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“Oh fuck, Raffi! No, don’t stop!” Seven growled, trying to trap Raffi’s hand between her thighs. She was too slow and Raffi slipped away, grinning. Seven was left clenching hard around nothing. She ached up through her abs from the root of her clit. She felt something heavy and full sitting high in her abdomen.
“You thought you were being clever keeping quiet?” Raffi asked. “Honey, I can read you like a book.” She grabbed the cloth she’d been cleaning her hands off with periodically. “Let’s give you a few minutes to come the rest of the way down before we go again. Maybe you’ll make a better choice this time.”
Despite the threat in her words, Raffi handed Seven a bottle of water. Seven gulped greedily at it. Her throat felt raw from the gasping and moaning and talking. She was covered in sweat and her whole body ached. Most of it was fatigue from tensing her muscles but her abdomen, clit and even her vaginal muscles were tight with need. Raffi had taken her to the edge and left her there so many times in the last few hours, Seven had lost count somewhere after eight. Eight had been a hard one. She’d almost come when she’d twisted her hips unexpectedly and brushed Raffi’s thumb hard over her clit. Raffi had managed to pull back and the movement had earned her twenty full minutes on the edge. Seven had nearly lost her will entirely, but Raffi had relented just before she started answering questions, but not before she had slipped and started begging.
Seven was grateful for the time she’d spent with Tuvok on Voyager. The few minutes that Raffi gave her was just enough to use some of the grounding exercises he’d taught her. She used one now, gazing up at the ceiling and trying to let the intense arousal and frustration break over her. It eased the tension in her abdomen somewhat. Raffi waited for Seven to bring her gaze back down, giving her a wink when she did.
“What’s your name?” Raffi asked. Seven didn’t bother hiding her leering gaze. Raffi was as naked as she was, a cruel touch to arouse her more. Her hair had been pulled up so nothing hid her breasts from Seven’s view. Seven focused on her nipples. They were turgid.
“Seven of Nine.”
“What ship do you serve on?” Seven clasped her hands together behind her neck, stretching out across the bed in the way that made Raffi’s throat dry. She could be a tease too. “Starting already? I know you’re assigned to the Titan. Your com-badge told me that.” Seven didn’t reply. Her legs were still twitching from the last round. Raffi was going to kill her like this. Her clit throbbed with her heartbeat, feeling almost swollen. “Who’s your commanding officer?” Raffi skimmed a hand up Seven’s abdomen, drawing a shudder from her. Raffi’s hand was ice cold compared to her flushed, overly warm skin and it was a welcome relief. Raffi let her nuzzle into the comfort of her palm without remarking on it “I’m going to ask one more question. You answer and you get an orgasm. If you refuse, I’m going to edge you again.”
Seven swallowed all of her pleas. Begging just added more edges to her sentence. She set her expression as hard as she could manage when she felt like she was going to die if she didn’t get relief soon. She spread her thighs. “Just get it over with then.” She had expected Raffi to scold her or call her overly eager. Instead, Raffi took a step closer. The hand she was nuzzling into was suddenly between her thighs. Seven felt the familiar clench of her body trying to fight Raffi’s fingers as they parted her. Raffi had fucked her so many times tonight that she didn’t feel the stretch anymore. She tipped her head back. It wasn’t quite pleasurable, but it was close enough to start the ache in her abs that would wind into the unbearable tension that Raffi was an expert at inflicting on her.
“Not so tough when I’m inside you, are you?” Raffi’s eyes were hard and challenging. She hooked her fingers behind Seven’s pubic bone and jerked them forward. She thought for a second that she might be able to force an orgasm, but Raffi withdrew entirely when she felt the clenching. Seven bit her tongue to keep the whine in but Raffi still looked smugly at her. “You’re lucky that I’m going to count that one.”
Seven didn’t feel lucky. She felt like she was going to combust. “Fuck, Raffi.” Everything was strained or aching. Her whole body felt like she’d been climbing and hiking for days. She took slow breaths to calm herself. She relaxed into the bed, not caring about the pretense between rounds of questioning. She gently flexed her legs a few times to work the tremors from the over wrought muscles while she shook out her arms to get the blood back into them. She pointed her toes and pressed her hands outward to give her hips and back a good stretch. Just the intensity of that movement made her abs clench tight, which made her clit throb. Seven almost tried to ride that to an orgasm, but it was against the spirit of the game they were playing.
It was her first shore leave on the Titan. They were docked at Deep Space Five and Raffi had come to see her. The idea of turning their first night together into a mock interrogation starring edging and orgasm denial had seemed fun and exciting. Seven was sure that the memory would be, but somewhere around the fifth time that Raffi had left her empty and clenching, it had become less sex and more of an exercise in self-control. It wasn’t like the sessions with Diana where she could get lost in the pain just accept the lash, focus on Raffi holding her and become a mess. Raffi wasn’t holding her, she was the one that was causing the distress, and the one comforting her now.
Raffi started massaging her right thigh where it had begun to cramp. Her posture had relaxed, she was dealing with Raffi and not the cruel interrogator right now. Seven closed her eyes and just enjoyed the cold hands touching her. “Are you okay?”
“Mhm, green.” Seven replied, not bothering to open her eyes.
“Not a status update.” Raffi replied, fingers digging into the heart of the cramp. “I know you can handle this physically. How are you feeling? Do you like it?”
Seven nodded. Her brain was too full of images of Raffi taking her and finally letting her come to find an eloquent response. “It’s… pleasantly unpleasant.” She replied. “It’s definitely a test of how much you’ve broken my begging habit.”
“Good.” Raffi switched to her calf, and Seven turned to give her access to her whole leg. “You’ve only slipped once. You’re so tough. I didn’t think you would be able to handle more than ten.”
Seven opened her eyes to give Raffi a look at that. “Don’t goad me.” She growled, but her voice was too strained from moaning to have any real edge.
Raffi smiled, tilting her head. “I’m not. It was a sincere compliment. Edging is hard to handle for an extended session.” Seven closed her eyes again. “I have an end point in mind and I’m not pushing you farther than that.” She moved to the other calf. Seven couldn’t help the moan that tore from her throat as Raffi started to run her thumbs down a ligament that she’d torn a few times. It felt heavenly, it was better than the sex. Raffi lingered there for a few minutes before moving to the thigh to rub away the last bits of cramping and trembling there. “Can you handle my mouth or will it push you too far?”
Seven felt her body twitch at the idea of warm slick suction over her clit. She rolled onto her back again. “Try. If I start begging, use my ass.” Raffi had started with their clothes on, using her thigh to get Seven worked up the first couple times. Her clothes had been confiscated before the third round of edging and her interrogator had stripped too. Raffi had taken her time carefully opening Seven to alternate between fucking her and building her up slowly by stroking her clit for the next few rounds. Raffi hadn’t even teased her anus yet.
“It’s harder to edge back there. The sensations build differently and I could end up over or underwhelming you. And if the scene turns, I don’t want you to have negative associations that we have to de-program. You don’t like vaginal sex that much to begin with, so it’s not much of a barrier to you enjoying sex if we have to do some reassociation work.”
Seven appreciated the caution. “You’re willing to risk oral?” She asked, doing a little teasing of her own.
“I don’t think it’s possible for you to build up a negative association with oral.” Raffi might have groused in another scene, but she gave Seven a kiss on her hip implant. “Spread a little wider for me.” Seven followed the direction without complaint. Raffi slid between her legs, taking her time to leave a series of long and comforting kisses on the insides of Seven’s thighs. She paused as she drew closer to Seven’s sex. “Do you want to sit up? You’ve been lying there for a long time, you’re not uncomfortable, are you?” Seven scoffed, rolling her eyes. When she looked down at Raffi her eyes were glittering with amusement.
“I’ll stay here, thanks.” Seven folded her hands across her stomach.
Raffi kept the kissing up for long enough that Seven started to grow impatient. She kissed her quads, her abs, leaned up to kiss her neck and chest, paused to pull each nipple into her mouth for a few seconds, and then glacially slowly worked her way back down to leave feather light kisses on her outer lips. Seven stared up at the ceiling of the hotel room, if Raffi caught her watching she would put on a slower performance. Besides, her muscles had fully stopped twitching and trembling, she wouldn’t admit it out loud but, it was a welcome respite from the intensity of the past few hours. Seven hummed with delight when Raffi left her vulva to kiss back up her abs again. They still felt heavy and full with need but the intensity had faded with some of her cramps. It was manageable now. “Look at you, learning to be patient.” Raffi smiled, big, soft and sweet. It was earnest praise and not meant to be a tease. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
Seven met Raffi’s warm brown eyes, reaching down to stroke her face. “It’s an intense challenge. I’m also enjoying the less intense moments that you give me to collect myself.” So much for not admitting it aloud, but Raffi deserved to know that she was enjoying herself. The sessions with Diana could be hard on Raffi when she asked the holo-program to really hurt her, but she also got to feel Seven’s eagerness to begin. It was a trickier tell to know if Seven was continuing the scene out of obligation or if she’d been enjoying the game when the central focus was orgasm denial.
Raffi dipped her head to give Seven’s outer lips a long slow lick. Seven shuddered, feeling the arousal that Raffi had allowed to cool to embers flare with new life inside her. The ache behind her clit was back in full force. “You can still come if you want to end the scene. I’m never going to punish you for using your safe words.”
“I know.” Seven wanted to kiss her, to reassure her, to show her that she wanted the edging and wasn’t just persevering through for the sake of stubbornness or pride. “I’m good. I’m enjoying myself. I’ll let you know the moment that changes.”
Raffi seemed mollified by that. She lightly ran her fingernails up and down Seven’s quads while she laid those teasing, feather-light kisses up and down Seven’s outer lips. Each kiss was increasing the ache in her abdomen and Raffi didn’t seem interested in stopping. Seven whined as she pressed one kiss a little harder over her engorged, exposed clit. A few hours ago, Seven would never have been so vocal, but she had been pushed so beyond caring about being an overly loud partner. Raffi dipped her mouth lower, swirling her tongue at Seven’s entrance. The hot, gentle lapping soothed all the aches and slight chaffing that Raffi had caused with the intensity and duration of their coupling. “Fuck, Raff.” Seven breathed. Raffi drew her tongue up, avoiding her clit directly and pressing her tongue into the swollen, spongey flesh around it to cause a little quiver of contraction that stimulated her clit. The tension snapped taut harder than ever. The ache in her abdomen grew into a sharp pain. It was so sudden and intense that it tore an unbidden, “Raffi-don’t,” from her.
Raffi drew back with a hard look. “Don’t you dare.” The harsh tone was enough to remind her of the rules again. The pleas died on her tongue. A knot formed in her throat, partially from shame at her near failure, partially at the care Raffi treated her with. She knew that whatever the end goal was would be hard enough, she wouldn’t allow Seven to make mistakes that would ruin the game. Raffi kissed her left hip bone and her hip implant on the other side. “Good girl. Can you bring your knees to your chest for me?”
Seven followed the direction slowly, feeling a small blush creep to her face at the exposed, wanton position. Raffi didn’t pause her kisses as she moved, she just kept pressing them to Seven’s inundated inner lips. Seven shivered as the kiss landed in the same ring of muscle around her clit, making it spasm again. “You’re such a quick learner.” Raffi praised, and Seven decided she liked this version of orgasm denial more than the interrogation. Raffi worked her up to the edge again, holding her there for a minute before she started asking her questions.
“What’s your name?” Raffi pulled away from her to ask the question and Seven almost started to sob. She twisted in the bed with displeasure, but Raffi held her in place.
“Seven.” She choked.
“Just Seven?”
“Seven.” She was more assured this time.
Raffi held her gaze and tapped her clit twice. Seven writhed under the intensity of the stimulation, forcing herself to keep her eyes on Raffi through it. “What year were you born?”
“Oh, fuck.” Seven trembled, the cramps were back in her thighs. She was so unbearably, unthinkably close. She was going to die. Everything hurt. Everything was so sensitive and so tight.
“What are you doing on this station?” Raffi wasn’t circling her clit. She was gliding her finger over the ring of swollen muscle that controlled it. The sensation was a dull echo of having her clitoris under Raffi’s fingers, but it still did the terrible job of ratcheting her closer than ever. She shook her head, refusing to answer.
Raffi dipped her head to take the path that her finger had been traveling with her tongue. Seven spasmed, hips rolling. She didn’t know if she was pushing into or away from Raffi. Raffi gave her a sharp slap on her thigh, pulling her attention from the mounting orgasm. “Who sent you?” She tried to chase the sensation, clenching, pressing her vulva into Raffi’s face, but Raffi anticipated it all, turning her face to avoid being trapped in a position that would allow Seven to use her tongue to reach orgasm. It wasn’t fair. She had been good, so good, for Raffi. Despair coiled in her stomach. Raffi’s tongue tracked lower, soothing her entrance again. Seven took a shuddering breath in, reaching for calm, reaching for logic. She hastily wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes as the ache eased off allowing her to think again.
Raffi crawled up her body to kiss her on the lips, letting the roles drop. “You’re amazing, honey.” Seven felt her chest swell with the praise but she kept silent, not trusting her mouth. Seven kissed back, hooking her leg around Raffi’s hip to run her foot up her hamstring and glute in a gesture that was half suggestive and half comforting. She pressed her head into Raffi’s shoulder. “Thank you, Seven. Now back to position.” Seven almost blurted out the safe word at that, unconsciously. She couldn’t handle another so quickly. Not like that.
She reluctantly unwound her leg from Raffi’s and settled her knee back against her chest. Raffi made quick work of the next three. She asked her three questions, working Seven up, asking, being refused an answer, and then taking her higher only to leave her at the peak, stranded with no way to summit after each question. Seven wept openly on the last one. She had been so close. Three in quick succession had left Raffi slightly careless toward the end. Twenty minutes ago, Seven would have been able to sneak an orgasm out of the half second that Raffi delayed in pulling away, but her muscles were too fatigued to clamp down the way she’d needed. Her body felt too overworked to produce an orgasm. Typically sensitive places had gone numb under the siege of sensation, and other places had grown so sensitive that they were painful to the touch.
Raffi gave her five minutes to calm down. She managed to quiet her sobs and dry her tears in less than one. “That’s my brave strong girl.” Raffi was starting to sound overwrought too.
“Status?” Seven asked, reaching for her face. Raffi kissed her wrist, then her palm.
“Green.” Raffi answered in seconds, like she’d known that the question was coming. She pulled back from Seven to grab the water bottle and offer her another drink. Seven sipped more slowly this time. “Did you take that Talaxian muscle relaxer?” Raffi asked after Seven handed her the bottle back. Seven nodded, not quite sure if she was going to like where this line of questions led. “You’ve been doing the pelvic muscle relaxing techniques that the Doctor gave you?” Seven shook her head at that. Raffi frowned but didn’t scold her. Seven could see her attempting to make a decision.
“How big is it?” Seven asked, interrupting Raffi’s internal debate.
Raffi reached into the small suitcase she’d brought with the gloves, lube, and a few other toys they used occasionally. She carefully lifted a dildo that looked like it was made of some sort of tritanium alloy out of the box. It had a flange at the base wide enough to catch on the O ring of the harness that Raffi had. It didn’t look very big. It was about a palm and a half in length and thin enough that she could close her fingers around it with the tips of her thumb and fingers nearly touching. It would be the first time Raffi used a dildo on her. Raffi had requested she use another, smaller and softer, dildo on herself in the past, while Raffi watched. Vaginal sex wasn’t unpleasant, not even with a phallus. She just didn’t derive the same pleasure that other people seemed to gain from the act.
Raffi offered it to her to touch. Seven ran the metal capped finger tips of her left hand of the metal, making a soft tinkling noise. It wasn’t crude or anatomically shaped like the penis of any race Seven had seen. It had a slightly larger blunt tip that tapered down a few centimeters, a thin section about the length of her first finger bone and then it swelled the remainder of the shaft, reaching its thickest point at the base. Seven gave Raffi her best seductive look and popped the head into her mouth. Raffi let out a harsh exhale at the sight. The metal was cold but it quickly warmed under her tongue. Raffi reached out, wrapping her fingers around the flange, nestling the bottom of the dildo in her palm. Seven let the moment take her, turning off her brain and shutting away how embarrassingly submissive this behavior was. It was for Raffi and Raffi was clearly enjoying the show.
She took her own hand off of the dildo and settled back with her heels under her ass, one wrist clasping the other behind her back. She tilted her head back for Raffi in a non-verbal queue of consent or request, she wasn’t quite sure which. She wrapped her tongue around the underside to protect her bottom teeth. Raffi gave the dildo an experimental press forward. Seven let it slid into her mouth and back out when Raffi withdrew it. “Fuck, Seven.” Raffi whispered. Seven hummed with pleasure, smiling around the metal. Raffi shuffled closer, resting a hand on her right cheek. She stroked the bone of Seven’s cheek and her starburst implant near her ear and began to press the dildo in farther. She eased it back out. Seven remained placidly in place, eyes focused on Raffi. The other woman experimented for a few minutes, never pressing back to test her gag reflex, or pulling all the way out to watch Seven’s saliva drip from the tip. Seven tried to push those memories away too. They were a dark stain coloring the moment with Raffi. Bjayzl had enjoyed humiliating her. Raffi wasn’t humiliating her, Raffi was enjoying the show she had wanted to perform. Raffi stroked her face and murmured soft praises while she ran the dildo over her tongue in different patterns, at different speeds, and with varying levels of power. Just when her jaw was beginning to tire, Raffi withdrew the phallus from her mouth.
Raffi leaned in and gave her a deep kiss. “Good, good girl.” She praised. “On your back for me now.” Seven felt the air rush out of her in long exhale, her gut turning. The memories of being cuffed with her hands above her head rose from some dark corner of her mind. Bjayzl using a toy that was far too large without lube or preparation, stretching her open, degrading her as a prude and a virgin, and then a harlot when her body did open, reluctantly and painfully, for the toy. She remembered the burning pain of the silicone over her skin and shook. Raffi was waiting for her to move and when she didn’t, Raffi reached out to stroke her chest and neck. Seven leaned into it. She hadn’t thought about those sessions in a decade.
“I can do it from behind if you don’t like getting fucked on your back, but you can’t ride.” Raffi was painfully gentle. “If you get lost you’ll sit down on it and I’m not strong enough to stop you. I won’t let you hurt yourself like that.” Her chest and throat ached with some kind of cold terror. She wanted to see Raffi, but she felt paralyzed with anxiety at giving anyone else full control of how much went inside her and how fast. From behind was the same problem but she couldn’t see her. She felt the yawning pit of despair and shame open in her stomach. All those times that she’d gotten impatient and just forced her body to handle the cramping and stretch, relying on the comfort Raffi provided to keep her even keeled had lost her Raffi’s trust to not ruin the scene. Tears were sheeting her eyes and they tracked onto her cheeks, she couldn’t do it. Her vision blurred and she took a breath around the knot in her throat. She swallowed, trying to find the words. Raffi kissed her forehead.
She wouldn’t hurt herself if she sat on it. Raffi had opened her up well enough to take it easily, she thought. She swallowed, trying to force the words out of her throat. Raffi stroked her hair. “Talk to me sweetheart.” Seven shook her head, the pit was too big, it had taken too much of her. “We don’t have to use it if you don’t like either of the options. We can try outside of the scene, when you’ll be more patient.” More patient. She tipped her head to look up at the ceiling and gently tapped her finger tips on her thumbs in a grounding exercise. Raffi wouldn’t let her ride to avoid her hurting herself. Raffi read her better than anyone. Raffi didn’t want to hurt her or humiliate her. Raffi had never even restrained her, much less forced her to endure pain while they coupled. She had scolded Seven for being impatient and forcing discomfort when it was unneeded. Raffi would stop if she used the safe words. The logical barrage closed the pit of anxiety that had opened in her enough that she could act.
Seven eased herself onto her back, still a little unsure, but Raffi had long since earned the opportunity to prove that she wasn’t going to hurt her. Raffi placed the dildo on her stomach and positioned herself between Seven’s thighs. Seven shifted to give her access. Raffi covered her breasts and abdomen with kisses, running her open palms over the tops, sides, insides, and even undersides of her thighs to help her relax. Seven let herself by coaxed into relaxing into the bed. Her whole body still ached, but it was dulled by the cool skin against her, by the pleasure of being nuzzled, kissed, and stroked with no ulterior motive.
She let her eyes drift close and her mind took her back to La Sirena’s captain’s quarters. Raffi was kissing and praising her, eyes locked on her face and not the dildo she was trying to press inside herself. Raffi had done the preparation with her fingers, by all logical processes, the dildo should easily have slid in. Her body had clamped down after the head. Seven had been prepared to shove it inside, to endure the discomfort long enough for her body to adapt, but Raffi had stopped her with a look. “Baby is that how Kathryn fucked you?” They didn’t acknowledge Seven’s other disaster of a relationship. Seven had wordlessly started to move the toy in clockwise circles inside herself to massage her traitorous muscles to open.
“No, Kathryn and I explored her sadistic side but she wasn’t cruel to me. After the first couple of attempts elicited nothing but opening a slick hole that didn’t seem to provide much pleasure, we abandoned vaginal intercourse in favor of impact play, clitoral stimulation, and anal penetration.” Seven had answered, grimacing as the head touched a sensitive spot and caused a spasm of her inner muscles. “I’m the one that fucked me like this. I’ve been alone on my ships for years. My body still ovulates, even though my womb could never carry a child. I couldn’t risk getting caught with my pants down in the middle of run, so I got used to doing it quick and adapting.”
Raffi answered that with a soft kiss to her neck that trailed to a nipple. She had reached out for Seven’s wrist. “From now on either Emmet fucks you on those runs or you do it like this.” The sound of the harness being buckled into place drew her from the recollection. Seven lifted her head, trying to come back from the floaty place she had been. “Where did you go?” Raffi asked, reaching out to take the dildo and slot it into the O-ring. Seven felt her breath catch at the sight of the dark red leather buckled over Raffi’s hips.
“To the last time we used one of these together.” Seven hummed, scooting herself closer, settling her heels on Raffi’s calves to draw her feet up her hamstrings again. Her legs were bent out over the bed, resting against the sheets rather than wrapping around Raffi’s hips. Raffi squeezed some lube onto her palm and spread it down the length of the shaft.
“The part where you got so annoyed with how slow I was going that you actually started pouting?” Raffi reached out with the remainder of the lube on her fingers and gently entered Seven with what felt like two fingers. Raffi didn’t fuck her. She spread the lube around her entrance and when she withdrew her fingers, she returned with the lube bottle. “Tilt your hips up, this is going to be cold and messy.”
Seven didn’t reply to the first question but she did let her lips draw into a frown when Raffi came at her with the lube bottle. “I don’t like when it dries inside me.” Raffi considered that with a shrug and put the bottle down. “I wasn’t annoyed with you.” She finally replied. “I was frustrated with myself.” She got distracted temporarily by the tip of the toy brushing her clit as Raffi gathered some of her own arousal as well as the lube.
Raffi got herself lined up and Seven wiggled her hips experimentally, not trying to push it in, but testing how their bodies lined up in this position. “You can touch Seven. Just don’t try to hold my hips. If I mess up and let you get close enough to have one, orgasms are allowed too.” Seven reached out to stroke Raffi’s abs with the backs of her fingers. Raffi was still semi upright, her hands on Seven’s hips. “Your clit is mine though, and your nipples. You don’t get to touch there.”
Seven’s stomach flipped as she realized they were still playing the orgasm denial game. The last edge had almost thrown her into drop head first. She couldn’t do this anymore, not with a toy. She would be too full, and then far, far too empty. This was a game and games were supposed to be fun. It wasn’t fun anymore. It hurt and it was making her dread the rest of the sex. Seven almost started to weep again at the unfairness, but she reminded herself that she could end the game at any time. That was the whole point of playing them, she was safe, Raffi would stop the moment that Seven told her that it wasn’t enjoyable anymore. It would be the first time she had ever found a limit and that soured her stomach, but she couldn’t take another edge without dropping and Raffi deserved better than to have even sex devolve into comforting Seven while she sobbed.
Raffi was waiting expectantly for some kind of reply, not seeming to mind that Seven had slipped off into some internal place for the second or third time in five minutes. Seven swallowed, looking down at Raffi’s bare breasts instead of her face. “I’ll tell you anything. Just let me come. I can’t take more.” She thought it felt stiff, but it was the best she could do without begging or pleading. Raffi physically jerked at the words, jostling her clit again. Raffi studied her posture and expression and nodded.
Back in her role as the interrogator, Raffi grinned wickedly. “That’s what I thought. Tell me your name.”
“Seven.”
“What ship do you serve on?”
“The Titan.”
“What’s your rank?”
“Commander.”
“What are you doing on this station?”
“Taking shore leave while the ship is resupplied.”
Raffi seemed pleased and made a move to line up, but Seven rolled her hips to avoid the dildo from catching at her entrance. Raffi shot her a confused look. Seven let a smile quirk up the corners of her mouth. “I prefer doggy, if I’m allowed to orgasm now.” Raffi shuddered at the words.
She made a long suffering expression that was pure farce and rocked back on her heels to let Seven up. “Get comfortable.” She said, voice shot through with desire. Truthfully, Seven could take or leave doggy. She found missionary to be trite, and she didn’t mind being pressed face first into a bulkhead or over any horizontal surface for a quickie. She preferred to ride, if she had to pick a favorite. Raffi, however, loved to fuck her in doggy. Raffi hadn’t ever confirmed it for her, but it was an easy read. Raffi was capable of endless patience and precision when she felt her lover would benefit from it, but when Seven was pressed face down into a bed, that care and calculation evaporated. Raffi had never asked for it, she wouldn’t. There was a subset of the population that saw all of the elements of the position as degrading, and Raffi didn’t fly anywhere near territory that could be considered humiliating unless Seven asked.
Seven carefully rolled onto her stomach and rose to her hands and knees. Any other time, Raffi would have given her time to settle and adjust, but the second she stilled, Raffi had a hand on her hip. “I’m lubing you.” The warning was just enough time to brace for the nozzle of the lube bottle being pressed inside her and the contents being squeezed into her vaginal canal. It was cold and made her feel unclean.
“I said no.” Seven grumbled, wanting to cant her hips down to let the lube drip out.
“I know, baby, I know.” Raffi soothed her with a hand running up and down her spine. Even as she spoke, she was distracted. “I can’t risk chaffing you though.” Seven felt the tip of the dildo press between her labia again, nudging at her entrance. “Remember to breathe.”
That was the only warning she got. The lube landed next to her left knee and the tip pressed into her in the same second. Despite having been warmed against her skin, the metal of the dildo felt nearly frigid compared to the walls of her vagina. It was a peculiar sensation but, like the coldness of Raffi’s hands against her, comforting. Her body easily parted for Raffi. After hours of Raffi’s tender care, there was basically no chance that she would have had any difficulties with the toy. Seven had expected the brutality she received when Raffi was using her anus and she put herself in this position. Instead, Raffi was jogging her hips in small but powerful thrusts, working her length inside Seven in increments. It was too slow and too gentle. She ached for Raffi, ached to be filled and sated. Seven braced on her elbows and started to rock back into Raffi, disturbing her pace. Seven intentionally took more than Raffi had been giving her, trying to fill the literal emptiness inside her with Raffi.
Seven exhaled as the head passed back behind her pubic bone, not quite catching the internal portions of her clitoris. Raffi’s hands clamped onto her hips in a warning gesture. Seven stilled her hips. “Too fast.” Raffi hissed, and Seven knew she was biting her lip. “Slow, Seven.”
Seven pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and stared at the wall ahead of her, tempted to mutter something unkind. Her patience had worn to the end of its limits. She let Raffi resume her far too slow and far too gentle pace, rocking into her with perfect timing to encourage Raffi to press further and faster. She wanted the snap of Raffi’s hipbones hard into her ass, the bite of the buckles on the harness, the slight discomfort of the unrelenting metal stretching and parting her. Her clit throbbed with need at the thought and her walls clenched onto Raffi.
“What is Titan doing in this part of space? Reports were that you were in Klingon space less than a week ago. You flew fast and hard to get here. What was the rush?” Raffi sounded distracted from her own question.
Seven barely heard the words, she was too busy focusing on anything but the tension getting pulled tighter and tighter by the passage of the toy’s head over her walls. “I told you, resupply.” She replied, gasping when Raffi pulled all the way back out. Seven shot her a betrayed look.
“Orgasm in exchange for information. Try again.” Raffi was disinterestedly stroking lube over the surface of the dildo again.
“We got into a small skirmish with some Klingon pirates.” Seven forced herself to reply calmly. “We used up a few torpedoes and a huge amount of dilithium when we fixed the hull damage. This was the closest station that had the supplies we needed without having to wait in dock for a few weeks.” She could feel Raffi studying her, but after a long few seconds, Raffi settled her hands back on Seven’s hips and started the slow process of working her length back in. Seven wanted to scream with impatience. This was a terrible, terrible game and a deeply unsatisfying kink. She considered telling Raffi to just fuck her, she couldn’t take anymore, but she had a little bit of her pride intact.
Instead, she dropped her shoulders and chest onto the bed and raised her ass higher. Raffi’s breath escaped in a ragged exhale and her hips jerked forward, burying at least half of the length of the dildo inside of Seven. She moaned appreciatively, rocking back to take the rest. Seven felt the leather of the harness against her buttocks before she registered the beginnings of the stretch of her body accommodating the toy. She tried to rock forward, planning to fuck herself if Raffi wasn’t going to do it, but Raffi’s hands on her hips held her in place again. “No, that was the opposite of what I told you to do. I said slow. Now you’re going to stay here for a full minute.” Raffi’s voice was strained and Seven realized that there was a touch of anger in her tone.
Raffi hadn’t ever been angry with her. Annoyed, exasperated, hurt, yes, but never angry. Seven looked back over her shoulder to find Raffi gazing intently at her with the full force of a disappointed commander addressing a careless ensign. It sent a throb of need directly to her core. Seven scoffed, dropping her face into the bed. A full minute. It had already been a few seconds, she could handle it. She supposed it was inevitable that her habitual disobedience during their powerplays would eventually illicit a punishment. Seven closed her eyes against the wave of self-pity that washed over her. Raffi had been the one being cruel with her caution and care. Seven was desperate, close, she needed to be fucked properly.
Her whole abdomen was cramping with that need. Her thighs were trembling with the effort to contain herself. Seven experimentally settled her weight all the way back against Raffi, spearing herself more completely on the toy. Raffi stroked her lower back and hips with the same care and affection she always expressed. “Yeah, baby, I know it’s hard. I can feel you clenching.” Raffi’s voice was softer now. “You have to stop doing that though.” Seven felt a knot form in her throat at the tenderness she could feel radiating from Raffi. She didn’t understand. Seven needed to be full, to ache, and to come. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” She wasn’t hurting herself, she was just chasing her pleasure.
Seven shuddered as her body clamped down on the base of the toy, trying to milk an orgasm out of it since it had stopped moving. Raffi’s fingers found her hip implant and stroked the skin around it, the way she did when Seven was having a hard time enduring Diana’s cruel ministrations. Seven lifted her head to try again. “Raff…” Seven’s call got Raffi’s eyes to meet her own. Raffi was still giving her that stern expression that very clearly communicated that she was to stay put.
“No begging Seven. That’s not why I’m doing this.” Raffi reminded her.
“I’m so close.” Seven tried again, statements, not requests. “I was open enough. It didn’t hurt.”
“You don’t ever stop to consider if it will hurt, baby.” That wasn’t true, she considered the potential for pain, but she usually decided it was worth the risk. Raffi never found that argument persuasive, though. “How am I supposed to trust that you’ll make a rational decision?”
Trust. That hit Seven like a hook to her ribs. What had Starfleet done to these people? How was it that pointless rule following was the only way to earn their trust? Seven had broken the rules, yes, but she hadn’t hurt herself doing it. Raffi’s insistence that they go slow would have driven her insane. Seven was trusting her gut, that’s what had kept her alive all these years, not the commands and rules of some authority. She took a breath and pushed those thoughts down. She could work that out later. Right now, she was here with Raffi. Raffi who loved her and was setting rules for both of them to avoid their games becoming cruel and painful. She was spiraling out. She’d found her mental limits, and beyond them she was irrational and cagey.
“This feels bad, Raffi.” She felt the last few inches of her pride slip through her fingers as she spoke. “I’m not hurting myself. You’re hurting me by making me stay like this.” She dropped her head back to the bed in a cowardly move. She didn’t want to see the hurt that caused on Raffi’s face. “I need to be full and to be fucked hard, to feel your strength as you dominate me.” She paused to see if Raffi would cut her off. Raffi remained silent. “You know how I react when I’m hurting, you’re feeling it now. Just fuck me and feel how much I need it.”
Raffi was silent for a long moment, but she did resume the small rocking motions of her hips. It was just enough to soothe the terrible ache inside her. “I love you so much.” Raffi’s right hand remained on her hip, thumb stroking her hip implant. The left one found Seven’s hand to cover it and interlaced their fingers. Seven closed her eyes, biting her lips closed as Raffi gave a small experimental snap of her hips, pressing in an inch or two in the middle of the toy. Seven stroked Raffi’s hand with her thumb, pressing her hips back into Raffi, inviting another thrust. “You’re beautiful, and intelligent.” Seven couldn’t swallow the moan that tore out of her throat as Raffi gave her another stroke. “You’re always so put together.” She didn’t feel put together. She felt scattered and overwhelmed.
Raffi pulled back and started to work the length of the dildo back into Seven with the hard thrusts that she had been craving. Seven met her movements with equally powerful thrusts backwards. “I’m so proud of you.” Seven twitched particularly hard as Raffi said that. “You would have given up trying to communicate what you needed and shut down a year ago.” Seven pressed back hard into Raffi when her lips settled on Seven’s neck. “You’re almost the whole way down the shaft now. You’re so eager, so perfectly compliant.” Raffi was breathing directly into her ear. It was too much. Raffi was fucking her earnestly now, easily finding correct force, angle, and speed that was hard enough to satisfy her, but not so hard or rough that it would cause discomfort or overstimulation. Raffi pressed her weight into Seven’s back, driving at her with harsh snaps of her hips.
Seven rocked back into Raffi, matching her thrusts, moaning, gasping, even whimpering. “Raffi…” Seven breathed, raising her head for a kiss. Raffi met her lips for a few seconds, it was sloppy and at one point their teeth crashed together. They both snorted with amusement. Seven pressed her face back into the bed to stifle another moan. It was a habit she’d picked up on Titan.
Raffi nipped her ear and pulled out until just the tip remained inside. “No don’t follow me.” Raffi chided as Seven tried to press her back in. “Can you hold still and trust me?”
Seven trembled at the enormity of the request but she nodded. “I trust you, Raff.” Her voice was cracked and gravely. She squeezed Raffi’s fingers with her own. Raffi didn’t make her wait or test her. The second the words left her mouth, Raffi straightened up, settling both of her hands over Seven’s hips. Seven felt her breath tear out of her lungs in a forced exhale as Raffi drove the whole length of the dildo inside her in one quick, harsh stroke. “Oh!”
Suddenly the ache in her abdomen from all the tight and overworked muscles cramping lit into a warm burn of pleasure. She clamped down around the shaft as Raffi pulled back. She heard the grin on Raffi’s lips. “Yeah, that’s right.” Raffi gave her another faster thrust, not bothering to control her speed and strength. Seven choked on a moan, trying to quiet herself. “No, no baby, let me hear you. Let me hear that beautiful voice that I worked so hard to ruin.” From anyone else it would have been humiliating, but Raffi’s tone was filled with desire. On the next thrust Seven let the noise escape into the open air without trying to swallow or muffle it. She wasn’t being overly loud or theatrical either. Raffi’s hips stuttered in the middle of the outstroke and Seven couldn’t help her own grin at that.
Seven relaxed into the motion of their bodies for the first time since the third or fourth edge, feeling all the tension except the one Raffi was building in her leave. She felt open and ready in a way she never had before. She assumed it was some sort of endorphin rush as her body celebrated the passage of a terrible trial. Raffi only had to thrust into her half a dozen more times before she couldn’t help but topple over the edge. The first orgasm was so intense that it was almost painful. She quaked under Raffi, hips pressing back, refusing to allow Raffi to withdraw at all. She moaned into the sheets, clenching around the toy hard enough to be convinced she was going to strain her vaginal muscles. Raffi stayed put, rocking against her until Seven started to drop her hips onto the bed. Seven whimpered at the sudden emptiness as Raffi let the toy slide out of her. She spread her thighs, bringing them even with her hips to make space for Raffi and the dildo. The invitation was irresistible and the dildo slid back into place as Raffi settled over her back again.
Seven let out a contented sigh and pillowed her head on her arms. “Can you do another one? Slow and gentle?” She felt Raffi shifting, putting her weight on her hands, which were somewhere between Seven’s arms and her ribs. She heard Raffi’s hip pop as she settled into a lazy rhythm. It was exactly what she had requested. Raffi didn’t fuck her, she drug the toy along her front wall in unhurried strokes, back and forth over the internal portions of her clitoris instead of in and out. Raffi’s full weight was pressed into her back. She felt protected, cared for, and loved as the toy moved in slow circles. “Perfect, Raff.” She purred. Despite the slow pace and lack of intensity, Seven found her way to orgasm a few times that way. Raffi knew exactly how to get her off quickly when she wanted to. Around the fourth orgasm, Seven felt the beginnings of chaffing where Raffi was grinding into her and rolled her hips away. “Getting raw, Raff.” The words were unnecessary as Raffi had stared to withdraw at the roll of her hips. Raffi rubbed some lube over the tender area with an apologetic noise.
“Sorry, honey, I shouldn’t have pushed it going for another one.” Raffi was still up on her knees, leaving Seven uncovered in the cool air of the hotel room. Seven heard the buckles as she started to take the harness off. Seven whined at her continued absence, it was an indulgence she granted herself. She was allowed to be whiny after Raffi pounded her into a puddle. “Patience. This needs to come off.”
Seven braced on one arm to turn and use her right hand to help Raffi with the buckles. The harness fell down Raffi’s hips to the bed, where she picked it up to toss it to the bottom of the bed. Raffi was soaked. Seven could smell her from here. She frowned. She’d come enough to be chaffed from it and Raffi might have gotten one from the toy grinding against her clit. “Did you come?” She asked, the strained, broken quality of her voice had Raffi handing her the water bottle again. Seven took a sip and swallowed gratefully. Seven eyed Raffi expectantly.
“Not yet. I was enjoying the show you were putting on for me.”
Seven rolled over onto her back. “Come here.” Raffi shuffled over on her knees and settled back on her heels next to Seven. Seven reached out to stroke her abdomen. Raffi pressed into her touch. Seven swallowed. “Tell me how to take care of you.”
Raffi closed her eyes and considered. “Lay on your side. I’m going to press my back into your front and throw my leg over yours. Fuck me, don’t mess around with my clit. It needs to happen before I lose my nerve. Just your middle though. I’m too tight for two.”
Seven had already started moving. She laid on her left side so her weaker hand was available for Raffi. The metal had edges that could catch or chafe the sensitive flesh of Raffi’s genitals. Raffi easily nestled herself against Seven’s body. Her buttocks fit perfectly into the curve of Seven’s pelvis and Seven made sure to lay Raffi’s hair in a manner that gave her full access to the smooth, sweat soaked expanse of skin that was her neck. Seven was already covering it with kisses. From her forehead to toes, there wasn’t apart of Raffi that Seven didn’t love kissing, but Raffi enjoyed her neck and chest being worshipped most of all. Seven’s right hand stroked gently at Raffi’s breasts, rolling each nipple between her fingers idly. She laid her palm out over the soft area where Raffi’s ribs opened in the front to expose her digestive organs. She knew the name of every bone, muscle, and ligament in the human body but she found the imprecise descriptions meant more to her these days. Seven nipped at the spot under Raffi’s jaw that made her whimper and stroked that soft, hollow place reverently. She could feel that Raffi had done a great deal to strengthen and define these muscles in the last few months. Seven moved lower, resting her hand on Raffi’s hip. She pulled back to whisper into Raffi’s ear. “Would you like to open up for me?” She let her voice crack a little.
Raffi took a steeling breath and raised her right leg to hook over Seven’s. Seven rewarded her with a nip on her shoulder. “Thank you, Raff. I’m going to lubricate my fingers and apply a small amount to your external genitalia.” She knew it sounded stiff and overly formal, but she saw Raffi’s lips turn up at the corners. Seven carefully squeezed a small amount of lube onto her fingers and gingerly touched her middle fingertip to the spot just above Raffi’s entrance. She was inundated. Just touching Raffi’s folds sent a heady wave of humid sex to both their nostrils. Raffi was exhaling in the long deliberate manner of a person trying not to have a panic attack. Seven could feel and hear her frantic heartbeat. “That’s it. Breathe through it.” She tracked her finger upward.
Raffi’s hips rolled into Seven’s hand, skating her fingertip forcefully over Raffi’s clit. Raffi whined at the contact. Seven could tell by the reaction that this wasn’t what Raffi wanted. She slid her fingertip back down to Raffi’s entrance. Raffi stilled. Her heart thundered in her ribs. Seven tried to distract her with more kisses to her neck. Raffi shook her off. “It’s too much. Just do it, Seven.” Raffi couldn’t even ask for the act by name. Seven pressed her forehead into Raffi’s neck.
She wanted to offer praise and assurance the way Raffi did. Her throat was dry, and her mind was too filled with the promise of finally being allowed inside to come up with anything comforting. Instead she murmured, “open for me, baby,” into Raffi’s neck as she started to slip her finger inside. She hadn’t needed to say the command. Raffi was open and soaked. The muscles of her entrance didn’t fight Seven’s intrusion. Seven mimicked the movements she’d seen in the instructional videos and practiced on herself in her quarters. Raffi went taut, pressing into her hand, arching her back to press her shoulders into Seven’s breasts and offer herself more completely to Seven. Her finger sunk in easily to the third knuckle.
Raffi was warm and wet and so deliciously tight around her. Seven’s head was spinning, floating. She was inside Raffi and she wasn’t trembling with anxiety or half blacked out on drugs. “Oh.” Raffi was breathless, exultant. Seven pressed her pelvis into Raffi, pushing her finger into the spot behind Raffi’s pubic bone that stimulated the internal portions of her clitoris. “Oh, fuck.”
Seven made a soft noise of agreement. “Try rocking your hips.” Raffi made a few experimental moves, pressing back into Seven at the end of each one. Seven eventually tried using her pelvis to guide the rocking of Raffi’s hips. Raffi opened herself up more, hooking her leg harder around Seven’s hip. “Good.” Seven smiled as the word caused a small convulsion in Raffi. It was exciting to feel it from the inside. No wonder Raffi spent so much time praising her.
Raffi let Seven guide the motion of their hips, let Seven fuck her in slow languid movements for less than five minutes until she couldn’t fight the orgasm building in her belly. Seven had seen and felt Raffi come hundred of times. She had watched from a few feet away, watched from a few inches away, been used as a flesh object to grind on, had her face ridden, fucked Raffi with her thigh more times than she could count. Now Raffi was coming around her, trusting her, open for her. Seven let the orgasm reach its natural conclusion before she slipped her finger out, making sure to warn Raffi first.
Raffi shuddered with the sudden emptiness. Seven cupped her sex protectively to support her through the transition. “Thank you for trusting me.” Seven husked into Raffi’s ear, drawing them closer together.
Raffi settled her knees together, unhooking her leg from Seven’s hip. “You can let go, I’m okay now.” Seven reluctantly removed her hand from Raffi’s sex. “Thanks for sticking through the all the hard steps with me to get to the point where you could fuck me. It felt good, not just the sex, but being open for you, feeling just how much you cared for me.” Seven urged Raffi to settle over her so Raffi’s pelvis was positioned over her abs, pressing them together more comfortably. Raffi’s face nestled into her neck and Seven found herself idly stroking down Raffi’s back. “This feels a lot like you’re the one giving me aftercare.” Raffi murmured, but she wasn’t protesting.
“We’re giving each other aftercare. That was intense for both of us.” Seven replied. “I feel the need to apologize for the number of times you almost lost me, but I won’t.”
Raffi reached up to stroke her face with the back of her hand. “That was a fun scene, but I don’t think we’ll do it again.”
“Agreed. I liked the few toward the end when you were praising me.” Seven marveled that she could say the word and express the desire so easily now. A few months ago, she would have obfuscated her true desire behind an ask that made her feel less vulnerable. She liked to be taken care of and comforted when she was being pushed to her limits. There was nothing wrong with that. “I was dangling by a thread toward the end.”
Seven heard Raffi’s smile. “I saw. I thought you were going to hold me down and ride me when I told you to hold still.”
“Why did you decide to do that?” Seven stretched her neck out to invite more kissing.
Raffi happily obliged, answering between kisses. “You weren’t open enough to handle a tip to base thrust without it stinging at least a little. I needed a pretext to open you enough for the base without working you up more. You were going to go in the next couple of thrusts, there wasn’t any other possibility. I’d worked you too long and too hard.”
“Next time, just fuck me. I like when it hurts. Holding the entire length immobile inside me was physically and emotionally unpleasant.”
“That’s the problem. You like the pain. You would have come on the first thrust. I wanted at least five.” Raffi murmured. “Next time though, I’ll sacrifice my desire to watch you tremble for your comfort.”
Seven found Raffi’s ass with her palms and lightly groped her buttocks. “You asked if I was doing my pelvic floor exercises. Have you been doing the homework that the Doctor gave you?”
She felt Raffi’s annoyed sigh. “It’s not been a huge priority.” She replied, almost murmuring. “I don’t masturbate anymore, though. I do one of the holodeck sessions that he gave me when I need to take care of myself.”
Seven kissed Raffi’s forehead. “I’m glad you’re trying, Raff. How are they going?”
“I do better with riding. Doggy gives me panic attacks, I still shut down in missionary. That from the side, but behind position is really good though. I don’t freeze up on the holodeck either.”
Seven stroked up and down her back with the fingertips of her left hand, drawing little patterns. “You’re doing it because you want to? Not just to bottom for me?”
“I want to bottom for you, but not just because you like to top.” Raffi nuzzled into her neck. “I want to have more options when we’re together. Before you, I only had a few partners, but when I top I get to watch people fall apart in the most beautiful ways, I get to watch everything melt away and leave just pleasure behind. I want that. Even just once, I want you inside me and to feel safe and loved and not terrified.”
“Our next port call is in three months. We could make a schedule to call each other and provide support during our individual homework sessions every few days. Shaw is very, very insistent that I take my sixteen hours of allotted rest time each day.”
“You’re the only person in the universe that could suggest phone sex to keep each other accountable and mean it entirely clinically.” Raffi chuckled. “I can’t hail from the holodeck though.”
Seven smiled. “I didn’t mean it entirely clinically. I miss you. It was easier to bear when I could just come see you, drop a mission on someone else, take a few days to regroup in your arms. Emmet can adjust the length and girth of his penis for you, and I don’t think there’s a woman he would reject.
“I am not fucking any version of Cristobal Rios.” Raffi shuddered.
“He’s loosely based on Rios’ appearance. He’s much more handsome and has his own personality, Raffi.” Seven chided her.
“Hard limit, not happening. I’ll figure out a way to program an Emergency Sex Hologram in and find a model that’s more my type. You can still let Emmet hit it when you come to visit though. I do miss watching that.” Seven scoffed at her. “Yeah, I know, it’s a pointless limit to set. I won’t fuck Cris, but I’ll watch him plow you into a puddle.” Raffi replied.
Seven captured her lips in a gentle kiss. “Let’s take a bath and find something to eat. I’m starving.”
“I’ll go grab something from the vendors in the promenade, you run the bath.” Raffi was excitedly crawling out of the bed to find her clothes to pull on. “There’s this Ferengi place that is to die for. It’s more fusion, they cook the bugs, and toss them in a salad.”
Seven watched Raffi get dressed and dash out the door. She lounged for a few minutes before she rose and found her way to the tub to turn the faucets on and dump the scented oils that the hotel had left out into the water.