Her long, straight ponytail kept sticking to her sweaty face. She was breathing awkwardly, the pressure of her body over his shoulder causing the irregularity. He had not spoken another word since that primal declaration and was walking at a moderately fast pace through the corridors. She wasn't sure what he was going to do. Actually, she knew, without a doubt, what he wanted to do. It was the how that escaped her.
She felt his hand smooth over the fabric of her skirt as he carried her. It rested on the hemline, half his fingers connecting with the back of her upper thigh. She didn't dare try to get away from him. She knew of his strength and didn't want to test his restraint while he was in this state of mind. Instead she placed her hands on his slick, bare back and tried to reposition herself for a little more comfort. As she struggled to move, her legs kicked out a bit. Spock stopped moving instantly. She, of course couldn't see his face, but she she heard and felt him inhale deeply.
"Nyota." His was voice was still rough but not quite as carnal as before. Goose pimples covered her arms.
"Yes?"
His fingers dug into her thigh. "Fight me. Struggle for me." She gulped deeply, her pulse quickened. It was more of a command than request and she obliged, though not in earnest. She knew those lean fingers could break the femur it laid upon easily. She squirmed a bit and felt his grip loosen. He rested the side of his face against her hip and she felt his breath on her skin.
"I will not harm you." He said, deep and low.
Everything she had researched about pon farr raced through her head at once. This was his time to lose control. Not to be restrained. Maybe it was his human side, the side that was always right beneath the surface of the hard Vulcan exterior, that was seeping through and not allowing him to tear her apart. She went against what was logical, perhaps taking a gamble on her part, and dug her nails deep into back. He inhaled sharply and his hips bucked and she continued thrashing in his arms. Her neck snapped forward as he broke into a sprint down the hall. Her nails continued to rake at his skin, her legs kicking out awkwardly, wriggling as hard as she could but he didn't stop. That one arm held her, and all her feigned rage, at bay with ease. She caught a glimpse of a plaque on the wall and saw they were just a few feet from her room. He had to be heading that way. Maybe she could somehow regain control of the night. She pushed her body up hard, her hands now pressing against his arm and pivoted her head at a painful position right in the spot where his neck met his shoulders. She gripped his arm hard before biting down.
She was sure the snarl he let out could be heard three decks below. He swung her around quickly, throwing her into his arms, cradling her like she was a child. The sudden movement had surprised her, something she knew he would see in her face. Spock was taking deep, uneven breaths and his eyes were moving up and down the frail body he now had in his arms. She looked at his shoulder and saw the mark she left on him, steadily turning a deep green. She also noticed right behind his shoulder that they were right in front of her room. She wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing his head down sharply.
"Spock. Go into my room."
He obeyed. The room was faintly lit and clean, aside from the box on her bed. She wriggled in his arms and was relieved when he allowed her to get down. She walked toward the bed and opened the box, pulling out a small satchel that she placed under her arm. She shook the box and a soft metal clanking filled the room.
"Remember what I said," she told him. He nodded once, still sweating and shaking. She turned from him and walked to her bathroom, locking the door behind her. The plan was back on.
The satchel she held contained some colored fabrics. She pulled her sticky, sweaty uniform off and threw it in the hamper. She toyed with the idea of a quick shower, but realized the scent of her would be all the more enticing to him. She grabbed the slightly heavy scarf-like piece and began wrapping it around her waist. It was a deep burgundy and several shiny crystals adorned it. She pulled the second matching piece of cloth out and covered her breasts with it. Several long pieces hung around her arms, designed so that she could wrap them around her hands to make the experience…more enchanting. She grabbed her brush and pulled her hair down from her usual high ponytail. She brushed her shiny, long hair straight and looked at herself in the mirror. The only word she could think of to describe herself would be fierce. Good. This is what she wanted.
Her stomach gave a jolt when she snuck a peek into her room again. She noticed that he had removed his shoes and slacks and was now sitting on her bed, his back against the headboard, naked save for a pair of black boxer briefs. Spock had indeed remembered what she said. He had taken the two sets of handcuffs from that box and attached them to the headboard. He had fastened his left hand to the cuffs but seemed to have had trouble with the right. That would not do. She yelled "lights off" and the room went completely black. She ran to the bed, and felt around for his free arm. He made an odd purring sound and attempted to grab her around the waist. His warm fingers swept across her exposed belly and she shuddered.
"No, no, no," she forced herself to say as she clicked the free cuff to the headboard. She stepped away from the bed and commanded the lights to come back on at 40% brightness. Spock's eyes lit up instantly. She glared at him, hands on her hips and swished her hair out of her face. She was willing herself to the frame of mind he was now in. Carnal, primal and animalistic. He was now helpless as she had been earlier. He did not move an inch as she began to rotate her hips slowly, hypnotizing him with her body. She imagined the videos she had watched of those beautiful girls and the way their bodies moved. She couldn't help but think this might have been easier if there were music, but she didn't want anything to distract him from her. She moved her hips a little faster now, her arms moving in sync with her lower half. She moved a little closer to the bed.
His breathing started to become irregular again, lows grunts escaping his throat as his hungry, need-filled eyes followed her hips, never blinking. She inched closer to the foot of her bed, her movements becoming more fluid, less unsure. She bent down and placed her palms on her bed, near his feet. Her hair was falling around her, a dark curtain that began to tickle his bare legs as she began to crawl between them. She could feel his whole body stiffen as she moved closer and closer, her chest now hovering over his pelvis. She could feel the heat coming off of him, especially in the region those black briefs were concealing. She looked down and noticed the bulge was now quite impressive and wanted nothing more but the release it from its confines, but it wasn't time. Not in the plan just yet. Instead she dipped her upper half down and connected with his skin, rolling her spine back up slowly, letting her chest brush against his swollen organ.
A new sound escaped him, one not so dark and frightening but more solaced. He liked that. She knew he would. She continued to snake up his body, running her nails down his torso as she did so. She felt him buck under her and heard the clang as his arms tried to touch her. That didn't deter her at all. She moved up his body more, her face inches from him, her heat centimeters from his own. She stared directly into his dark eyes and slowly ran her tongue across her top lip. She knew he would buck again and he did, but she was ready. She threw her hips up high, avoiding the contact he so craved and planted her feet flat on the bed on either side of him. She stood straight up, her bare belly now squarely in his face. He inhaled her deeply and his head rolled back as another faint moan pushed from his lips. She began dancing again, moving fast and frantic, her hips threatening to connect with his face. She stepped a few paces back and switched her position quickly, her back now to him as she watched his legs start to squirm. That's when she bent over, revealing herself to him.
She heard the clang of the metal again but didn't stop. She reached between her legs and touched herself, spreading her wetness all around her fingers, an act she had been doing all night. She turned back to him, still dancing, and forced them into his mouth. He sucked them hungrily, and she smiled at this. She pulled her hand back and put them on her top, pealed the fabric away slowly, revealing her bare breasts. She wrapped the cloth around her hand and ran it across her face, then his. Spock moved his head quickly, grabbing a piece in his teeth and ripping it from her hand. She started at this a bit, but regained composure, grabbing the torn cloth and throwing it on the floor. She was still standing over him, moving her hips slowly again, this time letting her hands circle around her own breasts. The muscles in his arms tensed as he struggled against the cuffs, trying to move closer. She dropped down onto him fast, feeling the hair on his lower torso tickle against her labia. She put her hand to his neck, forcing it back against the headboard. She writhed against him, knowing her could feel her hot, wet sex on his skin. His hands formed tight fists as he strained to touch her. His head pulled forward, mouth open and ready.
She put her other hand to his throat and struggled to keep his head back. He seemed to understand what she wanted and stopped struggling. Once he was calm, she ran both her hands across his taught shoulders and back up to his neck, moving up the side of his face into his hair. Her touch was light and teasing, her hand running down the back of his head and circling around to the front. She sighed heavily and moved her fingers to the bottom of his earlobes, moving up each ear slowly, paying close attention to the pointed tips. His hips thrust up again but she didn't move. With one hand she forced his head to the side, rather hard, and blow softly in his sensitive ears. He thrust again and she ran her tongue along its edge. A whimper escaped his lips as his body tensed up. She then took the tip of his ear between her teeth and tugged.
His whole body was thrashing. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling over, an instant reaction. Without realizing it, she had placed his face directly between her naked chest. She felt his tongue start to flick over the space between her breasts and she shuddered. Not yet, she thought and she forced herself back. The look on his face almost forced her back to that position. He was actually frowning at the loss of contact. It was something she had not seen before and it just about broke her heart. But she had to continue.
She slid down his torso, leaving a trail for rough kisses and the occasional rake of her teeth. She hovered above the waistband of his underwear, scared to move in case he bucked, and slowly took the band between her teeth. She pulled the fabric away from his skin and he moaned. Her hand crept up to help remove the offending cloth. She threw it to the floor next to her top, sitting on the back of her legs, marveling at his (finally) naked body. He was still damp with sweat, his body heaving with every breath he took. Her eyes fell to his waist, especially the area she considered one of her favorite parts of him. The Adonis belt, the area at his hips, that delicious indention that formed a prominent V down to his pubic bone. She ran her finger along that part of him and he whimpered again. Her finger made a trail further south, purposely avoiding contact with his sex, circling down his inner thigh and back up again. She teased him like this for several minutes, revealing in his squirming and shutters that soon turned to strong and violent flails, the veins in his arms visible against his straining.
She finally stopped teasing him, feeling a little bit of pity and took him into her hand. Her hand moved slow and steady, pulling his prick taught before dipping her head down and placing the tip in her mouth. As she had expected, his hips thrust again and she pulled away to keep from choking. She worked her hand more, waiting for his body to slow down before she put her mouth to him again, taking the time to admire his member in her hand. It was rock hard and a slight shade of a green, a part of him she was not unfamiliar with, and she wanted nothing more but to wrap her legs around his waist and ride him like her life depended on it. But again, this was about him and ironically his life actually did depend on it. She would feel him inside of her soon.
She took him into her mouth slowly, her tongue moving quick around the head. As always, the taste was salty and not unpleasant. She could feel the burning in her loins as she bobbed up and down, using all her will not to touch herself as she pleased him. He was moaning now, that metal clanging filling the air again as he recoiled again. She began pumping with her hand now as well as her mouth, making one fluid movement to encompass him completely. She could feel his legs begin to quiver as she moved quicker and worried that he might climax soon, bringing her elaborate ruse to a close too quickly. She eased her pace and moved her hand to his thigh. She looked up into his face for the first time since taking him to her mouth and saw his eyes wide and burning a hole into her. The fierceness in his gaze excited her and she opened her mouth wide again, relaxing her throat and allowing her take the full length of him. She felt him hit the back of her throat and suppressed her gag reflex. She sucked hard as she pulled her head up and released him, aching from the sounds he made. She took him in again and this time scraped her teeth up the shaft. He shuddered again and growled this time, the raw sound causing her to jump. She smiled up at him, her hair spreading across both of his thighs. She pulled that hair back over one shoulder, giving him an easier view as she continued to lick and suck him. Her mouth was beginning to stiffen as her jaws and neck worked harder. She would have to stop soon and move forward with her plan. That space between her legs practically begged for her to move forward but she ignored it. That time would be soon enough.
The twitch in her jaw told her it was time. She pulled away from him one final time, slowly, using her tongue to move all around his shaft, feeling the texture, mapping the veins in her head. She pumped with her hand still, he squirmed faster, panted harder and she found herself unwilling to let go. His legs began to smash against her but still she held on. His breaths were so deep when he inhaled she should see the outlines of his ribcage but still she carried on. The cuffs were constantly clanging, louder and more often as his head rolled violently on his shoulders. She dipped her head down one last time, tracing the outline of the head before dipping her tongue into the opening of his dick. There was another loud clang and rough crash and his bucking body knocked her to the floor. She pulled herself up, a little dazed but not confused and looked at the bed. She saw the indention their two bodies had made. She saw the handcuffs attached to the now broken headboard. What she didn't see was her lover.