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Archive name: DS9--04.txt
Authors name: The Phantom (Address Unknown)
Archive-title: Deep Space 9
Part 4 of 5

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She stood, and walked out into the other room again, leaving him to
wonder what form his punishment would take, leaving him to tremble in
mixed joy and fear at being allowed to remain in her care at a price.

The flame lamps went out, leaving him in complete darkness.  He
looked around himself wildly, the metallic noises from his chain
dropping into the stygian darkness like tiny bits of broken glass.

A glimmer of flickering yellow light ran over the bronze headboard,
ruddying it and him, and making his kneeling shadow jump and cavort
over the walls with a freedom which he did not now possess.  He
turned his head, and saw his Lady return, and his heart leapt.  He
tried to move toward her, but the collar restrained him and he felt
it tug him back into his place.  He could see only the barest portion
of her -- her face and hair, her hands, the upper crescents of flesh
of her breasts -- from the long red taper she held, lit and
flickering like something alive.  She was wearing her boots again,
and her gloves, and he could hear the cool tapping of her heels
against the wood floor as she came wordlessly to the bed, to where he
was waiting, apprehensive and unsure of what was to come.

"You will be silent, Doctor," she told him, placing the taper down
aside the bed, and he saw her take something out of the thigh of her
boot.

It was a gag.  He swallowed at the sight of it.

"I would not wish to use this, but evidently, it is needed," she told
him.  "It will be tight but not uncomfortably so."  She knelt behind
him once again, and he felt the band of cloth go around his mouth --
saw it only by the jumping dark shapes on the wall where a shadow
woman reached around the neck of a defenseless shadow man and fasten-
ed the cloth over his lips.  The ends were tied firmly, and he was
silenced.  Again, Julian swallowed and felt himself begin to sweat.
He shook once, all over.

She saw it.  "This will be slightly painful, but may not be unplea-
sant."  He turned his head at her words, and saw her pick up the ta-
per and kneel again behind him.  "Lean forward," he was told.  He did
not, but tried instead to twist away from her, looking with fear at
the flaming candle.  From over the gag, she saw his eyes, lit by the
candle flame, watching her -- awaiting her actions.

"Lean forward," she repeated, taking a handful of his dark hair and
pushing his head toward the headboard.  He could not resist, and was
gradually pushed until his bound hands pressed against his brow.  He
was shaking.

A sparkling spot of heat awoke the nerves on the skin of his lower
back; he jumped and inhaled sharply at it, but before he could react
to it, the heat was gone.

Another little stab of heat sprang to life on his left shoulderblade.
He tried again to squirm away from it, but his Lady held him fast by
his hair, and he could not move.

Another -- this time on the back of his neck.  It was quickly follow-
ed by yet another in the middle of his back.  As the bed undulated in
reaction to his starts, little hotspots began tickling and alighting
all over him, dancing like fingertips all over his supple, trembling
body.  He was inching his way closer to hug the headboard, but then
felt a finger inserted into the band of cloth around his lips, and
his head was pulled back roughly until it rested in the crook between
her shoulder and neck.  The little fingertips danced all over him
once more -- punctuating the skin on his jumping chest, running down
his neck, tracing lines along his tense belly and thighs, running all
over him, running their heat all over his skin.  He felt an unbear-
able line of liquid heat trickling down his shoulder, and bucked and
squirmed in his Lady's arms.  She pulled his head back ever more
firmly, and he felt a line of heat drawn down his neck, from chin to
sternum.  It continued down his chest and over his belly, and he
twisted in panic, not wanting it to go further.  He gasped as he felt
it gently touch his tightly curled ebony hair, and then it was else-
where, drawing hot thick lines against his hips and waist.

Then, the pressure on his neck was gone, and the presence of his Lady
was gone with it.  She was gone, vanished, into the mysterious other
room after having placed the burning taper at the bedside.  He looked
down at himself as he tried to catch his breath and saw spots and
trickles of the scarlet wax all over his body, but could think only
of the return of his Lady.

She did so, peeling one glove off with slow and deliberate movements.
Before he knew what was happening, she leapt onto the bed with him
and pushed him flat into the headboard, the engraved and hammered
metal cold as ice against his bare skin.  He did not have time to
react before he felt a stinging crack against his buttocks, one that
pushed him even harder into the hard metal.  A gasp and sound of
shock squeezed itself past his gag, closely followed by another as
the same harsh sting radiated from his buttocks and ran up his spine.
It was joined by another, and another, and soon he was gasping and
moaning -- trying desperately to quell the moans -- in time with his
Lady's punishment.  With a jolt, he realized that he was beginning to
grow hard and stiff, realized that he wanted her to swallow him yet
again, even while she drove her hand over and over into his soft
skin, even while the crimson wax now solidified on him cracked and
splintered with his gyrations.  It went on, seemingly forever, until
he felt raw and the once icy headboard seemed like fire against his
chest.  The pounding had taken on a rhythm of its own, until his
entire being resonated with her every stinging blow, until every
movement he made -- even the beating of his heart -- had become
synchronized with her punishment.

And then it was over, and she was gone from behind him yet again,
leaving him to slump against the headboard, exhausted and trying to
catch his breath.  After a time, her voice came from a far corner of
the room.  "Have you learned?"  With effort, he turned his spinning
head to look in the direction of her voice.

In a regal-looking plush chair, high backed and covered in the ubi-
quitous dark leather, she was seated with her long black-encased legs
crossed, regarding him like an ephemeral judge in the dim halflight.
For several moments he could not muster any reply at all, could only
imagine what she saw when she looked at him like that; again he was
the cub or the gazelle, shivering and defenseless, and she the pre-
dator.  He looked down at himself again -- his skin in the dim can-
dlelight the same color as the metal headboard -- and saw the broken
traces of wax all over his body.  Closing his eyes, he took a deep
breath and nodded, still feeling the tingling aftereffects of her
blows.

"You have?" she asked, idly running her index finger up and down her
sternum.  Julian tried to read some emotion, some hopeful sign, in
her face and failed.  "I hope you have.  There is little time left
for us now until you must return to duty, Doctor, and I can't afford
to waste any more trying to teach you to hold your tongue."

He lowered his eyes, wanting to convince her that he could be trusted
to keep silent and learn.

She bounced one leg forward a few times, considering his kneeling
form.  "I think," she said as she unfolded herself and got up, "that
we will retain the gag.  Just to be on the safe side."  At the sight
of her walking toward him, Julian felt his heart leap.  For the thou-
sandth time, he cursed the bonds that held his wrists fast to the
bed, wanting to take her and hold her, plunge himself into her as
deeply as he could -- soul to soul.  He was not to be put out; she
would continue!

She saw his happiness, and it stopped her for a few moments.  His
Lady only looked down at him as he gazed up at her; she could read
the joy in his face, and it appeared to touch her.  The ungloved hand
raised and patted his cheek over the gag, and her expression became
infinitely tender.  "None have been so eager before . . . " she told
him quietly, her voice gentle.  She stroked his hair.  "Perhaps I was
too harsh with you.  None have ever wanted to please me so much."
She smiled at him, and her other hand moved to the gag.  He felt it
loosen slightly, and it dropped to his chin.  "Only for a few mo-
ments, dear Doctor."  His beautiful Lady leaned forward then, saying,
"I wish I could keep you," and kissed him as tenderly as he had ever
been kissed.  He tasted her sweetness and wanted very badly to match
it with his own.

The kiss deepened, and he lay himself mentally bare to her as she
probed into him, threatening to touch the secret sensitive places in
his mind and soul, the places he had barely dared to recognize him-
self.  She was everywhere, all things to him, and he fervently wished
she could take him into herself -- physically and mentally -- for-
ever.  Then contact with her lessened, and the gag slid back into
place over his lips.  Without a word, he understood.  The lesson must
continue, and he would not breach protocol this time; he would die
before disappointing her again.

She stepped back from him and stood silently, appearing to consider
something.  "Maybe we need a . . . brief rest."  Her hands were on
her hips, and she looked down at him with great affection -- watching
his eyes over the gag and the way they caught the spare candlelight.
Light and shadow flickered over him, coating him in a neon
butterscotch glow that jumped like a live thing, skittering all over
his bare skin -- illuminating first the nestling space between his
beautiful neck and shoulder, then the gentle S-curve of his back,
then the taut and graceful arms and legs, folded under him as he
knelt.  She watched as it ran itself through his dark hair, casting
fiery highlights in its depths, sketching out the waves and the
tight, damp curls that ringed his face and neck.  For a moment, she
almost loosed the gag completely, so badly did she desire to see his
fine, delicate lips in the halflight of the candle, but she restrain-
ed herself, knowing that the gag must remain, and that her own train-
ing as an Ishtarian teacher would be too severely compromised were
she to follow this impulse.

She chuckled to herself, low in her throat.  "You would make me cast
aside my training, Doctor, all for your beauty and my own desire."
She placed one flat palm against his hard, healthy belly and sighed.
He made no reply to this, with voice nor eyes but only remained
looking at her, awaiting her.  "I must finish instructing you in
relaxation and control first.  After that," and she toyed with the
tightly curled jet hair between his hips, "I will be able to instruct
you only in one more technique, one in which every man should be
well-versed."  An enigmatic smile.  "After all, when the time comes
for you to please your next partner, you may not have access to
kamireh." 

Next partner?  With a shock, he realized what she meant.  His head
whirled at the thought.  How could he have, or want, a next partner?
He looked at her, lit by the flickering flame, and shook his head.
You are my partner, my owner, he told her silently.  You possess me
now -- and always.  His deep eyes were transparent and honest, and
she read everything she had to in them, and was dismayed by it.

"No," she whispered gently.  "You must take others, my beautiful
Doctor.  You must."  Her statement was met only by slow shaking of
his dark head.  She saw his slim chest rise in a sigh, and saw the
devotion and fear at her departure shining out of his eyes.  "You
cannot remain here, and I cannot have you wait only for me.  I am
your teacher, not . . . " and her expression softened.  "I am sorry,"
she told him.  "I cannot take your fealty."  His fists tightened.  "I
cannot," she repeated urgently.  Her hand went to him then, alighting
on his sharp smooth cheeks like a feathery fan.  "Doctor," she said
with great intensity, "how could I keep you from others?  How could I
live knowing that you were not my consort but would take no other?"
Her fingers fluttered down to his jaw.  "There will be others,
Doctor.  And I cannot live knowing that I have taken you from them."
He tugged fiercely at his bonds, desperately wanting to tear the gag
from around his mouth and give voice to what he was feeling, take her
and disappear in her, inside her moist enveloping flesh -- thrust
himself into her as deeply as he could and never come out, never
leave the deepest embrace he had ever known.  He leaned his head back
and moaned, agonized at his inability to tell her this.

And her eyes dropped at this moment, as she regarded the devotion she
had inspired.  For a brief time, she leaned forward and forgot
herself.  Julian saw the opportunity and took it.  Throwing up his
left arm, he brought it down over her shoulder and caught her at
last, feeling his tortured muscles cry out as he pulled her tightly
to him, so tightly.  Her back was to the headboard, and she was
between his arms, her own wrapped around him as they pressed their
bodies together, feeling flesh against warm flesh, moistened by
excitement.  Her hands ran over him, all over him, and she could feel
the outlines of the tense slender muscles and tendons over his back
and shoulders as he clutched her, feel as well the spots and curls of
wax all over his skin.  Her face was against his neck, and she felt
as well the tickling damp curls of his hair, moist with his sweat,
running over her cheeks.  Wordlessly, she moved her right leg around
his hips.  Wordlessly, she embraced him thus.  "You are yet in your
bonds, Doctor," she said, almost to herself.  "I do not break
training.  You are yet in your bonds."  And she pulled her head back,
to see his eyes, his large amazing eyes, shining clear and intense
with all he was feeling -- dedication, arousal, smoldering desire.

And he plunged himself into her.

She only inhaled at this, her own very dark eyes wide.  Fiercely, she
tightened her legs, embracing him in the leather and her own body as
she felt him in her, deeply.  Against her own skin, she felt his
stomach tensing and relaxing, pulsing as his hips drove into her,
thrusting.  Her hands flew to his head once more, her fingers
tightening in his hair.  He felt her tugging urgently at the knot at
the nape of his neck, then felt only her mouth on his, her tongue
between his lips, thrusting as deeply into him as he was into her.
Her hands were around his neck, around the collar, pressing him into
her as she devoured him madly.  The chain from his collar cut into
her shoulder; she barely felt it such were the hot fiery sensations
exploding all over her.  Her lips which Julian's own tongue had
parted, the skin of her breasts and stomach as she felt the slick
wetness of his taut body against hers, his round lovely buttocks soft
between her thighs, and the folds of her flesh, wet and sensitive and
embracing, that took him in, feeling his every movement, his every
frantic thrust as he lost himself in her.

Continued in part 5...

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