MOTEL ROOM – THE SEEDY SIDE OF SAN FRANSCISCO
Molly's eyes opened slowly, to find that she was sitting on a steel-framed chair. Her hands were behind her, secured to the back support of the chair while her feet were tied to the chair's front legs.
The vulnerable position she was in not lost on her.
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted orange prison clothes lying in a heap on the floor. Raising her head cautiously she soon located Khan, and gasped.
He stood a few feet away from her in nothing but a pair of tight fitting black briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
'For God's sake get a grip,' she internally scolded herself as her eyes continued to move hungrily over his impressive body. 'You're nothing to him,' she sternly reminded herself.
But her greedy gaze still clung to every sleek line, not bothering to suppress the shiver of excitement as she observed the play of his muscles as he bent down to pick up the new clothes he'd obtained.
And she remembered her first encounter with him.
THE ENTERPRISE – THE BRIG
Molly timidly approached the cell containing the mesmerizing prisoner. She placed the hand-held voider against the transparent floor-to-ceiling security barrier, once the slightly-larger-than-fist-sized hole appeared she requested, "Place your arm through the hole please."
Commander John Harrison did as asked. As she placed an extractor, similar to the one the doctor had used earlier, against his veins, he silently studied the young woman standing before him. She was small, at least a foot shorter than him, in her early twenties and had recently completed her medical studies at Starfleet Academy. Considering how conscientious she was being, it was clear that this was her first assignment on a Federation Starship.
When she removed the extractor he automatically withdrew his arm. But just as she disconnected the voider and turned to leave he asked, "What's your name Ensign?"
She turned back, chewing on her bottom lip as she considered whether or not to answer him. "Molly Hooper," she finally relented.
He gave her a small smile. "I very much look forward to seeing you again Molly Hooper," the smile turning into a smug grin as she blushed, clearly affected by the timber of his voice.
He made certain to file that significant piece of information away for future reference, should the need ever arise.
MOTEL ROOM – THE SEEDY SIDE OF SAN FRANCISCO
Khan was of course well aware of Molly's rapt attention, her surprised gasp making it evident that she liked what she saw.
Pleased as he was that he continued to have this affect on her, he was nonetheless annoyed by his own body's reaction to her, the second time in an hour.
He needed to focus. His priority was in finding his crew and getting them to safety. The last thing he needed was a distraction. But try as he might his body refused to get the message. So there was clearly only one option. Dropping the clothes he'd just picked up he headed for the bathroom.
Not bothering to secure the door, Khan swiftly stepped out of his briefs and took his aching member in hand. With slow, deliberate strokes he got himself fully hard in moments. His movements now became more frantic as he closed his eyes and imagined the young ensign on her knees in front of him while he pressed himself past her lips and down, not stopping until he felt himself hit the back of her throat. He imagined taking hold of her head and keeping her pressed right up against his groin as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Then he'd wrap his hand around her simple ponytail to hold her at just the right angle as he came, shooting his warm, salty seed right down her throat, staying there until she'd swallowed down every drop.
Not surprisingly the images sent him over the edge, and he roared his release.
When his eyes opened they were filled with satisfaction, not only for the brief relief his release had given him, but also the knowledge that Molly would have heard him.
Molly squirmed uncomfortably, if her knickers had been wet when she'd first bumped into Khan, they were well and truly sodden now.
It hadn't taken long for her to work out what he was doing in the bathroom. Though she'd had no personal experience herself, she wasn't ignorant about sex, the act in its infinite variety. She'd always regarded it as something personal, something private. To be fair she'd had no way of escaping from what she'd overhead, not even able to cover her ears, but that didn't stop her feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed.
What was more, her own body's reaction left her feeling needy and achy. And she desperately needed to find release, but that was impossible tied up as she was.
Amid these conflicting thoughts she was aware of Khan re-entering the room. If her face was red before, it was scarlet now when she saw that he was naked, and though having what had sounded like a mind-blowing orgasm only moments before was already half hard again.
She gulped when she saw the predatory gleam in his eyes as he moved over to where she sat. He dropped between her spread legs, raising her skirt and pulling it up around her waist. He then licked his lips in anticipation as he leaned forward and took a deep breath, smelling her arousal. Without warning he ripped her knickers from her body.
Khan then looked right into her startled eyes as he asked. "Shall we begin?"
It was more a statement of fact than a request.
"Though technically speaking," Khan noted ruefully as he looked down at his semi erect cock, "I've already made a head start."
Molly whimpered.
