Control- by Niomi, April 1998, (P/T, NC-17, mild BDSM,) 

SUMMARY: This short tale (PWP) assumes Tom and B'Elanna have been 
involved for some time and have an intimate relationship.  B'Elanna 
doesn't want to have to be responsible all the time, and Tom gives 
her that opportunity.

CAUTIONARY NOTES:    This work of fiction is RATED NC-17.  If you are 
under 18 please do not read further.  If graphic descriptions of m/f 
sexuality, and BDSM, are not your cup of tea, don't read this either.  
I'm off the hook, I warned you.

GENERAL DISCLAIMER:  Everything Star Trek, including characters and 
episodes belong to Paramount, Inc. and Viacom.  I'm only borrowing 
their characters, and don't stand to make a dime off it.  Please 
don't sue!

DISTRIBUTION: This story can be shared with friends, but please do not 
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the author.  Archiving on ASC and ASCEM is fine.  Please keep the 
above disclaimers and credits attached.

Special thanks to Fever for killing unnecessary commas and 
constructive criticism.  All comments and criticisms are appreciated 
and can be sent to NiomiP@aol.com.

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Chief of Engineering.  She never dreamed she would ever have a job 
like this.  And on an Intrepid-class starship no less!  Unfortunately, 
there was always some new disaster to repair and a staff that couldn't 
seem to function without her, not to mention more jury-rigged components 
and amalgamations of Delta Quadrant and Starfleet technology than 
she'd ever be comfortable with.  She worked hard and did her job as 
well as she possibly could. But sometimes, she wanted to get away from 
the responsibility, and from the ensigns' constant questions in particular. 
This morning was one of those times.  

Ensign Heller had just called her with an emergency plasma coolant 
question.  It was no emergency.  B'Elanna, barely concealing the 
irritation she felt, instructed the Ensign to shut down the valve and 
wait for her to report to Engineering.   

As she broke the connection, B'Elanna growled,  "The idiot!  I don't 
want this responsibility today.  I don't want to be in charge.  Let 
somebody else deal with these problems for a change!"  She stormed out 
the door just as Tom, toweling his hair dry, emerged from the bathroom. 

"B'Elanna....?"  He was in time to see the door swish shut behind her. 
Tom had overheard every word of her blowing off steam.  He sometimes 
forgot how much responsibility and stress her job sometimes put on her.  
There were a variety of ways to relive that sort of stress, Tom thought 
to himself, not trying to suppress the sly grin that appeared on his 
face.  "Maybe I can do something about that," he wondered aloud.

*********

About an hour after her shift should have ended, Voyager's Chief 
Engineer was extricating herself from Jeffries tube 27.  All the routine 
maintenance that had to be completed was finally done.  The diagnostics 
were completed, the emergencies dealt with, and the long range refits 
scheduled to begin, albeit at a later date.  *Someday, I'll get it all 
done.  If and when we stop pushing this ship to the limits every few 
days.  For tonight anyway, she'll be fine.*  

B'Elanna had returned to Engineering and had just settled herself at her 
desk to review some reports, trying to get ahead of the game for the 
next day, when her commbadge chirped.

"Paris to Torres".  

"Yes, Tom." 

"Lieutenant Torres, report to Holodeck 2."   

"Tom, I need to finish these reports first.  I want to be ahead 
tomorrow." 

"No, you don't need to read those tonight.  Lieutenant, I order you to
report to the Holodeck."

"You what?"  *He had better be kidding,* she thought.

"Report, Lieutenant.  That's an order.  Paris out." 

B'Elanna was stunned.  *Order me?  Order me to do anything?*  Her blood 
began to boil.  *How dare he!  What is that idiot thinking?*  She forgot 
all about the reports, which had been so consuming a few minutes before, 
and set off for Holodeck 2, envisioning what she would do to Tom Paris 
when she got there.  None of the notions was particularly affectionate, 
even for a Klingon.

*********

B'Elanna entered the holodeck.  Tom had better have a good excuse for 
"ordering" her here.  She was not in the mood to play games.  

"Hello," a familiar masculine voice said.  It was Tom, the source of 
her irritation at the moment.  

B'Elanna looked around.  She was standing in a French Renaissance-motif 
suite.  The walls were covered with rich brocade, and the windows, which 
overlooked a moonlit countryside, were hung with heavy draperies.  The 
furniture was all of ornately carved wood, the most spectacular piece being 
a very large four poster bed dressed with a thick coverlet and a multitude 
of pillows.  Soft strains of music she couldn't identify were audible 
and the room was lit by candlelight.  Several candelabras were placed 
throughout the room and smaller ones illuminated the table. 

Tom was setting out what looked to be an intimate dinner for two.  He 
was dressed in civvies, although this wasn't an outfit he usually wore.  
He had opted for close-fitting black pleated trousers and a pale blue 
shirt which defined his form quite well.  The whole scene caught her off 
guard, and she forgot she was supposed to be angry with him for a 
few seconds. 

When she regained her wits and anger she said hotly,  "What do you mean 
by ordering me to come here?"

Tom gave her a decisive look.  "I heard what you said this morning, just 
before you left."

She hadn't realized Tom had been listening.   "What did I say?  I'm sorry 
I didn't say goodbye before I left; I was just so irritated." 

"B'Elanna, after you closed the comlink with Ensign Heller, didn't you 
wish for a chance to not have to be in charge of anything?  No 
responsibility?" 

"Yes, I suppose I did."  B'Elanna did not understand what that had to 
do with anything.

"Well, I decided that you should have that opportunity.  This evening 
you are not responsible to anyone but yourself.  There is no one to supervise 
and no problems to solve.  This is a time to.... indulge yourself."

How could she be mad at him for that?  This program had obviously taken 
a good deal of effort to put together, and he had done it just because 
she had a harried day.  The last of her ire vanished as she realized she 
had several hours of holodeck time with Tom, and he wanted to "indulge" 
her.   A girlish smile slowly worked its way over her face.  "Tom, I 
can't argue with that."

"I have quite an evening planned for you," he said, maintaining a very 
purposeful but suggestive gaze.

She walked up to him, standing very close.  "So what did you have in mind?" 
she said with mock ignorance.

He took a step back.  "You'll see.  Tonight I'll take care of everything."

She arched her eyebrows, questioning.  "If you say so."

"Let's sit down, I'm betting you haven't eaten yet."

The dinner was very satisfying; however, B'Elanna couldn't help thinking 
that it was also a bit odd.  Tom could be very attentive, but this wasn't 
just attentive, he had done everything for her. 

When they finished dinner, Tom stood and moved around the table to 
B'Elanna.  "B'Elanna, will you let *me* make the decisions this evening ?"

"What do you mean, exactly?"

"Just trust me.  Let me be in control, take the lead so to speak."

This was an unusual offer.  "All right, I think I can do that." 

He hoped she was going to like this game.  If she didn't,  she would let 
him know in no uncertain terms.  Tom wasn't completely confident that 
she would like it, so he decided to proceed slowly.

"Come here."  He walked her over to an ornate oriental screen at the other 
end of the room.  Behind it was a large antique clawed-foot enameled bathtub, 
and it was full of warm bubbly water.  

"That looks inviting."  

"Stop," he said gently.  "I'm going to undress you."

She smiled.  "Go ahead."  Tom slowly, and with great care removed each 
piece of  her uniform, placing them on a chair.  He didn't try to do more 
than touch her skin, letting his hands trace over her arms and shoulders 
lightly but avoiding her breasts.  Taking her hand, he led her to the tub. 
As B'Elanna sank into the water, she felt the day's tension begin to 
dissolve.  She reached for a sponge.  

Tom took hold of her wrist gently but firmly.  "No.  That's my job, 
remember?"  

B'Elanna wasn't sure about this now, but when Tom rolled up his sleeves 
and began to wash her back with long sensual strokes, she let that hesitation 
slip away.  He washed her entire body, giving great attention to every 
detail.  He made sure to rub her tired feet and shoulders.  His touch lingered 
on her breasts but did not move to fondle her.  On the whole it was a 
delightful experience.

By the time his hands returned to her shoulders and rubbed them thoroughly, 
moving up her neck and over her scalp, she felt totally relaxed and was 
beginning to be aroused by his touch.  She turned, trying to catch his 
lips in a kiss, but he stood up.  Tom could see that she was enjoying 
his attentions, and that they were having the desired effect.  However, 
he wanted to prolong this very subtle foreplay as long as possible.

"I'm going to brush your hair."  He picked up a brush and began to work 
on her dark silken hair. The long strokes sent small shivers through 
her.  When he finished, he tilted her head back and kissed her delicately.  

"Umm, Tom, I feel so relaxed.  This was a very good idea.  Thank you." 
She felt so relaxed that she was beginning to feel energized.  

"I'm not done yet.  B'Elanna, I love you."

"I love you too, Tom."

"I thought maybe we could try something we haven't done before."

"What do you have in mind, Tom?"  They had tried a number of activities 
which were new to her, and she had yet to be disappointed by Tom's 
suggestions.

"I want you to give me control tonight."  She looked at him with a puzzled 
expression.  "Give me the opportunity to let you respond, and feel, but 
nothing beyond that.  I think you might enjoy it."

She realized suddenly what he was asking her to do.  "I see.  You want 
to play a game?"

"Of sorts."

"You really think I'll like it?"

He grinned wryly.  "I think so."

"All right, what do I do?"  B'Elanna was a bit uncertain, but given how
she felt right now, she was up for any activity that would bring her 
into close intimate contact with Tom.

"First, no questions."  He took her hand and helped her out of the tub.  
Picking up a towel, he began to dry her off.  He rubbed her skin until 
she was quite dry and felt a warm glow all over.  He stood close behind 
her, and she could feel his clothed body against her naked skin.  Tom 
lightly ran his fingers down her back and over her bottom.  She reached 
back for his hands but he took hold of her wrists firmly.  "No, that's 
not part of the deal."  He released her hands and moved to cup her buttocks 
before sliding his hands over her hips while pushing his body tightly 
against hers.  

Tom stopped and turned her around to face him.  He stood in front of her, 
looking her up and down, desire very evident in his eyes.

"Tom...."

"Shh."  He held his fingers over her lips.  "No questions remember?"  She 
nodded her head in agreement.  He leaned in and kissed her again, and she 
responded enthusiastically.  

Tom broke the kiss and led her to the bed, where he gestured that she 
should lie down.  B'Elanna made herself comfortable on the pile of pillows,
and looked up at Tom expectantly.  He knelt next to her, kissing down 
her neck to her collarbone.  B'Elanna lifted her hands to touch Tom, but he 
stopped her with a firm hold on her wrists.  Caressing them with his 
fingers, he asked, "You trust me?"  

She replied without hesitation. "Yes".  

"Then just relax," he said as he bent to kiss her gently.  He brought her 
hands above her head, retaining his hold on them with one hand while removing 
something from under the pillows with his other.  B'Elanna couldn't see quite 
what he was doing, but she felt something being placed around her wrists.  

Tom finished securing the leather restraints.  Sufficiently strong, but 
very soft.  He wanted to be sure she had enough slack to be comfortable in 
her reclining position, but not too much room for free movement.  "You wanted 
someone else to make the decisions, so I'm making one for you.  You're 
not moving unless I let you.  You don't have to do anything.  
Just relax.  Close your eyes if you want."  

B'Elanna exhaled and closed her eyes.  She tested the restraints and figured 
she could break free if she really wanted, but realized she didn't.  She 
wanted to find out what else Tom had planned for her.  The sensation of being 
restrained was both disquieting and exciting.

Tom knew she could break the restraints if she chose.  Restraining B'Elanna 
could easily prove to be futile.  He wanted her to choose to be submissive 
and give control to him.  Tom saw her flex her arms and test the restraints, 
and then relax and settle in a bit more into the pillows.  This tacit 
agreement was exactly what he wanted to see.  

She felt his breath in her ear.  He began to gently nibble on her earlobe 
and then down her neck again, working his way to the spot between her breasts.  
B'Elanna was able to focus so much more on what she was experiencing because 
she wasn't reciprocating.  Every touch had an intensity they hadn't had before.  
Then she felt something very soft touch her neck and flow in the same 
direction as his kisses had. 

"Silk.  A natural fiber, very strong, very soft, and it warms to the touch,"  
Tom softly uttered.  Tom allowed the fabric to glide over her breasts, 
caressing them.  He then quickly took a nipple in his mouth, elicting a 
surprised gasp from her.  He continued by flicking her nipple with his 
tongue and tugging gently with his teeth.  

B'Elanna was beginning to feel very aroused now.  She rubbed her legs together 
and then slowly parted them.  She was rewarded with the sensation of the silk 
flowing down between her legs over her softness and then up along her thigh.  
Tom continued to touch her lightly with his fingers or the silk, occasionally 
planting a kiss along her caramel-colored skin.  This very slow sensuous 
touching was far more arousing than she had originally thought it 
would be.  

"Tom...." she breathed.  

"No questions,"  he said, lightly slapping her outer thigh to emphasize the 
command.  B'Elanna was surprised by the authoritative undercurrent in his 
voice, but it didn't diminish her desire.  

Just the sight of B'Elanna could arouse him anywhere or anytime.  But 
Tom hadn't expected the sight before him to turn him on as much as it did.  
She lay there naked, nipples visibly erect, a captive audience expectantly 
waiting for him.  B'Elanna waited for what he would do next, for him to 
touch her again.  She was his to pleasure and control.  

Tom stood up by the side of the bed and began to disrobe as she watched.  
He looked her directly in the eye, never letting his gaze waver as he 
slowly removed each piece of clothing.  He wasn't doing anything he hadn't 
done before, but there was a certain deliberateness to his actions now.  Tom's 
facial expression drifted from teasing to sensual.  He was evidently 
also aroused.  The sight of his beautiful fully erect penis elicted 
another wave of desire in B'Elanna.  

Tom joined her on the bed, reclining on his hands and knees above her.  
He was so tantalizingly close but not close enough to touch.  He gave her 
a deep secret smile before beginning to alternately kiss and nip her 
breasts and down her belly.  These actions drew assorted small gasps from 
B'Elanna.  When he reached her center, he ran his fingers slowly over, 
and then continued to kiss down her thighs, all the way to her toes.  

B'Elanna was beginning to make small movements with her hips, following 
some unheard rhythm.  When he began to suck each of her toes, her breathing 
became quite audible.  Tom knew she was getting very, very hot.  There was a 
slight pink flush visible on her chest that spread out to her shoulders.  She 
had her eyes closed and seemed lost in the sensations he was giving her.  
The image of the confident tough-as-nails Chief Engineer moaning and shivering 
under his touch brought a cocky smile to Tom's lips that he couldn't suppress.  
He thought he was enjoying this almost as much as B'Elanna seemed to 
be.

He ran his hands up her sides and kissed her again.  B'Elanna's response 
was a very powerful and meaningful kiss.  Tom never failed to excite her, 
and she reveled in their lovemaking.  But what he was doing tonight was bringing 
her a pleasure that was somehow different.  B'Elanna didn't know if she had ever 
wanted him as much as she did at that moment.

"Roll over."  

B'Elanna almost asked another question, but decided to simply comply.  
It took a moment for her to settle into a comfortable position, but there 
was enough slack in the restraints for her to do so.  Tom began the sequence 
of alternating the silk with his caresses and kisses up and down her body 
again.  Goosebumps formed on her now-quite sensitive skin.  By this point, 
B'Elanna's concentration was completely gone, and she was losing awareness 
of anything but Tom.  The boundary between conscious thought and 
instinctive reaction was blurring with each new sensation.  Her nipples 
were so hard they almost ached.  She was totally focused on the feel of his 
hands on her,  the occasional sensation of his breath and lips on her skin, 
and his scent which was slightly different from his arousal.  Nothing else 
existed for her, just Tom's touch.  She felt him shift position and then 
pull her up onto her knees.  She adjusted herself so she could comfortably 
rest her weight on her elbows, but she still was restrained.  B'Elanna
gripped at the sheets covering the bed as she felt Tom running his fingers 
lightly along her thighs and buttocks.  His caresses grew more intense, 
and she moved back against him, needing him almost desperately.  He applied 
a firm smack to her backside with his hand.  

"Not yet."

Fingers lightly caressed the spot where he'd just spanked her, the skin 
acutely sensitive.  The sensation was an oddly arousing mixture of pain 
and pleasure, which surprised both her Klingon and Human aspects.  B'Elanna 
hadn't ever had anyone do anything like this with her before, but she 
was definitely enjoying it.

He touched her folds, gently parting her.  "Just relax and let me touch you. 
You're so wet."  He paused, then asked, "Do you like this?"  as he slid a 
finger into her.  B'Elanna gasped and began to move against him.  She felt 
another smack.  The sensation combined with being penetrated was even 
more exciting.

"You're not behaving.  You agreed to give me control here."

She nodded in agreement.  He withdrew his hands.  "I think you'll like 
this," he said as he spanked her again.  She inhaled sharply.  He was right.  
He continued with several more smacks, each time stopping to lightly brush 
her pinking skin with his fingertips.

"Tomm..." 

"I think that's enough," he replied.  Placing his hands on her hips, he 
entered her with excruciating slowness.  B'Elanna didn't move, but she 
did pull against her restraints.  She allowed him to set the pace, as 
he began to move inside her in a series of several slow strokes followed 
by  faster, deeper ones.  B'Elanna soon realized that there was a pattern 
to his movements.  Slow strokes followed by deeper ones followed by a pause, 
and then the pattern began anew.  The effect was unbelievable.  B'Elanna 
gripped the sheets tighter and could feel them begin to tear in her hands.  

Tom exhaled slowly, not knowing how long he could hold out.  She felt so 
warm and wet and he could feel her vaginal muscles contracting again and 
again.  It was taking all the effort and concentration he had not to just 
thrust into her again and again, finishing it.  But he wanted to give her 
a long hard orgasm, one that would shake her to her very core.  She was 
slowly building up to it.  He could feel her breathing getting deeper and 
increasing in urgency.  She still was behaving, she wasn't moving or asking 
anything.  She was completely under his control. 

Tom repeated the sequence, his slow strokes giving way to stronger deeper 
ones.  This complex rhythm was bringing B'Elanna up and down in waves closer 
and closer to the point of no return.  Tom reached around her and began to 
stimulate her clitoris as he penetrated deeply.  B'Elanna's breathing degraded 
into panting and she began to tremble.  

Tom didn't just want a physical release for her, he wanted to ease some of the 
tension from the authority she carried around all day.  He wanted to give her 
as much of an emotional and mental release as a physical one.

Tom felt her begin to shake as he reached a series of deep strokes, which he 
continued, pushing her over the edge.  As her body convulsed, she let out a 
low guttural cry, reality disappearing around her.  These final constrictions 
were too much for Tom, and he lost his last vestige of control and came in 
her crying out himself.  B'Elanna was barely aware of his cries as she 
continued to shake from the power of her own climax.  Tom regained 
himself enough to reach under her to support her.  He continued to move 
within her in gentle strokes, caressing her back as the tremors slowed.  They 
were both breathing hard when he withdrew from her.  He helped her settle 
back against the pillows and lay close beside her.

B'Elanna felt as if the room was spinning slightly.  She'd never had an orgasm 
that intense before.  "Tom...I..."  She took a deep breath in an effort to 
get back to a normal breathing rate.

"Shhh," he replied.  "Take your time."  He stroked her hair and kissed her 
forehead.

When B'Elanna finally caught her breath and felt somewhat composed, she looked 
up at Tom and smiled, color rising in her cheeks.  This game of Tom's had 
been very exciting.  She never would have thought she'd enjoy being submissive 
like that.  But she had never really thought she'd like sex as much as 
she did either.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"I'm glad these sheets are holographic.  I think I tore them up pretty 
badly," she said, noticing the strips of fabric.

"That's all?"  Tom exclaimed in disbelief, but his eyes danced with laughter, 
telling her he knew better.

"No.  I was thinking about you."

"Glad to hear it.  Let me undo these."

Tom moved to undo her restraints.  He gently caressed her wrists, wanting 
to be sure she wasn't hurt.  He kissed each wrist before enclosing her in 
his arms.  "So, did you enjoy yourself tonight?  Was it what I promised?"

"I did.  But I certainly didn't expect...this."  She gestured at the restraints.  
Tom grinned and held her closer.

"Well, I'm full of surprises," he replied as he began to sensuously explore her 
mouth with his tongue.  No one had ever gotten this fiery creature to play 
submissive and to do so of her own free will.  He was the only one who could 
make her lose control and scream the way she had tonight.  It was a part of B'Elanna 
that was his alone.  Tom found this realization extremely erotic.  

He continued to kiss and then nip at her smooth caramel skin, working his way 
from her ear to her neck to her shoulder.  He nipped her softly at first, 
but when she began to growl low with pleasure, he bit harder, barely piercing 
her skin.  B'Elanna cried out and pulled him closer.  Tom's lips found hers 
again and their kiss increased in intensity.  He moved his hands to encircle 
her wrists, restraining them by her shoulders in an attempt to point out 
that the game was not yet over.  B'Elanna relaxed into his embrace and let 
him continue.  Tom bent to kiss one nipple, sucking and pulling gently.  After 
drawing several more growls from B'Elanna, he finally entered her.  This time 
he moved in a steadily increasing pace.  She felt like she could never have 
enough of this man.  They came quickly, bringing loud cries from both of them.
 
As they lay together afterwards, both breathing deeply, B'Elanna realized 
that Tom was unlike any other man she'd ever known.  He had thought up this 
scenario for her, to help her relax, not simply to satisfy himself.  She hadn't 
had many lovers, and Tom was by far the best.  Not just in a technical sense 
either, although the man did have good hands.  She smiled at that thought and 
made herself comfortable against his chest.  With him she felt comfortable 
enough to be herself and to express herself sexually.  Tom was the first man 
she had felt free enough with to show both sides of her nature without trying 
to hold one of them back.  He was definitely the only man she'd ever allowed 
to control her in any way. With him it wasn't a power issue, it was 
pleasure.

"Tom?" she asked.

"Umhumm."

"Do you have any other games like this one?"

"Possibly.  You'll just have to wait to find out."

*********

(And so will you, dear reader.)