Author's note:  Well Krissy, I finally did it.  :P  I wrote a story.  
And this one's for you.

Warning:  If you're not 18 or older, don't you dare go any farther.  
This is a bondage story.  Explicit sex is also described.  Parents, I 
don't even want to hear it if your precious children don't follow the 
rules.

Captive
By Audra Denning


        Darkness.  Darkness all around her.
        Arms above her head.  Feet spread apart.  Ankles and wrists bound.
        Darkness.
        Cool air upon her skin, the sensation felt all over.  The sensation 
that sent a chill down her spine.
        Naked.
        Captive.
        Helpless.
        And still the darkness was there.  Dark as her own midnight hair.  Dark 
as the space between the stars.
        Darkness.
        Waiting.
        She had long since given up on escaping her bonds.  It was impossible.
        But the obscuring of her vision had heightened her senses.
        He was nearing her.
        The darkness gave her the ability to hear his quiet footsteps, the 
sound nearly lost in the soft carpet.
        His scent floated toward her--the familiar scent of him--his 
masculinity mixed with a hint of the sandalwood cologne he always 
wore--the scent that drove her senses wild.  It grew stronger--and she 
knew he was coming nearer.  She felt first the tender kiss upon the 
slight ridges on her forehead, then his hand lain gently over her heart.
        "Your heart is beating so fast, little one."  That sensuous voice, low 
and soft, sent another chill through her.
        Before she could speak, his lips came down upon hers.  Gentle, soft, 
slowly growing passionate.  As the kiss deepened, she felt the bed shift 
and his other hand came to rest upon her hip.
        He lifted his head, breaking the kiss.
        "No," she pleaded in a whisper.  "Don't go."
        She heard his soft laugh.  "I am not going anywhere, little one."
        His lips brushed hers again, then traced her jawline and continued down 
her neck.  He kissed the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse race.  
His hands moved to her shoulders, then over them and down slowly.
        She felt him cup a breast in each hand, his thumbs brushing the taut 
peaks.  Then his lips captured one and she moaned, arching up against 
him.  He swirled his tongue around it, nipped, then suckled lightly.  
Then he moved to give the other one the same treatment, while his 
fingers continued to tease the first.
        When he leaned up to kiss her again, he let his body make contact with 
hers and she realized that he was now naked.  The feel of his skin 
against hers was intoxicating.
        He slid down, pausing to kiss her breasts again.  She moaned his name 
in frustration.  Her answer was a low laugh.  "Don't fret, little one.  
You'll not be left like this."
        As he spoke, his hand smoothed over her stomach, then ran along one 
thigh, first down, then back up to the dark curls between.  Lightly, he 
stroked their softness, then his hand moved down and he slipped two 
fingers into her.
        "Ohhh," she moaned.
        "You're wet," he said softly.  "Do you know what that means, little 
one?  It means that you're ready for me."
        She felt the bed shift as he moved and shivered in anticipation.  Being 
like this left her completely vulnerable, and it both terrified and 
excited her.
        His hands came to rest lightly on her hips, then to her shock, she felt 
him begin to kiss where he had just been touching.
        "Wh--what are you doing?" she cried.
        He rubbed her stomach with a gentle hand.  "Don't be afraid, my little 
one.  I'll not hurt you."  Then he returned to what he'd begun.
        First, he showered soft kisses on the inside of her thighs and in 
between.  Then he nipped very lightly at the soft skin.  Finally, he 
plunged his tongue inside her, drawing out a cry of surprise.  He 
continued this pattern until she tensed and he knew she was nearing the 
edge.  But he didn't want her reaching there yet.  He rose up.
        "No," she cried.
        He touched his lips to her forehead again.  "Tell me what you want," he 
breathed in her ear.
        "You," she answered.
        "You have to tell me more than that."
        "I want you, I need you.  Take me, please," she pleaded.
        "What else?" he murmured.
        "I want to feel you thrusting inside me," she whispered.
        Without warning, he drove deep into her.  She let out a sound somewhere 
between a moan and a cry.
        "Yes, little one," he whispered as he began moving inside her.  "Let me 
hear you cry out."  One hand roamed along her side, while the other 
moved between them, stroking her passion-swollen clit.
        She did as he commanded, unable to hold back her moans and wails.  The 
sensations blended together--his lips caressing her neck, his fingers 
still stroking her, and his powerful thrusts, all heightened by her 
inability to see.  A knot of pressure was slowly building somewhere 
within, drawing itself tighter and tighter.
        Then without warning, the pressure snapped.  A blazing lightning fire 
coursed through her.  She screamed.
        "Yes, little one, like that," he said softly, but his voice was 
strained and she knew that he was approaching the edge, too.
        As a second shockwave consumed her, he reached his climax.  She heard 
his cries, then felt him collapse atop her.
        They both lay still for several long minutes, trying to slow their 
breathing.  He ran a hand lightly along her arms, then sat up.  Moments 
later, she felt the bonds at her ankles loosen.  Then he unbound her 
hands.  Finally, he untied the blindfold and set it aside.
        She looked up into his aqua eyes.  He looked down at her, eyes full of 
love and a faint smile curving his lips.  He tenderly kissed the ridges 
on her brow again as she moved her legs to wrap around his and her arms 
around his neck.
        He rolled to the side, bringing him with her.  As they grew drowsy, he 
ordered the lights out, then murmured, "So B'Elanna, did you like it?"
        "I did," she answered, snuggling close to him.  Then she smiled.  "But 
next time, Paris, it's your turn."


© 1998 by Audra.  Characters aren't mine, story is.  Comments - 
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