NEW DS9 SEX, LIES, AND LEATHER STRAPS [NC-17] B/Ez 1/1 

Title: Sex, Lies, And Leather Straps
Author: Paula Stiles (thesnowleopard@hotmail.com)
Series: DS9
Part: NEW 1/1 
Rating: [NC-17] 
Codes: B/Ez

Summary: Ezri gets all tied up in her new holoprogram. She doesn't count on Bashir
walking in on her. Set early in Season Seven.

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, but it won't let them have any real fun.
Kinda makes you wonder where those several trillion Federation citizens came from.

Many thanks to Victoria Meredith and Valerie Shearer for their help with this story.


			SEX, LIES, AND LEATHER STRAPS

     Sometimes a girl needs to get all tied up to really unwind.

     Ezri is very glad to be able to set the privacy seal when she steps onto the
holodeck. After the doors close and lock safely behind her, she begins to unfasten her
clothing. The program is already in progress. The lush heat makes her feel
uncomfortably warm and sweaty in her uniform--which is the point. Slowly, luxuriously,
she begins to unfasten it. Off comes the gray uniform jacket. Off comes the blue shirt.
Off come the boots, one by one; she enjoys pitching them out into the darkness. The
carpet under her feet is warm, soft, and frictiony. She rubs her feet against it, and
shivers run up her body. She eases out of her t-shirt, unsnaps her bra, then unfastens
her uniform pants and pulled them down.

     Finally, she drops her panties and steps out of them.

     She raises her arms over her head and stretches. Then, she speaks a single word.
"Straps." Instantly, leather cuffs appear around her wrists and pull her arms taut over
her head. She stands like that for a few moments, savoring the sensation of not being
in control. Of course, the program is completely locked to her voice, just in case. Still,
the illusion is pleasant.

     The only light is where she stands, and it's very dim. Over in the darkness, a few
feet away, stands a table with a soft cloth blindfold and a bottle of oil. In a few
moments, she will call up a simulated someone, like a genie out of the bottle, to
blindfold her, rub her down and take her.

     "Ezri?"

     Oh, God. What is *he* doing here? She didn't even hear him come in, not that she
could have noticed anything, at the moment.

     She hears his footsteps as he comes in further. She tenses, reflexively.

     "Ezri, I'm sorry to barge in on you like this but I had some--Ohh, myGod." The
sudden switch from concern to full arousal is startling. She always knew it was there,
but to hear it, here, now...in spite of herself, she desperately hopes that he won't do the
right thing.

     He doesn't.

     She hears a datapad thump on the rug. The sound of his clothing being peeled off
and thrown down follows. Then, in a few quick steps, he is right behind her, pressing
naked against her naked back. She tries to turn her head, straining against the straps,
"Julian--"  but he presses her face frontward again.

     "Shhhh," he whispers, and begins to kiss the back of her neck. She arches her
back. He is fully aroused, pressing hard and strong against her buttocks, almost
slipping in between them. His breathing is also hard and strong, coming fast. She
arches again. How can he stand it without entering her right now? *She* certainly
can't. He groans as she stretches, her skin sliding slippery against his. Oh.

     It seems so natural when he gets the fold of cloth and blindfolds her.  Only then
does he come round in front of her, when she can't see what he's going to do. As he
does, he passes very close, trailing a hand across her breasts, brushing both nipples.
She groans loudly, and he chuckles, deep in his throat. He knows he has her right
where he's always wanted to have her. But, more to the point, he has her right where
*she* wants him to have her.

     He comes close and kisses her hair, then her brow, then her nose, then full on the
lips. She opens them to let him in completely, ravishing. He almost loses control, then,
but pulls away at the last moment. She writhes against the straps, and she hears his
harsh sigh. She smiles. Even though she is the one bound, he is as much her slave as
she his. She likes that.

     He approaches, and kisses her on the mouth again. Then, he slides down across
her throat, biting lightly like a vampire, further down over her breasts. When he finds
her nipples, he decides to stay for awhile. He alternately licks, sucks, and bites one,'
while lazily massaging the other with the tips of his fingers, then switches positions.
His other hand runs teasingly up and down the small of her back. She is gasping and
moaning very loudly now. He seems to like it, because he starts to time his movements
to the rhythm of her sighs. This sets up a synergy that makes the symbiont twitch inside
her.

     Finally, he moves lower, to where the symbiont once entered her. He knows this
place, almost better than anyone. He understands the strange hybrid being that is
host/symbiont better than even her ex-husband Worf. 

     "Hello, Dax," he whispers, and kisses Ezri's navel, sticking his tongue in deeply so
that it brushes against the symbiont through her skin. The symbiont responds, sliding
along the inside of her abdomen. The sensation is exquisite for both host and
symbiont. He chuckles again, deep in his throat, and begins to massage the inside of
her navel with his tongue. Dax is thrashing rhythmically around inside her. The
symbiont's climax, when it comes, echoes inside her belly.

     But Ezri is still unsatisfied, and he knows it. And then there is the matter of his own
need. He moves lower, easing past her hips, refusing to give her release too easily.
Instead, he coils his head around behind her and begins to lick the back of her knees.
Her legs begin to buckle. His hand catches her--sliding up between her thighs--which
only makes things worse. She cries out.  

     Now, he is openly laughing. He is torturing her, of course, for all of those years that
Jadzia denied him. He continues to lick, and nuzzle, and suck on, the back of each
knee, leaning on one hand while "supporting" her with the other. Now, with his fingers
working inside her, she has orgasm after orgasm, seemlessly flowing one after the
other. Her breathing is harsh and uneven. She calls his name, over and over,
alternating with inarticulate cries of desire.

     Finally, after grazing down to her ankles (next time, she thinks, she will make sure to
be tied down rather than up, so that he can work on the soles of her feet) he inches
back up the inner parts of her thighs. She never realized that his hair was so soft. It
tickles her as it brushes his fingers, just before his mouth joins them. His mouth is
warm, slick and wet as she is in that place, and it feels even better than his fingers.
Then, just when she is exhausted by his tongue alone, he slides up until his height
tops hers, and presses his whole body against her once again. As he does so, he pulls
her to him and enters her in one powerful thrust, not giving her time to prepare herself.
The climax that coincides with his entry is the best one so far. She throws back her
head and screams. Immediately, keeping one hand clasped firmly about the small of
her back, he slips his other up behind her neck, holding it steady while his mouth
stifles her cry. His tongue thrusts into her mouth, claiming it. Clearly his self control
comes from his enhancements. If only he had told Jadzia his secret before she had
married Worf.... Well, now Ezri gets to have him all to herself.

     Holding her helpless, pinned, invaded, possessed inside and out, he begins a slow
rhythm, swinging her on the straps. Her feet no longer touch the ground, but helplessly
wrap around his hips, instead. He slides out almost completely, and then returns deep,
deep, inside her, touching her womb. Sometimes he is slow, tender, almost lazy. But,
as he continues, he becomes more forceful, pounding her, battering her. His breathing
comes together with hers, deep and fast. She quivers with orgasm after orgasm, and
wonders how long he can last.

     Just when she thinks that he can take no more, he slows again, and stops. He
eases out of her, and she whimpers in denial.

     "Hush, love," he whispers, voice husky with suppressed need, sealing her mouth
again with a deep, possessive kiss. "I'm not done, yet." She moans as he pads away,
but it's only to get more oil. When he returns, he rubs it generously over her breasts
and belly, forgetting neither Ezri nor Dax. She arches her body, straining against her
bonds to give him as much access to her as she can. He strokes her with his oily
hands, from her shoulders, down tickling over both her breasts, down over her belly,
flicking in and out of her navel, down to the battered, insatiable place between her
thighs. His hands slide down between her thighs and back, setting up an irresistable
friction. She moves with it, trying to maximize it.

      Then, he moves against her again. But, this time, he slips around behind her.
Hooking his fingers over her hips and pulling her forcefully to him he thrusts into her
again. Finally, he gives in to his own need, nuzzling her throat while spasmodically
massaging her breasts, belly, and inner thighs. His thrusts become more and more
violent. She finds herself beaten by wave after wave of climaxes until he thrusts in very
deep, and stiffens, arching his entire body. His cry is loud, raw, and agonized by
pleasure. She trembles, climaxing one more time in the reverberation of his orgasm.
Then, he slowly relaxes out of her, his hands sliding teasingly off her body.

     There is a pause, and then--"Oh. God. Oh, Ezri. I'm so sorry. I just..."

     Hurriedly, he comes around in front of her and undoes her blindfold. He fumbles at
the straps on her wrists. "Ezri, I'm so, so sorry. It's just--when I came in and saw you
like that, I just lost control."

     "It's all right," she says, trying to reassure him, but she can already feel him
withdrawing from her, shrinking away from violating her once more. She can't stand it.
As soon as he releases her, she turns to face him.

     He looks ashamed. He must be absolutely certain that what he has just done is
rape. It would never occur to him that she could have stopped him cold with one gasp
of horror, or even just by telling the computer to end the program. She knows him too
well, has trusted him in far worse situations. But, he doesn't know himself.

     He lowers his eyes from hers. His shoulders hunch as if he expects her to strike
him. He must think that she is about to scream for help, accuse him. His skin flushes
dark.

     "Ezri...I don't know what to say. I'll report myself for assault, of course. I...can you
forgive me?"

     She glances down his body. Despite his climax, he is still aroused. Yes, his
enhancements are very good, indeed. She would like to experiment with that a bit.
He's too afraid to look at her, so he doesn't see her glance speculatively up at the
straps. This time, though, she'd like to see him on his back. If she times it right, she can
just call up a bed....well, first things first.

     When she moves up against him, he is too startled to pull away. Then, he recovers
and starts to back up. She grabs him around the waist and he freezes.

     "I might be willing to forgive you, " she whispers seductively. "On one condition."

     "Yes?" Hopefullness and confusion distract him sufficiently that he allows her to
slide her hands up his sides and lift his hands to his shoulders. A single word from her,
and before he can react, leather straps appear around his wrists and tighten, drawing
his arms up over his head. He gasps in surprise, and she smiles.

     "Your turn," she says.

     He opens his mouth, presumably to stop the simulation. "Don't bother," she says
cheerfully. "The program is locked to my voice command." The realization in his eyes
is sweet: it's her program. She *wanted* him to do those things to her. She was never
at his mercy, but now he's completely at hers.

     Then, she moves up against him and slides down to claim him definitively with her
mouth. She hears his moan of submission, as he thrusts against her.

     And when she approaches him with a soft strip of cloth, he closes his eyes and tilts
his head back, baring his throat to her lips as she slips the blindfold over his eyes.

END