The next day…
To say Lt. Malcolm Reed was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed would be an awkward description. He was alert and presented an air of confidence, yet looks were deceiving as he smothered a yawn. He had gotten very little sleep the night before, thanks to Hoshi.
He was sitting through yet another strange lunch with Acting Captain Tucker, who exaggerated the story he was telling ten fold. Hoshi had already told him what had happened. He got lucky. He took a gamble that Captain Tavek had never spoken to or met with Captain Archer before.
In order to keep up appearances, Trip had stood in for the Captain and held his breath.
Phlox, unfortunately, had been detained and couldn’t quite make it to lunch. “Lucky Denobulan.” Malcolm thought to himself.
“So, how are things going with Hoshi?” Trip asked in a nonchalant manner.
Malcolm had just taken a sip of his tea and was in the process of swallowing when Trip asked the dreaded question. Was it really dreaded though? The question took him by surprise nonetheless and he almost choked on his tea.
The pain, as the tea backed into his nasal cavities, was excruciating. “How did you know Hoshi and I were seeing one another?” Malcolm groaned as his eyes watered.
Trip shrugged his shoulders. “I saw her in your uniform the other night.” Inwardly, Trip wanted to slap Malcolm on the shoulder and congratulate him. Outwardly, he knew Malcolm was a private man and wouldn’t care for friendly jibbing.
At first, Malcolm was filled with panic, but then a sense of relief washed over him. Somebody knew - even if it was Commander Tucker. Perhaps he would be able to utilize Trip’s unique talents to build a prop he needed for one of Hoshi’s dreams.
Trip watched the emotions play across the younger man’s face and tried to dissuade his worry. “You don’t have to worry about it, Malcolm. You can trust me; after all, I am the soul of discretion.”
Malcolm actually laughed out loud at that remark for he doubted Trip knew the meaning of the word discreet.
“Actually, sir I was wondering if I might borrow a storage locker and some sealant?” Malcolm asked quickly as though trying to sneak the question past Trip.
“Sure, what’s it for?” Trip smiled.
“No, no! Don’t think about last night!” she chastised her train of thought. Now she would need to work out again, just to exercise the sexual tension from her body.
As she moved forward to stretch her calf muscles, the object of her tension sauntered in to the gym. She frowned and thought it odd that he was wearing his uniform. In fact, the uniform looked fresh. It looked like he was getting ready to pull a double shift. The ache in her stomach grew as she realized she would be alone tonight.
“Hello, Hoshi,” Malcolm smiled and tucked an errant piece of hair behind her ear.
Hoshi didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry, but she managed to resist the urge to have her way with Malcolm right there in the gym. “Malcolm,” Hoshi nodded as though theirs was a casual conversation.
“Are you headed for double duty?” Hoshi tried her best to look him in the eye, but failed miserably as she did not want her disappointment to show. She really did need to be realistic. It wasn’t like this was a pleasure cruise. They both had jobs to do.
Malcolm scooped Hoshi’s chin into his palm and looked into her eyes. “No.”
He took her lips in a passionate kiss, inhaling her musky scent. Her dream - spontaneous quickie in the gym. He had gotten off duty and rushed to shower. He was about to put some casual clothes on and search for her but decided deception was best. She had several ‘quickie’ dreams in her journal, most involving various scenes, positions, ‘dirty talk,’ and the possibility of getting caught. He would have never thought of her as possessing such language, mush less using it, or possessing such a wicked libido.
He appreciated a quickie as much as the next man, but the thought of a quickie with Hoshi just didn’t appeal to him. The thought of hurriedly rushing through ‘it’ with her drove him crazy. And the ‘dirty talk’ - Yes he was from a long line of royal navy men, but he never did take to cursing like a sailor. Getting caught was out of the question. He wasn’t an exhibitionist and doubted he would ever be one so he quickly locked the door to the gym while she wasn’t looking. She didn’t have to know they were locked.
Hoshi tried pulling away from Malcolm’s kiss, but he held on to her while at the same time undressing her. He pulled her elastic exercise top over her head and around her wrists, but stopped there. He twisted the elastic material gently around her wrists.
“Oh, how wicked,” mewed Hoshi as she nipped at Malcolm's shoulder through his uniform.
Savagely, he ripped the rest of her clothes off revealing pools of sweat. Sitting Hoshi on one of the workout benches, he took the strands of the shredded material and tied one of her ankles to it. Her nipples hardened as her arousal reached a fever pitch.
"M-Malcolm --," she trembled as she said his name. She was already panting with the desire he stirred within her.
"I'm here, Hoshi. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do to you," coaxed Malcolm as he lifted one of her legs and inhaled her feminine musk.
"I-I w-want..." Hoshi wiggled her bottom on the bench and scooted closer to Malcolm.
Malcolm nipped at her inner thigh and the underside of her knee. "Yes?"
"I c-can't," she cried as embarrassment flooded through her. She didn’t feel dirty with Malcolm, but that particular dream was so primal there were no romantic sentiments, only commanding instructions.
Malcolm swallowed and asked questions from her journal, " Do you want me to 'lick your cunt, ram my cock deep into your pussy or cum all over you?'"
Malcolm leered and rubbed his face along her inner thigh.
“Yes,” whispered Hoshi as she strained against the bench. The feeling of vulnerability overwhelmed her. He had certainly read everything in her diary, down to the dialogue. She trembled as his fingers probed the dark curls that hid her center.
“Yes what, Hoshi?” he coaxed and slid two fingers inside her, stroking the depths.
“Yes to all of it,” she said with exasperation, trying to skirt the issue. She knew of what dream he referred what he was hinting toward – raw, base sex, complete with the pornographic dialogue. Although, the bondage aspect must be something he had come up with, because she didn’t remember this particular part of the dream.
“Tell me, Hoshi,” he bit down on her inner thigh. “I want the words. You wouldn’t have put them in your journal if they weren’t important to you.”
Hoshi moved her head from side to side in frustration. Her eyes widened in surprise as she caught a glimpse of them in the mirror on the far wall – her pale skin contrasting with the black material, which surrounded her wrists and ankle, but most importantly the dark head between her legs.
“I want you to fuck me and suck me!” She demanded then added, “Please.”
Malcolm smiled as she added the please and continued to lick and suck around her heat. “Tell me what to do and I will do it, luv.”
Hoshi’s head swam as she felt his fingers caressing her inner folds while his thumb brushed her clitoris. “Please…” she shivered.
“Please what,” he coaxed.
She groaned with building frustration and blurted, “Lick me!”
“I am licking you,” he murmured as he licked around her mound. “Where do you want me to lick you? Name it and I will do it.”
Hoshi threw her head back in frustration. “Lick my cunt, my pussy, my twat, my clit! Whatever you want to call it! Run your tongue up and down my slit and suck me!” she panted.
Malcolm parted her musky folds and tasted her, running his tongue up and down, earning a low moan from his lover. Flicking her clitoris with a renowned ferocity, he plunged his fingers inside her depths.
With her hands tied together, she held onto his head, thrusting her hips into his face and straining against the material surrounding her ankle. She bit her lip to keep from screaming when she reached her orgasm.
He held her leg down and tightened the material around her ankle as she reached the pinnacle of her release, yet he continued to lap at her, causing her to shiver every time his tongue past over her clitoris.
He pulled his fingers out of her depths and licked them one at a time, looking into Hoshi’s passion-filled eyes.
She smiled at him, and he resisted the urge to smile back at her. Instead, he picked her up and gently placed her face down on the bench. Grabbing some of the ripped material that had fallen to the floor, he tied her other ankle to the bench and spread her heat before him. “I’ve added a twist to your dream,” he hummed near the shell of her ear and she went wild straining against the bench, but he gently held her down as he freed himself of various parts of his uniform.
He was hard and craved release. Somehow, he had managed to get his uniform unzipped, over his shoulders and down his waist. He looked down at the erotic line of Hoshi’s back and started to rub it as she careened and mewed out of control.
“Malcolm, please. Malcolm…” She gasped as he entered her in one long shuddering stroke. She had no control over the intense pleasure building within her. Her legs were tied down and her wrists were ‘tied’ together. He lover had the control.
“Look up,” Malcolm stated and tugged on her hair.
She did as she was told and met his eyes in the mirrored wall opposite them. The woman in the mirror had tousled hair and was propped up on her elbows with her wrists tied. A dark man kneeled behind her, controlling her – possessing her. For a moment, Hoshi didn’t recognize herself in the mirror, much less Malcolm. She couldn’t move, his weight pressing into her. She gloried, as he possessed her body, marveled at the hold he had on her heart, and trembled over the way he held her soul.
At times, the tenderness he showed her made her want to weep just as there were times it made her want to rejoice. She loved him and bit down on her lip to keep herself from telling him.
Malcolm continued to hold Hoshi’s fiery gaze in the mirror as he sated himself to the hilt in her dampness. He leaned forward and licked her shoulder, and then nipped at it as oblivion overcame him.
She welcomed the thick spray of his essence, clenching down around him, wanting to encase him in her warmth, yet she couldn’t because of the material that held her prisoner.
He rested on her back not at all worried about discovery. Hoshi released her wrists from their prison and reached back. “Um Malcolm, I would love to cuddle but I don’t think this is the time or place,” Hoshi giggled.
The gig was up. “I’ve locked all the doors. No one can get in except the Captain,” Malcolm confessed in a husky voice as he started to release his lover from the bonds around her ankles.
That task complete, he started to rain kisses over her face and felt the prickling of arousal. He stepped back and escorted her to the women’s locker room. He unlocked the door and coaxed her in there, but did not follow.
Hoshi giggled with excitement, “I don’t remember a dream in the locker room.”
“Don’t tempt me, minx.” Malcolm grinned as he closed the door on her. He hoped she had an extra pair of clothes in her locker, because her previous outfit would need recycling.
He resisted the urge to go into the locker room and create a new dream. He wanted her again already, but had other things to do. For now, his desire would be denied. Tomorrow evening it will be fulfilled and Hoshi would be his again.
TBC
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