Title:  Keeping Up With the Picards

Author:  Whoa Nellie ([email protected])

Series:  TNG

Rating:   NC-17

Codes:  C/Chakotay

Summary:  PWP Beverly takes a page out of Vash's book with slightly different results. This story was originally posted to ASC on November 27, 2007 and occurs in the Whoa Nellie universe "Reasons of the Heart" timeline, accepting all TNG canon through the movie "Insurrection" while adding Vash (from the TNG episodes 'Captain's Holiday' and 'Qpid') onboard as the ship's chief archaeologist and a post Endgame Chakotay onboard the Enterprise as ship's anthropologist.

 

Author's Notes:  This makes reference to the events of the previous Whoa Nellie story 'The Temptation of Jean-Luc Picard.'

 

Acknowledgements:  Paramount owns all the marbles, we just have a lot more fun playing with them. 

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KEEPING UP WITH THE PICARDS

 

                Chakotay was already shrugging out of his uniform jacket when the door to his quarters opened.  Before his regular work day in the Science Department onboard the U.S.S Enterprise-E, he'd pulled Bridge duty so he hadn't slept in about eighteen hours.  He had breakfast with Beverly, but she'd begged off of lunch with him citing a busy day.  Since she was off duty, he was guessing that her busy day included a rigorous facial, a grueling manicure and an arduous pedicure at the spa with the rest of the trio.  Hopefully he'd be able to stay awake long enough to enjoy the fruits of her labors.  The bedroom light was on, so he assumed that Beverly was in there.  Sauntering in with a witty comment about her day on his tongue, everything was forgotten when he saw her lying on the floor of the bathroom, unconscious with her skin all swollen and discolored.  Rushing over to her, he felt for a pulse with his heart in his throat.  Relieved when he felt a pulse, faint and erratic though it was, he hit his commbadge.  "Chakotay to Sickbay, medical emergency in my quarters.  Lock onto Dr. Crusher and beam her directly to Sickbay."

 

                'This is Dr. Selar,' came the prompt response.  'What is the matter?'

 

                "I don't know," he said, frustrated.  Her body shimmered and disappeared in front of him.  "I just walked in and found her."

 

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                 Rushing into Sickbay moments later, Chakotay looked around and quickly located Beverly on a biobed being scanned by Dr. Selar.  Before he could take a step toward her, Alyssa Ogawa blocked his path.

 

                "You should wait in her office, Commander," Alyssa said.  "I'll tell you as soon as Dr. Selar knows anything."

 

                Without giving him a chance to argue, Chakotay found himself practically dragged into the office and the door closed.  All he could do was watch through the windows as the medical staff worked on his wife.  It felt like an eternity passed while Dr. Selar meticulously studied the scan results and gestured to a nurse.  She took a hypospray from the nurse and checked it before administering it to Beverly.  Moments later, she nodded and turned toward the office, motioning for Chakotay to join them.

 

                "It appears that she had a severe allergic reaction to something," Dr. Selar informed him as soon as he reached the bedside.  "She was in anaphylactic shock.  I have given her something to counter it.  She will need to remain here overnight for observation but she will be fine."

 

                He took Beverly's hand, still puffy and discolored.  "What did she react like that to?"

 

                "That is unclear," Dr. Selar replied.  "There is no indication of allergies in her medical record.  We will need to wait for Dr. Crusher to regain consciousness to determine that.  You may sit with her if you like."

 

                Chakotay took the chair that Alyssa brought over, murmuring a thank you before he sat down without once releasing his hold on Beverly's hand.  He stroked her hand and watched as her color gradually returned to normal and lost that puffy appearance.  Only when her beautiful eyes opened and focused on him did he completely relax.  "Do you have any idea how much you scared me, Fireball?"

 

                "Sorry," she muttered hoarsely.  "Water?"

 

                He cradled her head as he held a cup of water for her to sip from.  "Dr. Selar said that you had an allergic reaction.  Do you know what it could have been?"

 

                Recalling the events of the day prior to waking up in her own Sickbay, she closed her eyes and turned her face away from Chakotay.  "It doesn't matter."

 

                Chakotay moved to sit beside her on the biobed, gently caressing her cheek and coaxing her to look at him.  "What is it, honey?"

 

                Beverly checked to make sure that none of her medical staff were within earshot.  "It's stupid, I feel silly enough right now without anybody else knowing."

 

                "I'm not just anybody," Chakotay patiently pointed out.  "If you're allergic to something, I should know what it is, not to mention the fact that your medical record should include that information."

 

                She felt her face flush and knew that he wouldn't stop pushing until he got what he wanted.  "Fine, but you can't laugh."

 

                "I promise you, after these past couple of hours I am not at all inclined to laugh."

 

                "I was at the spa with Vash and Deanna earlier," she began.  "Vash was telling us about this holoprogram that she'd run with Jean-Luc.  I thought you might enjoy it so I reserved some holodeck time and I was getting into costume.  I had an allergic reaction to the costume."

 

                "What costume?" he pressed her, knowing that she was holding back.

 

                Beverly sighed and looked away, knowing that her face was red as a beet.  "Orion slave girl, all right.  I injected myself with green skin dye to become an Orion slave girl and I must have had a reaction to the dye."

 

                It took every ounce of self-control for Chakotay to keep from cracking a smile.  "Why would you think I'd enjoy you dressed up as a slave girl?"

 

                "It was more than just the outfit," she said.  "The scenario included a kinky sex club and spanking.  Vash and Captain Picard enjoyed it a great deal--according to Vash.  I just thought it might spice up our sex life."

 

                Leaning over, he captured her lips in a tender kiss with his hands cupping her still-slightly puffy face.  He broke the kiss and shifted to nuzzle beneath her ear.  "Leaving aside the insinuation that there is something wrong with our sex life for the moment, you are not Vash and I am not Captain Picard."

 

                Beverly pulled his head back to look into those deep, brown eyes and ran her fingers through his dark hair.  "I know, I know; the full head of hair is a dead give-away on that point and it's not that I think there's anything wrong with our sex life; I just don't want you to get bored with me."

 

                He finally gave into his pent-up mirth and burst into laughter.  "I'm sorry, Fireball, but the idea that you could ever be boring is just too much."

 

                "Vash and Jean-Luc have been married longer than we have and they're still finding new and exotic ways to keep their sex life fresh.  Deanna and Will do role-plays on the holodeck all the time and I just thought we needed to do something different once in a while."

 

                "You ending up in Sickbay is certainly different," he teased lightly.  "Sweetheart, every couple has different dynamics; what works in one relationship doesn't necessarily work for another.  Just because Vash and Captain Picard enjoyed that scenario doesn't mean we would; truth be told, I'd prefer it the other way around."

 

                "Oh?"

 

                "It's not that I don't enjoy having my way with your incredibly limber body," Chakotay prefaced his explanation.  "But I've told you on more than one occasion how sexy I find you when you're being aggressive in bed.  If you really want me to spank you, I'll indulge you; however, if this is about what I'd enjoy, it would be you dominating me."

 

                Beverly kissed the tip of his nose.  "Now you tell me."

 

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                Chakotay rang the door chime to the Picards quarters.  Beverly was asleep in Sickbay and on his way back to his quarters, he'd had an inspiration.  When the door slid open, he nodded to Picard.  "Evening, sir.  I was hoping to borrow your wife for a moment."

 

                "Commander Chakotay," Picard greeted him.  "By all means, come in."

 

                Vash uncurled herself from where she'd been reading a PADD on the sofa.  "Hi, Chakotay, where's Beverly?"

 

                "In Sickbay," he said, "as a patient.  She had an allergic reaction to something and went into anaphylactic shock.  She's fine, Dr. Selar treated her and she's resting comfortably.  I just thought you could  help me prepare a little surprise for her."

 

                "How thoughtful," Picard noted.  "Give Beverly my best and take Vash for as long as you need."

 

                Vash slipped her shoes back on.  "What kind of surprise did you have in mind?"

 

                Chakotay grinned and pointed his head toward Picard.  "The kind of surprise that you ladies tell each other all about but that your husband would sleep a lot better tonight if he didn't know."

 

                "Oh."

 

                "Good night, Commander.  I'll see you when you get home, dear."  Picard had heard all he wanted to hear at that point.

 

                Outside of the quarters, Vash looked up at Chakotay.  "Where are we going?"

 

                Chakotay checked the corridor to make sure no one else was around.  "The holodeck, but first I need that kinky sex club program of yours."

 

                "My what?" Vash was caught completely flat-footed by his question.  She could feel the blood rush out of her face only to flood back in and give bright color to her cheeks.  Fervently hoping that the sudden ringing in her ears wasn't a precursor to fainting, she struggled to regain her equilibrium.

 

                "Your kinky sex club program, Your Majesty," he took great delight in enunciating each syllable while watching her face go through several shades of color.  "Beverly told me all about it.  Since you ladies tell each other everything, you should know that the allergic reaction she had today was in response to the green skin dye that she injected herself with.  In trying to re-create that scenario for us, she ended up in Sickbay."

 

                She wavered for a moment, torn between concern for her friend and amusement at the circumstances.  Amusement won and she started laughing.  "Oh poor Bev, that must have been humiliating."

 

                "Fortunately she was fully clothed," he offered.  "She must have been planning to change her clothes in the holodeck.  At any rate, she'll be off duty for a couple of days after this and since I have tomorrow off, I want to get it set back up with just a few tweaks and I was hoping you could help me."

 

                Vash shot him a big grin.  "Love to and the program is already loaded into the holodeck computer; Bev got it from me at lunch.  Now, let's talk toys."

 

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                The next morning Beverly stood outside of Holodeck Two and checked the status display.  Vash had stopped by Sickbay to check on her and deliver a message from Chakotay that if she was feeling up to it, he had a surprise for her.  Seeing what program was running, as soon as she entered the holodeck she engaged the privacy lock. 

 

                The surroundings were just as Vash had described them with the old-style bar running the length of one wall and the enormous mirror that extended all the way across the room and onto the ceiling to give an erotic view of the bar top.  The iron rings at intervals along the top and bottom of the bar evoked naughty images and she caught the reflection of herself flushing.   Holographic torches along the walls and an ornate, crystal chandelier provided soft mood lighting without hiding anything.  Unlike Vash's description, however, there were no tables or chairs in the room; instead there were a variety of couches, padded chairs and even a couple of beds scattered through the room along with some interesting pieces of equipment.  She nearly jumped when she heard Chakotay's soft voice in her ear.

 

                "Vash tried to talk me into wearing a loincloth," he murmured.  "I just thought we could ease into the costume romp a little slower, maybe start with the romping and try the costumes some other time."

 

                Hearing about Vash and Jean-Luc's adventures in this kinky sex club program had been erotic, standing in the middle of the program was more unnerving than naughty.  "So what do you want me to do?"

 

                "Nothing," Chakotay said.  He turned her around and reached out to caress her cheek.  "All I want you to do is relax and enjoy yourself however you want to.  If you want to stretch out on one of the beds and just cuddle, that'll be fine.  If you want me to give you a massage, I'd be happy to oblige; I am yours to command.  I want to serve you because that's what makes me happy.  Why don't we start with a tour, check the room out and see if you get any urges."

 

                Beverly nuzzled his hand briefly but before she responded to his suggestion, she pulled him to her and kissed him roughly.  Her lips crushed his and she forced her tongue into his mouth to dominate him.  She could feel him acquiesce to her and his body react almost immediately, swelling to press intimately against her.  She broke the kiss and nipped at his lower lip.  "I'm getting some pretty interesting urges already."

 

                His uniform uncomfortably tight, he led her over to where a pair of heavy manacles hung down from the ceiling on thick chains.  "This is a pretty basic set-up although you can adjust the height of the chains from a control panel behind the bar."

 

                "Show me," she said trying not to sound hesitant.  When he took a step toward the bar she stopped him.  "No, put your hands in the shackles."

 

                Blood rushed to his hips and he swallowed a moan, the scenario was starting to heat up and it hadn't even been five minutes.  He took a breath to steady himself and obediently placed his wrists in the manacles.  She was intentionally pressing her body against his as she leisurely traced her finger along his arm to snap first one manacle and then the other shut.  His hips jerked at each loud click.  The shackles were low for him, his hands were held beside his head almost close enough for him to reach out to her but not quite.  While she had taken control sexually in their relationship many times, he had chosen to allow her control; this was the first time he was literally chained and helpless.  It was the most erotic sensation he'd ever felt.

 

                The more turned on Chakotay got, the naughtier Beverly felt.  "Did you bring a change of clothes?" she asked him.

 

                "Yes," his answer was barely a whisper.  "For both of us."

 

                She rubbed her hand across the bulge in his uniform pants.  "Good boy; now you mentioned a control panel behind the bar."  Sauntering toward the bar, she used plenty of sway in her walk knowing that he was watching her every movement.  Her tongue brushed across her lips as she found and activated the control to raise his arms higher.  She kept his feet firmly on the floor but his arms were fully extended above him.  Her eyes roved over him appreciatively, his broad, muscular body on display--kinky display-- before her.  With no idea where this was going, she had to admit it was a heady sensation to have a big, strong man place himself completely at her mercy.  Glancing up at the mirror over the bar, she made a mental note to make use of that before they were done.  Anticipation began building and she walked back over to her boy toy.

 

                In spite of his intention to allow her complete control, he pulled at his chains in frustration.  He knew she'd stop if he asked and he also knew that she'd never hurt him but her slow pace made him feel like he was going to explode.  The rise and fall of her chest told him that her breathing was accelerating as she walked back toward him; however, it was the look of curiosity-tinged mischief on her face that captured his attention.  He was starting to think that this was going to be a very long day.

 

                "How did you know about that control panel?" she asked him, just walking around him and taking in the view.

 

                "Vash gave me a detailed tour of the room last night," he said.

 

                "Oh really?" she was glad that she happened to be behind him at that moment so he couldn't see the grin on her face.

 

                "I asked her to help me set the program up for us," he explained.  "I didn't really intend for a woman who reminds me of my little sister to give me a thorough lecture on each piece of kinky sex equipment and the variety of uses it has.  I would have preferred to figure it out for myself or even ask the computer."

 

                Beverly stepped closer to press herself against his back and ran one hand up the inside of his leg to tease the straining bulge at the juncture of his thighs.  "She probably enjoyed the chance to discombobulate you; she enjoys the way you banter with her but this was an opportunity too good to pass up."

 

                His body was throbbing so forcefully that he almost didn't notice the teasing touch of her hand against him.  His hips pressed back, trying to increase the pressure and frustrated by the confines of his clothing.  "Fireball, please; I don't really want to talk about Vash or anyone else right now."

 

                She moved her hand around his hip with her other hand coming around so that she was embracing him from behind.  The sense of power was exhilarating, but in that was the knowledge of just how much love and trust it took for a man like Chakotay to give her that much control.  Their bodies touched at every point from shoulder to hip stimulating incredible heat even through their uniforms.  Massaging his thighs, she avoided touching him intimately.  "Now we need to test you and see how well you learned; otherwise Vash may need to give you a refresher course."

 

                He groaned at the pleasant torture and the lilting tone of her voice.  She was obviously enjoying herself.  "I'm getting the feeling that I've created a monster."

 

                In spite of the erotic fantasies that were already flashing through her mind, she had to ask one last question.  "Are you sure you're comfortable with this, Chakotay?  We don't have to--"

 

                "I'm most definitely not comfortable, Beverly," he interrupted her.  "I am incredibly turned on right now because of you.  I want you so much it hurts and you're just getting warmed up so I can only imagine how amazing you'll be when you're more comfortable with this yourself.  All I ask is that you don't blindfold me, I want to be able to watch you."

 

                "Deal," she nipped at his earlobe.  With that last niggling reservation out of the way, she relaxed into the setting and began to contemplate what fun she could have.  She considered stripping his pants off while his legs were free, but looking around the room and recalling that he had a change of clothes, she had a better idea.  Crossing back over to the bar, she hopped up to sit on it and reached back to release the shackles. 

 

                He lowered his arms, shrugging his shoulders to ease the stiffness but otherwise he stayed put.  It was almost an experiment to see how far she'd go with this; the most erotic and the most painful experiment he'd ever conducted but the look on her face was promising to make it more than worth it.  That strong, confident demeanor that he found so appealing in her had taken on a domineering overtone that was irresistible.

 

                "What's that?" she pointed from her perch on the bar to the contraption on a small platform stage near where he stood.  She noted that he'd stayed where he was even after she'd released him from the chains. 

 

                "It's called a St. Andrews cross," he said.  "There are restraints at the top and bottom of each piece and the individual can be bound to it facing inward or outward depending on what you want to do with them.  The center plate can be changed to different textures depending on mood."

 

                "Show me."

 

                Chakotay started over, a smile on his face.  Her words were exactly the same as when he'd described the manacles, but her tone was stronger this time, more sure.  "Should I get my clothes out of the way first?"

 

                "No," she said sharply.  Hopping off the bar, she walked purposefully over to stand at the edge of the small stage.  "For this rest of our time here you will do exactly as you're told, no more and no less.  Is that clear?"

 

                A low moan escaped his throat, his body practically leaping with the rush of need that her words provoked.  "Yes."

 

                "Stand against the cross, facing outward and assume the proper position."

 

                He had to force himself to do as she instructed when all he wanted to do was grab her and carry her over to one of the beds.  Intent on abiding by the conditions that had been set up, he obediently placed himself in the directed position.  Anticipation fluttered wildly but when he closed his eyes in an effort to steady himself for the moment she would chain him to the cross, an image of her in a leather bustier, leather pants and impossibly high-heeled boots flashed through his mind.  It was a turn on for him when she was sexually aggressive and he'd patiently drawn that side of her out over the course of their relationship so he'd known that this would be pleasurable for him.  What he hadn't expected was the sheer intensity of the feelings that being shackled evoked. 

 

                His body was trembling under her touch and she knew it wasn't fear, he was trembling with need and desire for her.  She captured his lips but broke it off almost immediately when she felt his arms surround her.  "I didn't say you could break position."

 

                He hadn't even realized that his arms had moved to her, all he could think about was how much he wanted her.  Placing his arms back in place, he struggled to breathe.  The clasps on these restraints were different than the manacles and she fumbled with the first one for a moment.  Her breast kept rubbing against him with her effort and by the time she'd managed to secure his wrist he was ready to scream.  She fastened his other wrist in place more quickly and then knelt between his legs.  Knowing her mischievous nature, he expected it but his body still reacted violently when she nuzzled him intimately with her cheek.  He had no idea how his feet stayed in their position, but he felt her removing his boots and socks before locking his ankles against the lower edges of the cross.

 

                "Computer, give me a pair of heavy scissors--cutting shears," she requested as she stood up.

 

                "You know the uniforms have fasteners -- they're not hard to remove under ordinary conditions," Chakotay bantered albeit somewhat hoarsely.

 

                Slowly rubbing the scissors up the length of his torso, she carefully used the closed blades to lift his chin.  "But these aren't ordinary conditions and this will be more fun."

 

                His leg jerked a little when the cool metal of the shears slid along his skin.

 

                "Don't move," she warned him softly but firmly.  Slowly, deliberately she cut the leg of his uniform pants open, careful to leave his underwear untouched.  When she had cut almost to the waistband along one side, she moved the scissors to cut up the other leg again stopping just short of the waistband.  Freed from the restriction of the uniform pants, his state of arousal was even more obvious.  The temptation was too much to resist so she leisurely rubbed the shears along the tanned, bare skin of his legs and drew them across the inside of his muscled thighs and around to torture the backside as well.  He was struggling to stay still but his body was rubbing against the plate at the center of the cross and she suddenly realized why people might want to put different surfaces on that center plate.  She snipped the waistband and flung the tatters of his pants to the floor.  Unfastening his uniform jacket, she slid the scissors under his shirt and kept the cool metal pressed against the warm skin of his abdomen until she felt his reaction.  Impatient to feel his skin, she wasted no more time and swiftly cut away his shirt and jacket so that he was chained, spread-eagle in front of her with only his underwear on.  Tossing the shears aside, she started to strip off her own uniform only to notice the trapeze suspended from the ceiling and had an idea.  "Computer, play music, selection 'The Stripper.'"

 

                  Chakotay watched, entranced by the vision of his wife as she used the trapeze and a nearby pole to show off her lithe, limber body in an incredibly sexy striptease.  Her skill as a dancer was obvious and impressive as her uniform came off piece by piece in perfect time to the music.  The fabric of his underwear was a torment to the engorged flesh of his erection.  She would have been hot as an Orion slave girl dancing for him, but this scenario was absolutely incendiary.  There would definitely be more visits to this program if he had anything to say about it.

 

                Opting to rid herself of all of her clothing, she danced back over to Chakotay and rubbed herself against that strong, masculine body.  Free to do whatever she pleased, she licked at his chest, tasting the salty beads of sweat beginning to trickle down his tawny skin.  She kissed and licked her way to his nipples, already stiff with his desire.  Her fingers came up to hold one, rolling it between her thumb and fingers and giving it an occasional tug.  Her mouth moved to the other stiff nub, sucking on it.  He was crying out, groaning and begging as he struggled against his restraints.  Confined as he was, she could feel his hips pushing as far as possible in an effort to rub against her.  Shifting her body, she allowed their hips to meet and she reached around to trail one fingernail down his spine and under the waistband of his underwear.  The instant she lightly scratched down across one cheek of his backside, his entire body jerked and she felt him orgasm against her.

 

                "Oh, Fireball . . .  that was . . . Spirits," he panted. 

 

                She'd known he was aroused, but getting him off without even directly touching his erection was quite a power trip.  This scenario had serious future potential for fun.  "Did I do that?" she cooed in his ear.

 

                "I love you," he chuckled, his breathing still unsteady.

 

                Pulling back she dropped a quick kiss on the end of his nose.  "I love you, too; but we're not even close to done yet.  There's a lot of this place you haven't demonstrated for me."

 

                His legs were shaking a bit when she released him, but he managed to stand up straight and wait for her orders.  She didn't say anything instead gesturing for him to follow her to a nearby sitting area.  "I took the tables and chairs out of the room and added more of these --Vash called them bondage furniture--around the room in the interest of comfort.  They have restraints and rings for attaching chains built into them so someone can be put into whatever position suits you," he offered.

 

                As much fun as she'd been having with Chakotay, her body was pulsing with need, demanding a release of its own.  At the very least she needed something to take the edge off and this would do nicely.  She pointed to the foot of a chaise lounge in front of them.  "Kneel and put your arms out on either side."

 

                 The moisture in his underwear was cooling and leaving an uncomfortable sensation but she hadn't told him to remove them so he dropped to his knees in the designated spot and put his hands in the restraints there.  She sat on the chaise, straddling it and facing him.  He could see the evidence of her arousal, the glistening wetness at the juncture of her thighs.  His hands were fastened so that he was virtually hugging the bottom part of the leather lounge chair and he was wondering what she had in mind when she stretched out so that his mouth was right over the lower part of her hips.

 

                "Only using your lips and tongue," she began, "service me until I tell you to stop."

 

                "With pleasure, my fiery little dominatrix."

 

                Relaxing back against the supple leather, she closed her eyes and concentrated on her pleasure.  This wasn't a role play she would have chosen herself, but she was extremely grateful that Chakotay had.  His breath wafted gently across her skin, she could feel goosebumps raising on her thighs from the ghostly sensations and she squirmed against the chaise.  His tongue was rough as it dragged across the tender skin on her inner thighs and without warning his mouth latched onto the pale skin, sucking hard to leave a mark.

 

                "Chakotay!"

 

                "Sorry," he grinned up at her, not at all sorry.  "I couldn't resist; you can spank me for it later."

 

                "Just get to work," she chuckled, laying back down.  This time his tongue went directly for the swollen, throbbing center of her need and flicked against it.  She was surprised when her hips convulsed with release almost immediately.  Apparently the power had gone to more than just her head during this scenario.  Reaching for his head, she directed his face down, wordlessly encouraging him to continue.  Without hesitation he complied, his tongue flicking and rubbing against her quivering flesh, adding to the ripples of pleasure coursing through her body.  The pressure built slowly this time, the heat of his mouth against her a stark contrast to the cool air against her skin.  His tongue plunged into her, stroking her intimately before returning to toy with her clitoris.  Rocking her hips up, she held his face firmly against her, demanding in her need.  Her breasts were aching and she idly wished that she'd left his hands free to ease that discomfort.  Finally the knot of sensation coiling low in her hips snapped and she cried out her pleasure.  Her hands came up over her head, finding and holding onto restraints at the top of the chaise.  "More, God, don't stop."

 

                Taking a moment to catch his breath, Chakotay latched onto her and began sucking hard, rubbing his tongue against the tip but never letting up the pressure.  Between the sounds of her passionate abandon and his body rubbing against the leather chaise, his own desires were rekindling.  He brought her to her third orgasm more quickly this time with the stronger, more intense sensations he created and after she'd collapsed back he heard her gasp that it was enough.  He licked tenderly around the passion-swollen folds of skin, smiling when he felt her shiver involuntarily.

 

                "Computer," she panted, "delete restraints on this chaise."

 

                Unable to resist, as soon as they were free his hands caressed her legs, his eyes caressing the rest of her body, lying there beautiful in the afterglow of her multiple releases.  "Would my lady like to try out one of the beds now?"

 

                "Mmmm," Beverly sighed.  "Your lady thinks that we're not done with our tour yet."  She stretched luxuriantly before sitting up.  "What would you like to show me next?"

 

                "Bed?"

 

                "I know how a bed works."  Beverly reached out to him, tacitly ordering him to help her up.  She knew his instant obedience was more chivalrous habit than the setting but still it added to the sense of power and eroticism of their game. 

 

                Holding onto her hand just a minute longer, he bowed and kissed the back of it in a courtly gesture.  "You're enjoying this a little too much."

 

                "No such thing," she pertly informed him.  "Now, lead on."

 

                Chakotay led her over to a pair of leather-padded sawhorses.  "Again there are restraints at strategic locations so that a person can be bent over them in a variety of positions."

 

                Beverly straddled one of them and rocked against it.  "Erotic if not exactly comfortable; what are those?"

 

                Following her finger to see where she was pointing, he moved to give her a better view.  "Those are various implements used for BDSM activities.  As Vash explained it, the heavier paddles and thicker canes provide a thudding sensation against the skin while the thin canes, the whips and flimsier paddles provide more of a stinging sensation.  She suggested that we not try the four foot bullwhip for safety reasons.  One of us has already ended up in Sickbay over this program and if both of us end up there, it won't look good."

 

                Laughing, she got up off the sawhorse and walked over to the rack.  "Noted and I'm never going to live that down, am I?"

 

                "Doubtful."

 

                Up close, the implements looked even more imposing than they had from a distance.  She reached out to touch them, feeling their textures and thickness.  Pulling out a wide paddle covered with metal studs, she eyed Chakotay thoughtfully.  "Lose the underwear and go over to the sawhorse."

 

                His body jumped to life, hardening to full, throbbing extension as blood rushed to his hips.  He'd never even thought about this type of sexual activity so he couldn't figure out why he was reacting so strongly to the situation.  Enjoying her sexual aggressiveness was one thing, but his reactions were a lot more intense than he'd expected.  His straining length was pulsing in time with the racing of his heart as he walked over to the sawhorse. 

 

                "Bend over."

 

                He nearly orgasmed again at the tone in her voice when she said those two words.  Struggling to control himself, he grasped the sawhorse and assumed the ordered position.  In the mirror he could see her toying with the paddle and looking at him.  He tensed as she walked over, anticipating her next move.  His mind was racing, he'd never been spanked before so why was he so . . . willing . . . curious . . . eager; he couldn't come up with the right word to finish that thought.  When she rubbed the paddle against his backside, his hips pushed back unbidden. 

 

                "You did tell me I could spank you later for that mark you left on me," she reminded him, her voice calmer than she felt.  The idea of paddling him was incredibly erotic but she couldn't bring herself to actually strike him.  The reality just didn't feel right.

 

                "I did," he acknowledged.

 

                Beverly caressed him with the paddle for several minutes and then abruptly dropped it, turning away.  "I can't, I just can't do that."

 

                "Honey," Chakotay called out to her before he realized that there was nothing really holding him in that position.  He went to her, pulling her into his arms.  "You don't have to do anything that doesn't feel good for you.  Those things are just part of the program, we can just play with the bondage equipment and leave the toys for more advanced players."

 

                "I'm sorry," she sighed.  She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his strong, broad shoulder.  This whole thing had been her idea to start with, albeit with a few changes by Chakotay along the way, but now here she was chickening out. 

 

                Holding her naked body against him, it would have been easy to carry her over to one of the beds and ease his painful state of arousal.  They'd both enjoy it, but it would defeat the entire purpose of this whole set-up.  He rubbed his hardened length between her legs against the hot, moist juncture of her thighs, knowing that he was just torturing himself.  "You don't have anything to be sorry for," he whispered.

 

                Not even able to look at him, she tightened her arms around him.  "But--"

 

                "No, no buts," he said firmly.  He pried her arms away from him and forced her to meet his gaze.  "There is no script for what you're supposed to do or not supposed to do.  You are no more Captain Picard than I am Vash so if you aren't comfortable with spanking, then don't.  I don't know any more about BDSM than the lecture on the equipment Vash tortured me with last night so we're both just playing here, seeing what we enjoy.  Don't be sorry for deciding that you don't enjoy some aspect of this, just focus on what you do enjoy."

 

                Beverly settled her lips over his in a soft, lingering kiss.  She could feel him return the kiss but obviously holding himself back.  Deepening the kiss, she held his face in her hands and used her thumbs to apply pressure on his jaw.  His mouth opened submissively to her, encouraging and almost daring her to take command.  It would be easier if he'd just carry her over to the bed and take her, but she was the one who wanted to spice up their sex life.  She just hadn't expected Chakotay to use cayenne pepper right out of the gate.  On the other hand, the way their bodies were entwined left no doubt about how much he was enjoying their fun and naughty games.  Her hands moved down and around his hips to squeeze his firm, round cheeks before scraping her fingernails across them.  Feeling his hips twitch against her, she broke the kiss.  "Well then, my luscious boy toy, I'm getting a little hungry and I was really hoping to enjoy that bar so why don't you go hop up there and stretch out while I decide what I want to eat."

 

                "Yes, ma'am," Chakotay grinned broadly all the way over to the bar.  If a part of him was oddly disappointed about the spanking, the rest of the day was turning out even better than he'd hoped.  Climbing up on the bar, he laid down and looked up at the full-length reflection of himself.  The mirror reflected the entire room so he could see her turning away from the computer station with a tray of food and practically strut over to him.  Her full breasts bounced lightly, her skin was slightly flushed and her beautiful red hair was mussed from the playing they'd already done; she looked every inch like a sensual, wanton woman.  His body grew harder with each step she took.

 

                Setting the tray of assorted fruits and vegetables down, she ran her fingers through his short, dark hair to brush some stray locks away from his face.  "Scoot down about a centimeter and stretch your arms up over your head."

 

                The thought flashed through his mind that he was enjoying the bondage a little more than he probably should, but his body reacted instantly to her instruction and assumed the position she'd told him to without any hesitation.  "Think maintenance would notice if we install a mirror over the bed in our quarters?"

 

                Locking his hands and feet into the rings along the inside and outside upper edge of the bar, she noticed the subtle squirming and moans that marked his passionate reaction.  She began transferring the fruits and vegetables to spread them out on his body.  "Give me some time and I can probably find a medical reason why we need one."

 

                Chakotay sucked in his breath at the cold, wet feel of food being laid on his skin.  "You know there are these things called plates that most people hold food on."

 

                "This is more delectable."

 

                "Just be careful where you put that carrot."

 

                Chuckling, she lightly slapped the inside of his thigh.  "Be quiet or I'll stick a cucumber in your mouth."

 

                The blow was not hard but it was in a tender area and the sound amplified the effect; his hips jumped and whatever retort he would have shot back was lost in the groan that slipped out.  He laid there, chained and helpless to do anything but watch her reflection in the mirror.  Perched on a bar stool in front of his food-covered body, she leaned over and he felt her teeth graze his skin as she took a piece of melon into her mouth.  The entire thing was erotic torture, watching her eat off of his body, occasionally feeding him but not once using her hands.  The whipped cream was the worst, a pile of it in the center of his chest where she swirled strawberries that she held in her teeth before swallowing it herself or putting it in his mouth.  He felt chilly and sticky all over but he didn't care.  The only thing he could think of beyond the eroticism was not moving so that her food didn't fall off of him.

 

                She was disappointed when it was all gone, she'd been so lost in every bite that it was a surprise when there was no more left.  Contenting herself with licking and sucking her plate clean, she couldn't resist swirling her tongue around his hardened length.  He hadn't said anything more after his comment about the carrot but his assorted moans, groans and whimpers told her how much he was enjoying himself.  Their reflections were a study in contrasts, him a big, powerful, dark man and her pale, lithe body and bright red hair.  She watched herself in the mirror, her creamy hand almost white against his bronze skin as it skimmed down the broad expanse of  his torso.  Her long, nimble fingers toyed with him and she watched the play of her skin against him in rapt fascination.  Eventually the wild squirming of his body got her attention and she could hear him hoarsely begging her.  She released his hands and feet before climbing up on the bar.  The desire to watch him take her was almost as strong as her need to feel him inside her.  On her knees between his muscled thighs, she pulled him to a sitting position and kissed him fiercely.  "Here," she muttered, "right here so I can watch."

 

                With the promise of a culmination to the sexual torment she'd put him through, it was all he could do to pause long enough to turn her around on the bar top.  Positioning her on all fours so she would be able to watch them in the mirror along the wall, he was relieved to feel the moisture dripping down the insides of her thighs.  His hips were twitching, his straining length rubbing and pushing against her ready, willing body.  He locked his gaze with hers in the mirror and watched the expressions flashing across her face as he gripped her hips and thrust deep inside her.  Her skin was flushed, her mouth open slightly and he could just see the pink tip of her tongue.  He stroked in and out of her body, never taking his eyes off the mirror and he could see that she never closed her eyes or looked away either.  Her hips were pushing back to meet him every time he pushed himself back into her.  She had let herself go completely, there were no doubts or inhibitions in her behavior, she was just lost in the sensuality of the moment and she was beautiful beyond words.  Her body clutched at him when her orgasm rolled through her body and he almost lost control but he wanted just a little more.  Without letting up in his tempo, he reached around her body using his left hand so she'd be able to see his every action in the mirror.  The tight, wet heat of her body was rippling with aftershocks of pleasure and enhancing his own sensations, pulling and massaging him every time he pulled out and pushed back in.  He traced around her breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers until he heard her whimper.  His fingers trailed down her sweat-dampened, taut abdomen, briefly tugging at the curly hairs down there before slipping into the swollen folds of moist flesh to find the center of her desire. 

 

                The pleasure was overwhelming and she struggled to catch her breath after her first release, but somehow she kept her eyes focused on the image in the mirror.  The strong, powerful body thrusting into her, deep forceful strokes that completely filled her body over and over again.  When his hand came around to add to the conflagration, her muscles clenched around him even harder.  She could see the play of his muscles beneath his skin, all that power in service to her.  Floating on the euphoria of her previous orgasm, the intensity kept building higher and higher until it exploded and she cried out as her entire body convulsed with pleasure.  She barely had time to re-focus her gaze on the mirror before his body tensed and he found his own release.  Exhausted and totally sated, she collapsed onto the bar top.  It took almost more energy than she had to roll to her side so that Chakotay could lay down beside her breathing just as heavily as she was.  "I can't believe we just had sex on top of a bar," she laughed ruefully.

 

                "This from the woman who once seduced me in the men's locker room at the Academy," he pointed out, propping his head up on his hand.

 

                Beverly flushed.  "God, don't remind me."

 

                Chakotay gently tapped the end of her nose.  "That's the woman I fell in love with."

 

                "Wild, reckless, wanton . . . "

 

                "Passionate, beautiful, fiery," he corrected her.

 

                She looked around the room and back to the man laying beside her.  "You really enjoyed all of this?"

 

                "Honey, you put up this poised, icy exterior to the rest of the universe but from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there was a hot, passionate woman buried in there.  I love that fire and I cherish those times that you let that side of yourself out to play, my beautiful fireball.  I know how few people have ever seen  that side of you which makes it all so much more precious to me.  I savored every sweet, tortuous, amazing moment of this and I'm really hoping that you enjoyed it enough to want to try it again some time."

 

                Beverly slid her toe up along his leg.  "What makes you think we're done this time?  There's that leather web thing you haven't demonstrated yet."

 

                "Bondage rack."

 

                "Oooh, kinky."

 

**FINIS**    

 

Many a Vash

 

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