The Captain's Quarters

She'd made it! She was on The Enterprise. Not only was she on the Enterprise, but she was on the bridge, at the helm. Every day she had the pleasure of working with the best team in The Federation. Not only that, but at least once a day she got to hear him say 'Make it so' in that deep voice of his. She had tried not to seem too keen on him. In fact, despite her fevered holodeck games, she found she could hardly speak to him in real life. She wasn't usually as shy with men. Will Riker seemed to guess that and had hinted that they might share the same 'interests'. Unless Riker's interest was Picard, Tara thought wryly, she doubted it very much.
She had coped for about three weeks before the holodeck tempted her through it's d. Sh. She'd had a particularly bad day, dealing with some Andorian delegates, and Picard had seemed angry with her apparent tactlessness. Desolate that he was disappointed in her, she had gone to relieve her tension. She ordered the computer not to allow anyone in, while she worked off her passion with her holographic lover until she had almost collapsed with exhaustion.
Today was different. She'd had a good day. Picard had praised her over something, she hardly remembered what, though she knew she was good at her job. She decided that as she couldn't show her gratitude to the man himself, she would show her 'lover' how happy she was. Will Riker saw her walking down the corridor, dressed in a sparkling gown.
"Wow." He murmured. "Anyone special?"
Tara flushed. es.\es." She said and walked away from him towards the turbo lift. Will watched her go, wishing that he could follow her.
"Holodeck three." She said, shakily, feeling suddenly very foolish. Damn, Riker might mention to people about her. "Computer, run Tara Hadley, programme nine." She said once inside the holodeck. She didn't want to risk anyone hearing her in the corridor. She stood in the archway, with her back to the room. On turning she saw it was perfect. A log fire burned in the grate. 'Outside' snow swirled across the windows. She was in a ski lodge of some kind. 'Jean-Luc' was sitting near the fire, drinking a glass of mulled wine.
"I thought you'd never get here." He said. He wore a thick, fluffy robe and, from what she could see, nothing underneath. Well, she knew he wore nothing underneath. It was how she'd planned it. She had been pleased by the computer's improvisation though. She'd been told that it continually improved on a programme.
"Perhaps you should punish me." She whispered, moving towards him. She kneeled at his feet. He ran his hands through her thick hair.
"How could I ever hurt you?" he said tenderly.
"Well, give me a forfeit then." She said playfully. He laughed softly.
"You'd enjoy it too much." He said teasingly. "Take your clothes off." He ordered in his silky voice. "I want to see you naked."
"Don’t you want to undress me?" she pouted. One of her favourite programmes had been when he'd ripped her dress straight off her and pulled her to the floor, taking her immediately, without the preliminaries. It had exhilerated her and had only been spoiled by the fact that she had known what to expect.
"Who's the boss here?" he said, his hazel eyes piercing into hers. This was more exciting, she decided!
"You are." She said breathlessly.
"So…Make it so." He said, almost causing her to orgasm where she stood.
She stood back and pulled her dress slowly from her shoulders. She had worn underwear this time, for a change. She had hoped he'd remove that too. She unclipped her bra at the front, slipping the straps seductively down her arms. She knew she didn’t really have to bother. This programme would make sure he was aroused enough for her, but it aroused her to have him watching her expose herself to him bit by bit. Her full breasts sprung from the cups. A light breeze from the window hardened her nipples as if by design. He was watching her closely, drinking her in, fire burning in his eyes.
She slipped her panties down next, her breasts swinging as she bent down to pull them over her feet. She stood up, completely naked now.
"Seen enough?" she asked.
"Turn around." He ordered. She was getting moist now. She wanted him now. She only had to say it and it would happen, but she still did as he asked and turned around to show him her smooth spine and curved buttocks. She felt him walk up behind her. He was naked now and stood so that he was just millimetres away from touching her. He hadn't touched her intimately yet. He seemed determined not to. He stroked her spine with one hand, while the other followed the line of her waist around to her navel. He stroked the centre of her belly just as far as her pubic hair, then back up again. She wriggled, wanting to feel his hands in between her legs, or on her breasts. Anywhere but where they were now, even though she had to admit his lack of intimate contact was arousing her beyond reason. Now his hand was on her neck, moving upwards to rake her thick hair and clutch a handful to his face…
"Touch me." She begged.
"I am touching you." He murmured.
"No, I mean…"
He laughed and turned her to face him. He stroked her face, then his hand moved down towards her breasts. She breathed in deeply.
"Yes." She said. "Yes. Please."
He touched her nipple with the tip of his finger, then downwards…but he stopped and pulled her down onto her knees…His mouth was on hers now, kissing her until she could hardly breathe, his hands splayed along her spine, then sliding down over her buttocks to lift her body towards him. She could feel his damp tip on her belly.
"Touch me." He ordered hoarsely. Her hands curved round his shaft, delighting in the smoothness as it slid up and down. He was groaning, as if fighting to keep control. His hand was sliding between her legs now, parting the lips and finding her moistness. She gasped. This felt so real…Two of his fingers plunged into her, hurting a little, but she loved it as he drove his fingers deeper, finding her g-spot and rubbing hard. She screamed as an instant orgasm hit her. He was moving her down onto her back now, his fingers still deep inside her. Her legs opened to allow more…she had to have more…His mouth covered her breast, taking the nipple and biting it gently, then pulling it outwards, leaving the tip glistening. He moved downwards and began to taste her. She frantically raised her hips into his mouth, pushinrselrself against his tongue. When he moved she thought he was about to enter her, but he lifted her onto her knees again, then pulled her up. He guided her back over to the chair he had been sitting in. He sat down, then positioned her so she straddled him. He guided her down onto him. He was poker hard as he red red her. She pushed down harder and harder until he filled her completely. Her head was swimming. This was unlike anything she'd ever felt. His mouth was around her nipple again as she moved against him, faster and faster…she sobbed with ecstacy as orgasm after orgasm shook her. Her cries filled the holodeck and the echoes coming back reminded her briefly that this was really an empty room, then she was coming again and forgot all about that. Her body was arched backwards as she drove against him. He was moaning softly, his eyes closed.
"Tara!" he cried out as his orgasm hit him. "Dear God, Tara!"
She came one last time with him then she collapsed against his shoulder, crying with the intensity of what she'd just felt. It was a while before she could move.
"Computer, end programme." She said breathlessly.
"Computer, delay that order." He said.
"What?" Tara moved shakily to look at him. Then she knew… "Jean-Luc."
"I couldn’t resist it when I found out about your programme." He smiled. "Are you angry?"
Sobbing with happiness, she kissed him….