Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager doesn't belong to me, I just let them out to play.
Sex in this scene. There will be one more part after this, because this story just ran the hell away from me. Also, these aren't beta-ed, any mistakes are my own.
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Kathryn stared at him in shock. Her lips were parted, swollen from his rough kiss. The kiss had been nothing like she had expected. She licked her lips, tasting him on her mouth. She swallowed. She could end this right now. She could say the word and he would release her.
But she would wonder. Every day, for the rest of her life she would wonder what would've happened if she called him Captain, if she let him master her. She licked her lips again. He waited, with seeming infinite patience.
His thigh rested between her legs, and he could feel the heat from her core. She seemed to be enjoying it so far. He waited.
"Yes…Captain," she said. He looked at her, not saying anything. He jerked her forward, their bodies crushed together. Keeping her wrists restrained, he spun her around. With one hand, he unzipped her uniform jacket. Releasing one hand, he tugged it down her arm. Once it was free, he raised her free hand back up, released the other hand, and pulled the jacket completely off her body. He tossed it aside, pinning both of her wrists in one hand again.
She was just wearing the turtleneck now. His free hand drifted down her flank, gently dancing over her side. Her breath caught as he tugged her shirt up. His eyes took in the ivory flesh of her back. He pulled her turtleneck up, over her head, and then promptly wrapped it tightly around her hands, tying her wrists together.
He let go of her wrists now that they were effectively tied together. His hands ran down her sides, tracing the edge of her black Starfleet bra. He spun her around to face him. His eyes raked down her body.
Her breasts were small, the perfect size for him to palm in his hands. He could see her nipples pressing hard against the fabric of the bra. He drew his hands up her side, cupping her breasts.
She gasped. "Arms up," he growled softly, "now."
She raised her arms above her head. He could see her tremble slightly. Her chest heaved, and his eyes were drawn to her breasts.
"Spectacular," he whispered. He flicked his hands over her cloth covered nipples. She took a deep breath. He pinched her nipples, his eyes locked on her face. Her head fell back, eyes closed.
"Open your eyes, Kathryn, I want to see your eyes."
She lifted her head and opened her eyes slowly. "Yes…Captain," she whispered. He nodded, a smirk on his lips.
"You're learning…good."
He pulled his hands away from her chest. She mewled at the loss of contact. He touched a finger to her lips.
"Silence."
She yelped in surprise when he lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder. One of his hands rested lightly on the swell of her butt. As he strode towards his bedroom, he smacked her on her ass.
"I said silence, Kathryn."
Her mouth dropped open as she stared at his butt. Even from her vantage point over his shoulder, she had to admire it. She couldn't believe he had just spanked her! Well, honestly, she couldn't believe that she was being carried over his shoulder like he was a caveman taking a prize back to his cave, either. She couldn't believe she had her hands bound with her turtleneck and that they were doing this.
He dropped her unceremoniously onto his bed. She turned over, staring up at him. He stood there, looking down at her. His face was thrown into shadow, she could barely make out his expression. The sight of him standing there, staring down at her, set her heart racing.
He knelt on the bed, grasping her wrists and pushing them above her head. He drove her legs apart with his knee. He pressed his lips hard against hers, driving her body into the bed under him. She moaned into his mouth, and he pulled back immediately and smacked her lightly on her side.
"I ordered you to silence, Kathryn. What was the order? You can reply."
"Silence, Captain," she said. He nodded.
"Good girl, now remain quiet."
His lips feathered against her jaw. He rained kisses down her neck, and he pressed his teeth into her pulse point. He grinned against her skin, pushing his teeth harder into her flesh; not enough to leave a mark, or even bruise, but enough to let her feel it.
She arched against him, her breath coming in rapid gasps. He could feel her nipples pressing into his chest, and he longed to remove all of their clothing and feel their skin rub against each other.
But not yet. Not yet. He had plans first.
Chakotay looked at her, his free hand cupping her breast again. "Keep your hands above your head," he ordered. "Reply to that."
"Yes," she swallowed, "yes Captain, sir."
"Good, very good."
With both hands free, he continued his exploration of her body. He dropped his head back to her neck and continued to taste her. He gently nipped her collar bone, then ran his tongue along the bite mark. His lips hovered over her heart. He pressed his lips against her chest, kissing her heart.
His tongue dipped beyond the edge of her bra, tearing a strangled gasp from her lips. He paused, making sure she wasn't going to say anything, before continuing. He pushed her back up from the bed and undid the clasp of her bra. He shoved it up her arms, leaving it to tangle with the turtleneck binding her hands.
He lifted himself slightly, taking in his first view of her naked breasts. Her nipples were pointed and rosy, dusky hued compared to the ivory flesh of her breasts. His eyes darted up to hers.
Kathryn's blue eyes watched him, her mouth parted as he lowered his head to her breast. He pulled her nipple into his mouth. She gasped again. His hot tongue rolled her nipple around his mouth. He released one and moved to the other, allowing his fingers to twist and pull her other breast.
Kathryn was biting the inside of her lip to keep from crying out. It was such exquisite torture. How many times had she fantasized about Chakotay taking her like this? Even before she knew Mark had moved on, Chakotay filled her dreams, her fantasies.
His lips drifted lower, his tongue swirling designs on her stomach. A low whimper escaped her, and he sank his teeth into her stomach. Her back arched, and she felt him smile against her flesh.
He lifted himself above her. "Don't move," he said. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his face.
He yanked her boots off and threw them aside. Her socks quickly joined her boots. He ran his finger along the arch of her foot, his eyes locked on hers. He undid her pants and pulled them slowly down her legs.
Chakotay stared at her, his eyes taking in her very nearly naked form. She lay before him, arms above her head, bare chest heaving. Her black Starfleet panties contrasted against her white skin. He pressed his hand against her stomach, his thumb darting under the band of her panties.
She watched him, lips parted. His hand dipped lower, fingers barely grazing her mound. He cupped her flesh. She fought not to move or make a sound, and judging by the smirk on his face, he knew it.
He could feel how wet she was. His finger gently started to rub her through the cotton cloth. She was biting her lip now, fighting to keep her eyes open, fighting to stay silent and still. His eyes traced her body, from her hands, tied in her shirt and bra, the smooth lines of her arms, the swell of her breasts, her taught stomach, her strong legs. Sprits he loved everything about this woman.
Chakotay pushed her legs apart, kneeling between her thighs as he continued to rub her. Her muscles were trembling with the need to move. He took his free hand and caressed her inner thigh.
He hooked his thumb on her panties and pulled them slowly down her shapely legs. His eyes never left hers as he tossed them in the same pile as her pants. His hand continued to caress her legs as he took her in.
"So beautiful," he said, watching a flush spread across her cheeks. He reached up and flicked one of her nipples again. She gasped and immediately bit her lip again, trying to keep silent.
"Sit up," he commanded. She sat up slowly, his eyes were drawn to her stomach muscles tightening as she rose to face him. She held her bound hands before her, eyes locked with Chakotay.
Kathryn's face was burning slightly. She never thought she'd be in this position; completely naked before her first officer, waiting for a command to fall from his kissable mouth. He reached forward and yanked her bra and turtleneck from her hands and threw them aside. She still didn't move as he reached up and pulled the pins holding her hair up out. Her hair tumbled about her shoulders. He smiled, before pushing her back onto the bed.
"You follow orders better than I thought you would, Kathryn," he cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples. "You're having a hell of time keeping quiet right now, aren't you? I always imagined you would be a screamer, Kathryn. It must be killing you to stay so quiet."
Her eyes flashed, and he smirked again. She found the smirk very arousing, hell, she found this whole thing very arousing.
He leaned forward, gently pushing her back onto the bed. He still sat in between her thighs, and his fingers continued to knead at her breasts. Her eyes swept down his body. The thing about Starfleet uniforms was they really didn't hide erections very well.
Chakotay knew what she was looking at, and his smirk widened. He lowered himself on top of her, her hips cradling his. She could feel his erection, so close to where she wanted it, yet with far too many layers of cloth between them. She wanted to touch him so badly. She fisted the dark green sheets he had on his bed, anything to stop her hand from reaching out to him.
"You want to touch me, don't you Kathryn? I can see it, I can feel it. I know you can feel how much I want you," he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her roughly. "You can answer that question."
"Oh God yes," Kathryn said.
"Yes what?" He pinched her nipple, eliciting another gasp.
"Yes, sir, I want to touch you."
"Don't move, Kathryn."
He stood up and walked to the replicator. "Scotch on the rocks." The glass appeared and he snatched it and walked back over to the bed. Chakotay's eyes swept over her body. He was certain that this was a dream, that he would wake up in an instant with a raging erection and the need for a cold shower before shift.
She stared at him. He sipped the scotch and then knelt back on the bed. He gently lifted her head and held the glass to her lips. She took a sip, eyes never leaving his. He set the glass down and kissed her. Their tongues battled, tasting the scotch from the other's mouth.
Chakotay settled in between her legs again. He grabbed the scotch and downed the rest of it, the ice clinking against the glass. He reached into the glass and pulled one of the ice cubes out. He held it before her.
"Remember, I want silence." He held the ice cube just above her collar bone, and then touched her skin with it. A hiss escaped her lips, but was silenced immediately. The contrast of the ice on her heated skin was exquisite. He drew the ice cube down in between the valley of her breasts, over and around her nipples.
Her back arched. It felt so good. Her nipples grew even harder as he dragged the ice over them. The ice left a trail of water on her flesh. Goosebumps rose along her skin. Chakotay leaned over her, his tongue following the trail of water.
She closed her eyes. The difference between the ice and his tongue on her flesh was driving her crazy. She wanted to grab his shoulders, hold him to her, never let him go. He pulled one nipple into his mouth, and used the ice on the other one.
He dragged his other hand down her side, gently cupped her ass, before sliding his fingers into her dark curls. He released her nipple and sat up. He could feel her slick heat just waiting for him. He wanted to strip down and drown in her, slide in and out of her. But tonight wasn't about him, it was about her, and getting her to relax.
He popped the melting ice cube into his mouth, sucking on it as it melted away. He pushed his finger through her curls until he touched her slick clit. Her hips bucked, a stifled gasp tearing from her throat. He leaned over her and began to trail kisses down her body. He occasionally sank his teeth into her flesh.
He slid his finger lower, running his fingertip along her wet opening. Her eyes were closed, her face screwed up as she tried valiantly not to move or talk. He grabbed a pillow with his free hand and tapped her hip.
"Up," he ground out. It was getting harder (he nearly rolled his eyes at the pun his own mind had made) to get full coherent sentences out. She lifted her hips, his finger still working along her folds. He pushed the pillow under her hips and lowered her hips to the pillow.
Chakotay looked at her. Her hands were still clenched in the sheets, her head was thrown back, eyes closed. He couldn't have that.
He plunged his finger into her. Her eyes flew open as her hips bucked into his hand. His eyes were closed and he slowly slipped another finger into her. He concentrated on the feeling of her walls tightening around his fingers. His cock twitched. He wasn't sure how long he was going to last. He opened his eyes and looked right at her.
"Keep your eyes open, Kathryn, I want you to watch me."
She blinked, trying to focus on him. He leaned forward, bringing her eyes to his face. He pressed his lips against hers. This kiss was far more gentle than any other kiss he had pressed upon her tonight.
He lay gentle kisses down her jaw as he dragged his fingers out of her. Her throat worked as she still fought to remain quiet. He brought his hand up and stared at his fingers, dripping with her juices. She watched as he popped his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.
Chakotay scooted down the bed, his hands feathering over her stomach. He pressed his lips against her inner thigh, gently biting her before looking back at her.
"Watch me Kathryn, and I'll lift the silence order."
She swallowed as she felt his breath rush over her most private area. Was he really going to- oh God, he was.
His tongue lapped along the edge of her nether lips. He used his hands to keep her legs spread apart. He pressed his lips hard against her, sucking on her clit. Her hips bucked against his hands as he held them down. Chakotay's tongue moved in long, sure strokes over her dripping pussy.
Kathryn fought to not cry out. The man was magic with his tongue. Chakotay's world had narrowed to Kathryn's nether lips, the smell, the taste of her, her sweet nectar sliding down his throat as he lapped at her.
She kept her eyes locked on his head, buried as it was between her thighs. She wanted to scream his name to the universe, but she wanted to show him that she could follow orders. His eyes rolled up to watch her. Their eyes locked over her body, and she felt him smile against her.
He dropped his eyes and pressed his mouth against her harder. He drove his tongue into her pussy. He moved one of his hands and pressed hard on her clit, rubbing it while he swirled his tongue deep inside her.
He drove his hips into the bed, desperate for relief. He couldn't remember a time when he had ever been so hard in his life. He had never tasted anything so sweet as Kathryn Janeway. He felt like he could live on her nectar forever. Her hips pushed into his face, and he knew she was close.
He pulled his head up and looked at her. Her eyes were heavily lidded but she was still watching him. He stroked her side. His lips and chin glistened with her juices.
"Good girl, watching me the whole time," his voice was raspy, "Did you enjoy it? Do you want to come? You may answer."
It took her a couple tries to get her mouth working. "Yes, Captain, I enjoyed it. Please…"
He smiled, licking his lips. "Please what?"
"Please, may I come?"
He dipped his head back down and licked her clit. She squirmed beneath him, and she watched as his own hips thrust against the bed.
"Yes, Kathryn. Come for me."
He sucked hard on her little nub, his tongue swirling around it. She could feel a heaviness deep in her belly, spreading through her with every lap of his tongue.
"Ca-Captain?" she panted.
"Yes Kathryn?" he whispered into her thigh.
"Do I have to stay silent when I come?"
He lifted his head and looked at her, a smile darting across his face. She was biting her lip, her chest heaving. Her muscles trembled.
"You're such a quick learner, Kathryn, asking permission. No, my love, you don't need to stay silent."
Kathryn's eyes closed briefly at his endearment for her. Yes, she realized, she was his love. She knew that she could stop everything now, and the next day, the next month, would be strained, but eventually, they would go back to normal.
Because he loved her.
"Do I have to call you Captain?" her voice was soft.
He looked up at her, realizing what she was asking. She wanted to say his name the first time he made her come. He pressed a gentle kiss into her thigh. "I want to hear you scream my name, Kathryn."
Chakotay blew gently across her quim. She shuddered, so he repeated the action, his eyes rolled up to watch her reaction. He dove back into her, driving his tongue into her. His hips ground into the bed with the same rhythm as his tongue driving into her.
"Chakotay, oh God, Chakotay!"
The heaviness in her belly was back, spreading faster through her body with every magnificent stroke of his tongue. He pressed on her clit, rubbing it, changing the rhythm every time she thought she had gotten used to it.
Kathryn's hips rose to meet his tongue. She clung to the bed, her fists clenched as her walls tightened around his tongue. She was teetering on the brink, so close to shattering in a million tiny pieces because of her first officer.
With one last, sure stroke of his tongue, she fell off the edge.
"Chakotay!" she screamed, writhing as he lapped and sucked at her. He licked her clean, his hips still grinding into the bed. He reached up and grabbed her hand, their fingers intertwined. He lifted his head, staring up her body at her face.
Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open. He kissed her thigh, before sinking his teeth into her, harder than before.
"Chakotay!" she cried out again, the pain blurred into pleasure. He squeezed her hand as he thrust into the bed one last time, and the friction finally sent him over the edge. He cried her name into her thigh as his seed spilled from his body. He would definitely need to recycle this uniform.
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AN 2: so this has turned into more of a slow burn story than smut than I originally thought it was going to be, but I still like it. One more part after this. Reviews are love!
