Wrapped Around Your Finger Disclaimer: Characters belong to Paramount … shame they never used them like this! ;-) Rating: NC-17 Summary: Short little piece of smut “Oh yes, God yes!” Kathryn groaned and arched upwards. “Please Mark … I want you … mmm, in my mouth … yes … let me suck you … Oh God!” Her body was covered in a sheen of perspiration, slick and glowing, writhing and bucking, close to release. Sure fingers penetrated her, fucked her. She sobbed loudly, “Please, fuck me … Chakotay take me, now … I need you inside me …” Kathryn’s thick raspy voice filled the room, competing with her shallow breaths and painful moans. She ached with frustration, desperate for the touch of the men who teased her. “No, oh no please,” she whimpered, as the fingers slowed their pace, content to barely penetrate her with gentle thrusts. “I need more, much more … please Chakotay … touch me … make me come …” Another finger was added, making her gasp as they forcibly entered her and pounded at the soft tissue. Her hips rose, counter bucking against the hand that fucked her hard. “Yes, yes,” she wailed, embarrassed by her wanton arousal and the pool of sticky fluid that gushed out of her over-used body to coat her thighs. She wanted Mark to lick her clean afterwards, prepare her for Chakotay’s thick cock. The sluttish thought carried her nearer. Two men, pleasuring her, fucking her, taking turns with her; in her mouth, her pussy, her tight frigid arse … filling her, pounding her, abusing her. She mewed in agonized bliss as her sore, tender breasts were fondled roughly, each angry swollen nipple further twisted and pinched in equal turn. “Please Mark, let me taste you … fuck my mouth, spurt your hot cum down my throat … mmm, oh yes …” She was so close she could barely breathe. “Harder Chakotay, please … I can take it … I want you … yes … oh yes … more … oh hell … God yes … yes …” Frantically, her clit was rubbed, hard circles that bordered on brutality and left her screaming out. She was floating and peaking, lights blinding her, travelling out amongst the stars, blood pumping into her ears making her dizzy. “More …” she begged, not wanting the feeling to end. Wet messy fingers worked her back up, stroked her, plundered her, massaged her, teased her pussy until it wept; clear salty juices that puddled underneath her jerking buttocks and stained the silky sheets. “Mmm … hmm … mmm … mmm … mmm …” she panted loudly through her nostrils. Her nipples hurt, aching from the vice-like grip. Mark had always been rough, especially when she lay like this, naked and spread wide, being fingered shamelessly as she suckled on his cock. Over and over, the fingers thrust into her slick folds, making her whimper and buck vigorously. Soon … nearly … almost … so rude … such a slut … a wanton slut … two men … her men … hers … using her … “Ohh!” The intensity of the climax tore from her dry, cried-out throat and she slumped tearfully against the pillows. Carefully, she eased the fingers from her body and studied them. They glistened with her sticky, hot moisture. Some years ago she would have licked them clean, delighting in Mark’s low growls and throbbing arousal. Now she wiped them guiltily on the rumpled, soiled sheets. Her legs were shaky as she stood up and walked toward the bathroom. The harsh lighting showed the post-climax blotchy flush that covered her reddened breasts. “Shit,” she cursed, staring at the ravaged flesh. They would be sore for days, continuously chafing underneath her stiff uniform. “Ouch!” Wiping herself with some tissue she found another area that would suffer over the next few days. Maybe she could pace the bridge, or tour the ship. Staggering back into the bedroom, her nose wrinkled at the scent of sexually fulfilled Janeway. She hated this, hated the sordid fantasies she concocted whenever her hormones raged and her body cried out for the touch of another. She had often heard Chakotay masturbate; the walls separating their quarters were too thin not too. She knew he preferred to do it in the morning, during his shower. He had done it that morning and the thoughts and images had kept her wet and aroused all day. Sitting beside him on the bridge she had watched his fingers and wondered how he liked to jerk off. Did he use both hands? Did he massage his testicles? Did he press behind them? Did he torture his shaft with slow, steady pumps? Or did he hump his palm crazy and shoot off in thick, powerful bursts? Did he think of her when he came? Her pussy tingled and she gave a weary sigh, she couldn’t orgasm anymore, despite how many times she’d achieved climax, she was still frustratingly alone. Of course, she could go to him, go next door and love him with every part of her, satisfying them both and ending these nights of solitary pleasures. But then again, she was his Captain and there were rules against fraternizing with a member of one’s crew. Fucking stupid rules. Kathryn recycled the satiny bedding and crawled into the fresh, chilly sheets, cuddling her pillow and pretending it was a lover. There was a bump, Chakotay was tossing and turning next door. She blushed; he was supposed to have been out at a hover ball game till 23.50hrs. Judging from his grunts and moans he had stayed in and heard her sob his name. The End Frigging fic leave you cold like Kathy’s sheets? Lemme know! Return to smut index |
![]() |