Trust by Niomi, NiomiP@aol.com (c) December 1997 (revised April 1998) (VOY, P/T, NC-17, BDSM, mild bloodsport) Summary: This short tale (PWP) assumes Tom and B'Elanna have been involved for some time and have an intimate relationship. It is essentially a "trust game" between two individuals who trust and care deeply for each other. 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, BDSM, and mild bloodsport are not your cup of tea, don't read this either. (No serious injuries, and there's no more blood than from a hard bite.) 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. Please don't sue. (Although, I don't think Paramount wants this read in court.) Distribution: Please do not archive without the author's permission (NiomiP@aol.com). Please print with the above disclaimers and credits attached. ********** Tom lay face down on the bed as B'Elanna continued to massage his shoulders. She took strong deliberate strokes, moving along the natural line of his muscles, paying special attention to the knotted spot in his lower back. "I'm done with this side, now turn over." "Yes ma'am," Tom replied with a cocky grin. He turned and lay back down. Before B'Elanna could continue, he reached up and took her face in his hand and began to kiss her, expressing the desire that was building in him. She guided him back against the pillows and ran her hands across his chest and shoulder and down his arm. As B'Elanna continued to kiss Tom passionately, she took hold of his wrist and placed the soft cord around it. "B'Elanna?" Tom had stopped kissing her and asked, "What is this?" Before she answered she took his other wrist and secured him to the bed. "Now this is an interesting situation you have me in," he observed with only a trace of a smirk . He paused and replied with most of the bravado gone from his voice, "I didn't realize you would instigate this sort of thing." She gave him a long contemplative look. She wanted this to be a novel and bonding experience for them both. He couldn't quite read what she was thinking. There was something about B'Elanna's manner that was more serious, not playful. Tom had played light bandage games with women before, and enjoyed them, but he'd usually been the one doing the restraining. "Shhhhh" B'Elanna whispered as she walked to the side table and removed a dark piece of fabric from a drawer. She ran the fabric sensuously through her hands as she approached. B'Elanna then sat close to Tom, looked deeply into his now wide-open blue eyes, and gently blindfolded him. "Now, I want you to completely relax. There is nothing but you and I right now. No ship, no work, no reality other than this one in this room." She gently stroked his chest and Tom began to relax. He let go the tension he'd been keeping in his limbs and replied, "All right. What's next?" "The element of surprise," she answered. Tom didn't know whether to be nervous or excited, but this whole scenario definitely aroused him. Since he couldn't see, he tried to listen more intently, trying to decipher what B'Elanna was doing now. He heard her moving at the foot of the bed. He felt her running her hand down his thigh to his ankle and then another cord being secured. Then she moved to the other corner of the bed and completed the project. Now he was completely secured, exactly the way she wanted him. Tom heard a sparking sound and then smelled the odor of incense. B'Elanna stopped for a moment to admire the sight of a very attractive, very naked, Tom Paris spread-eagle and secured to her bed. She smiled a knowing smile, and moved to the next stage of the game. Tom heard her feet tread softly on the carpet and a moment later felt her kneeling on the bed next to him. "Do you trust me?" she asked breathing seductively into his ear. The sensation made the skin on the back of Tom's neck prickle. "Yes, I trust you." Tom could feel the heat of her body next to him and smell the scent of her hair. She poured a small quantity of the oil she had been using on him before into her palm and rubbed her hands together to warm it. Tom was startled when she placed her hands on his chest. He hadn't been expecting the sudden contact and drew a sharp breath. But when she began to continue the massage he relaxed and exhaled deeply. This was really very pleasurable, she was paying full attention to him, and although he couldn't move, he was responding to her touch. He could feel the soft sheets under him and the odor of the incense mixed with B'Elanna’s own scent was even more intoxicating. She continued to massage his chest and up to his arms. Again, working slowly, sensuously, feeling every nuance of his body. She loved the feel of him. He was muscular, but not in a way a man like Chakotay was. Tom was firm, yet his skin was so soft. The contrast never ceased to delight B'Elanna. "Tom." "Yes," he murmured. "Are you familiar with the Klingon word *voq*?" B’Elanna asked in a quiet but steady voice. "No, I'm sorry. What does it mean?" "It means complete trust. Like the trust a warrior has to have for his superiors. He trusts them with his life and doesn't question. The same trust can exist between lovers." Tom nodded, not sure where this was leading. "Do you think you could trust me that way? Could you have *voq* in me?" "B'Elanna, I love you and trust you, and if that fits the meaning of *voq* than I think I do." She smiled and stopped her massaging. "Good. I wanted to ask you first." "First ?" Tom asked with some trepidation in his voice. "Before what?" *What have I gotten myself into here?* he thought as she stepped off the bed and placed her hand over his mouth. "Shh. Be quiet until I ask you." Her tone carried more authority than it had a moment before. Tom found this turn of action one that made him slightly uneasy, but aroused him also. He obviously had no control over the situation. He didn't expect it to be so arousing, not just in the physical sense, but deep in him as well. Tom again heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing. B'Elanna came back to the bed and straddled him. She bent down to kiss him lightly, not letting him insinuate his tongue in her mouth, despite his attempts to do so. She repeated this fleeting kiss, until he stopped trying to get the upper hand of it. She then slowly, firmly placed her mouth on his and opened it with her tongue, penetrating him as deep as she could, filling his mouth with her. B’Elanna drew back, pulling on his lower lip with her teeth. "Very nice, she said, once you let *me* kiss *you*." Tom started to answer, that he'd enjoyed it too, when she brought her hand down over his mouth. "I didn't mean that as a question. Now shhh." She adjusted her position, and began to drag her hair up and down his body, slowly teasing him with this *almost* touch. The feel of her soft hair against him made his skin tingle, it was like all of his body's senses were heightened. She stopped and he felt her weight on his thighs again. "Are you familiar with a Klingon *taj*?" Tom racked his brain, the word was familiar. "Isn't it a small knife?" he replied. "Yes, one designed for personal protection. My mother gave me one once, it was beautiful. I had it up until we were taken here to the Delta Quadrant. It took a long time for me to save replicator credits for this one." *This one?* Tom thought with confusion "Do you ha..." He felt her hand cover his mouth again. "I didn't ask a question, Paris. I was just saying how I liked this one more. I wonder if you will too?" Tom's pulse rate increased, what was she doing? She was strong enough to hurt him, but she never would, would she? He felt cold metal against his chest, causing him to inhale sharply. She gently moved the blade upwards along his chest, so he could feel the coldness and hardness of the metal, but so it did not cut his skin. As she did this, she turned the blade slightly to cut through a few hairs on his chest. That sensation Tom felt acutely. He didn't want to move or scream. Either of those things could potentially get him hurt either purposefully or just by accident. He decided to continue to cooperate. "You are doing so well, Tom." B’Elanna moved the blade up against his neck and brushed it against him softly. He could just feel the edge on his throat. *That thing is sharp!* She drew the tip of the blade against him, bringing it down to just below his collarbone and allowed it to prick his flesh. One, then two drops of blood oozed from the prick, and B'Elanna bent down to lick them from him. Tom shuddered. He couldn't help it. He was scared, and at the same time completely aroused. B'Elanna smiled at him and continued to drag the blade in a criss- cross pattern along his chest, stopping to slowly circle his nipples. Tom's arousal increased as she continued slowly working her way down his body with the blade. She stopped again, just below his rib cage and this time drew a small cut. Tom inhaled sharply and made a strangled sound. B'Elanna touched the cut with her fingers and he winced at the sensation. She again bent down and gently kissed the wound. She continued again with the blade, tracing his navel and after stopping in a very deliberate fashion, continued the path down his body towards his erection. Tom felt an uncontrollable wash of fear and tensed his thighs. "Tom you are being so cooperative and doing so well. I'm so proud of you," B'Elanna said as she sensed that he was on the verge of going from excited to truly frightened. Men just do not like anything sharp near their private parts. She removed the knife from his skin and Tom exhaled. "Are you ready?" she asked in a very even tone. "For what?" he asked breathlessly. Tom gasped in surprise as she brought the flat of the blade down on his thigh with a resounding smack, and he realized what she’d hit him with. "Are you ready?" she repeated. It was more of a command than a question. "Yes. I am ready." He replied, not quite being sure what he'd just agreed to. Suddenly he felt her all around him, she was laying on top of him, touching his arms, chest, and thighs. She shifted again and took him in her. He let go the breath he’d been holding, and started to moan loudly. "Shh," she reminded him with a short slap on the cheek. "You can scream all you want, but not just yet." B’Elanna began to move on him slowly, deliberately. Tom wanted more, but couldn't ask. She had total control of his pleasure. She knew his body well enough to gauge that she was torturing him with her movements. As B’Elanna began to move more quickly, she felt him react to the motion, so she slowed and returned to painfully deliberate strokes. She continued this pattern until he was breathing so hard she knew his release was inevitable, as was hers. "Now," she whispered, and began moving in full force, "Who do you love?" she asked with short ragged breaths. "You, B'Elanna, you," Tom panted. "B'Elanna," he screamed as he reached the long-awaited thundering climax. She followed him a second later. He couldn't sense anything but the feel of her body, her scent, and then the taste of her as she kissed him deeply. There was no reality but her. In a few very still minutes, she moved off of him. And he felt his feet and hands being untied and then the blindfold being removed. He rubbed his eyes for a second and looked up into her face. She had the most sweet smile for him. She said, " I love you, Tom." And kissed him gently. "I thought you might like the concept of *voq*. That was what you just experienced with me." Tom put his arms around this woman he loved so much, he would die for her. It had been a very intimate act, much more than just sex. B’Elanna could see the emotion in his eyes, and she knew she felt it too. "Yes, I understand now," Tom answered and stroked her cheek. They kissed and fell back into the bed and lay a long time in an entwined embrace. ********* All comments and criticisms are appreciated and can be sent to NiomiP@aol.com.