Title: Kinky
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Voyager
Rating: ADULT
Summary: She wasn’t kinky.
Character/Pairing: J/C
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Dirty, dirty sex. Nothing but a useless excuse for smut.
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Ben Lee. I was asked for a specific scene. When I tried to write it, I ended up with a mini epic and the scene didn’t make it in there, anyway. So this was the one-shot porn I wrote to make up for it.
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 10/06/09

***

This is not my kind of danger,
Taking candy from a stranger.
Heavens above,
Sex without love.
I thought you wanted me.

***

He watched her intently.

Examining the display before him, Chakotay bit back a whistle as he watched her breathe in and out rapidly. She was excited, nervous, aroused, shamed. Everything.

Except kinky.

He hadn't ever really given much thought to how she'd be in bed. He'd wondered if she would moan or scream, he'd wondered what she'd look like sucking his cock, but he hadn't really given thought to how adventurous she'd be. Of course, he'd only known her a little over a year, so he hadn't had a lot of time to get to that stage.

Chakotay had taken her to bed simply because he'd wanted it she'd allowed it. One night on the holodeck, a few drinks, some laughter, and when he'd stuck his tongue down her throat, she hadn't bitten it off, so he'd taken it as a lucky break and ran with it.

He'd fucked her that night. And two or three nights a week since.

It wasn't love. It wasn't even really affection. It was carnal desire at its best; raw lust and longing. They were friends that screwed each other when the mood took. They were co-workers that were the modicum of professionalism while on duty. He was the brown-nose banging the boss when they weren't.

She still wasn't kinky.

He conceded that she wasn't really all that 'vanilla', either. She'd gone to bed with him, after all, and she'd kept coming back for more. She'd never been against trying something new, but she'd also never suggested it, either.

And he'd wanted to change that.

He had pestered her one night, prying for information she hadn't wanted to give. He'd gone to her quarters and stripped when he'd walked into the bedroom. She'd been naked, ready, waiting. There was no preamble when they were together, they just scratched the proverbial itch. He had fingered her deliberately, bringing her close to the edge but not letting her reach release. She had been surprised; that wasn't the game they played.

They had foreplay, they had sex, and they had a dignified exit.

Chakotay'd had a plan.

He'd made her sigh and moan and he'd worked her up to crying and begging. And then he'd asked her to tell him something she'd wanted to try. A fantasy, an errant thought, a frequently-visited daydream. Whatever. He'd told her, in no uncertain terms, that the orgasm was hers when she gave him something to go on.

She had, so he'd let her come.

It hadn't been as good as it should have been, though. Chakotay had mused, after the fact, that she'd been far too surprised by the change in demeanour to really enjoy it. And he'd been more interested in her answer than what he'd been able to do to her body.

So he'd formulated his plan and waited for her sign.

As was fairly usual at this point in their journey, it hadn't taken her long to ask him if he was free for dinner. 'Free for dinner' usually translated to her being his main course. Not that he had any complaints with that.

Whether it was the stress of command, missing whatever she had back home, or just the longing for a bit of human contact, Chakotay didn't know. But at least twice a week, she asked if he was free for dinner.

He'd never said no, so he did this time.

She hadn't said anything - not much she could say in the middle of alpha shift on the Bridge - but she'd brushed it off with a forced smile and a comment about a rain check. He hadn't said anything, hadn't offered an explanation, just said he wasn't available and nodded mutely to her suggestion of another time. He could see the surprise in her eyes, though she'd kept her face a mask.

Now, though, he face wasn't hiding anything.

She was on the sofa, head thrown back, hand between her legs, bucking her hips into her hand. Her eyes had been closed and she'd been lost in whatever her mind was creating for her.

For as much as he wanted to watch her climax under her own hand, the tightening in his pants told him that whatever happened next should involve it.

He interrupted her when her hand started to make faster circles and her breath became shallow. "Need a hand?"

She froze, but she didn't open her eyes. "I thought you were busy."

"Change of plans, Captain."

She did open her eyes then, finally seeing his attire. He watched her cheeks turn pink and knew that she was aware of what was about to happen. She didn't move from her position on the sofa and she didn't remove her hand from its resting place.

"Fingers." He snapped.

She pulled her creamy hand from the black uniform pants. He could see the moisture that clung to them and he almost groaned with the need to taste her. He wouldn't, though. Not yet.

Chakotay watched her, eyes closed again, hand held up expectantly. He could see a bit of white lace above her pants and he was almost amused that she hadn't even waited to take her uniform off before going to town. Maybe she was a little kinkier than he'd thought?

"Clean them."

She didn't hesitate, which surprised him. In fact, she performed her task like she did everything else; diligently, thoroughly and meticulously. Chakotay could feel the fat head of his cock throb and ache as he watched her. He sent a silent message to the organ; it was going to be a long night and he needed to calm down.

When she was sure that nothing remained on her slim digits, Kathryn lowered her hand and opened her eyes, watching him expectantly, her chest moving quickly.

Chakotay tossed the small bag he carried to her. "You've got two minutes."

Catching the flying object easily, she nodded her acknowledgement and disappeared into the bedroom. Chakotay looked around her quarters while she was gone, planning their evening in his mind. He kept an eye on the time, noting with mild pleasure that she had fifteen seconds to spare when she returned.

He mentally applauded himself for the choice he'd made; short, leather skirt with a pretty little burgundy thong beneath that he couldn't see but knew was there. She wore shoes with a chunky heel, but that was more practicality than anything else, he wanted her to be just a fraction taller for a while. The ties to a black blindfold dangled from her fingers, the ones she'd cleaned off for his hungry gaze.

Chakotay eyed her, enjoying the sight of her white breasts, free from confines. He'd contemplated some kind of sexy top to match her outfit, but he really liked her boobs and to keep them uncovered worked just as well as far as he was concerned.

The blindfold had been more of a scare tactic than anything else, but the way she held it in her clenched fist made him wonder if it wouldn't be more effective when put to proper use.

He nodded approvingly. "Come here."

She did. She was obedient, but not meek. Her eyes challenged him, waiting to see how far he would take this, how close to her whispered words he would push them.

"You need crewmen." He stated. "I can supply them."

"For a price." She replied quietly, her voice husky.

"Everything has a price." He smiled gently. "Including your ass."

"And you think your crew are worth it?"

Chakotay shrugged easily. "How else will you get home?"

Kathryn remained silent.

He was right.

If he'd pressed the issue way back when, he would have been right then, too. And he would have fucked her to high heaven that first day in her Ready Room. She would have struggled, then. She would have fought. Now, she just wanted him to make her come and she felt the welcoming flood of lubrication secreting around her opening.

"Here's the deal, Captain. I'll get my crew to help you and your 'Fleeters. We'll get you home."

She met his eyes evenly. "In exchange for?"

"You." Chakotay considered that this could have been pretty hot had she been in uniform, but he hadn't had a better reason to see her in a tight little skirt and, since the crux of her fantasy had been the power struggle, he figured ordering her into a submissive outfit was only right.

Watching her breath race, her breasts moving faster, the pink nipples hardening in the room, he couldn't help but congratulate himself yet again.

Kathryn swallowed roughly. "What are you proposing?"

"I'm demanding your body."

"I can't possibly agree to that."

He shrugged again, but this time the menace was evident. "Then I'll kill you and your crew and take your ship."

"You don't have enough people to run it."

"We're Maquis. We'd make do."

Her shoulders slumped a little then, her acknowledgement without words.

Chakotay didn't press her to voice her agreement; he knew that some part of her, that part that never stopped thinking about the ship, was probably pretty against this. Her fantasy or not, he wasn't going to let her talk herself out of it just because he wanted to hear her verbal surrender.

The physical would be plenty.

Moving behind her, Chakotay took her hand and pulled her clench fist apart. Taking the blindfold from her, he reached up to pull the pins from her hair, letting the long red strands fall naturally. She usually kept it up in one form or another when he was here, but he liked it and, if she wanted to play sub, she didn't get a say either way.

He was impressed that she didn't comment, just let him work until the hair cascaded down her back. When he'd combed his fingers through it enough, he put the blindfold over her eyes, glad that she automatically moved to hold it in place, and then tied the strands together at the back of her head.

He looked at the knot and nodded to himself. "Can you see?"

She fairly gulped. "No."

"Are you lying?"

"No."

Holding her shoulders, he turned her to face him. She jolted, her chin jutting out, her face tilted back from him. Chakotay undid the belt at his waist, knowing that she would hear the noisy clasp opening and would know what it meant.

She didn't need much coaxing to fall to her knees before him, keeping her face forward. He moved himself into position, glad he'd forgone underwear, and rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, smearing the drop of precome, mixing it with the taste of herself that would have lingered.

Kathryn didn't resist, her mouth opening easily.

"Hands down." He instructed. "Let's see how good your mouth really is."

Compliant, for the moment at least, she did as he asked, working her head up and down, following the natural movement of his penis while she was unable to steady it with her hand. She sucked and licked, working him beautifully. He watched her, watched her head bobbing up and down, her mouth stretched around his flesh, her lingering saliva making his erection gleam. Her neck moved at awkward angles as she followed his cock, but she didn't waiver in her efforts.

She had taken him down her throat before, but never like this. Never with such hunger and passion. She was devouring him, trying to suck his soul out of his body. She was doing a damn fine job of it, too.

Her movements were fast and then wickedly slow. She'd increase and decrease the suction around him randomly. Her teeth scraped dangerously but he didn't once think she'd bite him. Her movements were unpredictable but it didn't matter, he was so hard he was going to explode with or without her help.

He was tempted to come down her throat. So, so tempted. He could shoot his seed down her throat and pull back on the last few spurts, letting some find her lips, a streak landing across her perky breast. He'd always wanted to see her like that. He loved to see their combined fluids on her thighs, warm with the knowledge that he was the reason for it. The thought of his fluid on other body parts had been the source of fantasy for a while.

But Kathryn wasn't kinky, so he hadn't asked.

Tempting though it was, he didn't want it to be over. Forcing himself to pull away from the delicious warmth of her mouth, he fought back the groan of disappointment, almost hating himself for moving. If his balls had arms, they would've slapped him. As it was, they sent silent threats about falling off with repressed desire if he wasn't careful.

Chakotay looked down at her, resting her ass back on her heels, the blindfold secure, her lips red and swollen from his cock. "You're good at that, Captain."

Her nipples were hard and he was almost certain that he could smell her scent in the air, so he had no doubts she'd enjoyed herself. She didn't comment, though, just took deep breaths as her chest heaved.

"Stand up."

She did.

"Panties."

Without pause, she reached beneath the skirt and pulled the scrap of command red fabric that he'd expected off, moving it slowly down her thighs. Bent at the waist, her breasts dangled enticingly before she straightened with the material in hand. She managed to keep her crotch hidden from him, but he didn't mind.

Chakotay held out his hand expectantly and then shook his head a little at the automatic action. "Give them to me."

She held out her hand uncertainly, waving it around in the space in front of her. He took the panties and pocketed them. Stepping forward, Chakotay looped two fingers under the waistband of her skirt and guided her backwards with him.

Positioning himself comfortably on the sofa, where she'd been earlier, he guided her to straddle his hips, keeping his legs spread wide enough so that hers were straining, her cunt spread above him, exposed to the air and his touch.

She followed his lead, moving until her wet folds were hovering just above the hard flesh of his cock, still wet with her saliva. Chakotay slid a hand up each thigh, moving from her knee to the hem of the skirt. He pushed the material up slowly, revealing more and more creamy skin as he... holy shit!

Where he would normally have found coarse auburn curls, he saw smooth, wet flesh. The downy hair that covered her pubic mound was gone. She'd used a hair suppressant cream and her lips were swollen with desire and oh so inviting to his hand.

He touched everywhere he could reach, feeling all of the bare skin that she offered. He'd never been with a woman that was completely bare; neat, yes, bare, no. He had to say he was a fan.

She grunted and groaned as he probed, letting him manipulate her flesh as he wished. Chakotay moved around her slick skin without pattern. He moved to tease her opening with two fingers before he pushed them in easily. She was slick and hot, ready for him.

"Excited, Captain?"

"N-no." She stuttered, her breath hitching as he circled her clit with his free hand.

He could almost see the quiver run through her cunt. "Pinch your nipples."

She did, cupping her breasts expertly, working them with practised ease. Her slim fingers worked and palmed her breasts and she pushed her lower body down onto his hand and her chest forward into her own touch.

Chakotay fingered her roughly, adding a third when she moaned above him. He pumped them into her rudely, making her suck in sharp breaths. He pushed her to the edge and then let her fall away from it with soft touches to the top of her mound. Not enough stimulation to send her over the edge, just enough to keep her body interested.

Much as he wanted to push her more, tease her mercilessly, until she was crying and begging for everything he could give her, push her to the edge again and again, Chakotay didn't think he could hold back much longer. Watching her gasp her way toward oblivion once was enough.

"I'm going to fuck you." He told her matter-of-factly. "And you're going to like it."

He didn't let her respond. One hand held his cock for her, the other pushed down on her hip, forcing her body to meld with his. His guiding hand quickly became an escort as she moved herself, pushing down until they were as close as possible.

Chakotay fought for breath, fighting back the pleasure that threatened to consume him. He filled her, throbbing within her tight walls. Watching her wasn't helping his control any; she was still working her own breasts and her body was contracting and releasing sweetly around his cock.

God.

He gripped both of her hips tightly. "Move."

She did, pushing herself up until only the head of his cock was inside of her, keeping her open and wet. He didn't have to encourage her to move downward again and she did, slamming down in one quick motion. She found her rhythm like that easily, fucking him despite his earlier promise.

Chakotay held her ass for dear life while she moved. She was sending him far too close to the edge and he wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. Squeezing the cheeks of her ass painfully, he forced her to stop.

Holding her securely for a moment while he panted the desire to explode away, Chakotay moved his arms until they were wrapped tightly around her. "Wrap your legs around me." He instructed as he stood.

Walking over to the table, he sat her ass just on the edge. Not once losing contact with their lower bodies, Chakotay thrust into her roughly. Her feet, with the heels, touched the ground and she was able to anchor herself somewhat with her feet on the floor and her hands gripping the edge tightly as she pushed her hips back into his.

He panted into her neck. "Enjoying yourself, Captain?"

She couldn't deny it, she was moaning too much. "Yes."

"Want something?"

"Please."

He didn't slow his thrusting, but he did move one hand to her clit to stroke the tight bud. "Please what?"

"I want-"

"Want what?" He tormented, rubbing in slow circles, his thrusts slowing until they were longer, deeper. The pleasure dragged out as he moved back and grew to heights beyond expectation when he pushed back into her slowly.

"You."

He kissed her cheek smugly. "I know."

And then he fucked her, pushing into her with force, slamming her body. She couldn't stay upright and she went backwards, her feet lifting from the ground to dangle carelessly over the edge of the table.

Chakotay slumped over and latched on to a pink nipple, sucking noisily. He wasn't quite sure how he managed it but, on the verge of passing out himself, he pushed her into an orgasm that made her cry and scream, her body clenching around his cock, her clit twitching under his insistent hand.

He couldn't hold back then and he was coming, pushing into her one last time, grinding their pelvises together. He shot his seed into her womb and pulled out, letting the last streak land across the smooth lips of her cunt. She looked good like that, as he'd expected.

Desperately trying to catch his breath, Chakotay reached up and removed the blindfold.

"You're far kinkier than I imagined." He finally admitted, watching her chest heave as her flesh still twitched, his fading erection resting on her sticky mound.

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

"What else don't I know?"

She arched a delicate eyebrow, still panting, a small smile hovering on her lips. "Why don't you stay and find out?"

He'd never stayed before. Only long enough to catch his breath and do up his fly. The seemingly off-handed invitation said everything she didn't.

Chakotay grinned. "I might just do that."

***

End.