Fic: Take A Deep Breath. And Another One. 1/2, McCoy/Chapel, NC-17, D/s
Title: Take A Deep Breath. And Another One. Part One
Author:trek_bdsm
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McCoy/Chapel
Warnings: Consensual bondage,consensual sexual domination and submission, breathplay
Word count: 1854
Summary: McCoy asks her to go shopping, and he doesn't mean for clothes.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their respective owners and copyright holders, clearly not to me. The characters may practice elements of BDSM that do not fall under the category of "safe sex". I assume you're not stupid, but in the spirit of a vague disclaimer being nobody's friend, I'll spell it out: I practice safe, sane and consensual BDSM in my real life; the characters in my fic may not. I do not condone unsafe sex in real life in any form, and any idiot that copies verbatim anything they read off the internet deserves the embarrassing trip to the hospital that will inevitably follow.
Golden rule, folks; if you're not sure about it, don't stick it up there.
Comes after One Small Step, Good Girl and Just What The Doctor Ordered.
I will never get tired of this she thought gleefully, as her head snapped back against the wall of her quarters. The bulk of his body moved closer, and he used it to pin her in place as he yanked her skirt up carelessly. He didn’t bother to remove her underwear, merely plunging his hand into the delicate web of lace and thrusting two of his large fingers straight up into her tight, moist channel.
She gasped at the intrusion, and moaned as he began to thrust them in and out. His handsome face darkened, and he snarled directly into her ear.
“I thought I told you not to make a sound.”
She felt the muscles in her thighs tremble at the tone of his voice, by the quick amused huff of air he released he must have felt the same. He clapped his free hand over her mouth, pushing down firmly to restrict the amount of noise she could make. She tried to protest her innocence - surely a gasp wasn’t against the rules, it wasn’t a word - but all that came out were muffled moans. She pulled in oxygen through her nostrils and wriggled in protest against his hand, but all that made him do was laugh harshly and tighten his grip.
“I’m going to start fucking your face in thirty seconds,” he informed her. “If you want to come, I suggest you get yourself off by then, because you won’t be able to afterwards.”
He adjusted the hand at her core, changing his grip so that the palm of his hand rubbed at her clit. She writhed shamelessly, knowing from past experience that he wasn’t lying when he gave her a deadline. The pressure on her mouth intensified and her breath came in unladylike snorts as she struggled to both breathe and come.
“Fifteen seconds, darlin’,” he said right into her ear, before sucking at her earlobe and biting at it. This made her panic and wriggle harder, the quick snap of pain sending an electric shock to her groin. He knew what she needed because he proceeded to bite again and again, and she made her deadline with three seconds to spare. The force of the orgasm caused her to slump against him, and that was all her needed to spin her around and hold her face-first against the wall as he secured her wrists with a restraint that he must have “borrowed” from Medical.
Before she knew it he had her by the hair, and he was using her blonde ponytail to turn her around. He kept a firm grip on it as he led her across the room, forcing her to walk to the centre of it and then knee before him. He still maintained the grip as he undid the fastenings on his pants and pulled out his cock. It was flushed and thick, and that was all she had time to register before he tugged her head forward and thrust into her mouth.
Having her hands tied during a blowjob was frustrating for Christine; she had skills that she was unable to use when she was in this position. But then, that was the point, wasn’t it? When they played these games, what she wanted wasn’t the point. Ceding control to him meant that he determined what she was able to do, and if he didn’t want her hands today then he didn’t want her hands.
Christine concentrated on keeping her mouth open and breathing through her nose. He had told her that he was going to fuck her face, and as always he was keeping his word. He had started with some shallow thrusts, allowing her to suck directly on the head in the way he liked, but he had quickly progressed to his favourite activity, which was to thrust as far into Christine’s throat as he could manage, and make her gag and struggle to cope with his thick length.
Christine would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it too; there was something about being so helpless to do anything except take what she was given that made every muscle in her body spasm with pleasure. She didn’t particularly enjoy the way it made her drool uncontrollably; she found it distasteful. He knew that, and used that fact shamelessly to heighten his own enjoyment. Watching her face covered in a combination of her saliva and his semen, spitting and choking, sweating and gasping for breath just hit every one of his buttons.
He pulled her head forwards, thrusting into her hot, wet mouth until her nose was level with the root of his cock. She was already making choking sounds, but he kept a tight grip on her hair with one hand. With his other hand, he pinched at her nostrils. She immediately started to buck, but he kept his grip tight.
“Quiet,” he commanded, letting go of her nose and withdrawing slightly, before pushing in again. “I’m going to count to three,” he warned, before pinching at her nostrils again. His count was measured, and she tensed as she tried to cope with the thick cock in her mouth and the inability to breathe. He released his hold on her nose and withdrew slightly, before repeating his actions. By the third repetition Christine was able to cope with the lack of oxygen, so he upped the count to five.
She squirmed helplessly beneath him, saliva flowing from her mouth, tears streaming from her eyes. She choked and gagged around him, but could do nothing but wait for him to withdraw. The sight and sensation must have been too much for him, because on his next thrust he let loose a grunt and emptied himself down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but some leaked and slid down her chin.
He staggered backwards to the bed, sitting down on the edge to catch his breath and tuck himself back in to his pants. She remained in the middle of the room, arms still pinioned behind her back, pale skin flushed red, spit and semen trailing from her lips. Embarrassed, she lowered her eyes to floor as he sat on the bed and did nothing but watch her. She saw his shiny black boots eventually walk slowly over to her. Two fingers of one hand pushed her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. With his other hand he began the usual ritual of scooping up any missed semen and giving her his fingers to lick clean. When she had finished he undid the restraints on her arms, carefully checking them for marks or damage. When he was satisfied that she was unhurt there, he performed a careful examination of her throat to check that he hadn’t hurt her there either. She rolled her eyes theatrically and received a sharp tap on the behind; this process was as important to him as anything they did before it.
Finally convinced she was in good health, he led her to the bathroom and efficiently stripped her of her uniform and underwear. He checked the temperature of the water from the shower before purring her inside the cubicle, where he joined her after removing his own clothes. She sighed happily as he began to wash her hair.
“I liked that,” she told him.
“I thought you might,” he said, bending slightly to drop a kiss on her shoulder blade.
“We should start at five next time,” she said, turning so that she could soap his chest.
“We’ll start at three,” he said firmly. “Don’t push yourself too hard, Christine. There’s no need.”
“I bet I could take seven,” she grumbled, making him raise his arms above his head.
“I bet you could,” he said chuckling. “But it’s not a competition. And there’s a very good chance that I couldn’t last seven seconds being surrounded by that mouth of yours.”
She let out a small grunt of pleasure as he dug his fingers into the muscles of her back, and let the subject drop. They finished their shower together and dried off before slipping underneath the covers.
“We’ve got a day or two’s leave next week,” he said as they arranged themselves as comfortably as they could. “How do you feel about going shopping?”
Christine arched an eyebrow at him.
“Somehow I don’t think you’re offering to hit the boutiques with me,” she said, amused. “So what shopping did you have in mind?”
“I’d like you to know that if you wanted me to go clothes shopping with you, I would,” he said pointedly. “I can carry bags with the best of them. And if you mean shopping for lingerie, you wouldn’t be able to beat me off with a stick.”
She giggled, and let one of her hands play with his thick, dark hair.
“I did have something else in mind,” he conceded. “We haven’t got the best-stocked toybox, and there are some things that I’d love to try that I need to shop for.”
She was intrigued. “You know that there will be a place that sells...” she stumbled for the right word. “The things that you’ll need?”
“I took the liberty of checking ahead,” he smiled. “There’s a very discreet store that comes highly recommended.”
“I like the discreet part,” she said honestly. “I don’t care who knows that I love you, but I don’t think it’s anybody’s business but our own what we do to show that.”
“I’ll comm them and say that we’d prefer to be the only customers in the store. With the amount that I plan to spend, they shouldn’t have any objections,” he said smugly.
She pulled away slightly, frowning at the mention of expense, but he took her by the wrists and hauled her back towards him.
“Don’t start about money,” he warned. “And don’t you dare offer to pay.”
“I’m not comfortable with the idea of you bearing all the expense,” she began. His grip tightened firmly around her wrists and she began to get wet again. Pavlov’s dog had
nothing on me she thought irreverently.
“I’m the one picking all the toys, so I’m the one paying for them,” he said firmly, his tone assuring her that there was no way he was going to change his mind. He waited until she grumbled her assent, and then he let go of her wrists. He pulled her into a firm embrace and let one of his hands stroke the length of her back, curving the palm of his hand over the flare of her hip and the roundness of her backside.
“If you’re still not happy about it, you could always invest in some new lingerie,” he said eventually, allowing his fingers to play with the moistness he found between her legs.
She half snorted, half moaned, and agreed to go shopping sometime after he started to thumb her clit but before he lowered his mouth to it. She fell asleep soon afterwards, and so didn’t see him pull a PADD from the drawer beside the bed and start to compile a list.
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Part Two up some time tomorrow.
Author:trek_bdsm
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McCoy/Chapel
Warnings: Consensual bondage,consensual sexual domination and submission, breathplay
Word count: 1854
Summary: McCoy asks her to go shopping, and he doesn't mean for clothes.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their respective owners and copyright holders, clearly not to me. The characters may practice elements of BDSM that do not fall under the category of "safe sex". I assume you're not stupid, but in the spirit of a vague disclaimer being nobody's friend, I'll spell it out: I practice safe, sane and consensual BDSM in my real life; the characters in my fic may not. I do not condone unsafe sex in real life in any form, and any idiot that copies verbatim anything they read off the internet deserves the embarrassing trip to the hospital that will inevitably follow.
Golden rule, folks; if you're not sure about it, don't stick it up there.
Comes after One Small Step, Good Girl and Just What The Doctor Ordered.
I will never get tired of this she thought gleefully, as her head snapped back against the wall of her quarters. The bulk of his body moved closer, and he used it to pin her in place as he yanked her skirt up carelessly. He didn’t bother to remove her underwear, merely plunging his hand into the delicate web of lace and thrusting two of his large fingers straight up into her tight, moist channel.
She gasped at the intrusion, and moaned as he began to thrust them in and out. His handsome face darkened, and he snarled directly into her ear.
“I thought I told you not to make a sound.”
She felt the muscles in her thighs tremble at the tone of his voice, by the quick amused huff of air he released he must have felt the same. He clapped his free hand over her mouth, pushing down firmly to restrict the amount of noise she could make. She tried to protest her innocence - surely a gasp wasn’t against the rules, it wasn’t a word - but all that came out were muffled moans. She pulled in oxygen through her nostrils and wriggled in protest against his hand, but all that made him do was laugh harshly and tighten his grip.
“I’m going to start fucking your face in thirty seconds,” he informed her. “If you want to come, I suggest you get yourself off by then, because you won’t be able to afterwards.”
He adjusted the hand at her core, changing his grip so that the palm of his hand rubbed at her clit. She writhed shamelessly, knowing from past experience that he wasn’t lying when he gave her a deadline. The pressure on her mouth intensified and her breath came in unladylike snorts as she struggled to both breathe and come.
“Fifteen seconds, darlin’,” he said right into her ear, before sucking at her earlobe and biting at it. This made her panic and wriggle harder, the quick snap of pain sending an electric shock to her groin. He knew what she needed because he proceeded to bite again and again, and she made her deadline with three seconds to spare. The force of the orgasm caused her to slump against him, and that was all her needed to spin her around and hold her face-first against the wall as he secured her wrists with a restraint that he must have “borrowed” from Medical.
Before she knew it he had her by the hair, and he was using her blonde ponytail to turn her around. He kept a firm grip on it as he led her across the room, forcing her to walk to the centre of it and then knee before him. He still maintained the grip as he undid the fastenings on his pants and pulled out his cock. It was flushed and thick, and that was all she had time to register before he tugged her head forward and thrust into her mouth.
Having her hands tied during a blowjob was frustrating for Christine; she had skills that she was unable to use when she was in this position. But then, that was the point, wasn’t it? When they played these games, what she wanted wasn’t the point. Ceding control to him meant that he determined what she was able to do, and if he didn’t want her hands today then he didn’t want her hands.
Christine concentrated on keeping her mouth open and breathing through her nose. He had told her that he was going to fuck her face, and as always he was keeping his word. He had started with some shallow thrusts, allowing her to suck directly on the head in the way he liked, but he had quickly progressed to his favourite activity, which was to thrust as far into Christine’s throat as he could manage, and make her gag and struggle to cope with his thick length.
Christine would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it too; there was something about being so helpless to do anything except take what she was given that made every muscle in her body spasm with pleasure. She didn’t particularly enjoy the way it made her drool uncontrollably; she found it distasteful. He knew that, and used that fact shamelessly to heighten his own enjoyment. Watching her face covered in a combination of her saliva and his semen, spitting and choking, sweating and gasping for breath just hit every one of his buttons.
He pulled her head forwards, thrusting into her hot, wet mouth until her nose was level with the root of his cock. She was already making choking sounds, but he kept a tight grip on her hair with one hand. With his other hand, he pinched at her nostrils. She immediately started to buck, but he kept his grip tight.
“Quiet,” he commanded, letting go of her nose and withdrawing slightly, before pushing in again. “I’m going to count to three,” he warned, before pinching at her nostrils again. His count was measured, and she tensed as she tried to cope with the thick cock in her mouth and the inability to breathe. He released his hold on her nose and withdrew slightly, before repeating his actions. By the third repetition Christine was able to cope with the lack of oxygen, so he upped the count to five.
She squirmed helplessly beneath him, saliva flowing from her mouth, tears streaming from her eyes. She choked and gagged around him, but could do nothing but wait for him to withdraw. The sight and sensation must have been too much for him, because on his next thrust he let loose a grunt and emptied himself down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but some leaked and slid down her chin.
He staggered backwards to the bed, sitting down on the edge to catch his breath and tuck himself back in to his pants. She remained in the middle of the room, arms still pinioned behind her back, pale skin flushed red, spit and semen trailing from her lips. Embarrassed, she lowered her eyes to floor as he sat on the bed and did nothing but watch her. She saw his shiny black boots eventually walk slowly over to her. Two fingers of one hand pushed her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. With his other hand he began the usual ritual of scooping up any missed semen and giving her his fingers to lick clean. When she had finished he undid the restraints on her arms, carefully checking them for marks or damage. When he was satisfied that she was unhurt there, he performed a careful examination of her throat to check that he hadn’t hurt her there either. She rolled her eyes theatrically and received a sharp tap on the behind; this process was as important to him as anything they did before it.
Finally convinced she was in good health, he led her to the bathroom and efficiently stripped her of her uniform and underwear. He checked the temperature of the water from the shower before purring her inside the cubicle, where he joined her after removing his own clothes. She sighed happily as he began to wash her hair.
“I liked that,” she told him.
“I thought you might,” he said, bending slightly to drop a kiss on her shoulder blade.
“We should start at five next time,” she said, turning so that she could soap his chest.
“We’ll start at three,” he said firmly. “Don’t push yourself too hard, Christine. There’s no need.”
“I bet I could take seven,” she grumbled, making him raise his arms above his head.
“I bet you could,” he said chuckling. “But it’s not a competition. And there’s a very good chance that I couldn’t last seven seconds being surrounded by that mouth of yours.”
She let out a small grunt of pleasure as he dug his fingers into the muscles of her back, and let the subject drop. They finished their shower together and dried off before slipping underneath the covers.
“We’ve got a day or two’s leave next week,” he said as they arranged themselves as comfortably as they could. “How do you feel about going shopping?”
Christine arched an eyebrow at him.
“Somehow I don’t think you’re offering to hit the boutiques with me,” she said, amused. “So what shopping did you have in mind?”
“I’d like you to know that if you wanted me to go clothes shopping with you, I would,” he said pointedly. “I can carry bags with the best of them. And if you mean shopping for lingerie, you wouldn’t be able to beat me off with a stick.”
She giggled, and let one of her hands play with his thick, dark hair.
“I did have something else in mind,” he conceded. “We haven’t got the best-stocked toybox, and there are some things that I’d love to try that I need to shop for.”
She was intrigued. “You know that there will be a place that sells...” she stumbled for the right word. “The things that you’ll need?”
“I took the liberty of checking ahead,” he smiled. “There’s a very discreet store that comes highly recommended.”
“I like the discreet part,” she said honestly. “I don’t care who knows that I love you, but I don’t think it’s anybody’s business but our own what we do to show that.”
“I’ll comm them and say that we’d prefer to be the only customers in the store. With the amount that I plan to spend, they shouldn’t have any objections,” he said smugly.
She pulled away slightly, frowning at the mention of expense, but he took her by the wrists and hauled her back towards him.
“Don’t start about money,” he warned. “And don’t you dare offer to pay.”
“I’m not comfortable with the idea of you bearing all the expense,” she began. His grip tightened firmly around her wrists and she began to get wet again. Pavlov’s dog had
nothing on me she thought irreverently.
“I’m the one picking all the toys, so I’m the one paying for them,” he said firmly, his tone assuring her that there was no way he was going to change his mind. He waited until she grumbled her assent, and then he let go of her wrists. He pulled her into a firm embrace and let one of his hands stroke the length of her back, curving the palm of his hand over the flare of her hip and the roundness of her backside.
“If you’re still not happy about it, you could always invest in some new lingerie,” he said eventually, allowing his fingers to play with the moistness he found between her legs.
She half snorted, half moaned, and agreed to go shopping sometime after he started to thumb her clit but before he lowered his mouth to it. She fell asleep soon afterwards, and so didn’t see him pull a PADD from the drawer beside the bed and start to compile a list.
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Part Two up some time tomorrow.