soon as he pulled in his driveway, he wished he'd stopped to eat on the way home. He was starving…Teal'c hadn't been on the base when he went to look for him, so instead of eating alone he had skipped lunch—as he often did rather than eat alone. When he stepped onto the porch, he saw a covered casserole dish in one of the Adirondack chairs. A note was attached to the top, "Jack, my boy, you are looking like you need a home-cooked meal. I've made my special corned beef and cabbage for you. Put it in the microwave for 2 minutes. Take care, my boy. Mrs. O'Brien." Jack smiled, "Bless you, Mrs. O'Brien. You always seem to know when I need something." Truth was, this sweet elderly neighbor left him a home cooked meal about once a week. She seemed to have a knack for always doing it when he was on-world.

Jack picked up the casserole and headed into the house. He hung his jacket on the hook by the door and proceeded to the kitchen. He opened the microwave, pausing to lift the lid and sniff of the dish before putting it in the oven. God! That woman could cook.

Jack ate his meal, grumbling that he had no beer to go with it. He was so sure he'd had a six-pack in the frig, but there was none there now. So, he drank one of the diet sodas he kept there for when Carter was over with the team.

Carter! That got him thinking. Last night had been risky, but oh sooooo worth it. Perhaps now that he knew she really didn't want to leave it in the room, things could move forward with them. His thoughts moved back to the game on ESPN, but soon he found he was really getting sleepy. So what if it was only 1730 hours. He was tired, and he wasn't into the game—it was boring in fact, so he shut off the TV and headed to bed. He pulled off his clothes and dropped them on the top of the hamper in the bathroom, leaving only his boxers on; then, he peed and headed to bed. He crawled onto the mattress and stretched out on his back. In a matter of minutes, he was sound asleep.

***

Samantha Carter sat in the chair near his bed, watching and waiting for him to awaken. She had checked his pulse and respirations twice, worried that she had laced the corned beef and cabbage with too much of the short acting sedative. She had appropriated a small amount of the drug, the same one they used for tranq darts, from the SGC. Slowly he began to stir.

Jack opened his eyes. The room was dark. What time was it anyway…late night or early morning? Turning his head to look at the clock, he found his eyes were too blurry to see the numbers on the digital display. He tried to lift his hand to rub his eyes and clear them, but his arm would not move from it's position above his head. His head was foggy, he couldn't think straight. Jack moved to throw his legs over the side of the mattress and sit up, only to find his ankles were tied securely to the foot of the bed, with only enough slack to flex his knees about half way. He fought back the emotions, as he came to the startling conclusion that he was bound securely to his bed by all four limbs, and he began to struggle against his restraints.

A movement…or maybe it was a sound in the room, caught his attention. He heard a click and was momentarily blinded by the glare of a lamp as it was switched on. When his vision cleared, he saw his 21C seated in the chair at the foot of his bed. No, the woman he saw before him was not his second in command; this was Samantha Carter. He felt a pang in his groin at the site of her.

Sam sat with her legs crossed and swinging her foot. She was dressed entirely in red—red spike-heeled shoes, red lace stockings attached to a red garter belt, a red bustier, and a red feather boa draped around her shoulders and neck. On her lips she wore a blood red lipstick; the look was finished off with her long red fingernails. She sat and stared at him, looking directly into his eyes. He stopped struggling against the restraints and returned her gaze. Fire danced deep in her azure blue eyes, and a nasty grin slowly curled the corners of her mouth. Sam stood, looking down at him, caressing his body from head to toe with her eyes, but saying nothing.

Jack's throat went dry. He had never seen this side of Carter, but God how he wished he'd known it existed. The stockings clung to and complemented the curves of her well-muscled calves and thighs. The garter belt was hung low on her hips, leaving her belly button exposed and revealing a bellybutton ring. The bustier pushed her breasts high, so they almost spilled over the top of the nearly transparent lace cups. The dark areolas surrounding her nipples were visible through the lace. And she swung the feather boa so seductively…God he needed his hands free. He jerked against the wrist restraints that were secured above his head.

She laughed a deep guttural laugh, "Save your energy. You're going to be begging soon enough, flyboy." Sam walked closer to the bed and stood beside him. Jack could see that she wore no panties…her blonde bush was visible beneath the garter belt. He could already see beads of moisture glistening on the hair. His crotch lurched as his little general sprang to attention.

She laughed again when she saw the front of his boxers tented tightly by his erection. "Do you want me to help you with that?" She asked smiling down at him, and without waiting for a response she reached for the right leg opening of his boxers. She fed the end of her feather boa into the pant leg and did the same with the other end of the boa, feeding it through the left leg opening. Then, she carefully reached into the fly, making sure not to touch his growing erection and pulled the two ends out through the fly of his boxers. She alternately pulled on first one end of the boa and then the other, dragging it back and forth with a seesaw-effect across his thighs and over his hard cock and lower abdomen. He writhed on the bed.

The sound that issued from Jack's lips didn't sound human. Instead, it was raw and animalistic, like the mating call of some wild creature in the deep forest. Finally, he formed the noise into words, "For cryin out loud, Carter what are you trying to do to me?"

She continued the assault. "What's the matter, Jack? Can't you hold your own. Don't tell me that you're about to blow your load when I've barely started?" Releasing one end of the boa, she drew it out of his boxer, pulling the entire length very slowly through his clothing. She leaned over to pick up a bag from the floor by the chair, and set it on the bed. Reaching inside, she pulled out a long stiletto. Removing the dagger from it's sheath, Sam held it by the hilt and rolled the blade over and over in the palm of her other hand. She laid the blade against abdomen and slowly slid it down and across the fabric of his shorts. Jack winced as it dragged across his hard cock. "Don't worry, flyboy, I'm saving that. I may have a use for it later."

Sam lifted the leg of his boxers and slid the blade inside. She tented the fabric just beneath the waistband with the tip of the knife; then forcefully thrust through the fabric, pulling up and back. The sharp blade sliced the boxers open. She repeated the same on the other side; then she slid her fingers under his waistband and guided the knife safely into position as she cut the elastic of his shorts. Sam chuckled when she heard him exhale in relief as she returned the blade to its sheath and put it back in the bag. Finally, with one quick jerk, the boxers were pulled from beneath him and discarded onto the floor.

Jack smiled at her, "Okay, Major, cut me loose." He tugged against his restraints.

She shook her head, "Huh uh, I'm not your Major now, and I'm the one who's in command." She crawled onto the bed and moved to sit straddling his hips. As she seated herself, he could feel the wet and heat of her core on his lower abdomen, making his cock throb and bounce against her butt. Sam reached a hand behind her and slapped him on the thigh. "Down boy! You need to learn some patience." She moved her legs, setting her feet on either side of his waist and resting her elbows on her knees.

Jack raised his head and stared down his chest and into her fully exposed twat. A deep groan escaped his lips, as he smelled her arousal. "Sam, cut me loose. Please. I want to touch you…taste you."

A smirk grew as she continued to stare at him, "No!" She shifted her legs dragging the heels of her shoes up his ribs and poking them into his armpits. "Lie down…and shut up!" Sam reached behind her back and unfastened the bustier, flinging it into the chair at the bedside. Jack watched as her full breasts swayed gently with the movement. She shifted her position so she lay on top of his chest, sliding back and forth to increase the friction of his chest hair on her nipples.

He felt her nipples grow hard against him. God! He was going to need medical treatment if she didn't release him and let him touch her. He thrust his pelvis forward as her knee inadvertently brushed his erection.

Sam lifted herself up on all fours and leaned forward, dangling her breasts in his face and brushing his lips with her stone hard nipples. He licked out with his hot wet tongue trying to latch on to one of them, but missing.

"Stop it! Lie still…or I'll leave." Came the command from above his head. Sam sat down on his chest. Jack was sure that the smell of her this close was going to drive him insane. She began sliding down his torso…to his waist…his hips…and beyond, letting his hard length slide through her wet folds. He lurched as his hard cock popped out from beneath her body. She stopped when she was seated on his thighs. Moving her legs back, Sam removed the heels, dropping them onto the floor; then she reached into the bag again. She pulled out a flesh colored dildo with an attached control cord. Jack heard a hum as she switched on the power to the vibrator; then she pressed another button and head began to rotate in an elliptical pattern. She didn't speak, just grinned and laid it on his abdomen.

The strong vibrations sent a tingle all the way to his toes, and the rotating head made it literally crawl its way down his abdomen until it came to rest against the base of his cock. He jerked his knees up as far as he could in response. Closing his eyes and throwing back his head he yelled at her, "Oh…holy shit…stop that thing or I'm gonna blow."

Sam intentionally hesitated for a few seconds before picking up the toy. She leaned forward with a hand on his chest, "You don't want to do that. Cause when you shoot your load, it's all over…and I go home." She whispered into his ear. Sam unfastened the clips holding her stockings. Lifting her hips, she slid the garter belt down; then sitting back on him, she pushed it off her legs. A feral glint flashed through her eyes as she lifted one leg into the air and slowly trailed her fingers down it to remove the stocking; then she repeated the process with the other leg.

She repositioned herself to sit on his pelvis with his pulsing cock against her lower back. "Flex your knees." She commanded and he pulled his knees up to the limits of his restraints. Sam reclined against them and once more set her feet on either side of his waist, spreading her knees wide. She watched him as she took the vibrator and began to lick up its shaft to the head. He sucked in his breath when she pulled the head into her mouth and began to pump it in and out. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile when she felt him tense beneath her. Removing the vibrator from her mouth, she trailed it down her body and rubbed it through her wet folds. Jack had lifted his head and was staring at her hands between her legs. Sam was sure he was holding his breath too.

Sam began to slowly push the dildo into her pussy. She paused, shaking a finger at Jack because his hips lurched in response to watching her; then she continued to push the vibrator in until it was fully inserted. Turning on both the vibrate and rotate switches, Sam was suddenly overcome by the sensation and threw her head back to rest on Jack's knees.

She heard him begging her, "Sam…pleeeeease. Let me. Please, Sam…untie me."

Regaining some of her composure, she looked at him and spoke, "No, Jack…not you. You are only to watch…but if you're a good boy—we'll see." She began moving the vibrator in her vagina. Jack's eyes were glued to her hands. She was so turned on by him watching her bring herself to completion. Sam moved her free hand to her breasts massaging across them and rolling each nipple for a while. Sam picked up the red boa, using it to caress over her skin and breasts; finally dropping it between her legs so it tickled her inner thighs as she rocked against vibrator. She could feel Jack's hard cock pounding against her back. She was so turned on…and she was getting so close.

He watched in amazement as her hand pumped the vibrator in and out of her vagina. He could feel the hot juices flowing out of her and onto his belly. Her face and skin were flushed with arousal, and her nipples beneath her fingers glowed like dark pink buttons on the console of her body. Jack's breathing grew shallow as he saw the change in her eyes…as he saw her approaching climax. Finally, she threw her head back and arched over his knees, still thrusting with the vibrator. Slowly, he felt her relax against his thighs and settle back to sit on him. She opened her eyes and looked at him. The smile she gave him seemed so demure for someone who had just fucked herself on his lap. "Sam…that was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. But… I gotta tell you…I'm just about to die here. My dick is so hard, that if you touch it…it's gonna break off. Funny thing is...I won't really care… cause the damn thing hurts so bad right now…I'd do anything to get it off." His face was so serious it surprised her. "Course…you know how I'd prefer to get off." He added with a smile and a waggle of his brow.

Sam looked at him for a moment. Then pulled the vibrator from her vagina. Holding it to his lips she offered, "Wanna taste me." He flicked his tongue out and licked greedily; then sucked it into his mouth.

"Sam, I'd rather have you." In a moment their toy was cast to the side of the bed. Sam reversed her position, now straddling his chest, but facing toward his feet. She edged back so her hips were over his face; then moved her pelvis lower, offering him her dripping core. His hungry lips slurped at her folds and she jerked forward as his tongue plunged into her slit. His erection was now directly before her face. Beginning at the base, she pressed her hot, wet tongue firmly against it and slowly dragged it all the way to his throbbing purple head.

He continued to devour her, only pausing to plead with her. "Sam… I'm begging you. At least let me have my hands free. I want to touch you." He was silenced as she popped her lips over the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head as she ran one hand up and down his length repeatedly, marveling in the salty-bitter taste of his pre-cum. She sucked hard against the head, pulling it to the back of her throat to massage it with the base of her tongue. His hips began to quiver.

Sensing that she was pushing him beyond the limits, she stopped and turned back around to sit facing him. Sam leaned over his head and unfastened his wrist restraints; then, she scooted down his body and reached for his ankle ties, undoing them also. She turned to face him and smiled. "Now, you can touch me."

Jack rested his hands on her hips and she leaned forward, putting a hand on his chest to steady herself. As she lifted herself up, he grasped his cock to guide it to her hot, wet opening. Feeling it broach her outer lips, Sam lowered herself onto him. He was big…the prolonged foreplay had engorged him to a much greater size than he had been the previous evening. But she was wet and ready and slid easily down his length. He hit her cervix with a jolt and stretched her far beyond what the vibrator had done. That expensive toy was definitely a poor imitation of the real thing. The sensation sent Sam spinning out of control again in a totally unexpected orgasm. She was overwhelmed. She arched and cried out, "Oh fuck, Jack…I…I…oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" After what seemed like ages, she collapsed onto his chest.

Several minutes must have passed before her senses returned. Sam couldn't believe she had come that way, nor could she believe he was waiting patiently. She could feel him, still large and hard, buried deep inside of her. She rocked her pelvis against him and he growled. Grabbing her around the waist and rolling them so she lay on her back with him nestled between her thighs.

"Does that mean I have permission?" He laughed and grinned down at her, leaning down to lick across a nipple as he waited for her to reply. To his surprise he saw the nipple constrict to a hardened little peak. "Holy Shit, Sam. Are you always horny?"

She pulled his head up to her face and kissed him…mouths opening and tongues dancing together in first one mouth and then the other. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, "Yes, always! And…permission granted to fuck my brains out."

With those words he began to move in slow, measured, deep strokes. He withdrew almost completely each time before thrusting fully back into her. Sam marveled at his control. But that control quickly began to crumb as the thrusting became faster and more erratic. Jack's breath was coming in gasps; his face was buried in Sam's neck. She caressed down his back and spoke to him. "Jack…turn it loose. Come for me, Jack. I want to feel your seed washing into me. Fuck me, Jack. Oh yes… God, you are so fucking wonderful." A little encouragement was all he needed. Jack O'Neill exploded inside of her. The hot splash throwing Sam into still another orgasm. She clamped her vaginal muscles down around him and felt the gush of fluids out of her vagina and down between their bodies. Finally, he collapsed onto her. Jack raised his head and took her lips in a deep, but gentle kiss; then he laid his head back to rest on her shoulder. Sam's hands smoothed over the muscles of his back and ass. Slowly they stilled as sleep claimed them both still locked in their lovers' embrace.

***

The alarm shattered his dreams. Jack slapped at the button on the clock, succeeding in turning it off on the third attempt. He smiled remembering the night, and turned to greet his lover. Instead he found the bed empty. He sat up, propping his elbows on his knees and rubbing his face with his hands. Surely…that was not a dream.

He fell back onto his pillow, slipping his arms beneath to prop up slightly. His finger brushed against something soft. Grasping it, he pulled, and a red feather boa snaked from beneath his pillow. He pulled it to his nose and inhaled deeply, a smile spreading across his face.

***

Again, this is a very different story for me. Feedback and constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated.