Intendant Kira Nerys was in a rotten mood. It didn't help that everything on the station seemed to be breaking down one thing after another. She had been woken up out of sleep on the hour and every hour to be informed. Very little could be done without her verbal command. What could be expected when the maintenance crew was comprised of mostly ungrateful Terrans? She'd had no time to pamper or enjoy herself. She would give anything to slip into her tub with her playmates right now. She'd only had time and energy for lonely sonic showers the past few nights.
She was in a hurry and got into the turbolift, ordering the guards to take another one nearby. She just wanted five minutes to herself. Was that so much to ask? She also didn't like being cramped with other bodies in such a small, moving space. Call it a minor case of claustrophobia or simply a case of being territorial. Whatever, she just wanted them out of her face!
She cursed when Garak slipped into the turbolift at the last possible second with her. He pressed a button to close the doors. She'd already made her destination clear but where did he think he was going?
"I'm not going far," he saw the question in her eyes.
She glared at him.
She didn't trust him. She wanted out but the lift was already enclosed and moving at a snail's pace. At least he wasn't trying to engage her in boring small talk. Just a few minutes and she would be safe and sound.
The lift came to a screeching, clumsy halt. It was too soon for a stop and the doors remained shut. Something must have gone wrong with the currents.
"Ah, you gotta be kidding me!" she massaged her temples. "Not this, not now!"
Garak sounded wistful, "Oh, dear, we are trapped here together. Who knows how long maintenance will take to get this sorted out? Whatever shall we do to pass the time? More like: What shall I do to you?"
"You sabotaged the systems?"
"I've been plotting this for weeks."
"Why?"
She was painfully aware he was one of most dangerous men by far on the station to be trapped with.
"I wanted quality time with you away from your meddlesome guards and your contraptions designed to curtail me."
"Today is not the day I die, Garak! I promise you that!" her eyes flashed and she assumed a defensive stance.
"I'd be stupid to kill you now. It would be obvious I murdered you. I am the only one in here. Who else could possibly be responsible? Ziyal would likely seize the power and take vengeance for you. She has a crush on me, but her devotion is entirely yours."
Kira chewed her bottom lip enticingly, "Are you sure seducing Ziyal isn't on your agenda?"
"Ziyal could never hold the power you wield for long, not even with my help. As a hybrid, Bajor will never accept her. The people love and fear you, dear Intendant. I'd also rather have you."
"Liar!"
"You are a powerful woman, Kira," he closed the gap between them and cornered her quick, "but on the turn of a coin, you can become a damsel in distress when required."
"Back off before I get angry!" she warned.
"I like you best when angry!"
He was pressed against her heavily and his scent overbearing. Cardassian pheromones always got the better of her, ever since she was a little girl. She shook her head and attempted to slip from his grasp.
"I can order us beamed out of here!"
"You know the currents prevent that. Besides, with the way the station systems have been going, do you want to risk beaming? Seen what happens when beaming technology goes awry?"
She had seen it and nearly gulped. She wasn't entirely convinced this man wasn't going to kill her. She was trying hard not to give way to sheer and unadulterated panic.
"What do you want?" she pierced him with what she hoped was a predatory gaze and not that of a victim within the lights of a tractor beam.
"I want you to prove you can be kind, Kira. Play the damsel in distress for me. You're a switch just like me. It can be fun to reverse roles and be versatile! You've certainly excelled at it with other men before. We both know that."
"Stop calling me Kira!"
"I've been inside you, dear, thrice after today. We're through with titles when we're close like this!"
He snarled and lunged for her lips. She let out a muffled cry of protest. He kissed her so hard she was concerned he was trying to smother her. Of course he had to break her number one rule first thing while he had the power remotely in his favor. What else was he going to break?
After initially resisting, she found herself kissing him back. She lifted a leg up and wrapped it around him, pressing firmly into his body, attempting him to force him to ease up or lose balance. Instead he snatched the limb and ran his hand up to squeeze her backside.
When he finally broke from kissing her after sucking her bottom lip, she whimpered, "Why do you have to be so good at this?"
"Do you think I learn nothing good from my hours of torturing?" he responded. "Take off the uniform. Take everything off!"
She wanted to remain in his good graces, keeping in mind that she had no real weapons and nowhere to run or hide. She also wanted him. It had been days since she'd had any action whatsoever, and longer since he was in her quarters. A few days without a partner were a record for her.
He also wasn't wrong that on rare occasions she enjoyed the submissive role as long as the man she was with was a powerful and sexy man worthy of being awarded the privilege. That included men such as the Emperor.
She was strangely flattered Garak had meticulously planned this sabotage just so he could kiss her. All he had to do to render her services was ask. She admired the balls required to dare it, and she found his recklessness riveting. Sometimes he simply reacted to events with instinct and other times he reacted with accidental genius. Or was it accidental after all? Was Garak more intelligent than he seemed and pretended to be a stupid crony?
Plus the man could kiss like no other! She made that rule because those without talent for it made kissing a slobbery and awkward experience. Some species didn't like to do it at all. She saved kissing for lovers she truly liked. She didn't want Garak including himself on her list of preferred paramours.
He removed his clothing carefully after watching her undress. There were no body chains or undergarments, just naked skin. She reached out to touch him and he snatched her wrist in a strong and insistent grip.
"What now?" she groaned, wondering how much he was going to let this temporary transfer of power go to both his heads.
"There is something I want you to wear."
Her heart sank, expecting a slave collar. He placed a blindfold over her eyes of traditional black velvet cloth. She was only partially relieved.
"Hold still," he whispered. "Relax."
"Easier said than done! Are you sure you won't kill me?"
"Don't tempt me."
He began planting gentle kisses on random places. He kissed her nose ridges, and then he lifted a leg and kissed the sole of her foot. He kissed her palms, her inner thigh, her brow, and then he tickled her belly button. Like her nose ridges, belly buttons was something Cardassians didn't have and Garak found cute. She was surprised but suspicious he was being so gentle.
Suddenly, she felt a faint but distinctive sensation at her neck and shouted, "Did you prick me? With a needle?"
"Take a wild guess!"
He licked a droplet of blood from the injection site like some blood sucking monster commonly found throughout the horror stories of the galaxy, tossing the cap and syringe into the nesting of his clothes. He applied a bit of pressure to the wound with his fingers. The needle had been so fine and small the hurt left behind was superficial and healed rapidly. The taste of copper from her blood was on the tip of his tongue.
"You damned drug addict!" she snarled.
"Don't throw stones from glass houses, Kira! You have a vice! You are a sex addict!"
"Oh, please!" she rolled her eyes, if he could only see it.
"You are a walking textbook example of a nymphomaniac! Don't deny what you are! At least I am shameless about my hedonism!"
"Blame the man that made me this way!" she said bitterly.
"Yes," he stroked the name inked between her shoulder blades. "He was addicted to Bajoran flesh. Ever think of removing this rubbish?"
"So that you can replace Skrain's name with 'Elim'? No, thank you!" she snapped.
"Pity."
"What did you inject me with?" she demanded.
"A formula that manipulates your GABA neurotransmitter."
"That's all?"
"It will slow your sense of time. I want to savor you, Kira. I expect you might not allow me to have you for a long while after this. I'm taking some for myself using the same needle."
He moved away for a moment and did as he announced he would. What he didn't tell Intendant Kira was that her dose had contained another ingredient. It was a generous amount of oxytocin, a chemical that encouraged feelings of empathy, trust, and attachment during sexual encounters.
One of the dangers of Kira's sex addiction was that she opened herself to the prospect of falling in love and becoming attached to a partner. Perhaps that's why she had a revolving door of play mates preferring exotic species so bonding was less likely as well as pregnancy and risk of disease.
He had seen her become close to loving Sisko and Bareil, too close for comfort. That's why he was so eager to kill the Terran and warned Major Kira Nerys of the plans her alternate had to take her as her lover. Bareil Antos he had never been threatened by because he was simply a thief and a Bajoran.
Lately the Intendant had been taking a Trill named Ezri to her bed, a girl with the face of a child and yet the stare of a cold stoned killer. He was a little intimidated by that one. She was Joined making her potentially wise and dangerous.
Garak was determined to be the sole person Kira became attached to. He would never force the Intendant but he would borrow chemical help.
"You're insane!" the Intendant exclaimed, feeling time slow already.
"And I would make a good consort."
"Hell, no!"
"Allow me to make my case, Kira."
With that, he tried to penetrate her. They were both still standing with him clutching her from behind and blindfolded. Such an action might cause pain or discomfort under other circumstances, but for some reason, it felt good and made her want him all the more! She groaned and reached down to touch herself, but he seized her hands, forbidding her. Feeling him grind against her, she could feel his need and urgency. And, of course, every stroke was going to be artificially extended by the drugs.
"Don't worry," his lips tickled her ear. "You'll let me in eventually."
"I've more than accepted you for my bed, but how does that qualify you to lead anyone or anything?"
He placed a hand on her clitoris and strummed her like a finely tuned instrument. If she had strings, they would be snapping and singing. She squirmed helplessly. He still held her in his other hand firmly.
"Your mother ruled well with a Cardassian at her side, even if it was in secret."
"I am not my mother!" she tried to pull away from him, infuriated. "And you're not Dukat! Bajor would never accept a Bajoran and a Cardassian ruling together! You can't keep secrets! Do you think I'm an utter fool? Why would I have you when I could have anyone?"
"Because I'm not Dukat and not as stupid as you think."
"You might as well replace his brand with your own! That's all you want!"
"No, the markings taint your lovely skin. I have no desire to blemish it."
"I don't believe you!"
He grew tired of her struggling and plunged his fingers roughly inside her and she cried out. She struggled for a moment more, giving him some trouble. His sense of time was only a second or two ahead of hers and didn't give him that much of an advantage. He hissed and bit her neck and scraped her sex with his short nails and she shrieked feeling real pain.
"Now relax!" he ordered. "Be kind, Intendant, or I will be cruel! I'm treating you far better than you treated me, aren't I?"
"For all I know, you poisoned me and I'm slowly fading away!"
"I told you killing you now would be like cumming prematurely."
That got a boisterous laugh!
He took off her blindfold and used it instead as a gag. She protested half heartedly. If he had attempted to put an ugly ball gag in her mouth, she would have sincerely tried to kill him. She detested those things. The traditional gags were fine and never felt like a riding bit in her jaws, making her feel less than humanoid. She hoped whoever invented ball gags burned in a fire!
"Sh, Kira!" his voice was gentle again. "Relax! Let me take control and make you feel pleasure."
Whatever she said was muffled and inaudible.
His fingers were in her again and made their way expertly to her spot. He hadn't forgotten that detail, oh no. She moaned and groaned into the velvet cloth.
"That's it!" he coaxed her. "That's it, dear!"
"Stop!" she wanted to scream simultaneously with, "Don't stop!"
She found the slowed sense of time such a double edged sword. She wanted released but then again she didn't. Oh, she couldn't make up her mind! What was this Cardi doing to her! Maybe she'd prefer chains and whips to this!
She climaxed ferociously and would have screamed loudly if not for the gag. Garak pressed his hand upon her back, nudging her to her knees.
"Prove you can be kind, Intendant," he said.
She was willing to do almost anything he asked her to do at this point. She took him in her mouth willingly. He had a feeling she didn't mind this act as long as it was on her terms. As a man that had experimented with other men, he could empathize. If she pulled away, he didn't demand she continue. If she wanted to take her time, he didn't get impatient. That's why he used the drugs!
He wasn't wrong. Kira could indeed be kind, and, in his case, she wanted to get a reaction from him. She was still annoyed he acted so stoic the first time. She didn't allow herself to get distracted by her own self. She clutched his hips and went slow and sensually. She was thrilled when she heard him groan and enjoy himself. Before long, he had to withdraw from her or he would have finished too early. Unlike other men, he never spilled within a woman's mouth.
"Lie down!" he instructed. "Hurry!"
"Don't you want me on top or-"
"Lie down!"
She happily obeyed. This time, he was able to penetrate her smoothly. As he hinted before, his need was urgent. His strokes were frantic and yet the drug made them seem slow and even. They were both panting and frenzied.
"Think on my proposal?" he managed to ask.
"Who can think at a time like this?" she whimpered.
That was a far cry from the answer he wanted but his mind was blanking as well. He didn't care for schemes or star systems or anything of the sort. As his climax came, all he could think of was how good she made him feel and hoping she felt he did the same.
He nearly fell asleep and she was cradling him. He pulled himself up and kissed her with a long, lingering kiss. She looked drowsy and smiled. He could hardly believe it. It was a kind smile, not a cruel one.
"You are beautiful, Kira," he gasped.
"Is that what stops you short of killing me every time?"
"We would make quite the pair. You rule but let me be your fangs."
She pet his hair, "I will consider it. We ought to get our clothes back on. They will fix the turbolift soon. We mustn't let anyone suspect we want anything more than to kill each other."