To Tame a Captain

Disclaimers : See Chapter One

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“Let go, Chakotay,” Kathryn demanded, squirming against his tight hold. She pulled hard against his hold and managed to free one of her hands. She slapped him hard wanting to wipe out his smug expression.

His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched in fury. “Do you want to me to set you free, Kathryn?”

“Yes,” she screamed, angry with both of them.

Her body was tensing in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to lie at his feet and obey his every whim. She wanted him to take over and dominate her; she craved it needing the release from the pressure bottled up within her. Her mind rebelled at the weakness of her desire.

“Fine,” he replied, letting her go. “You have a five minute start.”

“What?”

“You have five minutes to get away from me and hid. At the end of those five minutes, I’m coming after you. When I find you –“

“If,” she interrupted.

“Not IF, When. I can smell your arousal for me. You want me to catch you,” he said softly, not allowing her to deny what was igniting between them. “Four minutes, Kathryn.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she spat, backing away.

“I can almost taste you,” he replied, sensually licking his lips.

With a curse, she spun around and ran towards the forest, not in fear but against the intense desire throbbing that was filling her body. She pulled the skirt of her dress higher as she fled, the auburn mass of hair cascaded down her back, escaping from the ties that had held it in place, to frame her face.

With a small cry, she stumbled over a twig and fell to the ground. Briefing stunned, she lay there panting before scrambling to her feet. As she raced towards the lake, she dodged fallen over braches and large rocks. She paused and hid behind a large tree. Kathryn glanced around her and listened for the sound of approaching footsteps. Hearing none, she raced towards the hidden cave, whose entrance was concealed by all the reeds that surround the lake.

Just inches away from safety, Chakotay’s arms wrapped around her and pulled her to lie on the grass, trapping her under his hard naked body. The sun shone behind him, painting his bronze skin to a golden sheen.

“Mine,” he growled, a savage warrior declaring his victory and claiming his woman.

He grasped the neck of her dress and tore it down the middle, exposing her creamy flesh to the warmth of the day.

His mouth tenderly captured her rosy peak, worrying it, suckling on it like a babe. Bring it to stiff attention. His hand cupped her other breast, caressing and playing with it, feeling it swell with each touch.

Her hands held his head against her breast she shifted under until he was cradled between her thighs. Her legs wrapped around him and held him tightly within her embrace. With each tug of his lips, she arched needing to feel the touch of his hard erection.

“Chakotay,” she mewed, voice husky with desire. “Please touch me.”

His lips pulled away from her tantalizing flesh, “Say it again.”

“No,” she stubbornly refused tighten her hold around him.

“You have to follow the protocols of this game.” He chided. “No begging means no touching.”

“Please, oh Master, touch me,” she mocked, with a death glare.

“Kathryn, that’s not how it’s done. Maybe you need some encouragement to follow through on your end.” Chakotay said, shaking his head.

His hand left her breast and swept down to rest on her stomach, just above the damp auburn curls. Playfully his fingers brushed through the curls before seeking the hidden pearl and teasingly stroking it.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

Chakotay’s fingers captured her essences and anointed her flesh with the musky scent. Each gentle touch pushed her higher towards fulfillment. He traced the outline of her sensitive lower lips, circling but refusing to enter her to assuage her hunger.

Kathryn’s head tossed back and forth, as her pleasure grew and threatened to overcome her. Just when that release was near, he stopped. Repeatedly, he forced her body to the edge of desire only to refuse her release. Her frantic whimpers and moans echoed over the silence of the lake and forest.

“Chakotay!” She panted breathlessly.

“Ask me, Kathryn. Tell me what you want,” he growled, delighting in the sounds of her desire for him but needing the words and that final submission.

“If you’re going to be a cocktease, get the fuck off me, you bastard!” She screamed in frustration.

“Such language, Kathryn.” He purred teasingly, thrusting two fingers into her and caressing her pearl with his thumb. “Did you need this?”

“Oh,” she gasped, her anger momentarily diverted by the feel of him within her tight passage. She rocked against him, desperate to feel him thrusting deeper.

He continued until she lay mindless trembling under him, her body taunt from constant unsatisfied arousal.

“Beg me,” he ordered, stopping.

“No, no,” she cried out, shaking with need.

“Alright, if that’s the way you want it,” Chakotay replied with an evil smile.

‘How much more of this can she take? I’m about to explode from the scent, cries and feel of her body under me.’ He thrust towards her, grinded her body into the ground and coaxing a moan of desire. ‘Give in, Kathryn’

“Please,” she whispered. “Take me.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” He asked, doubtful.

“Damn you, Chakotay. Either put up or shut up,” she snarled.

He pulled out of her heated grasp and slid down her body, pressing kisses along her thigh until he reached her downy mound. He nuzzled against the soft curls, breathing in the unique scent that was hers, before caressing and teasing her with his lips and tongue. Each taste ambrosia to him and he wasn’t going to stop until he had his fill.

“Ooohhh, Chhhaakkotay,” she panted, arching into his voracious mouth, as she came with soul-shattering intensity.

He rose up and captured her mouth with hungry urgency, letting her taste herself in the deep kiss. Her hands caressed his body, reaching to touch his straining masculinity. He groaned as her soft hands began to stoke him.

“No, Kathryn,” he rasped, he sat up and pulled her forward and onto her hands and knees.

He knelt behind her, rubbing his shaft along her petal-soft folds of her womanhood, he guided himself slowly, inch by incredible inch, inside.

He paused, allowing her to adjust to his size. He was clenched tightly within her pulsating core, each second that passed, slowly driving him mad. She arched into him, silently pleading for more.

He thrust into her, each one becoming harder and deeper as he led them towards completion. He sat back and pulled her to sit on his lap, her thighs positioned along the outside of his, never once stopping his movements as he guided her body over his. His hands stroked over her body, as she pressed her hips frantically against him, urging him to thrust faster and deeper.

“Tell me, Kathryn.” He groaned, pounding into her in a primal rhythm older than time.” Let go of that last bit of control and tell me.”

“I love you, Chakotay,” she cried out with unabashed abandon, caught in an erotic release that shattered her senses.

“Kathryn!” Chakotay came with a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction, as he exploded within her hot, wet sheath.

They collapsed against each other, holding tightly. Chakotay carefully lowered them to the ground, to lie cuddled together. His hands traced over her skin, in a soothing touch.

“Well?” She whispered, tensing as she waited.

“I love you too, Kathryn.” He whispered, pressing a kiss along her closed lids.

“You didn’t really keep your end of the bargain, Chakotay.” She teased playfully, reaching up and draw him down for a tender kiss, at last finding peace.


The End

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