Category: Angst, PWP
Spoilers: Through "Good Intentions"
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Here's part two of "The Road to Hell". I'm kinda having doubts about posting to ajmacfic because of the slight D/s elements (and yes, that is a warning). I wonder if this would be enough to get me on theblacklist... nah. Compared to some of the
AJ smiled grimly. "Last chance, Colonel," he said. She walked over to the other door and locked it in response.
Suddenly, she felt strong hands spin her around. She was slammed against the door--not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to startle her. AJ's fingers threaded through her hair. His hand tightened into a fist, and he jerked her head back. She winced at the pain in her scalp, but did not move otherwise.
His lips crashed down upon hers fiercely. He bit at her lips, then licked them, soothing the marks. She whimpered as he ravaged her mouth with his tongue. When she began to respond to his kiss, he pulled away.
He sat in his big leather chair. "Stand in front of my desk," he commanded. Mac blinked, still trying to catch her breath. "Now, Colonel!" She jumped and hurried to do as he said. He smiled. "Strip."
Mac's eyes widened at the harsh, almost callous tone he used, but obeyed. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She slid it off her body and leaned over to pick it up. "Leave it."
"But-" she began to protest. That dress had been expensive, and she didn't want to leave it on the floor.
AJ was out of his chair and beside her in an instant. "Did I say you could talk, Colonel MacKenzie?" he purred dangerously. She shook her head, blushing. "What was that?"
"No, sir," she whispered, lowering her eyes.
AJ nodded and returned to his seat. He gestured for Mac to finish. She swallowed and reached behind herself again. Her hands trembled slightly as she unclasped her bra. Her shaking increased as she pulled down her panties and kicked them away.
Mac lifted her eyes to AJ's, and immediately regretted it. His eyes glittered with a predatory light... and she was the prey. She forced her hands to remain at her sides while he devoured her with his gaze.
AJ stood. He walked around Mac slowly, inspecting her. She gave a shuddering sigh as he traced the tattoo on her ass, and licked her lips as his breath tickled her ear. "Don't move," he whispered.
He pulled her toward him so that her back was flush against his chest. She squeaked and stiffened as he covered her breasts with his broad palms. She forced herself to remain completely still as he teased her hardened nipples with his fingertips. "Oh..." she moaned as his lips found the curve of her neck.
His hands moved over her stomach, to her hips, then her thighs. She groaned as AJ's fingers strayed toward the juncture of her thighs and moved away. AJ chuckled. "My, my, Colonel. So impatient." The sound of that deep, rich voice only served to arouse her even further.
AJ backed away, his hands leaving her entirely. Mac wanted to cry out, but was not sure what was allowed. She stared straight ahead, trying to focus her glassy, unseeing eyes.
AJ moved in front of Mac and tilted her chin up. "Very good, Colonel," he said. She wasn't sure why that small bit of praise made her so ridiculously happy. His lips brushed her nose, her cheeks, her forehead... She forgot to think. Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her lips gently, almost sweetly. Her hands moved to his uniform jacket. She jumped as his fingers wrapped around her wrists. Her eyes opened wide in shock.
"I told you not to move, Colonel," AJ growled. Mac realized that there was nothing sweet about this.
"I--I'm sorry, sir," she apologized.
"I'm sure you are," AJ agreed complacently. This only increased Mac's nervousness. He sat at his desk and held out his hand. "Come here." Mac walked toward AJ on shaking legs. He grasped Mac's arm and pulled her down so that she lay across his lap. She tensed as his right hand moved across her buttocks.
"Why did you move, Colonel?" he asked almost off-handedly. A finger stroked slowly between her thighs. She struggled to keep her breathing even.
"I--I don't know, sir," she panted. "I couldn't help myself." She whimpered slightly as his finger probed at her anus.
"You can move now, if you wish," he said kindly.
"Thank you, si--ir!" Mac yelped as AJ's questing hand slid against her slick flesh. She arched her back and spread her legs as he traced her hot, wet folds slowly.
"Tell me, Colonel. How long has it been since you've had sex?" AJ asked conversationally.
"Um... ah..." Mac stammered. AJ slid two fingers inside of her, and Mac struggled to think. "Two years and n-nine months," she finally responded.
"So there's no one right now?" AJ continued stroking her inner walls. Mac thrust her hips back, stimulating herself.
"No, sir. No one." She groaned as her sensitive nipples scraped against his wool pants.
"Good," he said, pulling his hand away.
Mac moaned in frustration. "Why?" she whimpered.
"I told you not to move, didn't I?" AJ replied mildly. Mac glared up at him as she slid off his lap. He looked amused by her small mutiny.
She reached for his belt buckle and undid it quickly. She pulled the belt out of the loops then unzipped his pants. Carefully, she released his hard, thick cock from its cloth confines.
She licked the tip of his erection and was rewarded with a quick indrawn breath. She couldn't hold back a small smile of triumph. She ran her fingers up and down the velvety skin of his cock, enjoying the sensation. She carefully cupped and kneaded his balls. Her teeth scraped his penis as she took it in her mouth, and he growled. Mac hummed in encouragement as AJ twined his fingers in her hair. AJ groaned at the vibration, and Mac hummed again, sucking hard.
Suddenly, Mac was hauled up and into AJ's lap again. She straddled him, her knees resting on the chair. She gripped AJ's shoulders and lowered herself slowly onto his rock-hard shaft. She sighed and shifted slightly when he was finally inside her.
His hands tightened on her hips. He lifted her up and plunged her back down again. They both moaned at the sensations coursing through them. Mac moved slowly and easily on AJ. She sped her pace as she got ever closer to her climax. Almost there... almost there...
She cried out as AJ lifted her off him. She trembled with need. He reached out and shoved a stack of papers off his desk, then pushed her down onto the flat surface. Mac shivered as her breasts came into contact with the cold, smooth wood. She moaned in relief when AJ swiftly entered her once more.
He pumped into her slowly... too slowly. She whimpered and tried to buck her hips backward. She leaned up on her arms and pushed back.
AJ forced her arms behind her back and pinned her wrists. Mac squealed in pain, which quickly abated. AJ stilled his movements and took a breath as if to speak. He changed his mind and began moving again, steadily pumping into her.
Mac gasped as AJ's arm snaked around her waist. His fingers pressed into her curls, avoiding her engorged clit. She bit her lip to keep herself from pleading for more.
"Do you enjoy this, Colonel?" AJ whispered into her ear. "Do you like being taken? Does it turn you on-give you that forbidden surge?" He deliberately brushed his fingers over her sensitive nub.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Yes... please..."
"What do you want, Colonel? What are you asking for?" AJ asked hotly.
"Please... fuck me... please... sir," she sobbed. "Oh... oh..." She couldn't control her cries any longer. "Please, more," she begged mindlessly. "Please..."
AJ pounded into her, faster and stronger. Mac gave herself up to the overwhelming sensations.
AJ bit down on her shoulder unexpectedly. Mac shrieked as the sudden pain pushed her over the edge. She shook with the force of her orgasm. AJ came with a muffled grunt, pulsing inside of her.
He released her arms and slumped into his chair, pulling her with him. They both struggled for breath. Mac closed her eyes and relaxed for a moment. She lifted a sore, tired arm and brushed hair off her sweaty face. "God," she sighed.
AJ snorted. "I doubt God had anything to do with this." Mac couldn't tell if he was more amused or angry.
Mac eased off of AJ's lap. When she was sure her legs would hold her, she walked slowly to her clothing, still piled on the floor. She stifled a cry as her thighs rubbed together, stimulating her still-sensitive clit.
Mac dressed in silence. When she turned around, AJ was back in uniform and picking up the papers strewn in front of his desk. Mac opened her mouth to speak, but wasn't sure what to say. "Good night, Admiral," she said finally, running her hands over her now-dry coat.
"Colonel..." AJ said as she turned to leave.
"I'm not going to tell anyone, believe me, sir." Mac blushed. The word 'sir' would never again have the same connotation with this man.
"That wasn't what I was going to say," AJ replied. "Actually... I was going to apologize."
"You don't need to--" Mac began.
"Not for that." AJ smiled slightly. He sighed, losing the smile. "For what I said earlier. Not only was it uncalled for, it was unnecessarily cruel."
"Admiral, I understand. You're hurting. I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place."
"But that doesn't mean I have the right to insult you like that," AJ scowled.
Mac grinned. "Don't worry. You more than made up for it." AJ let out a bark of laughter and shook his head. "Good night, sir," Mac said.
"Good night, Mac."
Mac smiled encouragingly and turned to the door. She fumbled with the lock, then turned the knob. She left the office and quickly closed the door behind her. She sighed and rubbed her face with her palm. "What the hell have I done?" She shook her head and left the building, completely forgetting what she had gone for in the first place.