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Barely noticing the couple, the O'Briens, who passed her in the corridor on her way in, Lt. Caryn Hayes, a new assistant science officer/doctor on board Picard's Enterprise, stepped into the holodeck one evening. But somehow the program she entered into the computer had been altered. Instead of finding herself discussing philosophy with Plato and Socrates, she found herself naked and tied down on a large bed. Instead of ropes, her hands and ankles were tied with satin. A masculine voice spoke to her, "Don't worry, you're going to enjoy this."
There was a pause, in which nothing happened. No sound reached her, and she sensed no movement nearby. Moments of anticipation dripped by. Then soft, sexy blues synthed into the air around her, deep sax wailing reverberated right into her chest, beating against her heart... opening her mind for what was about to tantalize her senses.
The scent of burning candles came to her... rose, her favorite scent.
A feather touched her outstretched left palm, and swept gently up her arm, and teased whisper soft over her breast. It started again at her right hand, and again over each leg. The sweet softness relaxed her... and the shock of melted candle wax dripping onto her abdomen startled her into wave after wave of drowning desire.
The candle drippings weren't hot enough to truly burn her skin, just enough to trick her brain into releasing a flood of pleasure to compensate for the shock.
It had been just a few drops, but her tormentor waited until her breasts stopped heaving with her deep dragged-in breaths... waited and watched her nipples tighten into painfully aroused nubs.
Then he returned to her with the feather, touching the softest parts of her... the inside of her arms... her ribs, inches away from her breasts... the tops of her feet... gentle sweet caresses that made her writhe against the bonds.
"Who are you?" she moaned softly "Why is this happening?"
He responded, "That doesn't matter. Just forget all but what you are feeling. Let the pleasure take you away." He lightly traced a fingertip along the palm of her hand, moving up her arm and shoulder. He kissed her gently on her lips at first, and then plunged his tongue in her mouth, as he carressed her breasts with his hands.
She struggled against the satin ties, overwhelmed with pleasure.
She moaned softly as her desires began to get stronger. She knew nothing about this stranger or who he was but she knew he was stirring a desire in her she had never felt before. Her breathing began to quicken as she felt the heat of the wax and also the heat building up within her. She entered the room with one thought on her mind, and found herself needing this much more.
Heat and burning need shocked her again as her mystery lover began touching her again. This time gasped as he drew an ice cube from the hollow of her throat, between her breats, down her belly. Pleasure built up in her, and her body flooded with desire from the contrast in sensations.
As Caryn writhed against her bonds, moaning in her pleasure, her captor waited eternal seconds. Then he poured a thin line of melting candle wax tracing over the center of her chest and belly where the ice had touched her.
Liquid desire flooded her body as he finally began touching her with his own fingers. Starting at the soles of her feet, he caressed up her legs, first one then the other. Smoothing his hands around her hips, swirling patterns over her belly, stroking her sides inches away from her breasts - he brought his hands to the sensitive skin of her inner arms - one side at a time, repeating this touching on the other. The stranger traced around her fingers and placed warm kisses in her palms. Then he caressed her arms again, moving along her shoulders and down around her breasts. Circling his hands around both breasts he leaned in to suckle at each nipple in turn.
Caryn moaned, and begged, "Don't tease anymore, please!"
"This what you want?" he purred, as he brought his splayed hands down her body to the juncture of her legs. He rubbed his palm over her slick sensitive mound, fingers running though her wet hairs, one finger beginning to slip into her folds, heel of his hand pressing against her most sensitive nub.
"Yes" she whispered as her hips slowly started moving in response to his touch. She could feel the desire growing even stronger within her as she felt him sliding his finger in deeper, reaching every sensitive part of her. "please, dont stop".
She reached within her mind and could not even begin to remember when the last time was she had felt like this. It had been so long since she had been with a man, and the more he touched her, the more she longed to have his hard manhood within her.
As her mystery lover slid a couple fingers deeper into her, Caryn moaned. He pressed into her, thrusting again and again. She whimpered in frustration, and begged breathlessly, "Don't make me wait anymore, I need you inside me now."
His deep voice purred back, "Mmm I don't think I should, I'm having too much fun watching you wriggle on my bed."
"No, I can't take anymore. I need it now. Please."
She moaned in protest when he pulled away. Looking up she watched as he undressed. Whipcord lean, sculpted muscles - his was a sinewy strength. Caryn gasped in anticipation the moment his hands began to undo his pants.
A thick, long cock sprang free, its head pulsing and purple. His pants fell to the ground, he stepped out of them and walked to the side of the bed.
As he sat down and rolled over her, she got her first clear look at his face. Heavy-lidded blue eyes fairly glowed with desire. Dimples softened his seductive grin, turning what might otherwise be sheer animal lust into a sweeter need. He looked into her eyes as he began kissing her neck and on up to her lips.
His hips pressed into hers as he settled his weight between her legs. Caryn felt his warm shaft against her slick, wet center. She tilted her hips against his, and breathed, "Please, now."
One hand snaked down between their bodies. He kissed her and kissed her as his hand guided his cock, rubbing it up and down her slick, greedy opening. Caryn moaned in need into her mystery lover's mouth. Then he pushed the head of his cock inside her, one quick stroke. Her eyes widened and locked onto his, as he held his body still, giving her a chance to become accustomed to the size of his shaft in her. In a few moments she began grinding her hips against his, moving around him, stretching herself to accommodate him. Slowly, carefully, he began to thrust into her.
"Need it harder, lover, please," she breathed into his ear. Her bonds kept her from wrapping her legs around his hips the way she wanted. All she could do was beg for more.
He obliged by thrusting into her deeper and faster, until she moaned in equal parts need and satisfaction at every stroke.
Head thrashing back and forth against the mattress, Caryn's pleasure built up. The tension of his body grinding against hers drove her beyond her senses. Soon her body shuddered inside and out, over and over again. The pressure of pleasure so great that for a moment everything, even her breath stopped. Then she slipped over the edge, shivering, giggling, panting her release.
Her mystery lover eased himself off of her. Untying her arms and legs, he gently rubbed her skin where the satin had held her. Then he covered her with a royal purple silk robe, and kissed her a final time on the lips. The soft music died out, and the lights dimmed.
"Go get some rest, my beauty," he told her. "Initiating site-to-site transport: from Holodeck Two to deck twelve, section 3F, Lt. Caryn Hayes' quarters. Engage."
The experience left her enervated, and she fell asleep immediately without wondering how she got to her own bed. It was only in the morning that she realized how very odd it was that she never did get to speak with Socrates. For a moment she considered mentioning the incident to engineering, but the whole experience had been so deeply personal, so tuned in to her deepest, darkest fantasies, that she simply could not face explaining the problem to any one else.
The End.
For now.