A Pleasure Theory
Title: A Pleasure Theory
Author: Hopefuladdict
Pairings: Spock/Uhura
Characters: Spock/Uhura
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sexual Situations, mild BDSM
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek and do not profit from this work
Summary: Uhura has a theory on a new way to please her first officer.
A/N: Originallly published 09-22-09 on fan fic, moved to archive. This work was not reviewed by a beta reader.
"Captain Kirk, Ensign Rodriguez has confirmed transfer of all medical and engineering supplies to Enterprise is complete. We have now received affirmative communications from all decks that all necessary docking procedures are complete. We are ready to get under way on your command."
"Thank you, Lieutenant Uhura."
"You're welcome, Captain." I said, returning his smile.
While stopping for supplies was an inevitable necessity of life on a starship, it was also time consuming and tedious. Reviewing and signing off on inventory checklists was on the bottom of everyone's, "things I love about my career in Starfleet" list. I thought I heard a collective sigh of relief as the Captain gave orders to Sulu at the helm and got us underway to our next assignment. The bridge settled into its normal quite buzz of activity.
I watched out of my peripheral vision as Spock exited from his station and moved to stand next to Kirk in his command chair. I found he took up residence there often, and while I'm sure they had a never ending list of ship issues to discuss, it never made sense to me to discuss them there. I could not recall ever hearing anything of grave importance or necessary discretion, that would require him to cross the bridge and share it with Kirk there. Not on days like today anyway, when nothing of consequence was going on. We did have conference rooms aboard ship for such things after all. They shared playful banter occasionally, but I found many times he just...well...stood there.
I was not about to complain about what I found to be curious behavior from Spock. If I had my way, Spock would stand in the middle of the bridge through my entire shift. From where I sat, it gave me the most sensational view of his backside. I had often entertained the notion, while taking in that view, to send a communication to whomever designed Starfleet's standard uniform trousers, asking if Spock had been their design model. The fit on his ass was impeccable. Spock seemed to favor the side of Kirk's command chair that gave me the best vantage point to gaze on said trousers too. The whole of the command crew faced away from me, so open ogling was not difficult to get away with either. I was particularly grateful for the bridge design today, because I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
Today, I suspected, Spock had planted himself, front and center to my location, on purpose. He knew I was watching him. Instead of sitting at his station, completing work this morning, Spock had spent the better part of it leaning over his command console. I became so distracted, I took a "coffee break" early in my shift, nearly sprinted to my quarters and quickly came, via my hand, as I repeated his name like an ancient chant, over and over. I straightened my uniform, changed my panties, and returned to the bridge with a smile. And there he was again...leaning.
Tease.
I gave even the most mundane auditory signal and ship communication intense scrutiny, to draw my attention away from him. Spock was having none of it. An hour or so after I returned to my duties from the best break I'd had in ages, he joined my at my work station.
"Excuse me, Lieutenant. I do not believe this section of your console is functioning at maximum capacity." Mr. Spock stooped over me, pushing his backside out as he tipped at the waist, so he could remove the section panels face plate and make the necessary adjustment...if one was really needed.
Sneak.
Seriously? There was no way me taking two breaks this morning would go unnoticed. I wondered absently, 'If I had an orgasm while I watched him work, sitting right there on the bridge, would it catch anyone's attention?'. I fought the urge to touch him.
I was hoping he was working on our little project. I diverted my eyes from his ass again.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the crew, Spock and I had been intimate for months. It had started with a shore leave encounter, that I hadn't even realized had happened at first. There really is a reason why Romulan Ale is illegal.
I was sharing drinks with Captain Kirk, Spock, and McCoy when I came to the realization that I could no longer feel my face...or any other part of me for that matter. Not good. Kirk and McCoy weren't much better, and were staying planetside, so Spock was the logical choice to escort me back to the ship. Oh, the irony.
No "Funny Business", as my father liked to call it, occurred. Spock, to my recollection, was a perfect gentleman; taking me back to my quarters, ushering me in, and asking if I needed anything before he took his leave. I told him, "thank you" and "no" respectfully, and he turned to go.
Unfortunately, I kept talking, albeit it was to myself, mumbling as I went to my sleeping quarters about, "how long I had fantasized about having Spock in my room". And "stupid me is too intoxicated to say something sexy and seductive and keep him here".
Of course, I was also too intoxicated to notice Spock had yet to make it out my door.
Damn Romulan Ale!
I was cursing myself even more the next day. Nursing my intergalactic sized hangover, as I made my way to the mess hall, for much needed coffee and dry toast. I was cautiously sipping my drink when I heard the chair beside me being pulled back. I tried not to grimace as Spock settled into the seat. "Next Day, Hungover Look" is a great way to seduce Spock too! I thought mockingly to myself.
"Good Morning, Lieutenant."
"Morning, Mr. Spock. How was the rest of your evening? Sleep well?" I asked solicitously, as my head throbbed.
"I found myself unable to sleep, Lieutenant. I spent the evening, or more accurately the morning hours, pondering a most perplexing issue." He stated.
"Really? I'm sorry, Spock. Anything I can do to help?" I offered.
"I believe you are the perfect person to assist me, Miss Uhura. May I inquire, if you desired me to join you in your quarters to, as you say, "seduce me", why have you never asked me?"
WHAT! I choked on my coffee.
Stupid, Super-Sonic Vulcan Hearing!
However, after a very awkward conversation, and lots of awkward silence, I found out he thought about me too. Spock wanted me too. He met with me later that night so I could, as he said, "seduce him". We had been seducing each other ever since.
Spock cleared his throat and brought me back from my reverie.
"I will only be a moment." He remarked quietly.
"Take your time, Commander. Your presence won't impede my work." I replied, trying not to smile. God, Spock was good. Now, I could not only look at him, but smell him too. I crossed my legs.
"While I am here, Uhura, I wish to inform you that I have been using the tool you provided me with last week. I believe utilizing it has sufficiently prepared me to assist you with the project you mentioned. I am intrigued by your theory, and am confident initial experimentation to test said theory will go smoothly. Did you have a stardate in mind you wished to begin?"
I bit my lip to prevent a grin from overtaking my face. My stomach clenched with excitement.
I KNEW IT!
My "hope" was confirmed. Spock had been preparing for our little "project". He had been putting himself on display all day- for me. Giving me a tantalizing little taste of what he would offer up to me later.
"One moment, Sir." I answered.
"Lieutenant Uhura calling Ensign Tryk, respond."
"Ensign Tryk here. Go ahead Ma'am."
"Ensign, I was expecting a package to be delivered to Enterprise today via the Starship Endeavor, upon her arrival at spacedock. Can you confirm package received?"
"One moment, Lieutenant."
Spock continued his work as if I wasn't there.
"Lieutenant Uhura?"
"Yes, Ensign?"
"That's affirmative. Your parcel is down here. Would you like me to bring it to the bridge?"
"Negative, Ensign Tryk. I'll come and retrieve it myself. Uhura out."
Spock turned his head, indicating he was listening.
"Would 1800 this evening work for you, Mr. Spock?"
"Indeed it would, Miss Uhura."
"Excellent. I'm sure I can prove my theory is correct, now that the other tool has arrived. I'm impatient to get the experiment underway."
I rose from my seat to leave, then thought of something.
"Spock?"
"Yes?"
"Are you using the tool I gave you today?"
"Yes."
"Right now?"
"Yes."
I turned on my heel and exited the bridge. I would stop by my quarters to relieve some tension before finding Ensign Tryk.
A month ago, Spock and I were tangled around each other in his cabin. For whatever reason, that night, we were both insatiable. I wasn't sure the majority of the time where he ended and I began. It was hot and amazing and never enough. We were letting the sensations drive us, and guide us; anything was possible, nothing was off limits. It was us becoming one.
Spock was above me, parallel to my position, one arm wrapped under my hips, lifting them slightly. His other arm intertwined my thigh, spreading me as he devoured my sex. Spock's knees were spread, each one resting on opposite sides of my head, while I was returning the favor. He was too big to take completely with my mouth, so my hand and mouth were working in tandem. He was glorious. I couldn't get enough. I paused my mouth's attentions momentarily to take a breath, continuing to stoke him with one hand while caressing his balls with the other.
More, I thought. Give him more.
Before engulfing his cock again, I pulled my fingers, that I had been using to tease Spock's scrotum, into my mouth; wetting them thoroughly. As I guided his member back to my lips, I used the fingers to circle and rub his ass. A loud groan vibrated through his chest.
Spock removed his tongue from the depths of my pussy, that he had been so skillfully fucking it with, and nipped my thigh with his teeth. He pushed back into my hand and I slipped one finger into his rectum. He pushed back again and bit down harder.
Then I heard his raspy, deep voice breath across my heat, "More." as he sucked my clit between his teeth and bit down. I came hard, burying a second finger into his ass and working them feverishly as I moaned around his cock. He spilt into my throat immediately, and I took every drop, feeling like my body was being rend apart by the orgasm he was continuing to give my body.
When we were both spent, he rolled off me. I turned and crawled up his body, giving lingering kisses along his chest, loving the way he sprawled out haphazardly across the bed. I thought about what we had shared as I was excused myself to use the bathroom to wash up. I thought about what I had given him. And I knew. I could do more.
The next day I placed my first order to the planet Orion.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
1800 Hours
I wasn't surprised when Ensign Tryk gave me a quizzical look when I picked up the package. Someone who never received any kind of mail, then in the past month got enough to look like she was preparing for Earth's Christmas did stand out. I would not answer his questioning look though. I simply took my treasure and headed back to my quarters to prepare for this evening.
My body was humming with anticipation. I forced myself to eat something. I was definitely going to need to keep up my strength. It was going to be a long night, and Spock's stamina was unmatched. "Luckiest lady in Starfleet," I thought to myself, while I adjusted the platform I had ordered for tonight.
Nothing could compare to what Spock and I had shared in these past months. I have had my share of lovers, but everything about this was different. We seemed to be playing in a world without boundaries. A world that took its form from a foundation of friendship and trust, born from years of serving together. I never wanted it to end.
Promptly at 1800 hours, my door chimed. I told Spock to enter but stepped out of the line of sight of the entrance. I didn't want to risk the questions I would get it if it happened to be someone else at the door.
"Lieutenant?"
I felt my sex flush with heat at the sound of his voice. The build-up to this evening had been excruciating. The wait was over. I stepped out where he could see me.
"Good evening, Mr Spock."
Both Spock's eyebrows shot to his hairline. He did not hide his admiration of my choice of outfit, letting his eyes rake openly over my form.
I knew Spock liked me in my uniform. He appreciated its brilliant design as much as I did. He told me as much during a chance encounter one night while I patched up a sub-space transmitter in the bowels of the ship.
He had entered the small alcove but then quickly apologized, turning away from my upturned ass, stating that Lieutenant Mitchell had been on the duty roster to make the repair. I remained on my hands and knees, explaining as I worked why I had replaced Mitchell, when I heard him tell the computer to lock the door.
Next thing I knew my uniform was pushed up, my panties were pushed down, and he was fucking me with a ferocity that left me dizzy. I came in minutes with the chorus of "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" falling from my lips. He followed suit, as my pussy's contractions milked him, his cock shooting stream after stream of hot come into me. Before I could recover he had me on my back, licking my cunt clean from our joining, taking more as I came again. When we finished, we helped each other straighten our uniforms in silence. He bowed down to brush his lips to mine and said, "The fit of your uniform is exemplary."
In honor of that fantastic meeting I had had a uniform made just for him. The resemblance to my Starfleet gear was enough to make the connection. However, it was sleeveless and in two pieces, revealing my entire midriff. The heels on my boots were four inches instead of two, and the leather reached my mid thigh. I had left off my panties and the regulation tights as well.
I stepped toward him, mimicking his stance. Shoulders back, feet apart, hands behind my back.
"Did you remove the plug I gave you to prepare your ass for me, Mr. Spock, or will I be removing it for you?"
As I asked the question, Spock's face arranged itself into its usual mask of calm and serenity. He did not respond verbally.
Excellent. I controlled my features, fighting my desire to smile. I stepped closer.
"You may answer."
"It has been removed, Mistress," was his reply. My pussy began to throb.
"Well done, Spock. Follow me."
I turned and walked into my sleeping quarters, hips swaying as I went. I could feel his eyes on me. It made me wet.
As I crossed the threshold I stepped to the side, allowing him to pass and stand in front of me. He walked straight to the large flat pillow I had placed in the center of my room, having put my folding bed away and pushed the remaining furniture against the wall. I had placed a large full length mirror on the wall Spock was facing. A medium sized box sat on the floor between the two. I circled him until we were facing each other again.
"Undress and kneel."
Spock complied perfectly. We had discussed certain aspects of the evening to ensure fluidity. He undressed slowly. He revealed first his feet, then his torso. He was so beautiful. I wanted to lift my skirt and stroke my slit as I watched, but I remained motionless. He removed his trousers and my mouth watered. He wore nothing beneath them. I shook my head infinitesimally; my evening would be derailed if I lost consciousness now.
He lowered himself to kneel on the pillow, which I had set on a square platform equal to the pillow's size to elevate him above the floor's surface. Back straight, Spock spread his knees wide. He rested his bottom on his feet, both slightly over the back edge of the raised surface. He was open to me and shifting his feet, he pulled his buttocks apart, becoming fully exposed. He placed his hands on his knees and waited.
"Very nice, Mr. Spock. I am pleased."
I spun on my heel and stepped over to the box I had placed in the floor earlier. I bent at the waist to pull off the lid, exposing my bare ass to Spock's gaze. I heard him emit a deep groan that morphed into a purr. I gathered my tools, stood, and walked to the corner of the room to retrieve a chair. I returned and set a long, thick vibrator and lubricant on the seat of the chair. I raised one foot and placed it on the chair as well, hiking my skirt up around my waist and spreading my legs for his viewing pleasure.
"I remind you that you are not allowed to touch me tonight." I paused, then added, "Not until I give you permission." I glided my fingers up my thigh and dipped them into my core. "Do you understand?"
He said nothing, but watched as I moved my fingers in and out of my heat.
"You may answer."
"I understand." he said.
I approached him and extended my moist fingers to his lips. "Open." His lips parted and I slipped my fingers between them. "Clean them."
He sucked until I was satisfied and my pussy ached. The look on his face was ecstatic.
"Release."
He let out a small moan, but complied.
"Tut, tut, Spock. Don't fret. This evening is about you."
I retrieved the vibrator and lubricant and circled behind him. I leaned over his shoulder and let my tongue flick the tip of his ear.
"All for you." I whispered, running the tip of the vibrator down his back. He shuddered.
I knelt behind him and slightly to the side, offsetting my position so I could see us both in the mirror. His erection was straining away from his body. I knew he could subdue it but was choosing not to. It was sweet torture. I shivered.
I put lubricant on my hand and began to massage his anus. I added more pressure, pushing into his rectum, and his breath deepened. One, then two fingers penetrated him. I pulled out and reached for the vibrator.
"Spock"
Our eyes met in the mirror.
"Lean forward."
He inclined his torso and I wanted to cry. He was exquisite.
"I want you to guide me, Spock." I told him as I inserted the tip of the vibrator into his ass, slowly pressing forward.
"I want your pleasure."
Pumping.
"I want your moans."
Pressing deeper.
"I want you to tell me how to fuck you."
Fully sheathed.
I waited. His breathing was labored.
"Long strokes." he rasped.
I pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in, beginning a slow, silky rhythm. His breathing was filling the room...filling my soul. I rubbed his back while I stroked inside him, turning the vibrator on its lowest setting, increasing his sensation. He was moaning continuously now. I told him he could touch himself and he fisted his cock gratefully. When he groaned and asked me to go faster, we increased the tempo together, matching our strokes. I watched him in the mirror, feeling woozy and drunk with lust.
I knew he was close. He was panting, his body tense, poised to explode.
A growl tore from his chest and come spilled over his hand. I slowed my ministrations and gently pulled out of him. I tugged him down to rest on his side on the floor, got a warm wet towel and cleaned him, paying particular attention to his backside. There would be discomfort; I wanted it to be minimal.
I curled into his back, partly draped over him, and kissed him tenderly between his shoulder blades. I heard a deep hum and wrapped an arm around him.
"Mistress Uhura?"
I giggled.
"Yes Spock?"
"I believe your theory was correct. I found your actions most pleasurable."
I sighed, continuing to lay open mouthed kisses on his back. He placed his hand over mine and rubbed them both across his chest. My breath sped and my heart began to batter my chest as he dragged our hands down his stomach, following the trail of hair I love to his sex. He wrapped my hand around his cock, thick and hard again, and enclosed both with his own hot fist.
"Uhura?"
"Ummhmm?" was the best I could manage toward an answer.
"With your permission, may I fuck you now?"
Oh my.
"Where are the shackles you procured?"
FUCK!
Several hours later
I was sweaty, satisfied and, to be honest, sore. I was also in a state of complete euphoria. "Thank you OrionOptionsOnline," I thought.
Spock unwound himself from my body to depart for his own quarters. I rose, wrapped in the bed sheets, and went to retrieve a small package from my earlier box of iniquities. I crossed back and handed it to him, getting a raised eyebrow in response.
"A little something I thought you might like to try. Open it when you get to your quarters."
I stood on my toes, taking a quick kiss, and folded myself back into the bed. I closed my eyes when I heard the door hiss behind him.
If he wore that cock ring the next time we were together, it would be the death of me.
Delicious. Hot. Death by desire.
End
Author: Hopefuladdict
Pairings: Spock/Uhura
Characters: Spock/Uhura
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sexual Situations, mild BDSM
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek and do not profit from this work
Summary: Uhura has a theory on a new way to please her first officer.
A/N: Originallly published 09-22-09 on fan fic, moved to archive. This work was not reviewed by a beta reader.
"Captain Kirk, Ensign Rodriguez has confirmed transfer of all medical and engineering supplies to Enterprise is complete. We have now received affirmative communications from all decks that all necessary docking procedures are complete. We are ready to get under way on your command."
"Thank you, Lieutenant Uhura."
"You're welcome, Captain." I said, returning his smile.
While stopping for supplies was an inevitable necessity of life on a starship, it was also time consuming and tedious. Reviewing and signing off on inventory checklists was on the bottom of everyone's, "things I love about my career in Starfleet" list. I thought I heard a collective sigh of relief as the Captain gave orders to Sulu at the helm and got us underway to our next assignment. The bridge settled into its normal quite buzz of activity.
I watched out of my peripheral vision as Spock exited from his station and moved to stand next to Kirk in his command chair. I found he took up residence there often, and while I'm sure they had a never ending list of ship issues to discuss, it never made sense to me to discuss them there. I could not recall ever hearing anything of grave importance or necessary discretion, that would require him to cross the bridge and share it with Kirk there. Not on days like today anyway, when nothing of consequence was going on. We did have conference rooms aboard ship for such things after all. They shared playful banter occasionally, but I found many times he just...well...stood there.
I was not about to complain about what I found to be curious behavior from Spock. If I had my way, Spock would stand in the middle of the bridge through my entire shift. From where I sat, it gave me the most sensational view of his backside. I had often entertained the notion, while taking in that view, to send a communication to whomever designed Starfleet's standard uniform trousers, asking if Spock had been their design model. The fit on his ass was impeccable. Spock seemed to favor the side of Kirk's command chair that gave me the best vantage point to gaze on said trousers too. The whole of the command crew faced away from me, so open ogling was not difficult to get away with either. I was particularly grateful for the bridge design today, because I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
Today, I suspected, Spock had planted himself, front and center to my location, on purpose. He knew I was watching him. Instead of sitting at his station, completing work this morning, Spock had spent the better part of it leaning over his command console. I became so distracted, I took a "coffee break" early in my shift, nearly sprinted to my quarters and quickly came, via my hand, as I repeated his name like an ancient chant, over and over. I straightened my uniform, changed my panties, and returned to the bridge with a smile. And there he was again...leaning.
Tease.
I gave even the most mundane auditory signal and ship communication intense scrutiny, to draw my attention away from him. Spock was having none of it. An hour or so after I returned to my duties from the best break I'd had in ages, he joined my at my work station.
"Excuse me, Lieutenant. I do not believe this section of your console is functioning at maximum capacity." Mr. Spock stooped over me, pushing his backside out as he tipped at the waist, so he could remove the section panels face plate and make the necessary adjustment...if one was really needed.
Sneak.
Seriously? There was no way me taking two breaks this morning would go unnoticed. I wondered absently, 'If I had an orgasm while I watched him work, sitting right there on the bridge, would it catch anyone's attention?'. I fought the urge to touch him.
I was hoping he was working on our little project. I diverted my eyes from his ass again.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the crew, Spock and I had been intimate for months. It had started with a shore leave encounter, that I hadn't even realized had happened at first. There really is a reason why Romulan Ale is illegal.
I was sharing drinks with Captain Kirk, Spock, and McCoy when I came to the realization that I could no longer feel my face...or any other part of me for that matter. Not good. Kirk and McCoy weren't much better, and were staying planetside, so Spock was the logical choice to escort me back to the ship. Oh, the irony.
No "Funny Business", as my father liked to call it, occurred. Spock, to my recollection, was a perfect gentleman; taking me back to my quarters, ushering me in, and asking if I needed anything before he took his leave. I told him, "thank you" and "no" respectfully, and he turned to go.
Unfortunately, I kept talking, albeit it was to myself, mumbling as I went to my sleeping quarters about, "how long I had fantasized about having Spock in my room". And "stupid me is too intoxicated to say something sexy and seductive and keep him here".
Of course, I was also too intoxicated to notice Spock had yet to make it out my door.
Damn Romulan Ale!
I was cursing myself even more the next day. Nursing my intergalactic sized hangover, as I made my way to the mess hall, for much needed coffee and dry toast. I was cautiously sipping my drink when I heard the chair beside me being pulled back. I tried not to grimace as Spock settled into the seat. "Next Day, Hungover Look" is a great way to seduce Spock too! I thought mockingly to myself.
"Good Morning, Lieutenant."
"Morning, Mr. Spock. How was the rest of your evening? Sleep well?" I asked solicitously, as my head throbbed.
"I found myself unable to sleep, Lieutenant. I spent the evening, or more accurately the morning hours, pondering a most perplexing issue." He stated.
"Really? I'm sorry, Spock. Anything I can do to help?" I offered.
"I believe you are the perfect person to assist me, Miss Uhura. May I inquire, if you desired me to join you in your quarters to, as you say, "seduce me", why have you never asked me?"
WHAT! I choked on my coffee.
Stupid, Super-Sonic Vulcan Hearing!
However, after a very awkward conversation, and lots of awkward silence, I found out he thought about me too. Spock wanted me too. He met with me later that night so I could, as he said, "seduce him". We had been seducing each other ever since.
Spock cleared his throat and brought me back from my reverie.
"I will only be a moment." He remarked quietly.
"Take your time, Commander. Your presence won't impede my work." I replied, trying not to smile. God, Spock was good. Now, I could not only look at him, but smell him too. I crossed my legs.
"While I am here, Uhura, I wish to inform you that I have been using the tool you provided me with last week. I believe utilizing it has sufficiently prepared me to assist you with the project you mentioned. I am intrigued by your theory, and am confident initial experimentation to test said theory will go smoothly. Did you have a stardate in mind you wished to begin?"
I bit my lip to prevent a grin from overtaking my face. My stomach clenched with excitement.
I KNEW IT!
My "hope" was confirmed. Spock had been preparing for our little "project". He had been putting himself on display all day- for me. Giving me a tantalizing little taste of what he would offer up to me later.
"One moment, Sir." I answered.
"Lieutenant Uhura calling Ensign Tryk, respond."
"Ensign Tryk here. Go ahead Ma'am."
"Ensign, I was expecting a package to be delivered to Enterprise today via the Starship Endeavor, upon her arrival at spacedock. Can you confirm package received?"
"One moment, Lieutenant."
Spock continued his work as if I wasn't there.
"Lieutenant Uhura?"
"Yes, Ensign?"
"That's affirmative. Your parcel is down here. Would you like me to bring it to the bridge?"
"Negative, Ensign Tryk. I'll come and retrieve it myself. Uhura out."
Spock turned his head, indicating he was listening.
"Would 1800 this evening work for you, Mr. Spock?"
"Indeed it would, Miss Uhura."
"Excellent. I'm sure I can prove my theory is correct, now that the other tool has arrived. I'm impatient to get the experiment underway."
I rose from my seat to leave, then thought of something.
"Spock?"
"Yes?"
"Are you using the tool I gave you today?"
"Yes."
"Right now?"
"Yes."
I turned on my heel and exited the bridge. I would stop by my quarters to relieve some tension before finding Ensign Tryk.
A month ago, Spock and I were tangled around each other in his cabin. For whatever reason, that night, we were both insatiable. I wasn't sure the majority of the time where he ended and I began. It was hot and amazing and never enough. We were letting the sensations drive us, and guide us; anything was possible, nothing was off limits. It was us becoming one.
Spock was above me, parallel to my position, one arm wrapped under my hips, lifting them slightly. His other arm intertwined my thigh, spreading me as he devoured my sex. Spock's knees were spread, each one resting on opposite sides of my head, while I was returning the favor. He was too big to take completely with my mouth, so my hand and mouth were working in tandem. He was glorious. I couldn't get enough. I paused my mouth's attentions momentarily to take a breath, continuing to stoke him with one hand while caressing his balls with the other.
More, I thought. Give him more.
Before engulfing his cock again, I pulled my fingers, that I had been using to tease Spock's scrotum, into my mouth; wetting them thoroughly. As I guided his member back to my lips, I used the fingers to circle and rub his ass. A loud groan vibrated through his chest.
Spock removed his tongue from the depths of my pussy, that he had been so skillfully fucking it with, and nipped my thigh with his teeth. He pushed back into my hand and I slipped one finger into his rectum. He pushed back again and bit down harder.
Then I heard his raspy, deep voice breath across my heat, "More." as he sucked my clit between his teeth and bit down. I came hard, burying a second finger into his ass and working them feverishly as I moaned around his cock. He spilt into my throat immediately, and I took every drop, feeling like my body was being rend apart by the orgasm he was continuing to give my body.
When we were both spent, he rolled off me. I turned and crawled up his body, giving lingering kisses along his chest, loving the way he sprawled out haphazardly across the bed. I thought about what we had shared as I was excused myself to use the bathroom to wash up. I thought about what I had given him. And I knew. I could do more.
The next day I placed my first order to the planet Orion.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
1800 Hours
I wasn't surprised when Ensign Tryk gave me a quizzical look when I picked up the package. Someone who never received any kind of mail, then in the past month got enough to look like she was preparing for Earth's Christmas did stand out. I would not answer his questioning look though. I simply took my treasure and headed back to my quarters to prepare for this evening.
My body was humming with anticipation. I forced myself to eat something. I was definitely going to need to keep up my strength. It was going to be a long night, and Spock's stamina was unmatched. "Luckiest lady in Starfleet," I thought to myself, while I adjusted the platform I had ordered for tonight.
Nothing could compare to what Spock and I had shared in these past months. I have had my share of lovers, but everything about this was different. We seemed to be playing in a world without boundaries. A world that took its form from a foundation of friendship and trust, born from years of serving together. I never wanted it to end.
Promptly at 1800 hours, my door chimed. I told Spock to enter but stepped out of the line of sight of the entrance. I didn't want to risk the questions I would get it if it happened to be someone else at the door.
"Lieutenant?"
I felt my sex flush with heat at the sound of his voice. The build-up to this evening had been excruciating. The wait was over. I stepped out where he could see me.
"Good evening, Mr Spock."
Both Spock's eyebrows shot to his hairline. He did not hide his admiration of my choice of outfit, letting his eyes rake openly over my form.
I knew Spock liked me in my uniform. He appreciated its brilliant design as much as I did. He told me as much during a chance encounter one night while I patched up a sub-space transmitter in the bowels of the ship.
He had entered the small alcove but then quickly apologized, turning away from my upturned ass, stating that Lieutenant Mitchell had been on the duty roster to make the repair. I remained on my hands and knees, explaining as I worked why I had replaced Mitchell, when I heard him tell the computer to lock the door.
Next thing I knew my uniform was pushed up, my panties were pushed down, and he was fucking me with a ferocity that left me dizzy. I came in minutes with the chorus of "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" falling from my lips. He followed suit, as my pussy's contractions milked him, his cock shooting stream after stream of hot come into me. Before I could recover he had me on my back, licking my cunt clean from our joining, taking more as I came again. When we finished, we helped each other straighten our uniforms in silence. He bowed down to brush his lips to mine and said, "The fit of your uniform is exemplary."
In honor of that fantastic meeting I had had a uniform made just for him. The resemblance to my Starfleet gear was enough to make the connection. However, it was sleeveless and in two pieces, revealing my entire midriff. The heels on my boots were four inches instead of two, and the leather reached my mid thigh. I had left off my panties and the regulation tights as well.
I stepped toward him, mimicking his stance. Shoulders back, feet apart, hands behind my back.
"Did you remove the plug I gave you to prepare your ass for me, Mr. Spock, or will I be removing it for you?"
As I asked the question, Spock's face arranged itself into its usual mask of calm and serenity. He did not respond verbally.
Excellent. I controlled my features, fighting my desire to smile. I stepped closer.
"You may answer."
"It has been removed, Mistress," was his reply. My pussy began to throb.
"Well done, Spock. Follow me."
I turned and walked into my sleeping quarters, hips swaying as I went. I could feel his eyes on me. It made me wet.
As I crossed the threshold I stepped to the side, allowing him to pass and stand in front of me. He walked straight to the large flat pillow I had placed in the center of my room, having put my folding bed away and pushed the remaining furniture against the wall. I had placed a large full length mirror on the wall Spock was facing. A medium sized box sat on the floor between the two. I circled him until we were facing each other again.
"Undress and kneel."
Spock complied perfectly. We had discussed certain aspects of the evening to ensure fluidity. He undressed slowly. He revealed first his feet, then his torso. He was so beautiful. I wanted to lift my skirt and stroke my slit as I watched, but I remained motionless. He removed his trousers and my mouth watered. He wore nothing beneath them. I shook my head infinitesimally; my evening would be derailed if I lost consciousness now.
He lowered himself to kneel on the pillow, which I had set on a square platform equal to the pillow's size to elevate him above the floor's surface. Back straight, Spock spread his knees wide. He rested his bottom on his feet, both slightly over the back edge of the raised surface. He was open to me and shifting his feet, he pulled his buttocks apart, becoming fully exposed. He placed his hands on his knees and waited.
"Very nice, Mr. Spock. I am pleased."
I spun on my heel and stepped over to the box I had placed in the floor earlier. I bent at the waist to pull off the lid, exposing my bare ass to Spock's gaze. I heard him emit a deep groan that morphed into a purr. I gathered my tools, stood, and walked to the corner of the room to retrieve a chair. I returned and set a long, thick vibrator and lubricant on the seat of the chair. I raised one foot and placed it on the chair as well, hiking my skirt up around my waist and spreading my legs for his viewing pleasure.
"I remind you that you are not allowed to touch me tonight." I paused, then added, "Not until I give you permission." I glided my fingers up my thigh and dipped them into my core. "Do you understand?"
He said nothing, but watched as I moved my fingers in and out of my heat.
"You may answer."
"I understand." he said.
I approached him and extended my moist fingers to his lips. "Open." His lips parted and I slipped my fingers between them. "Clean them."
He sucked until I was satisfied and my pussy ached. The look on his face was ecstatic.
"Release."
He let out a small moan, but complied.
"Tut, tut, Spock. Don't fret. This evening is about you."
I retrieved the vibrator and lubricant and circled behind him. I leaned over his shoulder and let my tongue flick the tip of his ear.
"All for you." I whispered, running the tip of the vibrator down his back. He shuddered.
I knelt behind him and slightly to the side, offsetting my position so I could see us both in the mirror. His erection was straining away from his body. I knew he could subdue it but was choosing not to. It was sweet torture. I shivered.
I put lubricant on my hand and began to massage his anus. I added more pressure, pushing into his rectum, and his breath deepened. One, then two fingers penetrated him. I pulled out and reached for the vibrator.
"Spock"
Our eyes met in the mirror.
"Lean forward."
He inclined his torso and I wanted to cry. He was exquisite.
"I want you to guide me, Spock." I told him as I inserted the tip of the vibrator into his ass, slowly pressing forward.
"I want your pleasure."
Pumping.
"I want your moans."
Pressing deeper.
"I want you to tell me how to fuck you."
Fully sheathed.
I waited. His breathing was labored.
"Long strokes." he rasped.
I pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in, beginning a slow, silky rhythm. His breathing was filling the room...filling my soul. I rubbed his back while I stroked inside him, turning the vibrator on its lowest setting, increasing his sensation. He was moaning continuously now. I told him he could touch himself and he fisted his cock gratefully. When he groaned and asked me to go faster, we increased the tempo together, matching our strokes. I watched him in the mirror, feeling woozy and drunk with lust.
I knew he was close. He was panting, his body tense, poised to explode.
A growl tore from his chest and come spilled over his hand. I slowed my ministrations and gently pulled out of him. I tugged him down to rest on his side on the floor, got a warm wet towel and cleaned him, paying particular attention to his backside. There would be discomfort; I wanted it to be minimal.
I curled into his back, partly draped over him, and kissed him tenderly between his shoulder blades. I heard a deep hum and wrapped an arm around him.
"Mistress Uhura?"
I giggled.
"Yes Spock?"
"I believe your theory was correct. I found your actions most pleasurable."
I sighed, continuing to lay open mouthed kisses on his back. He placed his hand over mine and rubbed them both across his chest. My breath sped and my heart began to batter my chest as he dragged our hands down his stomach, following the trail of hair I love to his sex. He wrapped my hand around his cock, thick and hard again, and enclosed both with his own hot fist.
"Uhura?"
"Ummhmm?" was the best I could manage toward an answer.
"With your permission, may I fuck you now?"
Oh my.
"Where are the shackles you procured?"
FUCK!
Several hours later
I was sweaty, satisfied and, to be honest, sore. I was also in a state of complete euphoria. "Thank you OrionOptionsOnline," I thought.
Spock unwound himself from my body to depart for his own quarters. I rose, wrapped in the bed sheets, and went to retrieve a small package from my earlier box of iniquities. I crossed back and handed it to him, getting a raised eyebrow in response.
"A little something I thought you might like to try. Open it when you get to your quarters."
I stood on my toes, taking a quick kiss, and folded myself back into the bed. I closed my eyes when I heard the door hiss behind him.
If he wore that cock ring the next time we were together, it would be the death of me.
Delicious. Hot. Death by desire.
End