Nothing graphic, just a little fun. Don't own 'em, didn't do nuthin, nobody saw me do it, you can't sue me ;-)
A Little Game
by Lindy
"Ah, c''mon Talia, it'll be fun!"
Susan Ivanova bounced lightly on the bed as she watched her lover dress carefully in front of the mirror. Talia turned to face Susan, an expression of mild exasperation on her face.
"No, Susan, I've told you, I really can't get to this dinner! I have a meeting with a Psi Corps representative and it really isn't something I can put off".
Susan looked sulky, an characteristic which Talia found frustrating and endearing in equal proportions.
"It says, 'bring partner' and I don't want to go with anyone else", she pouted. "Can't you just tell him you're sick that night?"
Talia swallowed her irritation and instead replied steadily, "No, Susan, I cannot tell him I'm sick when half the station would see me with you at the damn reception. I can't make this one, sweetheart, please accept that".
There was silence for a few minutes as Talia finished dressing, checking her already perfect reflection and watcing Susan's reflection in the mirror. The beautiful Commander was stretched out on the bed behind her, hands clasped behind her head. It was her day off and she had kept Talia in bed long enough to ensure that she would be late for her first meeting.
"Susan, my first client is arriving here shortly, perhaps you should leave". Susan didn't move an inch. Talia looked at her, the very picture of difficult sulkiness as she lounged on Talia's bed, and she felt the first flare of anticipation. No, she couldn't, not today... if only Susan didn't push it...
"What's the matter Talia?" she asked, grinning slightly, "Don't you love me any more?"
Oh, that was it. If Ivanova had been able to see Talia's face, she would have been apprehensive of the secret smile that lingered for a second then was gone. She reached into the cupboard which was open beside her. When she turned round at last, her expression was blank. She crossed slowly to Susan who sat up to meet her.
"Not love you? I've never loved anyone the way I love you, Susan" as she spoke, the telepath caressed her lover's untidy hair and impish face. Ivanova closed her eyes in pleasure at the simple pleasure of the gentle touch. Talia smiled at her innocence and unwariness. Planting her knee on the bed, she pulled Susan to her, kissing her lips, forehead and the top of her head. Susan snuggled into her arms. Smiling, Talia ran her hands down the length of Susan's arms, moving them gently behind her back. With one swift move, she cuffed them there. Susan jerked in surprise, feeling herself brought up short by the handcuffs. She looked up at Talia in surprise.
"Talia? What are you doing? You know I don't like to..." she was silenced by the telepath who again dipped her mouth to hers, kissing her with a little more force. "Don't like to what, Susan?" she asked, and this time Susan saw the mischevious look on her face. "C'mon, Talia, this isn't funny", she complained, testing the strength of the restraints. Talia stood over her, grinning happily. "Oh, I disagree, Susan. It's very funny". She returned to the mirror, checking her lipstick and removing several items from the cupboard. Susan's eyes widened as she saw what Talia carried.
"My dear Commander, if I may call you that, you act as if nobody and nothing mattered except your pleasure and satisfaction. That may have been fine before we were together, but I refuse to be taken for granted if we are to have an equal relationship". She spoke quietly, smiling to show her meaning was not as severe as her words. Susan however was convinced of the determination which lay behind them. She stared open mouthed at Talia who advanced upon her, smilng evilly. Susan suddenly threw herself across the bed in a frantic attempt to reach her link which lay on the small table to the side of the bed. Talia, however was faster, snatching the link away from Susan and waving it before her face.
"Oh no you don't" she laughed, reaching for her lover. Susan wriggled away from her, giggling hysterically, but she could put up little fight with her hands restrained. Kneeling on top of her to keep her down, Talia methodically bound her arms and legs using thin scarfs Ivanova wore on social occasions. She worked fast, laughing at the squirming hysterical woman beneath her. Finally she sat back and viewed the trussed and helpless bundle, still writhing, uttering obscure Russian curses and giggling alternately. Talia's face was flushed and she pushed the hair from her face, grinning.
Talia caressed and stroked her helpless lover, feeling the unwilling response to her touch. Ivanova's giggles and curses changed to groans as she tried unsuccessfully to evade the woman. Talia's hands played skilfully over her body, massaging her full breasts and teasing the nipples hard, pushing down on Ivanova's mound and feeling her writhe against her, moaning in response. She ran her hands down Susan's back to cup her ass as she tongued her mouth hard and deep. She felt Ivanova twist and writhe beneath her as she brought her inexorably towards an unwilling climax. As Susan reached the very edge, Talia abruptly rose from the bed. There was silence for a moment, then,
"Talia?" more imperiously, "Talia! Don't you dare leave me like this!"
Talia laughed merrily as she moved back to stroke Susan's cheek.
"What do you mean, Susan?"
Susan's face was red with arousal and frustration. She yelled,
"Dammit, please, Talia... I'm... sorry... just..."
She continued to yell for the next few minutes as Talia meticulously repaired her flustered appearance. The blonde woman stood grinning, listening to the sounds of frustrated effort behind her. She turned abruptly.
"Susan dear, my clients will be here soon, I suggest you quieten down a little".
"Let me the hell go!!" Susan bellowed, glaring angrily at Talia. Part of her anger stemmed from the delicious tingle that kept running through her as she felt her excitement building again. She wasn't... dammit... couldn't... be turned on by this... no way!
She looked up from another frustrated yell to see Talia bending over her. Next minute a section of tape was placed firmly over her mouth, effectively sealing off her cries. Ivanova's eyes widened in astonishment as she continued to yell furiously into the gag. Talia had never done anything like this to her before. Her muffled cries excited Talia intensely, as did the sight of the capable Commander at her mercy. She bent to kiss Ivanova's nose as her door chimed.
"This must be my first client, Susan" smiled and headed for the doorway. A sudden frantic increase in the intensity of protest behind her made her turn. She correctly interpreted the meaning behind the muffled grunts.
"Oh yes I can, Susan. Hopefully it'll teach you not to be so selfish" she grinned before adding, "Oh, and you might want to think about stopping the noise my dear. I'm sure you wouldn't want the Drazi representative to see you lke this?"
Susan glared at her. Talia chuckled, trying to work out if the spitting sound she now heard was affirmation of her last remark, or a choice selection of particularly profane Russian insults. She rather suspected the latter. As she walked from the roomshe heard the noise behind her cease entirely. It looked as though Susan had taken her warning to heart.
Susan lay on the bed, listening to Talia politely welcoming the Drazi and his business partner. She wondered why Talia was working from home today and realised she hadn't even asked her. Surely... there couldn't be any truth in what Talia had said? Ivanova shrugged off the idea and began to writhe silently in her bonds. It was no use. She growled angrily. Talia had really caught her out this time. She couldn't think how she was going to get out of this one... if she tried to attract the attention of the people in the next room, she would almost certainly be freed, but she also knew that nobody would be able to keep something like this secret for very long. Pretty soon it would be all over the station that Commander Ivanova spent her days off tied up in the bedroom of the stations resident telepath... she felt herself going hot and cold at the thought. There would be questions asked... she'd have to face Sheridan and Garibaldi... nobody would ever respet her again... Ivanova forced her mind away from such images of horror and focused on her predicament. Making noise was not an option, and she knew she could not free herself. With a sigh of frustration, Ivanova adopted the only course available to her. She lay still on the bed and began plotting her revenge.
Talia had a lot of people to see that day. In betwen meetings, she would duck into the bedroom to check on her prisoner, sitting beside her, gently stroking and kissing her angry hot face. Once she removed the gag and allowed Ivanova a long drink of cool water before replacing it. Ivanova lay quiet, defeated for the moment, but planning. Talia laughed at the rebellious expression in her eyes. Occasionally she would force Susan to near climax, enjoying the way Susan's body responded unwillingly, loving the agonised grunts she gave when she was left unsatisfied.
As the day wore on, Talia's satisfaction lessened and an apprehensive look appeared on her face. She knew that Susan was not the sort of woman to allow such an invasion of her dignity and freedom to go unpunished. The look in Susan's eyes promised suitable revenge to be exacted, now if at all possible. Talia was not at all keen to face an angry, humiliated and frustrated Susan at this point.
She ushered her last clients from the room and returned to the bed. Susan lay still, her eyes fixed on the blonde telepath.
"Well, Susan, I hope you've been doing some thinking"
Talia moved cautiously round the bound woman as if she might magically leap up and grab her. Reaching out carefully, Talia freed Ivanova's arms, leaping back and squealing as Ivanova pulled herself free. As she ripped the tape from her mouth and untied her legs, Talia stood in the doorway, feeling a mixture of fear and desire run through her.
"Oh, baby, I've been doing a whole lot of thinking... you're going to just love some of the things I've thought of". Ivanova looked up at her, eyes dark with anticipation and revenge. "You just wait..." As she kicked her legs free and stood up, Talia's nerve broke. She fled giggling from the apartment, heading for some public place where she might stay in relative safety. As she entered one of the bars of the Zocalo, flushed with excitement and panting for breath, Talia knew deep down that she had only delayed the inevitable.
Read the sequel: Revenge