To Tame a Captain
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Star Trek › Voyager
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,038
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Star Trek: Voyager, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
To Tame a Captain
Disclaimers: You all know who's raking in the money and it's isn't me.
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It was over.
After almost two years of constant battles won, enemies destroyed, hidden deceptions and ruling with a cruel iron fist, only to be defeated by a tiny bite of an insect. The senior officers of the Warship Voyager had voted to leave behind the Captain and First Officer on the backward planet that had sealed their fate, while they would continue home without a backward glance. A new regime had started as the two officer lay in a coma, unaware of the coming betrayal.
Instead of waking up on one of those uncomfortable beds in Sickbay, they had woken up to find themselves idyllic paradise, flat on their backs on the ground wearing their stained uniforms. They had been stripped of rank as a final insult from the crew, but the leader of the mutiny had been generous enough to leave them with a half charged phaser, a broken down shelter, a few rations and their personal belongs.
“Captain Paris to Janeway.”
Janeway snarled into her comm badge,” Paris, when I get a hold of you, I’ll make you pay for days for this stupidity.”
“Tsk, tsk,” Paris scolded in a mocking voice. “Is that any way to talk to Voyager’s new Captain?”
“Go to hell, Paris. You’ll never be her Captain.”
“Really? Let’s look at the facts. You’re stuck on a backwards planet with your pet Maquis. The rest of us are in space on Voyager, with me currently sitting in the captain’s chair.” He replied, with a sardonic laugh. “The great captain of voyager brought down by an insect bite. Too bad, I was looking forward to making you give up your command codes. You would have enjoyed yourself.”
“Why don’t you send down a shuttle and we can test that theory?” Janeway offered, voice filled with venom. “We’ll see who will break first.”
Chakotay ignored the conversation as his obsidian eyes followed her lithe body as she prowled before him, each angry movement pulling her uniform around her petite body. Her face flushed and her blue eyes sparkled in her rage. He bit back a groan as her deep breaths pressed her chest forward and the outline of her pert breasts pushed against the material of her top.
He had been waiting patiently for this moment for months but he was content to wait a little longer. He would tether his lust for her just until he lulled her into a false sense of security, then when the time was right he would claim what was his.
His body demanded that he take her now. He yearned to throw her down onto the sweet, dewy grass and pound into her body until she screamed his name and collapsed against him in satisfaction. His mind though wanted more than just a mindless, heated spur of the moment fuck.
Chakotay wanted her to submit to him, acknowledging that he was the dominate one and that she was his submissive toy. His cock swelled as he pictured her on her knees, hands tied and her rich auburn hair wrapped tightly within his hands, as he guided her hot mouth to engulf his engorged shaft.
“Is there anything you want to say to the crew before will leave you to rot. How about an apology for stranding us in this fucking quadrant?” Paris taunted, “Nothing to say, Kathryn?”
“Enjoy it while it last you bastard.” She snapped, icily.
“Have fun on your new earth,” Paris replied, laughing a loud, closing the comm link.
Janeway turned glance at Chakotay, scowling.
“Say something. Don’t just stand there or did they remove your balls when they dropped you here?” She asked acidly.
Chakotay steeped towards her and pulled her flush against him. He grinded his hips against her, teasing her flesh with his hard erection.
Her legs part to allow him closer to the aching hollow. She gasped as the heat of his body penetrated her clothing. Her expressive eyes widened as they met his.
“As you can see, Captain, my balls are exactly where they should be.” Chakotay murmured softly, with a dimpled smile, before stepping away.
The air filled with silence as they stared at eyes other, both accessing the other, as desire flared strongly in the air.
“Well Chakotay,” Janeway said in a husky voice, “I think that we should set up the shelter.”
“Aye, aye Captain.”
Janeway watched as he walked away.
“Does it matter which way these things go?” He called out, holding up one of the tattered sides.
“I guess it depends whether you're in a beige mood or a grey mood.”
“That's not much of a choice. Couldn't Starfleet have come up with something a little more cheerful?”
“Like polka dots?” Janeway replied sarcastically.
Chakotay hid his grin at her prickly comment.
“I was thinking more of a tasteful pinstripe, something in blues and greens. Well, I suggest we put the grey on the outside and the beige inside.”
“I like that. I've always looked better in beige.”
‘I can’t to find that out.’ Chakotay smirked, as he pictured her pinned against the wall of the shelter.
“ Actually, it might be kind of interesting, roughing it for a while. It gives me plenty of reason to hurt Paris when we get back.” She muttered. “ We don't have a bathtub.”
“A bathtub?” He asked, arching a brow at her.
“I love a bath. It's my favorite way of relaxing and they’ll pay for denying me that little luxury.”
“Captain, I'm sure you can learn to love the sonic shower.”
“You know, Chakotay, it occurs to me, we aren't exactly in a command structure anymore. Maybe you should call me Kathryn.” She suggested, sauntering away from him. Swaying her hips teasingly.
“Give me a few days on that one, okay?”
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Chakotay’s Personal Log
Stardate: How the hell should I know?
We’ve been on this planet for about ten days. Rations are getting low and the only source of food I’ve found was an annoying monkey and a few berries. If things got scarce… well let’s hope that it doesn’t come to that. Although that monkey has become a bit of a nuisance lately, always showing up when I’m talking to Kathryn, distracting and pulling her away from my delicate hold on her emotions.
She has slowly become used to my constant presence in her life. After all, who else does she have to talk to. The first few days she looked at me suspiciously and with apprehension, body tense waiting for me to pounce. As the days went by and nothing happened, she relaxed and I started to see a real Kathryn. Without the mask of command to hide behind, she was a fascinating, beautiful individual with a delightful sense of humor. I could easy fall into her enticing trap if I wasn’t careful.
But I’ve patiently waited for the right moment to grab her and take control. Finally, the time has arrived. Time to teach little Kathryn her own lesson on the Maquis Command structure.
End Personal Log
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“Chakotay, are you there?” She called out, looking around the outside of shelter. “Chakotay?”
‘Where the hell is he?’
She entered the shelter deep in thought. The snap of a twig behind her the only warning of the coming danger, she tried to run but it was too late.
Chakotay grabbed her firmly and spun her around. He pressed her against his body and captured both her hands behind her back in one of his. He rocked against her, allowing her to feel his throbbing member through the thin fabric of her pale blue silk dress. His other hand started to caress her face, brushing lightly over her pink lips.
“Hello Kathryn,” he purred. “You called?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She panted, tugging helplessly against his firm grasp.
Chakotay slowly lowered his lips to hers. He breathed softly against the sensitive flesh, a gentle caress to focus her senses. Holding her gaze, he nibbled on her lower lip, bruising it slightly before releasing it, only to claim her lips in a conquering kiss. His tongue circled her lips demanding entrance into the moist haven.
His tongue thrust to entangle with hers. Mating with hers aggressively, plunging and retreating as he pulled her deeper into his power. He pulled away, ignoring her whimper and pressed tender kisses along her pale neck. He nuzzled against her and caught her flesh within his mouth, marking her for all to see with a perfect shaped love mark.
Kathryn gasped and collapsed against him. All thoughts of escaping, vanishing as she fell under Chakotay’s spell. Her legs trembled and she would have fallen to the ground, if not for his arms around her. She shivered as his teeth nipped her flesh and then soothed it by tracing it lightly with his tongue. Her body was on fire and deep inside the ache grew, leaving her trembling and whimpering for more.
Chakotay pulled away from her and looked into her dazed, passion filled eyes.
“Kathryn,” he asked softly, reaching up to cup her breast, his thumb rubbed the soft nub.
The silk glided along her skin, her nipples to harden into stiff peaks under Chakotay’s guidance.
“Oh, Chakotay,” Kathryn moaned, her lashes fluttering closed as he pinched and tugged the swollen flesh. “Please.”
“Do you remember what I said to you a few months ago, Kathryn?” Chakotay asked with a heated look, stopping his caress.
‘He wanted to talk now?’ She thought in disbelief.
“Later Chakotay,” she pleaded, pushing against his still palm.
“I told you that one day I would have you,” he continued, ignoring her body’s dance against his, repeating the promise given so many months ago. “ ‘If I was free right now, I would have you pinned under me and I wouldn’t fuck you until you begged and pleaded with me. I’d play with you until you couldn’t stand my touch upon your body. I’d make you come over and over until you collapsed trembling under me and then I’d filled you into you were screaming for mercy.’”
Kathryn struggled against him, remembering the moment that he had said that to her. They had been in his quarters, he had been tied to the bed and she had him trapped within the velvet heat of her body. He hadn’t been able to counter her thrusting movement but he used his words a weapon pushing her over the edge of the precipice into an overpowering climax.
She tried to draw her knee up but he anticipated her movement and blocked it. Her eyes shone angrily as the met his.
“You’re under my control now, Kathryn,” Chakotay growled, his eyes filled with triumph of a returning warrior that had captured his prey. “ I’m going to enjoy taming you.”
TBC
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It was over.
After almost two years of constant battles won, enemies destroyed, hidden deceptions and ruling with a cruel iron fist, only to be defeated by a tiny bite of an insect. The senior officers of the Warship Voyager had voted to leave behind the Captain and First Officer on the backward planet that had sealed their fate, while they would continue home without a backward glance. A new regime had started as the two officer lay in a coma, unaware of the coming betrayal.
Instead of waking up on one of those uncomfortable beds in Sickbay, they had woken up to find themselves idyllic paradise, flat on their backs on the ground wearing their stained uniforms. They had been stripped of rank as a final insult from the crew, but the leader of the mutiny had been generous enough to leave them with a half charged phaser, a broken down shelter, a few rations and their personal belongs.
“Captain Paris to Janeway.”
Janeway snarled into her comm badge,” Paris, when I get a hold of you, I’ll make you pay for days for this stupidity.”
“Tsk, tsk,” Paris scolded in a mocking voice. “Is that any way to talk to Voyager’s new Captain?”
“Go to hell, Paris. You’ll never be her Captain.”
“Really? Let’s look at the facts. You’re stuck on a backwards planet with your pet Maquis. The rest of us are in space on Voyager, with me currently sitting in the captain’s chair.” He replied, with a sardonic laugh. “The great captain of voyager brought down by an insect bite. Too bad, I was looking forward to making you give up your command codes. You would have enjoyed yourself.”
“Why don’t you send down a shuttle and we can test that theory?” Janeway offered, voice filled with venom. “We’ll see who will break first.”
Chakotay ignored the conversation as his obsidian eyes followed her lithe body as she prowled before him, each angry movement pulling her uniform around her petite body. Her face flushed and her blue eyes sparkled in her rage. He bit back a groan as her deep breaths pressed her chest forward and the outline of her pert breasts pushed against the material of her top.
He had been waiting patiently for this moment for months but he was content to wait a little longer. He would tether his lust for her just until he lulled her into a false sense of security, then when the time was right he would claim what was his.
His body demanded that he take her now. He yearned to throw her down onto the sweet, dewy grass and pound into her body until she screamed his name and collapsed against him in satisfaction. His mind though wanted more than just a mindless, heated spur of the moment fuck.
Chakotay wanted her to submit to him, acknowledging that he was the dominate one and that she was his submissive toy. His cock swelled as he pictured her on her knees, hands tied and her rich auburn hair wrapped tightly within his hands, as he guided her hot mouth to engulf his engorged shaft.
“Is there anything you want to say to the crew before will leave you to rot. How about an apology for stranding us in this fucking quadrant?” Paris taunted, “Nothing to say, Kathryn?”
“Enjoy it while it last you bastard.” She snapped, icily.
“Have fun on your new earth,” Paris replied, laughing a loud, closing the comm link.
Janeway turned glance at Chakotay, scowling.
“Say something. Don’t just stand there or did they remove your balls when they dropped you here?” She asked acidly.
Chakotay steeped towards her and pulled her flush against him. He grinded his hips against her, teasing her flesh with his hard erection.
Her legs part to allow him closer to the aching hollow. She gasped as the heat of his body penetrated her clothing. Her expressive eyes widened as they met his.
“As you can see, Captain, my balls are exactly where they should be.” Chakotay murmured softly, with a dimpled smile, before stepping away.
The air filled with silence as they stared at eyes other, both accessing the other, as desire flared strongly in the air.
“Well Chakotay,” Janeway said in a husky voice, “I think that we should set up the shelter.”
“Aye, aye Captain.”
Janeway watched as he walked away.
“Does it matter which way these things go?” He called out, holding up one of the tattered sides.
“I guess it depends whether you're in a beige mood or a grey mood.”
“That's not much of a choice. Couldn't Starfleet have come up with something a little more cheerful?”
“Like polka dots?” Janeway replied sarcastically.
Chakotay hid his grin at her prickly comment.
“I was thinking more of a tasteful pinstripe, something in blues and greens. Well, I suggest we put the grey on the outside and the beige inside.”
“I like that. I've always looked better in beige.”
‘I can’t to find that out.’ Chakotay smirked, as he pictured her pinned against the wall of the shelter.
“ Actually, it might be kind of interesting, roughing it for a while. It gives me plenty of reason to hurt Paris when we get back.” She muttered. “ We don't have a bathtub.”
“A bathtub?” He asked, arching a brow at her.
“I love a bath. It's my favorite way of relaxing and they’ll pay for denying me that little luxury.”
“Captain, I'm sure you can learn to love the sonic shower.”
“You know, Chakotay, it occurs to me, we aren't exactly in a command structure anymore. Maybe you should call me Kathryn.” She suggested, sauntering away from him. Swaying her hips teasingly.
“Give me a few days on that one, okay?”
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Chakotay’s Personal Log
Stardate: How the hell should I know?
We’ve been on this planet for about ten days. Rations are getting low and the only source of food I’ve found was an annoying monkey and a few berries. If things got scarce… well let’s hope that it doesn’t come to that. Although that monkey has become a bit of a nuisance lately, always showing up when I’m talking to Kathryn, distracting and pulling her away from my delicate hold on her emotions.
She has slowly become used to my constant presence in her life. After all, who else does she have to talk to. The first few days she looked at me suspiciously and with apprehension, body tense waiting for me to pounce. As the days went by and nothing happened, she relaxed and I started to see a real Kathryn. Without the mask of command to hide behind, she was a fascinating, beautiful individual with a delightful sense of humor. I could easy fall into her enticing trap if I wasn’t careful.
But I’ve patiently waited for the right moment to grab her and take control. Finally, the time has arrived. Time to teach little Kathryn her own lesson on the Maquis Command structure.
End Personal Log
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“Chakotay, are you there?” She called out, looking around the outside of shelter. “Chakotay?”
‘Where the hell is he?’
She entered the shelter deep in thought. The snap of a twig behind her the only warning of the coming danger, she tried to run but it was too late.
Chakotay grabbed her firmly and spun her around. He pressed her against his body and captured both her hands behind her back in one of his. He rocked against her, allowing her to feel his throbbing member through the thin fabric of her pale blue silk dress. His other hand started to caress her face, brushing lightly over her pink lips.
“Hello Kathryn,” he purred. “You called?”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She panted, tugging helplessly against his firm grasp.
Chakotay slowly lowered his lips to hers. He breathed softly against the sensitive flesh, a gentle caress to focus her senses. Holding her gaze, he nibbled on her lower lip, bruising it slightly before releasing it, only to claim her lips in a conquering kiss. His tongue circled her lips demanding entrance into the moist haven.
His tongue thrust to entangle with hers. Mating with hers aggressively, plunging and retreating as he pulled her deeper into his power. He pulled away, ignoring her whimper and pressed tender kisses along her pale neck. He nuzzled against her and caught her flesh within his mouth, marking her for all to see with a perfect shaped love mark.
Kathryn gasped and collapsed against him. All thoughts of escaping, vanishing as she fell under Chakotay’s spell. Her legs trembled and she would have fallen to the ground, if not for his arms around her. She shivered as his teeth nipped her flesh and then soothed it by tracing it lightly with his tongue. Her body was on fire and deep inside the ache grew, leaving her trembling and whimpering for more.
Chakotay pulled away from her and looked into her dazed, passion filled eyes.
“Kathryn,” he asked softly, reaching up to cup her breast, his thumb rubbed the soft nub.
The silk glided along her skin, her nipples to harden into stiff peaks under Chakotay’s guidance.
“Oh, Chakotay,” Kathryn moaned, her lashes fluttering closed as he pinched and tugged the swollen flesh. “Please.”
“Do you remember what I said to you a few months ago, Kathryn?” Chakotay asked with a heated look, stopping his caress.
‘He wanted to talk now?’ She thought in disbelief.
“Later Chakotay,” she pleaded, pushing against his still palm.
“I told you that one day I would have you,” he continued, ignoring her body’s dance against his, repeating the promise given so many months ago. “ ‘If I was free right now, I would have you pinned under me and I wouldn’t fuck you until you begged and pleaded with me. I’d play with you until you couldn’t stand my touch upon your body. I’d make you come over and over until you collapsed trembling under me and then I’d filled you into you were screaming for mercy.’”
Kathryn struggled against him, remembering the moment that he had said that to her. They had been in his quarters, he had been tied to the bed and she had him trapped within the velvet heat of her body. He hadn’t been able to counter her thrusting movement but he used his words a weapon pushing her over the edge of the precipice into an overpowering climax.
She tried to draw her knee up but he anticipated her movement and blocked it. Her eyes shone angrily as the met his.
“You’re under my control now, Kathryn,” Chakotay growled, his eyes filled with triumph of a returning warrior that had captured his prey. “ I’m going to enjoy taming you.”
TBC
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