Mine

I needed some nitty gritty BDSM between John Sheppard and Ronon Dex.

He did not expect this.

He was bound to a chair, ropes confining his wrists to the back of it, a silk blindfold concealing his eyes, his legs spread apart and tied to the legs of the wooden chair he was seated upon.

He was also naked.

The chill breeze drifting into the room from the far window didn’t help either.

All this and he could care less.

If it made his lover happy then by god he would submit to this.

A hiss passed through his teeth when he felt the sharp slap of leather against his thigh. A brief pause and then another. Then a succession of three more alternating between his thighs. Pain wasn’t something he minded. In fact he enjoyed it. The leather belt began to work its way up his stomach and torso, leaving welts in its wake. Each strike just made his cock grow even harder. He let out a small groan and opened his mouth to speak but it was quickly filled by a cloth gag tied around his head. The organ was throbbing now even as he heard the heavy footsteps of his lover walking around him. He began to anticipate what he would do to him next. His lover always had surprises for him and he constantly concocted new ways to tease and torture him. It was what kept their sex life alive and full of life. A shudder quivered down his spine as the cool leather of the riding crop brushed against his cheek.

“You look so pretty bound and gagged like that Sheppard. I should tie you up more often.”

Colonel Sheppard could only quiver as the deep growling voice of his lover breathed into his ear. He had the riding crop in hand and felt the sting of it against his face. Again…do that again Ronon. Don’t go easy on me tonight. He thought to himself. The crack of the crop against his other cheek made him hiss in pleasure. His cock twitched, throbbed and began to ache. He knew Ronon noticed as well. The Satedan could be rough, almost brutal some nights. Lord knew Sheppard needed it tonight, after another conflict with the wraith. They almost lost each other in the skirmish so Sheppard needed something to distract him from the fear and pain in his heart. Another sting of the crop on his body, and another. They became more violent with every strike and soon the strikes were not even from the crop itself. Ronon had switched to the nine-tailed whip. The lashes left deep welts on Sheppard’s pale skin, and they would remain there for a long while. He endured another hour of this pleasurable torture and soon enough he felt the gag removed from his mouth and his limbs released from their bindings, but the blindfold remained in place, even as he limply sat in the chair. He caught Ronon’s scent when he felt a hand cup his chin and the hot breath of the six foot five Satedan male in his ear.

“I’m going to fuck you into the bed.”

There was nothing gentle in his tone of voice but his motions were the opposite of his words. Dexterous fingers stroked John’s welted cheek and then his lips were captured by Ronon’s mouth. Hot and moist and unyielding. Just the way John liked it. He eagerly submitted to Ronon’s hungry kisses, parted his lips when prompted and dared to fight his lover’s tongue for dominance. As Ronon suckled upon John’s tongue his calloused hand gingerly trailed down the chest and torso of his lover until his fingers curled around the hot throbbing organ between John’s legs and began to stroke it. A whimper escaped John's lips as he leaned towards the bigger man. You bastard…don't make me wait now…he thought to himself as the strokes became faster and the kisses turned into sucking on his neck. Sheppard writhed against Ronon as his hand slowed its stroking.

"Please…" John begged.

"Please what. What do you want Sheppard." Came Ronon's reply. He was never known to call John a slut, a bitch or a whore. While John may have enjoyed sex and submission he was none of those things. He was so much more to Ronon than a slut.

"Fuck me into the bed."

Two seconds later John found himself thrown down upon the bed in the room, but the moment he tried to get up on his elbows he was pressed down against the bed. Ronon was too strong to be pushed off but it's not like Sheppard minded anyway. It was always a turn on when he was manhandled. Ronon's body pressed against him, he could even feel his lover's cock press against his ass. A shudder and a moan jolted through Sheppard as Ronon grasped his hips in his large hands. Without warning Ronon entered him roughly, his teeth enclosing on the pale flesh of John's shoulder.

"Yes…" John groaned as he pushed back against Ronon. Knowing the Satedan, he would be sore as hell in the morning. Ronon's pace was brutal, his grip tight on John's hips. Nails dug into his flesh, as Ronon's lips showered kisses and nips along Sheppard's shoulders and neck. He was damned determined to leave a mark, and he always did. Faster and more brutal came the thrusts and Sheppard had a hard time holding back. Until Ronon gave him permission, he was not allowed to come. It drove him wild. He was so close it was painful.

"Ronon….please…" he panted.

"Hush princess."

Ronon was now slamming his hips into John's, causing the bed to creak under his movements. His body loomed over John's, hands still gripping onto his lover's hips tightly. John almost couldn't take it, but upon feeling Ronon's hand curl around his organ once more he almost lost it but it was code for John coming whenever he needed to. As Sheppard groaned low in his throat, he released his seed, Ronon milking every last drop from him. At the same time Ronon pulled John to him, holding him there as he released a low growl as he came.

It wasn't long after both collapsed upon the bed, side by side. Taking a moment to catch their breaths Ronon pulled the smaller male to him in a warm loving embrace. Lazily, John accepted it and smiled quietly to himself. He was definitely going to be sore in the morning but he didn't care. If Ronon was the one dealing the blows, John would be sore for the rest of his life. It was part of their game, part of their agreement of Dominance and Submission. Outside of a scene Ronon and John were always equals and treated each other as such. Anything they did behind closed doors had been spoken of in great detail and great length. If there was something John didn't agree to, then it never was played out. And if John ever got uncomfortable or couldn't handle something, all that was spoken was the safe word and Ronon would stop to make sure John would be alright. That is how it was between them. John trusted Ronon with his life whether or not he was tied up.

"Mine." He heard Ronon whisper before feeling his teeth nip the shell of his ear. John was so tired from the romp all he could do was mutter an mmhmm before shifting so he could face Ronon. As soon as he shifted, he curled into his lover's warm and protective embrace, inhaling his scent and fell asleep.

Ronon drew the blanket over the two of them, keeping a muscled arm around John and heaved a heavy sigh of relief. John was safe, and so was he. That was all that mattered. Before he closed his eyes, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of John's hair and muttered a small "thank God" before falling asleep, his lover protected in his embrace.