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This Thing Called Love
Because of the link between the two, Gwenyth was convinced that they could ‘experience’ the same ‘vision’. She had them hold hands, aware that this was how they entered one another’s dreams. When she was content that both Casey and Daniel were ‘under’, she began to speak softly. "Go back, go into that throne room. Walk in, look around. There is no danger, there is nothing that can hurt you. Neferteri cannot and will not harm you; do you understand?"
"Good. Daniel, what do you see?"
"The Jaffa are bringing Casey and Jack and Teal'c in."
"How do they look, what are their expressions?"
"Jack looks totally pissed, Teal'c has that scowl on his face…" his voice faded. "Oh, god, her eyes," he said softly. "She’s so hurt, so confused…so scared…" again his voice faded.
"Casey, what do you see?"
"He’s standing there, with his arms around her…he’s looking at me…so cold, so angry…his eyes are so cold and angry! He doesn’t…he doesn’t…oh god he doesn’t love me! I can’t see the love in his eyes…it’s gone!" she whispered, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks.
"Daniel," Gwenyth said softly, "what do you want to do?"
"I’ve got to get to her…I have to hold her…explain…please, babe, forgive me! You weren’t supposed to see this! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way! I love you, Angel, please believe me!"
"Casey, what do you want to do?"
"I…I don’t know…I want to touch him…hold him…but…"
"Daniel, follow your heart. Casey, follow your heart," Gwenyth instructed. She sat back, watched, and did what most psychologists never admitted to doing…she prayed.
In a throne room that existed only in their minds, Daniel pushed away from the Goa’uld, backhanding the dark haired woman as she grabbed for him. He raced toward his Wife. She stood looking at him, tears streaming down her face. When she realized that he was moving toward her, saw the love that once again filled his blue eyes, she flung herself into his arms. In Gwenyth’s office, they stood to their feet and reached for one another, he pulled her against him, held her tightly.
"I’m so sorry, babe, so sorry," he whispered, holding her against his chest. "You weren’t supposed to see this…weren’t supposed to suffer like this."
Her hands wreathed his face, brushed away the tears that fell from his eyes. "Shh…it’s all right. I understand. I forgive you. Just don’t stop loving me, please don’t stop loving me."
He pulled her tighter, his hand behind her neck, gently pushing her head against his shoulder. "Never, Angel. I could never stop loving you. I can’t live without you, Case. Can’t breathe without you. You’re everything to me…I belong to you heart, mind, body and soul. Forever, babe."
Casey raised her eyes to the platform, looked into the furious brown eyes of the Goa’uld queen. "Go to hell, you bitch," she hissed. She reached for a side arm that was suddenly there.
Daniel had also looked up, was also reaching for a weapon that was suddenly available.
Shots rang out, the dark haired Goa’uld fell dead. Casey turned and buried her face against his shoulder.
"Let’s move out, campers," Jack said softly, in their vision.
Gwenyth, who had heard their spoken words, watched as they stood clinging to one another, as they lifted their hands as if holding weapons. When Daniel wrapped his arms around her, pulled her closer still, her face buried against his shoulder, and began to whisper in Casey’s ear, she knew it was over. "Casey, Daniel, I’m going to count slowly to five. When I reach five, you’ll wake up. You will remember everything that you saw, that you said, and that you did. One…two…three…four…five."
Casey looked up at him, smiled. "You hit her! You shot her! You left her side and you shot her!"
"Yeah, babe, I did. You got off a round or two yourself," he smiled.
"How do you feel, Casey?"
The young woman searched her heart, her soul. "Free," she said after a few minutes.
A A A A A A
Daniel had called Erin, and Emily was spending the night with her grandparents. He had taken Casey out for dinner, couldn’t stop grinning as he thought about what he was going to do to her…for her, in just a little while.
She knew that he was up to something, was hoping that it would be the ‘payback’ he had promised when she had tied him down to their bed and drove him out of his mind. She shivered just thinking about it.
They were sitting in front of the fireplace, a small fire burning cheerily on the hearth. They were sipping wine, talking of everything and nothing, simply enjoying one another’s company.
Daniel could wait no longer. "Stay here, my Little Slave, don’t move, and don’t turn around," he said quietly, trying to rein in his excitement.
She gave another shiver. "Yes, my sweet Master," she replied obediently.
He went into the den, pulled the book from underneath a pile of papers, checked a couple of details, then grinned broadly. When everything was ready, he grabbed the blindfold she had had him use when she danced for him at Carly’s studio, and one of his old ties. He stopped just behind the sofa. "Close your eyes."
She did so, smiling; her body already beginning to respond. She felt him slip something over her head…a blindfold! Yes!
He stood her up and undressed her, kissing and caressing her body as he did so, pulled her hands in front of her, then tied them securely with the old tie. "You’re mine, completely and totally," he said softly, whispering in her ear. "No one else can touch you and make you feel the way I can. No one." He moved to the other side, gently kissed her shoulder. "Who do you belong to, Angel?"
"You," she whispered. Always you, forever you, she thought, her heart racing, her body tingling.
"That’s right. Me. Who am I, Angel?"
"My Master." She smiled, he was following the book, using the dialogue that he must have memorized. What a complete turn-on!
"That’s right." He couldn’t help but grin as he watched the soft smile on her face, and the shiver that went down her spine. She was enjoying this as much as he was. "Always your Master. Forever your Master." He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He had taken time to light the candles, their scent filled the air, the bed was turned back, and the…tools… necessary for this…seduction…were within easy reach. He laid her face down on the bed, tied her hands to the headboard, hurriedly stripped off his own clothes, then poured oil on her back. He massaged her, running his hands all the way up her arms, even rubbing her hands, back down to her shoulders, her waist, her hips, her legs, all the way to her feet, where each individual toe received his attention. He untied her and gently rolled her over, tied her hands again, and repeated the procedure on the front of her, spending extra time on her breasts. That was to please himself. When he felt her body completely relaxed beneath his hands, he spread her legs wide, and cuffed her ankles to the footboard. He stood up, just looking at her for a moment, her body glistening in the candlelight. The sight was nearly enough to have him coming.
He settled his weight back on the bed, careful not to touch her, and grabbed the feather that he had ordered from a specialty store. "I don’t want you to move. Do you understand?"
She nodded. She knew what was coming. It would be a challenge to play her part. It would definitely be very arousing.
"Do you understand?" He repeated softly in her ear.
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
He could see that she was struggling to not grin. He couldn’t help but grin himself. He lightly touched the tip of the feather to her throat. She gasped and jumped. "I told you not to move."
"I’m sorry, Master, it’s…difficult," she said.
"I know, my Little Slave. Now, we’ll try again." He watched her body tense, waiting for the next touch. He ran the feather lightly over her nipples. She gasped again, her body shivered.
"Forgive me, Master," she said softly before he could say anything.
He didn’t know which was worse, the grin that wouldn’t leave his face, or his aching cock. "You’re being a very naughty Little Slave. Let’s try again." He swept the tip of the feather from the valley between her breasts to her navel. Her back came off the bed. "What am I to do with you, my Little Slave? Didn’t I tell you not to move?"
"Yes, Master, but it’s so hard to stay still," she replied.
He moved the feather from her navel to her pubic hair, just barely touching her with it. Again she writhed. "I’m going to have to punish you if you continue to disobey me," he said. He saw the smile that flickered over her face.
"I understand, Master."
He took the feather, ran it down one arm. She managed to remain still, although he could see it had been difficult. Now the tip of the feather went up her other arm. Again she stayed still, although her body was shaking with effort. He moved slightly, saw her body tense as she waited for the next touch of the feather. He moved it over the instep of her foot. She jerked. "You were doing so well, my Little Slave," he clucked.
"I’m sorry, Master." Her body was on fire, aching for his touch, for the sweet relief that only his body could bring her.
The feather went up her leg, over her thigh, teased the pink flesh that lay exposed to him. She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. He could see her body tense yet again, her breasts moving up and down as she began to breathe harder. He could smell her arousal now, making the ache in his groin worse. He grinned. He was the Master, if he needed a little bit of relief, well…he settled himself over her, laid his throbbing cock between her breasts, pressed the soft orbs against his hot flesh and began to move. Oh, god…it felt so good! She was smiling now.
Her heart was pounding when she felt him settle himself over her, felt him lay his throbbing cock between her breasts. She loved it when he made love to her breasts this way, it stimulated her as much as it did him. She loved to see him come, that excited her as well. "Please, Master, let me watch you come," she begged.
"Ah, that’s your punishment, my Little Slave. You stay blindfolded," he said. He wished he could stop grinning, his cheeks were starting to hurt. But this was just too damned much fun…and so freaking erotic! He sped up his movements, and in just a matter of a few minutes he was shooting hot come all over her neck. He watched her for a moment, remembered the very first time they had done this, then made his decision. He ran his fingers through the warm fluid, put them to her lips. She licked each finger clean. What an absolute turn on, he thought, his cock already rising again. Sweet Jesus, this woman is amazing! He reached for a tissue, gently cleaned her off. Now, maybe he could do this without losing his mind…maybe.
He grabbed the feather, settled beside her again. Her body tensed…she waited. He could tell she was listening, trying to figure out where he was going to touch her. Too much fun, he thought again, this is just way too much fun. The feather dipped down and touched her sensitive belly. She flinched, her flat belly rippled. "Ah, ah, ah…you aren’t supposed to move."
"Why do you torture me so, Master?" she asked, her breath coming faster.
"I'm not torturing you, my Little Slave. I’m teasing you. Just as you tease me."
"Please, Master…I need…"
"You need what, Angel? For me to touch you? Like this?" His hand moved to her breast, massaged it, tugged at the hard nipple.
"Yes!" she whispered. "More…please, Master!"
His fingers trailed to her belly, tugged at the platinum ring there, circled her navel, her belly rippling again. When his fingers brushed against the tight, dark blonde curls, her hips were already rising off of the bed to meet them. He grinned, let them trail down one thigh, up the other, coming close to her sweet pink flesh, but never touching it. "Is that what you wanted?"
She tossed her head from side to side. "Please, touch me…I need you to touch me," she begged.
The feather trailed along the glistening skin between her legs. She whimpered softly, her hips coming up off of the bed again. He leaned over, whispered in her ear. "You are not to move, Little Slave."
"Oh, Master, I can’t help it, I can’t stay still, I can’t," she moaned softly. The ache between her legs was almost painful now…deliciously, delightfully painful. She wondered if this was how he had felt the night she teased him so.
"Yes, you can, and you will." The feather went up her arm, ticked her palm, then moved down to her shoulder. He could see her straining to remain in one place. He moved the feather down her side, to her hip. Again, she fought to remain still. She was covered with a sheen of perspiration now, her breath coming in gasps. He decided to indulge himself once more, and leaned over and captured a hard nipple in his mouth. His hand moved to her other breast, and he began to make love to her. Her body was rising up to meet his lips, she was trying to force more of her breast into his mouth. She moaned softly as he tugged on her nipple with his teeth.
He was driving her totally out of her mind. That he had total control over her, over everything that happened to her, made the excitement even greater. She had no fear; only need, desire. Her hands were fighting the tie, she wanted, needed to run her fingers through his hair as he suckled. His lips trailed a moist path to her stomach, where he teased her sensitive belly again. When she felt him leaving kisses against the soft hair on her mons, her hips moved up to greet him. She nearly cried out in dismay when she felt him pull away. She needed his touch so badly!
Daniel slid down and looked at her, that tender flesh pink and swollen and wet with the honey that poured from her sweet well. He reached a finger out, ran it over her, lifted the nectar to his lips. His touch made her jerk against her restraints. He situated himself between her legs and began to worship her. He licked her from top to bottom again and again, licked the honey straight from her warm well, finally let his tongue flick against her hard, swollen clit. Her hips were in constant motion now, and she was whimpering with need. "You like that, don’t you Little Slave?"
"Oh, god, yes, Master," she replied, panting heavily.
His mouth clamped down on her, he slid two fingers into her and began to stroke her.
"Yes!" she hissed, her hips rocking against him.
He felt her thighs begin to quiver. He pulled away from her.
"No! Oh, please, Daniel! Oh, god, let me come!"
Her pleas made him hard as a rock. It was time. "Don’t you dare move until I tell you to," he said softly, a warning tone to his voice.
"I understand, Master, I won’t move," she promised.
He uncuffed her ankles, untied her hands. She remained exactly as he had placed her. "Good girl. I’m going to roll you over, I want you to get up on your hands and knees."
"Yes, Master," She replied.
He helped her roll over, positioned her where he wanted her, retied her hands to the headboard. He ran his hands over her hips, letting his fingers brush that swollen pink flesh lightly, but not often. Her entire body was trembling. He anointed himself with the body oil, then carefully lubricated her sweet, tight back door. She started at the touch, then pushed back against him as his fingers made her ready for his entrance. He pulled away from her, just looked at her for a minute. She was so ready for this…he couldn’t help but shiver thinking about the pleasure he was about to give her. He reached for Barney, slipped the brand-new vibrator ring on it, made sure it was where it needed to be, and the slipped it into her.
"Oh, god!" she moaned, her back arching as the cool latex toy entered her body. When he pushed it all the way in, she could feel something…different, something that pushed up against her swollen, aching clit. Her body was on fire, her need nearly driving her totally insane. With what little coherent thought she had left she swore to do something this terribly wonderful for him. She felt him push against her ass, she sighed when he slid into her. Finally! she thought. She had been aching for his touch, needed to feel him inside her. He began moving slowly, pushing deep inside her, pulling nearly all the way out.
"How’s that, my Little Slave?" he asked softly.
"It’s wonderful, Master," she replied. She was so close, but with her hands still tied, she couldn’t touch herself, and she was aching to do so.
He reached down and hit the tiny switches on the vibrators. He wasn’t prepared for her reaction. She let out a soft scream, and bucked so hard she nearly dislodged him from her body and off of his knees.
The stimulation was almost more than she could take. The vibrator in her warm, wet well set off her orgasm, and the tiny vibrator in the ring against her clit kept it going. "Now, Daniel," she panted, her voice tight and strained, "Now!"
He pounded into her sweet ass, the vibrations affecting him as well. It didn’t take him long to sail over the edge into the sea of ecstasy, coming hard and long, but before he could turn off the vibrators, she tossed her head back, screamed again, began shoving her hips back against him…then passed out. He turned them off, and gently pulled Barney from her body. It literally dripped with her honey. He pulled out of her, grabbed tissues to catch his deposit, untied her hands, and removed the blindfold. He carried her unconscious form into the bathroom, held her while he got the water warm for their bath. She stirred just as he was settling into the water, her back pressed against his chest. "Are you okay?" he asked, a slight frown on his face.
She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to kiss him or hit him. "I have never felt anything like that in my life!" she declared, still not completely coherent.
"I…uh…babe, I didn’t know that you would…are you okay?" he asked again. He hadn’t expected her to pass out - her screams he had hoped for...but rendering her unconscious hadn't been on his agenda!
She started giggling. "And you say I’m out to kill you!" She shifted until she was facing him. She lifted a still trembling hand to his face, then kissed him. "Daniel, that was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. And if you ever do that to me again, I swear to all of the gods that I will find a way to kill you in bed," she swore.
He laughed. "I don’t doubt that you will. Are you okay?" he asked for a third time.
She put her head against his shoulder. "Yes, Sweetheart, I’m okay."
When he began to wash her, she jumped at his touch, her body still hyper-sensitive. "Babe, are you sure that you’re all right?"
She giggled. "I just had an orgasm that knocked me out. I’m going to be a little weak-kneed and sensitive for awhile. Just until my Quickening can take care of it."
"Casey, I never meant for that to happen. I just wanted you to have an incredible orgasm or two," he said softly.
She looked at him and smiled. "Incredible just doesn’t seem to cover what I experienced tonight. I don’t think they would have been that…strong…if you hadn’t spent so much time…torturing me. I was so aroused…I don’t think I’ve ever been that aroused. Uh…you did…enjoy it too, right?"
"Yeah, babe, I did. Right up to the minute you passed out."
"So are you going to explain what the hell that…thing...was?"
He grinned. "Vibrator ring."
"Uh huh. When did you get it?"
She giggled again. "Daniel, I’m starting to worry about us. Forty-three years and we didn’t have toy one. Now…at this rate we could wind up with whips and chains!"
He laughed again. "I doubt it. I’m not into pain, and neither are you."
"Yeah, but seeing you in nothing but leather chaps…and maybe…" she shivered. "Good lord, I’m kinky!"
He cracked up, kissed her cheek. "I’m right there with you, babe."
He jerked. "You knew?"
"Sweetheart, I…uh…saw the book on your desk. I recognized the moves, because I’ve read it six times."
He grinned. "Yeah, the sex is smokin’ in it. How can you read that and not be affected?"
She smiled at him. "Who says I’m not?" She stood and grabbed the towels. "I am exhausted. You can clean up. I’m going to bed." With a smile, she walked out of the bathroom.
When he walked into the bedroom a mere three minutes later, she was already asleep. He took the toys and cleaned them, put them, the cuffs and the body oil back in the drawer. He looked at the tie for a minute, dropped it in as well. When he crawled into bed she immediately shifted toward him. He pulled her close. And began to wonder what she would do to him.
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