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AN: This is nothing but unapologetic smuff (smutt/fluff) brought about by a conversation that I had with a friend who knows who they are. I just wanted to write this to get it out of my brain. It’s just for fun, so please don’t take it too seriously.
I own nothing from Star Trek.
If you read this, I hope you enoy! If you enjoy, please do let me know.
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“You know what you did,” Zeeren said.
Nahla laughed in response, swallowing it back a second too late. A pop of the laughter escaped her.
“I got bored,” she said.
“You misbehaved horribly!” Zeeren said.
“And I’ll do it again, too,” she said.
He looked surprised and she smiled in response.
“Still sassy, even when you know that…you’re about to be punished?” Zeeren asked.
Nahla bit her lips to keep from laughing again.
He looked genuinely surprised. It wasn’t hard to surprise him. They’d been seeing each other, now, for nearly six months—mostly keeping things quiet, though a few people knew about their relationship—and she still felt like she surprised him at least twice a day.
Of course, he was working on surprising her, too. He just needed a little help to figure out how to relax a little more and accept that she would truly accept everything about him—even the parts that frightened him a little.
Tonight was the first night that they were going to explore some of the things that frightened him a little, and it excited Nahla. Now that he was becoming more comfortable with her and, perhaps, a little more trusting that she meant what she said about not judging him, Zeeren had shared with her a few of his fantasies—and he’d seemed genuinely surprised that she was more than happy to help him live some of them out.
This one had been planned—at least to a degree. She had planned enough of it with Zeeren to assure him that she consented to every last bit of it, but she’d insisted that he keep some of it a secret. After all, she also wanted to enjoy experiencing him living out some of his fantasies, especially as they involved her.
“I never said it was all going to be easy, Kelrec,” Nahla said.
She saw his throat move as he swallowed. She sensed him tensing slightly. She offered him a soft smile—just enough to remind him that it was all a game for both of them to enjoy.
“Come here, Nahla,” he said.
Nahla pretended that she didn’t notice his voice tremble slightly. That wasn’t what this fantasy was about. This fantasy was about his voice not trembling. If anyone was meant to tremble, it was her—and she would play her part in time, for his pleasure.
“You come and get me,” she said.
He came toward her, and she bit the inside of her cheek. Her pulse kicked up—her body began to respond naturally to the directness of his movement and the determination on his features. She set her feet to stand her ground, but she would go where he directed her. She was excited to see what that might mean.
He wanted to take control of her—complete control. But he didn’t want to hurt her—not really. Not beyond what they’d both decided they wanted.
She liked to be hurt a little, after all, and she was anxious to see what the taste of absolute dominance might do for him.
When he reached her, he wrapped his fingers around her throat. His hand pressed just hard enough on her windpipe to make it clear that he was there, and he could choke off her air if he chose to do so, but he wasn’t choosing to do so. The slightest trace of a wince crossed his features. Nahla gave him another of the soft smiles of reassurance.
“What do you have to say to me?” She urged, when she practically felt his hesitation. “Are you—mad about my teasing?”
She saw the change in his features. He drew in a breath and let it out. He relaxed a little, reassured that the game was still on and she was still comfortable with how he was expressing himself. She hoped he would relax. She hoped he had a great deal more in store for her. But she accepted, too, that it was his first time and he was nervous.
He tightened his fingers slightly and she swallowed against his hold, certain that he could feel her throat move against his palm—a physical reminder that he held her life in his hand, at least to a degree.
“I told you to stop repeatedly,” he said. “You almost embarrassed me in front of everyone.”
She smirked at him.
“You don’t want me to…remind you of how handsome you look next time?” She asked. “How much I can barely—resist you? Contain myself in your presence?”
“You know I can’t—let that kind of behavior go unpunished,” Zeeren said, not losing his performance for the moment. “Otherwise, there’s no telling what you’ll do next time.”
“I guess you don’t have any choice,” Nahla said, raising her eyebrows at him.
“I don’t,” he said. “I want you to remember that—you didn’t give me any other choice.”
“Oh—I’ll remember,” she offered.
“Come with me,” Zeeren said. He let go of her throat, and she rubbed her hand where his fingers had squeezed. He asked her, with his eyes, if he’d overstepped in any way. She offered another of the reassuring smiles.
“Where do you want me?” She asked. “For—my punishment?”
He pointed toward a chair in his personal quarters—a comfortable piece of furniture. Nahla walked toward it and looked back to see him veering off toward the replicator. She turned her head, looking away. She wanted the surprise—as much of it as she could have. She felt her cheeks burn a bit warm at the realization of how excited she was and how much she craved this—whatever it might end up being.
She practically hungered for novelty of any type, and her relationship with Zeeren was turning out to be one that offered her a great deal of novelty.
“Take off your clothes, Nahla,” Zeeren said. “You won’t need them.”
Nahla stripped down to her underwear and bra—both silky and black, and chosen just for this evening’s events.
“I told you to strip down,” Zeeren said, coming over. Nahla glanced at his hands, but flicked her eyes back up, reminding herself that she didn’t want to ruin any surprises.
“You take the rest off,” she said. “If you want it off.”
He laughed ironically.
“You never stop, do you?”
“No,” she said. “I guess you’re just going to have to…figure out how to get it out of me.” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Or—get something else into me. I’m flexible.” She laughed quietly. “Maybe we can figure out…just how flexible I am.”
“On your knees,” Zeeren said, not taking her bait. “Face that way.”
“Say please?” She teased.
“Now, Nahla!” He said.
She appreciated the thrill that came with his frustration and the strength behind the command. She did what he asked.
“Like this?” She asked. He made a sound and she laughed quietly. “I’m serious—for just a second, Kelrec. Is this…how you want me?”
“Yes,” he said. “Give me your hand. Now the other.”
As he directed her, he attached a handcuff to one wrist and then the other, effectively handcuffing her to the high back of the chair. If she were taller, she could easily free herself. As it was, she could get free if she were absolutely determined to do so, but it would take wiggling upward to stand on the chair, and she wasn’t that concerned about it.
Zeeren would hurt her—for that, she hoped—but he would stop if she said it was too much. He would fuck her—maybe more than one way, if she was lucky—but she knew that he wouldn’t go any further if she said that he was overstepping a boundary.
Up to now, Nahla had no boundaries that she was aware of, so she doubted that would happen.
“The left one is loose,” Nahla said.
“What?” Zeeren asked, he was fastening a blindfold over her eyes.
“The left cuff,” Nahla said. “It needs to be tightened. I can pull my hand out of it. I don’t want to pull loose when it gets good.”
“It’s not supposed to be good, Nahla,” Zeeren said, tightening both cuffs to the point that Nahla gritted her teeth against the pinch of both of them. She appreciated that. “You’re being punished for not knowing when to stop. I took away one of your senses—so you’ll be more aware of what’s happening to you.”
“Mmm hmmm,” Nahla offered, pressing her face against the back of the chair. She didn’t want to admit that she was already turned on to the point of distraction.
Zeeren was gone for a little while—she didn’t know how long. She had never been good at sensing time passing. It was a Lanthanite problem. They were never really very accurate with the passing of time.
She jumped when she felt something cold against her skin. He didn’t soothe her. She knew what it was soon enough. He cut her bra away. She liked to imagine that the cold metal was a knife, but it was likely scissors—safety first, even when she’d given him permission to torture her, if he felt like it.
The cold metal slid over her ass cheek—and then the other—as he cut her underwear free, too. She didn’t know if he planned it, or if he just couldn’t help himself, but he paused a moment to run a hand between her legs and tease her with his fingers.
She growled into the back of the chair and bit her lip hard.
Since the first time that they’d been together, he’d been fascinated with making her wet and with knowing just how wet she was. He still didn’t believe her that it wasn’t some parlor trick of sorts, and that it really was him who made her that way.
He slipped a finger into her, and then a second. She moaned out her appreciation and moved to ride his hand, her position making it fairly easy.
He pulled his fingers away from her and slapped her ass hard. It stung, and the bite of pain was delicious and entirely unexpected. He’d asked if he could hurt her. She’d asked him if he would. She’d given him permission to do anything and everything he desired short of something the Doctor couldn’t save her from, and they’d discussed things that had crossed both their minds.
But she hadn’t fully believed that he’d do any of it. He had expressed, without hesitation, that he was afraid that he’d never be able to hit her—not even for the sake of both of them enjoying the game that they’d laid out.
His fingers were gone, now, and her ass cheek stung.
“Not yet,” Zeeran said. “I tell you when you get fucked, and I tell you how you get fucked. You have to learn impulse control.”
“I do,” Nahla agreed. “Teach me.”
He slapped her again, on the other side. It was hard—harder than she’d ever expected, but he was stronger, she thought, than he even realized. He’d probably be horrified if he actually realized how hard he was hitting her. She wasn’t going to fully let on, because he would stop. He slapped her again, spanking her again for her transgressions. By the fifth hard slap, she cried out.
He stopped.
Nahla panted against the back of the chair. She caught her breath and listened as he walked away.
“Zeeren?” She asked.
“You need to be thoroughly spanked for your transgressions,” Zeeren said.
Nahla smiled against the chair, her face turned away from where she thought he must be.
“You do want me to learn my lesson,” she said. “You don’t really have too much of a choice.”
“I’m glad you understand,” he said.
She heard something make a slapping sound. She decided he was testing something against his palm, more than likely, so he would know how much damage it would inflict.
She moved her knees slightly and braced herself.
“This is going to hurt, Nahla,” he said. “But—I want you to know that it’s not acceptable to embarrass me in public like that. You can’t just do that and think you’ll get away with it.”
“I understand,” she said. “I accept it. I’m ready.”
She was not ready for the sharp sting of the first smack—a whip or a riding crop of some sort, it was impossible for her to tell what he was using exactly. She was ready, though, for the others that followed.
When he stopped, she had almost gone numb to the sensation.
“Do you understand how badly you embarrassed me?” He asked.
“I do,” Nahla said.
“Do you realize—how hard it was for me to hold it together, when you were actively trying to arouse me like that?” He asked.
Nahla laughed quietly.
“I do,” she said.
“Have you learned your lesson?” He asked.
“No,” she said. “I think—I need you to fuck me. I need you to show me what you’ll do to me if…I do that again.”
She felt his hand on her back. For a moment, he dropped the performance. She felt tenderness in his touch. He rubbed his hand over her ass. It was likely red and welted. He would apologize for it later, profusely. He would probably kiss every one of the marks that he’d made a dozen times.
“I’m OK,” Nahla breathed out, keeping her voice low so as to not entirely break the mood of their game, but saying it loudly enough to reassure him. She smiled softly, knowing that he could see her.
“If I fuck you,” he said. “You’ll enjoy it. It won’t be a reminder not to misbehave like you did.”
“Just—fuck me really good,” Nahla said. “Hard. Rough. Take what you want, Zeeren—what you wanted then. I’ll remember it the next time.”
It didn’t take much convincing on her part. She never expected it to take too much. After all, they both knew where it was going, and they both knew how it would end. When Zeeren took her from behind, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling it hard, she had to admit that he did so with a great deal more passion than he usually did.
She had truly teased him, and she’d aroused him a great deal more than she really should have when they were in a situation where he couldn’t do anything about it. It had, without any doubt, honestly frustrated him, and he took that frustration out on Nahla’s body, now, fucking her with absolute sincerity.
And it was delicious.
The whole thing left Nahla craving more. As Zeeren unfastened her handcuffs and freed her eyes from the mask, she was already thinking of other things she craved from him—other things she thought, with enough promises that she wanted whatever he might be willing to do to her, she might be able to prompt him to do in the future.
It was clear, though, that all of this had been all that he could take for one night.
He had enjoyed himself, and he’d tasted, perhaps, some small bit of his fantasy on the tip of his tongue, but it had taken a lot of out of him.
It had taken more out of Zeeren, Nahla thought, than it had taken out of her.
She hugged him as he freed her, and his hands gently rubbed her back and held her close to him, like she was precious and he had missed her dearly.
“You’re not too badly hurt?” He asked.
“I’m hardly hurt at all,” Nahla assured him. “In fact, I have some ideas for later, if you’re interested in hearing them.”
He pulled away and caught her face in his hands. He kissed her softly, and she returned it with as much enthusiasm as was possible—wanting to make sure that he knew nothing about her feelings had changed.
“Later,” he said, when the kiss broke.
She nodded.
“Later,” she said. “What do you want now?”
“To take care of you,” Zeeren said. “I have a dermal regenerator.”
“And then?” She asked.
“Bed?” He asked.
“Make love to me first?” Nahla asked. She smiled at him. He looked drained from the efforts involved in their game. “Gently,” she added. “And then…hold me until I fall asleep?”
“That’s not what…most men would want, is it?” He asked.
Nahla smiled at him.
“We’re alone,” she said. “And nobody has to know anything that happens when we’re alone. Besides—I’m glad you’re not like most men. I’d find that boring…and Lanthanites don’t handle boredom well. You know that.”