2. NEGOTIATIONS

~*~ A continuation/sequel to PRIVATELY QUARTERED~*~

"TRUCE."

Janeway's brow arched instinctively as she read the single word that appeared on her console. She resisted looking to her left where Chakotay, the obvious author, sat and silently made an offer of her own.

"WHAT ARE THE TERMS?"

Chakotay chuckled at the unexpected reply and looked hesitantly to his right. He wasn’t surprised to find his poised, unaffected captain reading what appeared to be a report on the monitor that she had pulled in front of her.

"Yes, Commander?" She blinked twice and waited for his response. "Did you want anything in particular?"

He was flushed by her sweet ambush. "Oh ...I ... um...Have you completed the report from stellar?"

"No, Commander; I have not." Her answer was quick and well placed.

Paris chuckled until Chakotay shot the pilot a warning glance. Paris turned in his chair, leaving Chakotay undaunted, to deal with his beautiful opponent. He typed quickly and left the bridge before she could acknowledge what she'd received.

Janeway's mouth fell open as she read the words, which had appeared before her. She recovered quickly and looked around the room to see if she had been exposed. Fortunately, no one was aware of the warm blush which had crept up her neck seconds earlier. She smiled to herself and deleted the words composed by her nemesis:

"COMPLETE SURRENDER: TERMS NON- NEGOTIABLE. MY QUARTERS 21:30. WEAR SOMETHING YOU WON'T NEED.”

~*~

Kathryn raised her hand to buzz her arrival to Chakotay's quarters. Just as she extended her fingers, the door slid open and she was snatched through them by her wrist. Before she had a chance to react, she was spun away from her captor and blindfolded. He guided her to the floor, lowered and finally released. "Chakotay. What..."

"You're early. It's only 21:20. So you have to wait until I'm ready for you." Kathryn moved attempted to remove the blindfold, but her hands were intercepted. "I would really hate to restrain you, but I will." She smiled in spite pf herself, remembering the night she'd tied him with her favorite silk scarves. He traced the line of her smile. "After all, Captain; turn around is fair play." His voice was low and seductive; it was the promise of an incredible evening, unmistakable.

"OK. I won't peak."

"Promise?"

She knew his mouth was inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath on her skin. "I promise." She leaned forward trying to make contact, but he anticipated her move and pulled away.

"Uh, uh. Tonight is my turn, Kathryn. I'm going to do things you have never had done to you before. By the time I'm done, you'll scream my name so loudly everyone on Voyager will hear you. And the silk scarves you assaulted me with? They will merely be whispers of the past when tonight is over.”

Janeway smiled in answer, a lopsided sign of her anticipation. "Oh, I can hardly wait."

Chakotay reached behind her and pulled her to her feet, untied the blindfold and allowed her a few moments to examine the room around her. They stood in the middle of his sitting room. She wondered momentarily where his sofa, desk and other furniture were, but only briefly because he pulled away her heavy tunic and ripped it down the front, revealing the filmy chemise she wore beneath it. He ran his hand along the side of her body. As he preoccupied himself with the silken material that barely covered her, she examined the room. The area was littered with short burning candles. They were the only other objects in the room except for themselves.

"Chakotay, this is..."

Before she could finish her statement, he covered her mouth with his and pulled her into a tight embrace. He released her and spoke before she could regain composure. "No terms. Only surrender."

"Chakotay!" ‘Captain Janeway’ surfaced at the idea of relenting and relinquishing complete control.

He shook his head. "No. Absolute and complete control is my goal, Kathryn."

"Can we negotiate?"

He sensed her apprehension and conceded. "Negotiation under these terms. Silent and passionate," he placed a hot, wet kiss her at the hollow of her neck. "To the victor go the spoils."

The last logical thought Kathryn remembered was the internal struggle to push Captain Janeway away for the evening, as the sound of the slight material of her gown being torn away from her body ripped through the room.

She was immobilized, both by the sudden chill produced by her naked vulnerability, and the stare from her first officer. He slowly scanned her body, which already was showing signs of readiness for 'negotiations'. "Kathryn, I told you that you were early. I have a few more things to do."

With that, he disappeared into the ghostly penumbra being reflected by the circle of candle flames. His movements were feline and silent, inherent of his ancient forebears. As his frame reappeared from behind the darkness of the shadowy limbo, she saw that he was pushing a large object in front of him. "All good negotiating sessions must have the proper setting," he said as he positioned the item in the center of the bare room.

Kathryn looked at the object in front of her. It was a tall, heavily upholstered chair. Its deep midnight blue color had hidden its form well within the shadows against the walls. The covering looked plush and thick. The back of the chair rose high... high enough so that she knew when she sat in it – and she knew he was going to have her do just that – that the back of the chair would support her to the top of her head. In fact, the top of the chair had a pillow-like bolster for her head and neck.

She studied the rest of its structure, as Chakotay watched her... watched as her mind absorbed the details of the piece of furniture, dissecting its form and theorizing on its design. Her eyes followed its long back to the seat and sides... all of the parts seemed to flow comfortably one into the other. There were low, solid arm pieces, appearing to be fluid with the seat. The seat part itself was not very deep, but fell off into a solid length in front than ran the distance to the floor. Again, this height was not too great; in fact, she deduced that the distance was just about right for her to sit in the chair comfortably, with her feet being able to rest flat on the floor. The piece of furniture reminded her of an old-fashioned lounge chair that could assume a variety of positions. As she completed her examination of the design, she looked up at him, silently asking, What's next?

"Do you like it, Kathryn?" he asked. "I made it especially for you. I was able to replicate some biovinyon, and used it to construct the chair. I scanned your exact measurements and used them to pattern a customized fit."

"You do enjoy making things for me, don't you, Chakotay," Kathryn said with a little laugh, remembering with fondness the bathtub that he had made so many months ago. "So what does this have to do with our negotiations?"

He chuckled. "Oh, we'll find out soon enough. Kathryn, would care to try out your new chair?"

He gently cupped her elbow and led her over to the inviting seat and eased her into place. The material of the structure was soft, but firmly supported her small form. At first, it felt cold against her naked flesh. As her body temperature started warming the constructing substance, she felt herself slowly sinking into its form, being wrapped in its comfortable texture. She closed her eyes, sighing with a delighted satisfaction. But her eyes quickly opened, for she realized that the chair was not just adapting to her body, but was engulfing parts of it. Her arms and legs seemed to be entrapped by the cushioning material. In addition, she felt the grasping substance steadily pulling her legs to the outer sides, revealing her womanly openness. Her mind quickly comprehended the chair's purpose.

"Chakotay...." she called out in a firm but questioning voice.

"Ah," he smiled back. "Yes, you do like to say my name. So how do you like my little hobby project... so far? Is it to your liking? Would you like to thank me in any way?" His eyes were sparkling with his bridge-like mischievousness. "Don't struggle; it will only further grab you. You do know what biovinyon is, don't you, Kathryn? It's an alkaloid vinyl, into which I've hybridized bio-neuron circuitry. Oh, yes... I forgot to tell you. I have a control padd here that will allow me to manipulate its functions." With that, he showed her a small padd that he had hidden within his tunic. "Would you like to find out more about what it can do? And, remember, we *can* negotiate our terms."

"And what might they be?" she asked, looking at him with an unwavering, unemotional gaze.

"Anytime the chair does something you don't like, just call my name. That's all you have to do. Complete surrender. Simple, isn't it, Kathryn?" With that, he moved his fingers over the surface of the padd.

Kathryn's expression suddenly changed, as she felt movements behind her back... coming from within the chair... like hundreds of fingers running up and down, exerting pressure... rubbing... massaging... delighting... she sighed, with her acceptance of the movements.

"Ohhhhh.... this chair is wonderful! Yes, I'll keep it, Chakotay... mmmmmmm... I'll..." her voice broke off, as a new sensation presented itself. Her arms had been drawn further into the encasing substance, and the sensations she now felt were little nips to the soft underflesh of her arms. Her sighs rapidly changed to little gasping moans.

Just as quickly, the nipping activity moved downward and began its action on the delicate tissue inside her thighs. She squirmed as the motions intensified. Chakotay watched her, as she not only accepted, but seemed to enjoy the exquisite sensations. He once again touched the padd, and the chair's palpitations of her body escalated.

She attempted to arch her body, only to find herself further gripped by her seemingly living captor; she felt it was trying to engulf her whole body. Still the pulsating stroking continued; he watched her body become covered with a sheen as she struggled with her body and with her rapidly escalating reactions to the sensuous probing of the chair. Her breathing was now coming in short, shallow gasps..."Chakotay...", she managed to call out.

He came over to her. As he had done earlier, he brought his face close to hers, but without touching it. This time, it was he who felt the heat of a body -- hers. "What do you want, Kathryn?" he breathed into her face.

"You..." she weakly uttered. She tried to raise her head to meet his lips, but found herself trapped.

He leaned over, covering her mouth with his. He took her lower lip between his, then thrust his tongue into her mouth; his overpowering kiss stifled her groans. As she sought to gain more of him, he quickly broke the contact of their mouths. She moaned as he pulled away.

He brought both of his hands up to her breasts, which were now swollen with the stimulation of the past few minutes. He first cupped each one gently in each of his hands, weighted with the eager expectancy of his touch. While still holding her fullness with three fingers, he reached up to her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, and massaged the erect tips. She responded again by calling his name; once more he rewarded her with a deeply probing, thirst quenching kiss.

He again backed away from her and her velvet prison. "Let's see what else your 'command chair' can do, Kathryn."

Almost as soon as he spoke, she felt the chair form a narrow ridge in the seat. The ridge sought the rift between her legs. It continued to rise, until it assumed a perfect fit between her labia; her body temperature seemed to mold it into place. She tried to relax her body, but she knew what was coming... and then it did. From out of the invading material, the magic fingers appeared and assumed their actions on this most delicate area of her body. The ‘fingers’ magically lengthened and entered, probing and massaging and pinching. She again became lost in the dichotomy of sensations – wanting this divine torture to end, but still craving its diabolical ecstasy.

Chakotay watched as she succumbed to his creation. He again reached to the padd's surface and keyed in another command, his eyes glued to her face.

Her eyes widened with surprise, for the ‘fingers’ suddenly coalesced into a single probe, becoming a form-fitting phallus that filled her entire cavity, Its temperature seemed to rise several degrees, for there was a slight searing sensation to the tender tissue walls. As the internal changes proceeded, the chair itself began a transformation. The depth of the seat became only a few inches deep, forcing her pubis to the edge, The sides of the chair still firmly encased her lower legs, but pulled her thighs open and taut against the edge; however, the molded dildo still filled her. The human-like grasp of the sides pulled her arms back, creating a stiff arch to her torso.

She gasped as she felt the inner form slide out from her wet, swollen orifice. A slight ‘phwat’ sounded as it pulled clear of her, and the ambient air rapidly chilled the moist surfaces. At once, she missed the comforting filling feeling that it had given her, and she whimpered. “Chakotay.”

“Yes?” came his voice from the darkness around her. “What is it?”

“More,” she mewed. “More…”

He silently pressed the padd and she immediately felt filled again. The molded form felt smaller but more slippery. It pulled out of her again, only to thrust back in with an increased force. Several thrusts came in rapid succession, each one deeper and harder that its predecessor. Her imprisoned body writhed and rose as best it could, responding to the pleasurable assault. Then, as quickly as the plunges began, they backed off, until she felt like an impotent member was trying too hard. She strained at each flaccid attempt, wanting to stimulate it back into response; she was so close to fulfillment, but not quite there.

“Chakotay,” she said meekly. “This… isn’t… fair.”

In response to her saying his name, he went over to her and inserted two fingers into her gaping chamber. “Is this what you want?” he whispered into her ear, his fingers tracing circles onto the receptive tissues.

“No… I need… more…” she murmured.

He twisted his fingers against the warm soft caverns of her vagina, but never quite touching that most sensitive of spots towards the front. He leaned down and breathed on her swollen labia as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her groaning – unfulfilled and dissatisfied. “No; you’re going to have to do better than ask meekly like that.”

He gave the padd instructions, and the chair lowered her legs, but it still held them open and leaving her vulnerable. He walked into the area just in front of her, easing himself inbetween her legs; she saw that he, too, was now naked. His smooth bronzed body glowed in the flickering candlelight, with shadows dancing macabre pirouettes across his face and torso.

“Now that you’ve been ‘prepared’ properly, it’s time for me to have a little bit of fun.” He put the padd down on the floor next to him. “Kathryn, you’re going to watch me this time, and anytime you begin to feel yourself going over the edge, our friend, the chair, will notice it and will remind you that you aren’t to let that happen until I say you can. Oh; and the bioreadings are sensitive enough to notice if your eyelids droop or your head turns; in other words, my dear, it’s your time to watch. Understood?”

The fettered woman nodded her perception of his commands, but shivered at the knowledge that she was so close now that she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out.

Chakotay closed his eyes, concentrating on his task, allowing the living constraints around Kathryn do their thing. Planting his feet firmly onto the floor, braced by her knees, he took his flaccid member in one hand. While supporting its stem and its twin orbs with the other hand, his thick fingers encircled the cylinder of flesh and he began a slow up and down movement along its length, while gently massaging the bulbous sacs with his other hand. Faster and faster the up and down movement became as the flesh filled out and began to rise in its salute. His breathing seemed to be in rhythm with his hand, as his breaths became faster and more shallow.

Kathryn at first sat mesmerized, for she had never been subjected to be still and watch this physical change as it occurred. As his phallus swelled and grew, she felt a similar response in the stimulated tissues between her own legs, her own heat rising with his. Suddenly, she felt a jolt run through her body – not a sexual one, but one that zapped a piercing pain behind her eyes. She snapped her attention back to controlling herself, not wanting to feel that inflicted again!

A translucent drop of early cum exuded from the tip of his engorged member. He reached his thumb over its swollen tip and began rubbing the liquid into the head of his engorged penis, giving it a pearlescent sheen. His rubbing intensified, and amazingly, the tissue stretched even more, now assuming a deep russet color. She could have sworn she could see the veins throbbing right below the strained skin; their throbbing rhythms echoed in her own nether regions, creating a syncopation that roared inside her head.

She closed her eyes momentarily, wanting to feel their togetherness. ZAP!!! The charge ripped across her shoulders this time, forcing her to an upright position again, her eyes wide open, a residual stinging a reminder of how she must behave. He was right; the chair could sense her every move. It was obvious that he certainly could not have noticed anything in his current state.

A sheen covered his body and face, giving him an unearthly glow. His mouth opened into a sensual “O”’; whispered sensual sighs hung on his lips. Every cell of his being seemed on the verge of explosion, just as she herself felt. Faster and faster his fingers swept in their mission, until they were an earthen-colored blur in front of her eyes. She felt herself rapidly ascending again; all she wanted now was to feel him… to have him fill her with the luscious gift in front of her. She hovered on the edge, trying to reach out to him… to guide him into her waiting warmth; but her arms and hands were immovable, locked into their strange cage.

She knew that her body was quickly going into its own journey; her mind had lost its ability to control, as all of her systems sought out automatic release. No, no, she called out to herself, not knowing how strong the chair’s reaction would be to total orgasm. With what little strength and sensibility she had, she whimpered his name: “Chakotay…”

As if it were a verbal trigger, the last syllable of his name sparked his explosion. A viscous spurt of pearl gray substance spewed forth, the pressure behind it as forceful as any volcanic eruption. Beads of sweat on his forehead joined in the journey of pouring down the surface of his skin; his face took on an almost beatific expression, of sanctified martyrdom. The now-stilled fingers around his phalanx spread into a cup-like shape, catching the precious fluid before it found its way to the floor. Only the taut control of his muscular thighs prevented him from losing his balance.

The expected electric bolt of punishment never occurred. The only jolt Kathryn felt was that of her own body, as she watched with sadness, sighing for the lost opportunity of feeling his fullness… accepting his gift. The rich fluids of her own climax oozed out and ran coldly onto her thighs; she felt empty and unfulfilled, in spite of the tension release. Again, she reached out instinctively, wanting to scoop up the product of his culmination and at least commingle their bodily fluids, but she was met with only restraint and disappointment.

Chakotay became more alert to his surroundings as his member slowly lost its tumescence. He looked at his cupped hand, coated with the precious byproducts of his exertions. He dipped two fingers of his other hand into the contents and lifted their anointed tips to her lips, brushing them, in their post-coital fullness, with the musky substance. Her mouth opened slightly and he slipped the fingers inside, allowing her tongue to bathe them. He extracted them quickly and she sighed at the loss.

Without a word, he back away from her and retrieved a towel from a hidden area by the chair, wiping away all evidence of his self-adulation. Her eyes blazed with her unfulfilled desire, her lips open and full. He then pulled out into the open a small wash basin and proceeded to cleanse himself in front of her, taking his time in bathing all of his bodily surfaces, those visible and those more covert. Slowly he sponged himself down, luxuriating in the massaging, soothing movements.

Still he did not speak. She remembered how she had taunted him with her own masturbative actions, realizing now how torturous it must have been for him – just to watch, unable to respond in any of myriad ways. Oh, yes; he had learned the lessons well – too well! Her groin ached for its lost treasure; her internal muscles spasmed against the ghostly image of what could have been. Her body cried out with desire… no, need for his fullness; for the pain of his invasion.

His ablutions finally completed, he walked back to her, kneeling in between her legs. “You did very well, my dear Kathryn; you managed to contain yourself until we could plunge over the summit together. I’m afraid I’ll need to rest for a few minutes; how about you?”

She looked at him, her eyes pull of plaintive pleading. “Chakotay… this has gone on long enough. I’ve learned my lesson; let’s forget all these games. All I really want is you; don’t you know that?”

His hands touched the inner surfaces of her thighs, sending renewed searing chills through her body. His fingers tapped out a sensual pattern across the sensitive skin, allowing his fingernails to graze the most erogenous areas. “Complete surrender of control, Kathryn; that’s what is needed. You have held me at a distance all too long; there is much time to be made up for. You do understand, don’t you?” he smiled at her.

Her body was rapidly rising to a state of tension again, as if his fingers were keying in the exact code needed to summon her arousal. He leaned forward and let his tongue play long, wide circles around her swollen nether lips, dipping its tip momentarily into the opening between them.

She moaned, arching her back as best she could. “No; please… no… unless you’re going to…”

“Oh, I am, Kathryn; but not just now. I’m not as young as I used to be… not as young as you could have had me…” he said, backing away and finally standing. “You’ve had me in a state of torment for so long that I really think you need more of an understanding… of how agonizing it is to wait… to be teased, only to be put off one more time… again and again…” He got up and stood in front of her, smiling silently as he tapped yet another command into the padd from earlier.

Once more, the chair raised her legs and eased them further apart. She felt the surface growing and rising, cold but hot; dry yet wet… its pseudo-phallus searching for her like a heat-seeking missile of years long ago. She could have sworn she even heard it… gleefully targeting in on her, hissing as it plunged into her depths, growing and expanding and filling her as before; finding that sacred spot of desire and pummeling her until she could bear no more. Her body arched as she allowed herself to succumb to this sham of maleness, this sexual impostor. In spite of herself, she cried out as her body betrayed her into a convulsion of culmination. Tears of self-deprecation burned in her eyes; this was no way for her to allow herself to be; she was above such artificial tactics. However, she refused to let him know of her humiliation. She looked into his glowing eyes with renewed determination.

Still exasperated with self-remorse, she felt her instrument of imprisonment changing in its physical contours. Although she felt as if her arms and legs had been released, they remained under control of the device as it turned her over, its invisible hands and fingers turning her body so that her stomach and face were downwards into its confines. Her face was turned ever so slightly, so she could see the room around her; indeed, she could even move her head from side to side. The surface of the chair flattened and assumed a more horizontal plane. She felt another adjustment, and she realized that her legs and lower torso were elevated slightly higher than her arms, head and upper torso.

She jumped slightly at the light abradement she felt raking across the smooth surfaces of her buttocks. The touch and silence told her that his fingernails were speaking for him again. Winding patterns roamed back and forth, finally allowing his thumbs to find a hold in the long fissure between the muscles. Gently, with one of his massive hands, he spread her apart, searching for her moisture, while reaching for his sleeping member with his other hand. He placed his flesh between hers, as if laying it to sleep, only to brush it up and down the deep cleft in between her legs, seeking to give it life from her flesh. Slowly, his flesh awakened, rising and stretching to meet its mission. Faster and faster he pulled it through her ready and waiting lips, challenging her – daring her – to grab him and devour him. She struggled to meet him, trying to raise her body to encompass him. But he kept ever so slightly away from her, just outside of her grasp.

This time, she could bear it no longer. “Chakotay… please… I must have you… now…” He leaned over her back, his gravid member trembling in anticipation against her. “On my terms,” he whispered, his breath hot and humid against her ear.

“Yes, yes; however you want it,” she whimpered.

“Not just now, Kathryn. Remember, there are two of us in this; my needs matter, too,” he continued, fingers from one of his hands dipping deeply into her, taunting her, pushing her…

“Yes, yes;” she promised again. “I… I won’t let you suffer… anymore. Please… now…” she wept, this time with tears that seemed genuine with contrition.

She felt his hot tip at the entrance of her desire. “We’ll understand each others needs…” he continued.

“Yes, yes – no please…”

He entered her slightly and she gasped at the sensation. “We’ll be open to each other’s desires…”

“Yes.. yes…”

He slowly thrust forward, filling her with his abundance. “Always there for one another…”

She sighed.

He began a rhythmic movement. “Sensitive and understanding…”

“Always…”

His pace picked up; he guided his firming erection with one hand while rubbing his thumb of the other against her tender pink perineum. “A true partnership…” he uttered, his words becoming more muted by his intensifying desire.

“Partners… yes,” she panted, eager to hold him and possess him.

Their tandem moans overtook any more words, actions superseding spoken communication. The mysterious confines of the biovinyl gave way and his body took over, firmly grasping her rounded hips while giving his flesh to hers. Heat and residual fluids grabbed at their body surfaces, sealing their negotiations in place.

Her body reacted first, having never really acclimated to a placid state since this whole ordeal began. Her stimulated muscles spasmed with an intensity that she had long forgotten, grasping out and around him, shooting shocks throughout her body; heating then chilling her all in one instantaneous surge.

Still he pummeled her, his own release prolonged by his previous explosions. Feeling her liberation, he pumped more frenetically, his skin slapping against hers, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

His breathing became pants, gasps… desperately grabbing for life-giving air. Like a drowning man, he made one final attempt… one last plunge… before he exploded inside her, anointing her with the liquid of his manhood, filling her with his warmth and soul. Now saved, he fell across her, reveling in his accomplishment. He remained inside her, his spent member tickling her sensitive tissues with its fluttering aftershocks and disgorgement. Finally, he moved his tensed legs, pulling out of her with a sigh.

He gently picked her up and turned her towards him. Her face glowed with the delight of their union, luxuriant in post-coital satisfaction.

“No more games?” he whispered, brushing back her damp hair.

“No more,” she murmured. “I think that ‘payback’ time is over… and the time for the rest of our lives to begin.”

He smiled at her, swooping her up and walking towards the bedroom.

“Only one question,” she sighed.

“What’s that, wonderful woman?”

Her smile was sweet and seductive. “Can I keep the chair?”

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