Blindfold by LilFerret

Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: Not making a sound was…torture.
Rated: Adult/NC17
Categories: PWP, Femslash
Characters/Ship: Vala Mal Doran/Sam Carter
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Graphic sex, Slight Kink (BDSM)
Completed: Yes
Word count: 882
Published: 05/14/09
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


Here at Area 52...

Blindfold

The door closed and Sam turned her head, forgetting too late that she couldn’t see. Her tongue swept across slightly parched lips, waiting…anticipating…listening. She clenched and unclenched her hands, wincing only slightly when the metal of the handcuffs dug into her wrists a little too deeply.

She heard the rustling of clothing and couldn’t help but smile, knowing it was being shed, and sensing the moment each article hit the floor. A wisp of air brushed across her bare chest and her nipples tightened in response. She shifted slightly on the bed, trying to adjust to the sudden rush of arousal that flooded her system. She knew she should be tired. They’d already done so many wicked, delicious things that afternoon. But she was still craving more.

There was another sound of rustling and Sam’s eyebrows furrowed. That was…strange. She knew she’d heard the last of the clothing fall. Surely she wouldn’t have missed it?

“I think you’re going to like what I have for you, Samantha.” She knew better than to respond. It was part of the game. How long could she last without making a sound? “This came highly recommended.”

She swallowed the growing lump in her throat, biting back a gasp when she felt drops of thick liquid begin to rain down onto her breasts. Warm hands soon followed, smoothing the substance over her skin, thumbs and forefingers plucking at her nipples and teasing them into firm peaks. Her head rolled slightly, side to side, and she bit her lip. Not making a sound was…torture.

Sam felt the bed dip and a leg slide between hers. She barely kept the groan from escaping when a knee bumped against her sex, gently at first, and then with more obvious intent. She fought to keep her body still, to avoid grinding against the glorious hardness between her legs.

“You want to move.” It was a statement, not a question. She breathed slowly, trying to calm her nerves. “You want to come.”

She began to catch the slightest smell of something sweet. She knew the fragrance, she just couldn’t… Honey? Dear God, there were lips on her breasts, suckling her, making her brain shut down nearly instantly. She lifted her chin and dug her head back into the pillow as far as it would go, her eyes tightly closed despite the blindfold. The knee against her sex was replaced with a hand, experienced fingers entering her already-soaked sex and stroking deftly.

“Do you want it, Samantha?” Torture. Pure torture. “What about this?”

The hand moved away from her and was replaced with yet another object, although this time Sam was shocked at what she felt. Something hard and…plastic? Dear God, it was a…

“The woman at the store said she uses one of these on her girlfriend.”

…vibrator! Sam locked her jaw, willing herself not to scream when the toy was inserted all the way, an appendage bumping into her clit and not moving. They’d never used a vibrator before. It seemed almost…too common.

The toy was switched on, and Sam nearly jumped off the bed, the sensations within her and outside of her nearly too much to bear. She felt a tear pass her eyelids and she shook, never before having been so stimulated, so quickly. A wet tongue lapped at the honey covering her breasts, only adding to the waves of pleasure threatening to break over her body.
When she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more she felt yet another object brush against her. This time she knew the texture, and she pleaded silently for the moment she could let go. The moment she could make a noise.

The object grazed her sex, dragging moisture to its final destination, and she lifted her hips only slightly. Knowing fingers slid it home, and as lips once again attacked her breasts, teeth tugging on a turgid bud, both hands worked the objects between her legs. She let out a feral cry, shattering into a thousand pieces so small she wasn’t sure she’d ever be put back together.

She was still writhing on the vibrator and plug, the last of the honey cleaned away by lips, teeth, tongue, and as the toys were removed, one by one, she felt their losses significantly. She ached to have them back, creating their special brand of torture. She’d come so many times that day she’d lost count, and yet, she still wanted more.

“Vala…” she breathed, finding her voice.

“Shh, Samantha,” her mistress crooned, kissing slowly along her throat, up her chin, and eventually to her lips where she shared the taste of honey. “You should rest now. I’ll be back later.”

Sam wanted to protest, wanted to beg to be allowed out of her restraints long enough to enjoy and pleasure the woman who was bring her so much ecstasy. But she found she was simply too tired to struggle. She felt her limbs relax into the mattress, the amazing tingles she’d felt a moment before beginning to ebb. And as she closed her eyes beneath the blindfold she licked her lips, savoring the honey her girlfriend had left behind.

Oh yeah, she thought as she drifted off to sleep with a smile, next time, she was giving Vala as good as she got.

I now return you to your regularly scheduled program...