Just Desserts

Disclaimer: 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.

AN 1: These characters are based on the Voyager episode "Living Witness". Kathryn, Chakotay, Tom and B'Elanna are not the nice characters that we get to see on a daily basis. BDSM, D/s, M/F, Oral (Janeway/Paris)

AN 2: I'm currently without a beta, but I hopefully caught all my mistakes.

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Kathryn made her way towards her quarters. She looked about her surprised by the lack of bodies floating around the usually bustling section of the ship that connected the many corridors to the Messhall. Tuvok must have arranged it so that no one came between his Captain and her destination.

She continued forward, her month curled in a dark smile and her lips slightly parted to reveal the pearly whites of her teeth. Her eyes gleamed with an unholy light, twisted, carnal and vengeful. She trailed her hand over Voyager’s wall, basking in the feel of the cold steel that was once again in her command. The ship seemed to hum and pulse under her delicate touch, a barely noticeable electrical shock traveled by her fingertips as Voyager welcomed home its mistress.

The soft thud of her heel striking the grey carpet in a staccato rhythm that warned of danger to anyone foolish enough to cross her path until it slowed to a stop as she stood before her closed door.

Finally.

She had been waiting for this moment for weeks and now she was on the cusp of fulfilling all of her carefully thought out revenge. In this realm, Paris was nothing more than a weak amateur, careless and quick to act, never thinking how quickly ones prey became the seasoned hunter. As he had grown comfortable and lax, over confident in his control of the crew, her pride moved stealthy forward, seeking to return the rightful leader, Voyager’s Alpha, back on board. Each misstep, each cocky comment to those that he thought he ruled only helped to seal his fate. The illusion of power had been striped from him and by those he thought he controlled. No sooner had the coup been successful, Tuvok took the helm, turned them about and Voyager had returned for her mistress, scorning the one that once had guided her way.

‘This was going to be so good.’ Her thoughts turning feral and raising her desire to a fever pitch.

Kathryn boldly stepped into her quarters and looked upon the body of her betrayer. Gone was the smug, cocky attitude instead there was a bowed frame of a man, dreading her ire until one looked into his eyes. She smirked at the rebellion that he refused to tone down before her. She stood over him, her eyes sweeping over him, noting every lash mark, every bruise and every bite mark on his body.

Tom lay spread eagle and chained to her coffee table. It was made of opaque glass and rust coloured metal, it’s surface ice cold to the touch. His hands and legs held in place by four white silk ties that wrapped around the thick iron columns. Upon his wrists and ankles, a thin line of blood had formed from his struggle with the silken bonds, his blood trailing down and staining the raw silk crimson. A small end table had been placed near his head, it was filled with an assortment of toys, all methodically placed within reach of Tom’s body and within easy grasp for her to play with on his supple body, giving him a constant view of what was to come. All of them promised to bring him the most excoriating of pain if that was what she desired. Which she did.

Tom’s body arched and she watched dispassionately as he try to break free only to curse and fall back, panting and defeated. Kathryn smirked down at him, and dug her nails into the muscles of his thigh and ran it up and down, leaving welts and a thin line of blood wherever she went. Holding his gaze she picked up one of the silk ties. She ran it over him, trailing it over the wounds that she had inflicted.

“Silk can be one of the most sensual weapons that one can use,” Kathryn said in a cool voice, “it can tantalize the skin or if tied tightly, it can be the sharpest of blades on virgin flesh.”

She trailed the soft cloth down over his chest, sweeping over the puckered nipples and sliding it back and froth down his ribs. She watched as goose bumps rose where the silk touch, making her way down to his semi-erect cock. Holding the silk, she tied it around his cock, tightening it around the flesh before finishing her knot with a bow.

“The more you struggle the deeper it cuts into you but judging from how I found you, your starting to realize that interesting paradox.” Kathryn knelt by his head, lowering her head until it was level with his, her lips grazing the reddened shell of Tom’s lobe. “I’d try to not get too excited, if I were you.” She caressed him and delighted as he stiffened under her touch. She laughed out loud, the sound mocking in the quiet of her quarters as he groaned out loud.

“Someone was a very naughty pet and caused us to delay our return home. How long were we trapped on that planet?” Kathryn asked, her teeth nipping painfully at the tender flesh in a parody of a loving kiss. “Three months, five days and fifteen hours. With nothing to do but plan what I would do to you.”

“I would have thought that you’d be too busy fucking your former first officer-“ Tom began to taunt, since he never knew when to keep his mouth shut in the presence of someone even more sadistic then he was, only to falter as Kathryn’s fingers entangled in his short hair and she cruelly forced his head up.

“You need a good going over to remind you of your place, pet,” Kathryn hissed, pulling his head up further, causing his bonds to strain. “Don’t move. If you don’t lay still, I’ll have ever member of Voyager come here and fuck every orifice of your body until you’re begging me to kill you.”

Kathryn rose and stood behind him, slowly undressing. Letting Tom hear the sound of her zipper opening, each sound magnified as the metal teeth clicked in release as they were slide free from its grasp to fill the quiet quarters.

Tom’s eyes closed as each article fell to the ground. His arms and stomach trembling from the strain of trying to hold the position that she had placed him and the ropes continued to dig into the cuts left behind from earlier that evening.

“Do you have any idea where you went wrong with your little attempt at mutiny?” Kathryn inquired casually.

“Attempt? I believe I succeeded,” Tom replied with a sneer, ignoring the fact that he was completely under her control and whim. He never was one to learn his lessons quickly. “Didn’t you enjoy your mini vacation, Kathryn? Next time, I’ll make sure to make it a permanent one.”

She stretched her body relishing the soft breeze in the air-conditioned room. Kathryn fought a grin at his words. How foolish he was if thought his weak hold on her ship would have held in light of how many factions were seething and in a constant state of flux in Voyager’s underbelly. When she commanded her, prior to Paris’ little scheme, none would dare to usurp her right. Kathryn Janeway’s iron clad reign a legend among the Fleet. Her reputation inspired fierce devotion from those smart enough to realize who held the chains to their careers. But for those too small minded to follow her rules, they quickly learned to suffer the consequences of their stupidity until they were brought up to speed.

Tom Paris had not yet learned how to evoke his might. He was like a little child with a new toy, pouting and throwing a tantrum when the toy didn’t perform to his tastes. That was the reason that he failed and would continue to fail. He was no match for her and it was time for him to relearn that lesson.

Kathryn Janeway’s word and might was law on Voyager. It was time to remind them all who they were dealing with.

“If you can’t mind your manners and control that impetuous tongue, I’ll have to give you something to do to keep it occupied,” Kathryn scolded wickedly, straddling him and lowering her sex to touch his lips, “Make it good and no biting, unless I ask you to, pet.”

Tom turned his face away only to have it wrenched back into place, forcing his submission to her orders. His nose rubbed against Kathryn’s clitoris and his mouth hovered over her satiny lower lips. Nostrils flared at her scent, against his will, he lavished her sex with never tiring strokes of his agile tongue. His tongue dipped and furled, as it searched out each drop of her essence. He knew better than to slow down or stop, the fingers in his hair tightened painfully whenever he paused to take a quick respite.

“Mmmm, you remembered,” Kathryn purred, as she rocked against him. With each movement she made, she smothered and robbed him of breath. “What did you say you were going to do to me? I know, you were going to fuck me until I gave you my command codes. You’ve got me where you want me. Weren’t you going to make it so good that I would enjoy myself?”

She felt his soft murmur and he attempted to answer her while trying not to lose the rhythm that was demanded from him. Her breathing deepened with each tug and nibble, her thighs glistening with sweat and her juice. “You just didn’t think that it would end up like this. Tied up like a disobedient puppy about to be punished for making a nasty little mess.”

She smirked as she heard the faint murmur of his voice as he attempted to speak. “We’ll have plenty of time to teach you not to soil Voyager with your little messes.” Kathryn stated in a cold voice, “And if you don’t learn, stronger measure will need to be used.”

Kathryn rose up, ignoring the protest her body made at being denied its release. There was plenty of time of that later when Chakotay arrived. Now was the time for bringing things back under her control. She looked back at Paris, enjoying the rapid inhales of breath and the panicked eyes that meet hers as she made her way to the toy covered table.

“Shhh,” Kathryn ordered, reaching for the thickly corded rope and testing it’s weight. She took a swing, letting the sharp snap echo in the room. Yes, puppy was due for some obedience training.

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TBC - J/C Epilogue