Title: Command Position

Author: Malinne

Email: malinne@sbcglobal.net

Status: Complete

Rating: NC-17 graphic sex

Summary: Discussion between Sam and the Colonel after an off-world disagreement leads to an interesting evening.

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.

Special thanks to my friend Jo for her encouragement and for bouncing ideas with me.

The four members of SG-1 stepped through the event horizon and into the familiar gateroom of the SGC. The harsh voice of the Colonel could be heard above the clanging of their footsteps on the metal ramp, "Carter!" She didn't respond, but continued to stomp down the ramp and away from her CO. "Major Carter!" Still she did not stop. "Major Carter…ten-hut!"

She stopped and turned slowly, still not coming to attention. "With all due respect, Sir…Screw you!" she glared at him as she turned and stepped from the ramp to exit the gateroom.

General Hammond had just entered and heard the end of the exchange. "Colonel, is there a problem here?"

"No, Sir…we were just having a discussion about command decisions, General. As my 2IC it's Major Carter's responsibility to draw her concerns to my attention. She was just doing her job."

"Son…it looks like there are still some issues to be resolved. See that it's done before you leave the base today. I can't have members of my SG teams at odds over something...especially members of SG-1."

"Yes, General. I'll do that as soon as we get cleaned up and checked out by the Doc."

"Very well. SG-1 you're dismissed. We'll debrief at 1100 hours tomorrow unless you feel the need to do it today."

"No, General. Thank you, Sir."

***

Sam stormed into the infirmary. She was so pissed she could kill someone. God! She'd love to have her P90 back in her hands and a couple of hundred Jaffa or Goa'uld that she could mow down right now. Sanctimonious son-of-a-bitch! Unfortunately, bloodshed was out of the question, so she would have to settle for a venting to her best friend.

"Have a seat on the first gurney, Major."

`Shit!' It was Doc Warner. Janet must be off already. `Shit!shit! shit!' she repeated over and over in her mind.

"Doc…I'm kind of running behind, can we make this quick? I need to get out of here." She asked him, impatiently.

***

Warner completed her exam and she gathered her stuff quickly into her arms. If she could get out of the infirmary before she ran into HIM, she would wait and shower at home. Sam made her get away, but as she approached the elevator a voice called out to her, "Major…I'd like a word with you in my office after you shower. Say…30 minutes." Jack saw the shrug of her shoulders as she turned to face him. She still looked pissed. He thought she was going to ignore him again. "I can make it an order if I need to…"

"Won't be necessary. I will be there, Sir!"

***

True to her word, exactly 30 minutes later she knocked on his office door. She entered and came to attention in front of his desk, throwing him a salute. "Major Carter reporting AS ORDERED, Sir!" She stressed the `as ordered'.

"Carter…will you knock the chip off your shoulder so you can sit down and talk to me?" He gestured toward the chair by his desk. "Look, Carter. It's obvious—to everybody—that you and I had a difference of opinion in the field today. You did what a 2IC is supposed to do…you made sure I was considering all the options, but after that—the call was mine to make. I made it. You didn't like it. But I'm the one who has to live with it. And you have to accept that."

She bristled again—the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. "Seems to me you're still giving orders…telling me to shut up and accept a decision that I think was wrong." Quickly, she added, "Sir."

"Yes…I make the final decisions…and I bear the responsibility for those decisions." He paused and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Carter, for crying out loud, it was an alien culture. We know nothing about their mating rituals. Maybe that was…you know… their way. Maybe it was basic foreplay for them. You don't know. And there were too damn many of them for us to do anything anyway."

Somehow the mention of foreplay had sent a pang straight to Sam's crotch—her panties were growing wet. She chalked it up to her intense anger bringing all of her emotions close the surface. "With all due respect, Sir. You don't know that. If I see a screaming woman, naked and tied spread-eagle to a pallet, while some horny bastard tries to hold her still so he can shove his hard dick up her…I tend to think it's rape!"

Jack's brain was fogged. `Hard dick…oh yeah…he had that now.' He closed his eyes and saw the image of Sam tied and naked with him standing before her. `Whoa buckaroo…don't go there…stop…time out!' He saw Sam smirk and knew she was aware of the growing bulge in his pants. He quickly scooted his chair closer to the desk.

"Major…there were too many of them. They could have overpowered us. Once the three male members of SG-1 were down, what do you think they would have done to you? Major…you know we take care of our own first. I was watching out for my team…I was watching out for you."

"Sir, I'm a soldier…I am capable of…." Her words trailed off. Sam seemed to settle a bit, her anger dissipating slightly. She really hadn't considered that scenario. "I'm sorry. I guess I should thank you for being concerned for my well-being."

Jack smiled, "Yes, you should. And…I'm still not convinced that it wasn't just kinky sex for them."

"Colonel…I don't think…" she was cut off before she could finish.

"Do you have a problem with kinky sex, Carter?" He asked with a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

"No, Sir…I've already told you that I have a soft spot for the lunatic fringe…that does include the kinky stuff sometimes, Sir." She leaned forward as she spoke, her voice almost taking on a seductive tone now. She was so over the line…and she knew it.

His erection jerked at the thought of kinky sex with Carter. "Would that include a little rough sex and bondage for our innocent Miss- Major-Doctor-Carter?"

"It might include whatever was being offered to me." She ran her tongue across her lips as she spoke. They were so close now. Only an inch or maybe two separated their faces.

`Whoa...' Jack thought, `How did we get into this?' He shook his head… he had already waded into the swamp, so he might as well finish the discussion. Maybe he could find a related topic to clear the steam from the room. `Ah…room. Yes…that's it…leaving it in the room.'

He smiled and continued. "It's a shame that all those years back you decided you wanted to `leave it in the room'…we could have had some fun, I think."

"If you recall, I didn't say what room. I could have meant let's leave it in the bedroom, instead of discussing it there. You decided I meant to leave it in THAT room." She slipped a finger into her mouth and sucked softly on the tip.

Jack swallowed hard. "You mean…all I had to do…?"

She stood to leave, "If that's all, Sir. I'll be going. I'll leave you with your hard—I mean difficult problem to take care of yourself." She flashed a grin and hurried from the office. Jack was unable to speak; his brain denied adequate blood flow as it had all been redirected to his crotch.

***

She had several errands to run, and it was dark before Sam arrived home. She had to set her packages down on the porch to unlock the door; then, she left the door standing open as she picked up the parcels and carried them into the house. As shhe turned she caught faint movement in her peripheral vision as someone entered her house and closed the front door, but it was too late to react. She was grabbed and pushed against the foyer wall.

A voice whispered in her ear, "Be quiet bitch and you won't be hurt."

Sam's mind was screaming, looking for a way to overcome her assailant. Suddenly, she recognized the voice and scent of the intruder. The cold shiver of fear was replaced by the warm tingle of anticipation. He tied her hands behind her and reached over her head to cover her eyes with a blindfold. He whispered in her ear. "I don't want to gag you…I have other uses for that pretty mouth."

She was led through the house and down the stairs to her basement. As she heard a door creak, she realized she was being taken into a room she used for storage…a room that also had a spare bed set up in it. The bed Orlin had used when he had stayed with her. Once inside she was roughly pushed onto the bed and her hands were tied to the headboard. She felt him move closer and straddle her upper chest. Then she heard the sound of a zipper and was struck in the face by warm hard flesh—a penis. "Open your mouth slut and suck it!" He poked her lips with the tip of his dick. "Suck me…and if you bite me…I'll make you pay. Now suck…and you better make it good."

Sam opened her mouth and accepted the hot, hard cock, trying to control the depth to which he pushed it. She sucked hard on the head and rolled her tongue over and under, giving extra attention to massaging the glans with the tip of her tongue. She heard him catch his breath and she smiled.

"Wipe that shitty grin off your face. You think you give good head, huh? Well you're nothing." The intruder slid off of her and moved to the foot of the bed and pulled off her boots and socks. Then, moved to her waist to unfasten her jeans. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled both her jeans and panties off in several jerking motions—his nails scratching at the skin of her hips and thighs.

She felt him move onto the bed. Forcefully, he flexed her legs and pushed her knees apart. Sam was aching with anticipation. She felt his teeth and tongue on her inner thigh and she moved her legs to wrap them around him and hold him, but he was too quick—and she was at a disadvantage with the blindfold.

He moved to her side and his hot breath washed over her ear. "I can see you're going to have to be made to cooperate. You force me to do this." Untying her hands from the headboard, he pulled her to stand beside the bed. He removed her jacket; then grabbed the tail of her shirt and pulled it off over her head—not bothering with the buttons. Sam jerked when she felt cold metal—a knife blade—against the skin of her belly. He slid it up her abdomen and between her breasts; then, jerked it forward to cut open the front of her bra.

He moved again and she heard the bed creak. Next he pulled her up to stand on the mattress in the center of the bed. "Lift your arms," he commanded. She slowly raised her arms over her head…her bra still hanging over her shoulders. She realized that he was tying her hands to the pipes in the ceiling of the basement. This room had never been completely finished and the pipes were exposed overhead. She felt the bed shift again, he had moved off the bed…and then back on.

Suddenly she felt a faint tickle around her belly button. What…? A feather. Yes…a feather being dragged lightly over her skin. Hot breath warmed her right nipple seconds before he took it into his teeth, biting and scraping. It immediately hardened with excitement. He pinched and twisted the other nipple. It was a most exquisite pain that made her core throb.

Sam lurched against her restraints when a new sensation was added. Something…a hand maybe with a metal studded glove, was tracing patterns over her back and buttocks; then continuing down her thigh and back up the inside. She felt goose bumps form where the studs touched her; then the prickly sensation spread out across her entire body. Her reaction elicited a dark chuckle from her assailant. "So you like that?" he whispered into her ear.

She heard something drop onto the bed…then, two bare hands grasped her ass, she knew it was the glove that had been discarded. She was being lifted up, the restraints biting into her wrists as more of her weight pulled on them. Sam quickly wrapped the tail of her fabric bindings around the pipe and grabbed the metal, using her grip to support her and protect her wrists. Her movements made it easier for him to raise her. He lifted, sliding his hands under her thighs to separate them. She felt him moving in closer to her—felt the head of his erection graze the inside of her thigh. He spread her wide…almost painfully so, opening her fully to him. And with one strong thrust, he drove his cock deep into her core.

Sam cried out. She thought she had been ready…and for a typical penetration where she was slowly allowed time to adjust…she would have been, but she was not ready to accept his size in a single thrust. Fortunately, he had stilled momentarily—maybe sensing her discomfort—maybe just reveling in his own sensation, but he waited until she began to relax.

"Wrap your legs around me!" he barked the command and she obeyed. He began to move inside her, thrusting his hard shaft into her. She could feel him against her body. He was still clothed. The fabric of his shirt rubbed and excited her nipples and the open zipper of his fly scraped her inner thighs. He moved his hands to her ass to support her and massage her. He fingered her asshole making her involuntarily tighten her internal muscles around his shaft.

Finally, Sam was wet. She could feel her juices sticking to their skin as they slapped together. He whispered to her, "Talk dirty to me. Tell me how you want me to fuck you. How bad you want it…how bad you need to come. Tell me, you little slut."

Sam was getting close. She knew it would soon be over for her. Then, what would he do next? "I want you to fuck me harder. Slam your cock into me like you're trying to reach my tonsils through my twat. Fuck me, fast and hard. Make me scream and beg you to stop."

He chuckled, "I can soooooooo do that." And he began to pick up the pace, stretching her swollen slit with each forceful thrust.

Sam arms were tiring and she relaxed her grip a bit, lowering herself to him more in the process and allowing him to thrust even deeper. She dropped her head back and cried out, "I'm gonna come…Oh, fuck me… Oh…Oh…Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" She contracted forcefully around him, spurting her hot juices out of her vagina to wash down his thighs inside his jeans.

He thrust once…twice more before exploding inside her. The hot splash of his seed within her caused her to suck in her breath and convulse again. She could feel the sticky wetness between their bodies. Panting, he whispered to her, "Keep your legs around me." He reached over her head to undo her bindings; then slid his hands to her back to support her. He lowered them both to the bed and lay heavily on her for a moment.

When he shifted, he slid down her body to rest between her open thighs. Lowering his mouth to her swollen folds, he began to lick away the fluids accumulated there. He spread her open with his fingers and stuck his tongue deep inside, recovering every bit of fluid as he sucked at her open slit.

His touch was exciting her—awakening the need again. Sam wrapped her fingers in his hair. She began to squirm. "Please, I need you…more. Take me, again. Fuck me, again." He laughed a deep growl of a laugh and moved his lips to her clit, slipping 2 fingers into her vagina, he began to move them. She writhed beneath his touch. Within seconds, he had to hold her down to keep her on the bed. She arched high off the mattress as she came again, screaming, "Jaaaccckkkk!"

He slid back up her body and took her lips in a kiss, the first since he had entered her house. She parted her lips and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. Sam was amazed at the taste. Her juices, his semen and their saliva mingled together in a wonder mix that could only be described as the taste of good sex. He broke the kiss and whispered, "I really like THIS room. Now, lie still" Then he slid off the bed. A few moments later, she realized she was alone. Removing the blindfold she confirmed—he was gone from her house.

***

Concludes in "A Change in Command"

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