What Carter Likes
by Rysler
Pairing: Jack/Janet/Sam
Warnings: NC17, PWP, Kink (Spanking, Mild Domination)
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siviusx's fault, again.
Janet struggled against the handcuffs that bound her to the headboard. She was pinned under a superior officer. He was fucking her mercilessly, pushing her into the bed with each swipe of his hips. The bed, military standard issue, squeaked rhythmically.
"More," Janet demanded. "I want more."
"You're in no position," Jack gasped, watching her struggle beneath him, "To negotiate." He wanted to focus on her muscle squeezing his cock, but her damn conversation distracted him. She knew it would make him last longer, which wasn't exactly his goal. He closed his eyes.
"It's to our mutual benefit." Janet moaned, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, "If you comply."
Doc Fraiser, who broached no argument in her professional life, liked to negotiate in bed. But you had to practically tie her up to get her to do it.
"Sir!"
The voice came from behind them. Sam stood in the doorway of Jack's quarters.
"Hi...Carter..." He attempted to greet her, but the sound came out as a gurgle. Janet was the one to beckon their lover coherently.
"Sam, sweetie. Come join us."
Sam shook her head. "I just came by to say...I'm going to go to the lab." She couldn't seem to take her eyes of them. "I have a project I really...shouldn't leave." Sam darted out and the door clicked shut behind her.
Jack looked down at Janet. "What was that about? It's not as if she hasn't seen us in bed before."
"Handcuffs," Janet reminded him. "I don't think she's into the kink."
Jack frowned. "But menage au trois is okay?"
"She loves us. Love and sex aren't the same thing," Janet pointed out.
"Finally, a woman who understands," Jack praised her.
Janet rolled her eyes even as she hooked her legs around Jack's thighs. "She's afraid. We'll have to coax her into trusting us." She pursed her lips. "I'll do that."
"Why do you get the sensitive chats?" Jack complained.
Janet smirked. "Because I'm the girl."
"You are so not a girl."
Janet arched under him, eager for the sensation of his chest against her nipples. "Uncuff me, Jack."
He looked suspiciously at her. Sweat poured off his back.
"Please," she keened, raising the pitch of her voice. "I need to touch you."
He got the key from the pillow and, balancing precariously on one arm, uncuffed each of her wrists. The steel clattered against the headboard.
Janet grabbed his waist, pulling him against her. "More," she begged. She drew him down, wanting his weight on top of her. He tried to comply, shuddering as their skin touched. She slapped his ass with one freed hand. "Ride me," she ordered. "That's it. Just like that."
He grunted and she spanked him again. Each time he flinched away from her hand he moved deliciously inside her. She came, twisting against the force of his body.
She continued to cajole him and guide him until he spilled into her, bellowing so loudly she was sure Sam could hear him wherever she'd fled to on the base. He rolled onto his back, catching his breath.
"When I said I wanted to be on top for once," he muttered, "I should have clarified."
Janet smiled demurely as she sat up and reached for her blouse. "I'll go tell Sam it's safe to come to bed."
* * *
Janet sat next to Sam in Sam's second laboratory. There were alien DNA specimens under the microscope. Janet was inducing chemical stimulation. Sam was running the computer analysis. The work was potentially life or death, but procedural, and handling the routine didn't engage their brain. Janet had decided to use their mental facilities for something else, and multitasked microbiology with exploring Sam's sexual fantasies.
Sam was alternately shocked, blushing, or uncomfortable, but she played along.
"Have you ever thought about..." Janet's forehead creased as she reset the magnification on the microscope. "Sucking my cock? Me sucking yours?"
Sam's eyes widened. "Isn't that why we have Jack?"
"I suppose." Janet exhaled. "Feet?"
"Smelly."
Janet looked dismayed, but continued. "Feathers?"
"Tickle."
"That's the point, Sam."
Sam frowned and kept typing. "Move on."
Janet read off the last of the readings from the microscope. Sam typed them in. "Okay, it'll take a half hour to crunch the data."
"Waiting, then. My favorite part." Janet snorted, and then returned to the topic. "Cross-dressing?"
"That was my entire childhood." Sam looked at the ceiling.
"Bondage?"
Sam pushed back from the keyboard and hugged herself. "I spent a lot of time off-world in captivity. I--" She glanced at Janet out of the corner of her eye. "When I saw you with Colonel O'Neill, I could only think of rescuing you. I would always...rescue you." She sighed.
Janet rubbed her back. "Okay. We're just looking for hits and misses here, Sam." She dampened her lips. "Spanking?" She felt Sam tense under her hand.
"Was I bad?" Sam joked.
"Do you want to be bad?"
Sam froze. Janet continued to stroke rigid muscles until Sam managed to say, "Next."
"Breasts?"
Sam blinked. "Breasts aren't kinky."
"Oh, but they can be."
Their conversation went on, Janet easing Sam back onto comfortable topics, until the computer beeped.
* * *
Janet used her penlight to peer into Jack's left ear as she cleared him for a mission. "Talked to Sam," she murmured, running one finger down his earlobe.
"All right." Jack grinned. "What does she like?"
Janet turned to look into his other ear. "Spanking." She kept her voice low. "I think. You'll need to verify it."
"What's the safe word?"
"We didn't get that far." Janet stepped back, so he could see her face. She tucked the penlight into her lab coat's back pocket.
"There's no safe word?" Jack frowned as he reached for his tactical vest.
"Small steps, Colonel. If I told her she needed a safe word she'd start wondering what for. Now." Janet moved impatiently toward the next bed where Teal'c was waiting impassively. "I've got patients."
Jack hopped off the bed, and watched her walk away. "How the hell," he asked, his
tone too quiet to hear. "Am I gonna figure out if Carter likes spankings?" He shook his head and headed to the gateroom.
* * *
Jack led his team through the Stargate. They emerged on the other side to a scene exactly as the MALP had shown them, although now he could feel the heat of the planet's twin suns and taste the air. Daniel and Teal'c trotted down ancient steps--Daniel eager to study the stone formations ahead of them and Teal'c eager to secure the area. Jack and Sam ambled after them.
"Looking forward to this one, Carter?" Jack asked, swatting Sam's ass.
"Sir!" She whirled to face him, her face turning red. She gingerly touched her rear to see if he'd caused any damage.
Daniel and Teal'c looked back briefly at them, but seemed to conclude they were just bickering, and turned back to their work.
"C'mon, Carter." Jack shrugged. "All in good fun."
"Not," she growled, "On a mission."
"Some other time, then?" He called after her as she scrambled down the stairs. She yanked her hand away from her ass to give him the finger.
"Oh, yeah," he grinned, as he ambled after his team. "She totally liked that."
As the mission continued, he caught her touching her ass a few more times. Revisiting the memory, he concluded. He couldn't wait to get back to the base and inform Janet. Luckily, Daniel interpreted his impatience as boredom rather than aroused anticipation.
* * *
SG-1 returned from the mission relatively unscathed, but Daniel had a rash and Jack was starting to itch, so Janet took blood samples from each man and sent them to shower, after Jack had discreetly informed Janet that Sam was receptive to their plans. Sam and Teal'c stayed to debrief her and unpack the plant specimens they'd brought along.
"Sam, could you take those test tubes to the iso room, please?" Janet asked distractedly, as she scraped a layer of wax off an African-violet-like leaf.
Sam stepped toward the table. "Sure."
Janet grunted a thank you as she slid the plant piece onto a microscope slide.
"Hey, Janet," Sam said, hefting the container of vials. "Did you talk to Jack about our conversation?"
Janet put the slide cover on. "Probably, why?"
"He just--" Sam swallowed. "I--"
"Hey, Sam," Janet said, "Get those to the lab, first."
"Right." Sam turned, and then hesitated. "But he--"
"Sam."
"Did you--"
"Go, already." Janet chuckled and pinched Sam's rear. Sam yelped. The test tubes flew out of her hands. As they shattered on the concrete floor, Janet looked up at Sam with surprise.
"I'm sorry, Janet." Sam nearly whimpered. "They slipped out of my hands." She was standing still, not wanting to crush the glass further with her boots, as an orderly rushed to get a hand-held vacuum.
Janet put her hand on Sam's arm. "It's--" She almost said okay, but paused, biting her lip. "Sam." She dropped her hand.
Sam blinked at her, still unmoving as her boots were vacuumed. "I'm sorry." She repeated.
"We'll talk about it later," Janet insisted.
Sam stepped forward as soon as it was safe, and whispered to Janet, "I know how much those things are worth. You're not going to report me, are you?"
Janet slipped an arm around Sam's waist, stepping on her tiptoes to whisper, "You just cost me an hour of work, not to mention having to deal with the Colonel again. You'll need to be punished."
"Oh god." Sam closed her eyes.
* * *
"You don't still have a rash, do you?" Sam asked Jack, who was sitting too close to her television set, playing the Nintendo she'd purchased for Cassandra. They were at Sam's house, waiting for Janet to play mother at home before heading over. 10 o'clock was approaching and Sam was growing more restless by the minute.
"I told you," Jack grumbled, "No rash. No itching. No transference."
Sam exhaled. "I don't think I'm getting laid tonight anyway. Janet was too pissed this afternoon."
"You really trashed her infirmary?" Jack smirked.
"Just a couple of test tubes!" Sam sighed. "She said she was going to punish me. Do you think she's going to make me watch, or something? Or stand in the corner?"
Jack shifted his seat. "I dunno, Carter."
"I'm so in trouble." Sam leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes.
Jack dropped his hand into his lap.
Sam had finally been coaxed into dueling Jack in Streetfighter when Janet came in an hour later. When they heard her drop keys on the table in the hallway Sam paused the game and Jack turned off the television set, before getting to his feet.
Janet smiled, coming into the room, kicking off her heels as she walked. Jack bent down and Janet lifted herself on her stocking toes. They kissed, their lips brushing lightly. Jack lowered Janet back to the ground.
She turned to Sam, who stepped forward nervously, a lopsided grin on her face.
"Hi, Sam," Janet said softly, moving toward her.
"Hey." Sam exhaled, her breath ruffling Janet's hair as Janet slid her arms around Sam's waist.
"I'm not mad, sweetheart," Janet said, and felt Sam's embrace tighten. She buried her face in Sam's shoulder, inhaling the scent of raspberry soap and nervous sweat.
Sam rested her cheek on the top of Janet's head. "You're not?"
"No, of course not." She ran her hands up Sam's back. "But you will need to be punished."
"Punished?" Sam lifted her head. She considered retreating, but felt Jack's hands on her shoulders.
Janet pressed her lips against Sam's neck before whispering, "Just so it doesn't happen again." Her teeth grazed flesh. "Do you understand?"
"I--" Sam swallowed. She felt Janet's hands travel lower, over her ass. Jack pressed himself against her, already half-hard. "Punishment?" She echoed, incredulously.
Janet squeezed Sam's cheek, then slid her hand down Sam's thigh. "I believe in giving you your medicine with candy." Sam grinned, until Janet continued, "You'll have to trust us."
Sam's expression faltered.
Janet traced a path to Sam's front, rubbing her stomach through the thin shirt. "Do you trust us?"
Sam felt Jack nuzzling her hair. If there had been a time when she'd had a choice in this, it had passed. She closed her eyes and nodded.
"I love you." Janet cupped Sam's cheek, drawing her chin up. "Look at me."
Sam met Janet's gaze. "I trust you."
Janet leaned in, brushing her mouth against Sam's lips. She drew back.
Sam's cheek trembled under Janet's hand. "Okay."
Janet kissed her again, then tucked her head into the crook of Sam's neck. Sam's arms awkwardly encircled her shoulders. "You're going to make me so happy," Janet murmured. She shifted, so she could hear Sam's heartbeat.
Sam held her lover close. She felt Jack's hands encircle her waist, and then felt his fingers work themselves into the hem of her jeans, opening the top button. She twisted, but his hand was insistent on her zipper and his cock pushed against her ass.
"Be still, sweetheart," Janet commanded, drawing back from Sam's shoulder. She untucked Sam's shirt from the loose jeans, and smoothed the fabric. Her palms brushed Sam's breasts but didn't linger, even though Sam leaned forward, hoping to bargain for more caresses.
"Hold still," Janet barked. She stepped back and Sam sagged into Jack's arms. They watched Janet walk over to the couch and spread the afghan out over the cushions before settling into the corner.
Jack yanked Sam's jeans down to her thighs. "Ready?"
Janet nodded, one forearm resting on the arm of the couch.
"What are--?" Sam stumbled as Jack led her. Her shirttails brushed her bare thighs, but her pants around her knees made it difficult to walk and she still had her underwear on. Plain white cotton, because she'd expected a quiet night at home with her partners.
"Sshssh, Sam," Jack said, as he settled onto the couch. He sat on the middle cushion, a foot away from Janet, and held Sam's hand, so that she stood in front of them. Janet leaned forward and lifted Sam's shirt, examining the stain on her panties. The cotton was translucent, revealing shadows between Sam's legs.
Sam frowned, feeling exposed, even though she had most of her clothes on, even though they had seen her naked before. "I'm not sure I like this..." Her voice trailed off as Janet's hand, which had been tickling her side as she held the shirt up, stopped moving.
"Of course not," Janet answered. "You're being punished, Sam."
Sam blushed. She glanced at Jack, who had one arm slung over the back of the couch, and the other in his lap, drawing attention to the prominent bulge in his pants. He merely grinned at her, and she looked back at Janet with an expression of resignation.
"Push down your panties." Janet said.
"Why?" Sam spoke the word without thinking, and then flinched, watching Janet's expression harden. Without needing to be told again, she pushed her panties down where her jeans bunched at her thighs, flushing as she felt the trail of wetness drawn across her skin.
She heard Janet's sharp intake of breath before Jack's hands were on her hips, drawing her to the couch. She tripped, only the four arms of her lovers saving her, guiding her face forward on the couch. Her waist was over Jack, his covered penis jutting almost painfully against her hip. Her head was in Janet's lap. She felt Janet's hands in her hair and whimpered. The contortion of her body was uncomfortable.
"Sam, wrap your arms around me." Janet crooned, helping Sam reposition herself. Sam linked her hands together at the small of Janet's back. Her face was buried in Janet's skirt, and she was trying not to think about her lower body, about the cool breeze from the air conditioner strafing the only part of her that was exposed. She could smell Janet's arousal, and inhaled deeply. Jack shifted, so that his cock was more comfortably positioned between her legs.
They were aroused as she was, so this was about sex, Sam reasoned. Not--Jack's hand began to stroke her ass--Oh god, they were going to spank her.
"No..." She pleaded, her voice muffled in polyester.
One of Janet's hands slid from her hair to her cheek, caressing gently. "It's okay, Sam. You need to be punished, but we're right here with you."
Sam exhaled, and felt the first slap of Jack's hand against her rear. He hadn't hit her very hard, and she relaxed a little.
"See, Sam?" Janet's thumb ran along her cheekbone. "That wasn't so bad. You just have to learn not to be so clumsy. Lives are at stake."
"I would never hurt anyone," Sam said softly.
Jack spanked her again. The blow was harder this time, and her ass quivered. His hand connected with a loud crack and she jerked away from it, rubbing her stomach over his tented pants.
"Hold still, sweetheart," Janet urged her.
Sam cringed when Jack swatted her again. Her rear stung where his hand made contact, and each blow only made it worse. "It hurts," she pleaded. Tears came unbidden to her eyes.
"Just a few more, Sam," Janet said. "Just ten more, okay?"
Sam felt Janet's hand leave her cheek. She was momentarily alone, completely helpless across Jack's lap as he spanked her. She heard the sound of fabric rustling above her, but the spanking distracted her, and she slid against his lap, unable to heed his demands that she stay still.
Janet tugged gently at Sam's arm. Sam shifted, unlinking her fingers and reaching around awkwardly. Janet took her hand, and as Jack landed another spank, guided her fingers up. Her free hand rubbed Sam's back. "It's okay, Sam," Janet whispered, as she guided Sam's hand to her bared breast. "I'm here."
Sam sighed, exploring the soft, warm weight in her hand. She squeezed Janet, toying with the hard nipple. The pain in her bottom was diminished, and she noticed Jack's counting was nearing ten. She gritted her teeth, determined to bear the last blows. Janet gasped and pressed Sam's hand against her breast. Sam realized, belatedly, that Janet had a perfect view of her exposed ass. The thought excited her and she tugged on Janet's nipple.
Janet drew Sam's hand up, licking the tips of her fingers before guiding it back to her breast. "Ten," Jack called. He was hoarse from his efforts, and his cock was steel under Sam's thigh. His palm landed on her ass and she lurched forward, deeper into Janet's embrace.
"Good, Sam," Janet whispered. "You were such a good girl for that." Sam smiled faintly as Janet urged her hand back to her waist. She could feel Jack panting behind her. "Jack," Janet whispered with a lover's tone, a different voice than she had been using to comfort Sam. "I want..." She faltered.
"Anything," came Jack's brusque voice.
"I want to see you come all over her bottom, Jack." Janet's words were clipped, but Sam felt Jack's weight immediately shift under her. He held her hips as he slid out from under her, and then she felt his weight on the back of her thighs.
Sam moaned.
"Not yet, sweetheart," Janet cajoled her, touching her hair again. Sam heard a zipper go down and then something warm and wet touched her ass. "Just stay still," Janet told her. "We'll take care of you in a minute." She spoke huskily, and Sam could only imagine what the sight of Jack's cock against her red skin was doing to her lover.
The familiar sound of Jack's hand jerking reached Sam's ears and she pressed her face into Janet's skirt. She inhaled deeply, smelling Janet, as Jack grunted behind her. He cried out, and came, spilling himself on Sam's ass. Sam whimpered as the wetness spread on her cheeks. He moaned.
Janet exhaled. "Okay, Sam, turn over."
Sam cringed. Jack's weight left her, and she felt his hands on her bare hips. She was turned over, and she hissed as her abused ass made contact with the blanket underneath her. Jack straddled her legs and she got her first glimpse of his penis, limp against his thigh.
Janet, who knelt over her head, careful not to accidentally catch her hair, blocked her view. Janet had pulled her skirt up to her waist and tucked it into the hem of her hose, before ripping the crotch and lowering herself onto Sam's face.
Sam moaned, stretching her tongue out to lap at Janet's vulva. "Good, Sam," Janet said above her. "You can touch yourself." Sam immediately reached between her legs. Beyond Janet's rotating thighs, she could see her lover lean forward to kiss Jack. Her tongue slid inside Janet, and she reveled in the way Janet ground down against her face.
Sam squirmed against the afghan, her ass uncomfortable on the come and sweat-stained coarse wool. Her clitoris ached under her fingers as she touched herself, whimpering with need even as she sucked at Janet's folds.
"You can't come yet," Janet rasped above her. Sam saw Jack's hands on Janet's breasts, where her hand had been earlier. She moaned against Janet's center. Janet, holding onto Jack's shoulders, let out a soft cry, holding herself still against Sam's mouth until Sam's tongue, licking at her tender flesh, became too much. She eased away. "Come, Sam," she murmured, settling again behind Sam's head.
With her skin sensitized and tormented, with her lovers' hands on her, with their words mingling to urge her on, Sam's orgasm overwhelmed her. She thrust against her hand, letting out an incoherent cry.
"Good, Sam." Janet's hands touched her face, smoothing the wetness into her skin, tracing her cheeks. Jack stood, offering his lovers his hands.
"We need to do laundry," he mumbled, glancing at Janet's askew clothing and the tangled blanket. "In the morning," he decided.
Sam reached up to cover Janet's hand with hers, drawing to her lips. "I have to be at the base in three hours." She exhaled. "I promise I won't break anything..."
Janet and Jack chuckled.
"...unless Janet's there to see it."