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This story is the result of what Ghostwriter diagnosed as PSCD (post story completion depression), which I was suffering from after finishing the trilogy of The Challenge, Battle Lines and Sweet Victory. It was not intended to be considered a sequel to Sweet Victory, though the reference to Captain's Pleasure is there. This one should stand alone, but the reader may have other ideas in mind. There is no wrong…there is no right…and I sleep very well at night regardless. It was written on a whim, while my mind was still in the gutter. So the fellow GPS'ers Ghostwriter and Jules…this one's for you ladies…. Oh, the image those tight black leather britches conjure up in my mind….

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Dedication:

We are all on a journey to our own Alpha Quadrant. Hopefully, this will make the journey a little easier to bear.

This story is respectfully submitted to all the friends I have yet to meet.

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Live Long and Prosper my friends…

Captain's Pleasure

Written by Cheryl E. Moore

3/20/98

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The stern of the frigate slowly disappeared beneath the surface as he closed his eyes, silently saying a prayer for the dead men that had just gone to a watery grave. He was oblivious to the shouting of his crew as they loaded the last pieces of contraband into the hold, which was already swollen with riches.

His gaze was fixed on the setting sun as he sensed the presence of his first mate behind him. He did not turn as he spoke, his jaw set in determination. His voice was filled with venom, evident that he did not want to be disturbed in his thoughts. "What is it Mr. Tuvok?"

The normal stoic demeanor of the Moor did not change as his captain spoke. His dark skin and chestnut eyes reflecting the light from the setting sun as he stepped forward to his captain's side. He too gazed at the sunset, briefly remembering the beauty of a sunset over the Mediterranean. "Captain…we have finished loading the last of our prize, and are ready to set sail on your orders. The last of the survivors have been put to sea, which the exception of one…."

His ebony eyes did not turn. "One? Mr. Tuvok?"

"Yes sir…. There was a passenger…. A female…." He slowly turned his gaze toward the mid-section of the ship.

Chakotay cursed under his breath. With the whole Spanish Armada hunting them, he did not need the added burden of playing nursemaid to a female. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily before turning in the direction of the ravings from mid-ship.

The sight that he encountered made his lip curl with delight. His pilot was wrestling with her, struggling to keep his hold as she kicked and clawed at him. He was cursing at his fellow shipmates who only goaded and taunted her, prodding her rage. Chakotay couldn't help but notice the chestnut hair and fiery blue eyes. Her skin was pale against the deep red coloring of her gown, which only accentuated the rage in her cheeks. She was magnificent, and he felt his breathing quicken at the sight of her ivory breasts as they heaved with angry breaths, straining against the tight trappings of her under garments and outer plumage of ruby colored velvet.

He stepped down from the bow and approached the fracas. Gradually a silence fell on the crew as he approached. They stepped aside to allow him to pass. As she broke free, he had his sword drawn and pointed it at her neck. "Is there a problem Mr. Paris?"

Mr. Paris grabbed her from behind, and locked her arms behind her. "No sir. No problem at all. Just having a bit of fun with the wench before we throw her in the hold with the rest of the loot."

His dark eyes flashed as a wicked grin came over his bronzed face. "Seems to me that you're having a good deal of a problem controlling a lowly wench such as this." He brandished the tip of the sword at the base of her throat.

She locked her eyes on his, stepping back away from the sharp point that threatened her. Her anger rose from the back of her throat and she spit at him. "Lowly wench! I'll have you know I am the Marquisa Katarina de Janeway! I'll see you hung for this outrage!"

He leered at her. "Really?"

Mr. Tuvok raised his brow at her name, and leaned over to Chakotay's ear. "Captain…a word…."

Chakotay did not remove his eyes from hers as he spoke. "You have something to say Tuvok?"

"Sir…. The Marquisa is related to the King of Spain…his cousin…."

Chakotay did not turn. His eyes sparked. "Really Mr. Tuvok… I had no idea…." Though his voice betrayed him. He knew exactly who she was, and furthermore, how much this 'prize' would be worth. "Mr. Paris… If you think you can control this vixen long enough, take her to my quarters and post a guard at the door. I have plans for her." His eyes narrowed with resolve as he gazed down at her.

"Bastard!" She broke the hold once more, losing her footing and falling to the deck. Her dress tearing away from her shoulders as she fell, baring one of her breasts to the eyes of the crew.

The point of the sword was at the base of her chin as it pressed upward. She slowly rose as she glared at him. The point shifted and for a brief moment she thought she would be run through. Instead, it caught the fabric of her dress, as it grazed over her skin, tugging the fabric back onto her shoulder. He glowered at her. "Cover yourself! And don't try that again! Next time the point will not be so merciful. Take her below! And bound and gag her if necessary! Mr. Tuvok! Release the sheets! Set sail to the Dry Tortugas! Full sail!"

"Aye aye Captain." Tuvok turned to the throng of men around him "You heard the Captain! Full sail! And be quick about it, lest the Captain vent his wrath on your weary souls!"

Chakotay turned and strode back to the bow as he sheathed the sword at his side. His anger was welling inside of him. The whole Spanish Armada bearing down on him, and he had to pillage and sink the ship carrying the King's cousin! Curse the God's, he thought to himself. Still, she could be of use to him…perhaps a ransom…. He pushed the thought away…. No…the minute he'd release her, the King would triple the already exorbitant price on his head…. No, it couldn't be a ransom…it had to be something more…something that would keep the Armada at bay, permanently….

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It was late before he entered his cabin. He gazed at her through darkened eyes before approaching her. He thought to himself, "Well done Mr. Paris…" as he studied her expression. Her eyes were full of fear. His pilot had indeed followed his orders. He had bound her to the center post of his cabin, and placed a black silk scarf around her mouth to silence her incessant ravings. Chakotay glared at her momentarily, as he ran his hand down her cheek. She tried to pull her head back but he caught her hair and pulled her head towards him…. "Now, now, Marquisa…you wouldn't want me to snap that lovely neck of yours would you?" Her eyes narrowed. He continued. "You really should be more careful with your choice of ships you know… Never, ever…choose one laden with stolen riches from the islands that I protect… It could prove to be most harmful to your health. You're just damned lucky it wasn't any of my conspirators that found you…. They are no gentlemen…." He sneered at her before turning away and placing his cape across the table.

As he removed his weapons, her eyes couldn't help but notice his physique. Strong, and solid, with broad shoulders, accentuated by the black silk shirt that he wore. It was unlaced to the waist, revealing his bronze colored chest beneath. The black leather britches that he wore only clung to his muscular thighs and ass, and she found herself gasping for breath at the sheer sight of her captor. A moan escaped her lips before she knew it. Her eyes closed to the pain overcoming her loins.

He glanced up from his task and a wicked grin crossed his lips. "Ah…forgive me… I should have thought of that sooner…." He reached his hand up to lower the gag. "Now…before I do this…you must know…I've slit many a throat in my day for far less than a scream…. It is late, and my men have had a hard day. I do not wish that they be disturbed. Do I make myself clear?" His gaze was threatening and mesmerizing and she found herself falling into the black pools that held her captive. She slowly nodded. His fingers lingered for a moment on her skin before he pulled the scarf from her mouth. "Good. Just remember what I told you Marquisa. I'd hate to spoil our evening together by spilling your blood on the floor of my cabin."

She thought she'd die from the fire his fingers ignited on her cheek. She straightened. Her mouth was sore from being gagged for hours, and her wrists were raw from her constant attempts to free herself. Her words were low and harsh. "I'll see you in hell for this outrage. Do you have any idea who I am?"

He turned away from her and sat down in the chair, propping his feet on the table as he reached for a glass to pour himself some wine. He continued to speak as he placed some fruit and cheese on a plate, and began to eat slowly. "Oh I know exactly who you are. You are the Marquisa Katarina de Janeway. First cousin to the King of Spain. You are here in the islands to visit your uncle, the illustrious governor of Cuba. You are considerably wealthy and have a reputation for a fiery temper." He glared at her through narrowed eyes and a wicked grin as he cocked his head to the side.

Katarina wrestled her confines once more. She wanted to strangle him. "Arrogant cur!"

"Arrogant maybe, but no cur… I'm of pure blood… hot blood…." He let the words drip off his tongue. He placed a grape in his mouth and looked at her struggling with the ropes binding her. "I wouldn't wrestle the binds too much. Mr. Paris is a wizard with knots. They will only tighten the more you struggle."

Her face was flushed with anger. He was deliberating eating in front of her. He was goading her and he was enjoying it. "Well… Captain… since we are going to be spending the evening together, you seem to know so much about me, yet I know so little about you…." Her words were filled with contempt as her own eyes narrowed.

"Ahh…so the lady wishes to know who her captor is…. Of what use would that serve?"

She spit the words with venom. "Then I'd know who to hang!"

"Funny… I would've thought you were the drawn and quartering type." He leered at her.

She spit at him. "Bastard! I'll bring down the wrath of Hell around you! Who are you?!"

Chakotay lowered his feet. His boots didn't make a sound as they met the floor. He slowly raised and approached her. He was practically on top of her before he spoke. His face barely touching hers as his breath grazed her cheeks. The words he spoke were low and threatening. "Hell fears me Marquisa…. My birth name is Chakotay… but I am known as Blackheart…Captain Blackheart…."

Her breath drew in, as her eyes grew wide with fear. He was a notorious pirate. Feared by many, respected by few, and hated by all the powers of Spain. The price on his head was exorbitant, even for a pirate. The Armada had been after him for months, but it had only met with repeated defeats and loss of lives and ships at the hands of his crew and his conspirators…. Fellow pirates who'd follow him into Hell if necessary.

"Damn," she thought to herself… "why did I have to pick that ship…?" She fought to maintain control of her emotions, lest he see the fear in her eyes. "Well then, Captain…Blackheart did you say? Did you get your name from your reputation or from your lack of humanity in your soul?" The words were filled with venom.

He grinned at her fortitude. He grazed his lips against hers. He spoke wickedly. "Both Marquisa…but I'll let you be the judge…." His mouth claimed hers forcefully as she struggled against the post, pinned between it and his hardened body. The ropes cut into her wrists as she struggled to free herself from his embrace as his mouth and tongue seized hers in a fiery kiss.

Her head was reeling. She felt weak and faint from lack of food. His kiss was sending shards of white-hot fire through her veins. Her loins were warming and she felt herself flush at the prospect. When he released her lips, she forced her eyes to glare at him. "How dare you touch me!"

He pulled back from her and studied her expression. A slight smile escaped his lips at the effect he obviously had on her. He moved behind the post and loosened the ropes around her wrists. "Oh I'll do more than that Marquisa…." He spoke threateningly as he grabbed her arms and shoved her into a chair at the table. "But first…you need to eat…. You'll need plenty of nourishment for what I have in mind."

She spit at him and raised her hands to claw at his face. "Damn you!"

He only grabbed her already swollen and bleeding wrists and wrapped them around her back, forcing her back down on the chair as he lowered his face next to hers. "Don't make this any more difficult than it already is Marquisa…. I don't want to hurt you, but you are my prisoner, and since this happens to be my ship, you will obey me. Now keep your mouth shut, your temper at bay, and eat! Or I'll tie you to the chair and force feed you myself, if necessary!" He shoved a plate of food in front of her and quickly poured her a glass of wine before taking his seat across from her. Katarina glared at him, then quickly at the knife he had taken off earlier. He caught her glance and raised his sword to her. "Go ahead and try it. See if you can grab the knife and slit my throat before I cut your heart into tiny pieces without it even leaving your breast." His grin broadened at the prospect of sword play with this vixen.

She sighed heavily and gazed at the plate of food in front of her. She hadn't eaten since yesterday evening and hunger was getting the better of her. She swallowed hard and reached up to take a piece of cheese. She took a bite, then another, and eagerly downed the morsels before reaching for the wine. She hadn't realized just how hungry she had been. She didn't dare look at him. She still felt the fire from his kiss, and the sheer thought of him ravaging her, sent her loins into panic. Not from fear of what he'd do to her, it was the fear of what he wouldn't do that gripped her very soul. In that brief instant on the deck earlier in the day she saw the passion and love that laid hidden behind his eyes. He could have bared her then and there, but instead, he covered her… why? She wondered….

He watched her with genuine interest. She was of noble blood, of that he was sure, but her icy blue eyes told him that she was obviously from the English side of the House of Spain. No doubt, her lineage was well rooted in the Kings and Queens of Europe. She would indeed make a wonderful prize. Her skin was as smooth as silk and glowed like finely polished ivory. Her regal refinements and feisty demeanor only accentuated the fire in her eyes. He grinned to himself. He'd enjoy taming this one. He'd enjoy it indeed.

Katarina finished her plate of food and downed the last bit of wine. She looked up at him. He was studying her through narrowed eyes and twisted lips. She suddenly felt the urge to slap his arrogant face. She started to get up, but her legs gave way as the blood rushed from her head from too much wine. Instead of venting her wrath, she collapsed in his arms….

He grinned wickedly at her. "So, you have no head for sangria? More's the pity. Ahh, you won't be much fun in this condition. I'll let you sleep it off first!" He threw her onto the bed.

She cried out as her body landed firmly in the soft down comforters and quilts encompassing his bed. The anger welled inside her and she found her tongue. "I'll see you in Hell first, before I let you touch me again!" She started to kick and claw at him as he attempted to cover her with a blanket.

He leaned over her, grabbing her wrists and pulling them above her head. She cried out in pain, but he did not loosen his grasp. "I told you Marquisa…Hell is afraid of me…I'm the devil incarnate…." His voice was wicked and evil and for a brief moment she thought she was staring into the eyes of Lucifer himself. He glared at her as he raised his voice. "Mr. Paris! Come here! I require your assistance!" As the young pilot and another crewman entered, Chakotay motioned to the ropes that had bound her to the post. "Tie her to the bed. I don't want her taking a midnight swim. I still have plans for that one." He smiled wickedly once more before exiting his cabin, leaving behind him the ravings of a woman enthralled in battle with two members of his crew.

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He stood on the foredeck gazing at the moon as it rose over the blackened sea. The sea was relatively calm this night and he welcomed the breeze whipping around his body, cooling his chest as it billowed his shirt. He had one leg propped up on the railing, and his forearm was resting on his knee. His jaw was clenched in determination. Damned his cursed luck! Three days from safe refuge at his stronghold in the Tortugas, and no doubt a Spanish galleon barreling down his throat. He'd been foolish to sink that frigate so close to Havana. He should have waited… He should have… His thoughts were broken by the presence of Mr. Paris. "Is she quiet?"

"Yes sir. For the moment, though I doubt she'll cease her ravings if you remove the scarf around her mouth."

Chakotay smiled. "True. She has a sharp tongue. Did you tend to her wrists?"

"Yes Captain. The are bandaged as you requested, and I took the liberty of wrapping them in strips of silk before binding her to the bed. That should alleviate any further damage should she struggle further." Mr. Paris smiled and raised an eyebrow in the Captain's direction.

"Very good. Who has the watch tonight?"

"Mr. Kim Sir."

"Tell him to keep his eyes open and his ears sharp. I don't want to be disturbed is that understood?"

"Yes sir! Plan to take the wench as your own Sir?"

Chakotay turned on him and in an instant had his knife at Paris' throat. "What I do with the wench is of my concern. Do you understand? Do not make mention of it again!"

Thomas' eyes were wide with fear. He knew all too well that the Captain could slit his throat and not think twice about it. "Sir! I apologize. No disrespect intended. I just thought…."

"Don't think Mr. Paris…Just follow my orders and leave the thinking to me. The Marquisa is a prize to be had, but with the Spanish Armada breathing down our necks I want some insurance that they will leave us be for the time being. We are three days off from safe refuge and the allies of our friends. The Marquisa will be that insurance. Now… dismissed." He lowered the knife as he glared at the young pilot's impertinence.

"Yes sir. Good night, Captain." He turned and briskly walked off to find the bottle of rum he had stashed beneath his bed. He rubbed his neck to eliminate the feel of the Captain's knife at his throat. He had come too close to having his throat slit, and he was expected in B'Elanna's arms in three days….

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Chakotay closed the door to his cabin quietly and laid his gun and knife on the table. He thought twice about his sword and stuck it in the rafter over the bed. His eyes took in her form as she slept. Despite her wrists being bound to the top of his bed, she seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He started to reach out and touch her, but thought twice. There would be time enough for that tomorrow, after she was bathed and rested. His eyes sparked at the thought and he sighed to quell the raging in his loins. He loosed the laces on his leather britches and shed his shirt before crawling in next to her, bracing his back against the bulkhead. Ever so slowly, he gently removed the scarf from around her mouth so as not to awaken her. He started to toss it aside, thought twice and draped it over the headboard above his head, well within reach should he need it. He studied her face and watched as her breasts rose and fell softly with her breathing. He closed his eyes and finally drifted off to sleep, imagining those same breasts heaving and gasping beneath him as he took her over and over again.

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She slowly stirred to the gentle rocking of the ship. But something was different…she couldn't move her hands… and there was another body lying next to hers…. She started to bolt upright and winced from the pain in her wrists.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You could wrench your arms from their sockets." He grinned. He had been watching her for quite some time.

She was visibly shocked, and her face flushed with rage and embarrassment. "How dare you! Get out!"

Chakotay raised an eyebrow at her tone. "My dear Marquisa… This is my cabin…and my bed…. If anything, I should throw you out. Throw you out to the wolves. It's been three months since my crew has had the companionship of a female. Even one as lowly as yourself."

His grin was wicked and it made her blood boil. She struggled against her bindings once more, kicking him. "You insolent bastard!"

She was a fiery wench, he thought to himself. Her face was beautiful when she was angry, and his grin broadened at the thought of taming her. He rolled over on top of her, placing his hands on her shoulders and pinning her to the bed, as he wrapped his legs around hers to stop her from kicking. His eyes narrowed as he gazed down at her. "So, I'm an insolent bastard…." He covered her mouth with his, forcing it open with his tongue as he sought to devour her.

His kiss burned through her. She felt like her whole body was on fire. The feel of his bare chest against hers and the weight of his body sent hot flashes to her soul. Just the mere thought of him in those leather britches sent fire through her veins. She slowed her struggle, and began to return his kiss.

He felt her relax beneath him and he pulled his mouth away from hers. He leered at her. "When I finish with you Marquisa, you will have only words of endearment and love for me…."

Her brief moment of passion pulled away from her, she opened her eyes and glared up at him. Her eyes flashed at his remark. "Like Hell I will! I'll curse you and your soul 'til the day I die!" She spit at him.

He reached his hand to his face and wiped the spit from his cheek. He gazed at his hand for a moment before wiping it hard against her cheek, sneering at her. "Which won't be long away if you keep up this impertinence!" He rolled off of her and went to a chest across the cabin. He opened it and after several moments, picked out a beautiful indigo gown. He walked back over to the bed and threw it on top of her. He grabbed the sword from the rafter and in an instant, as her eyes widened in terror fearful that he would kill her, he quickly sliced the ropes that held her wrists to the bed. "Now get yourself bathed and dressed! I'll be back later!" He stormed out of the cabin, leaving her shocked and grateful that he hadn't slit her throat.

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Two of the crew had brought her a tub to bath in and filled it with hot water and scented oils. She had been soaking for quite some time, as the thoughts of his kisses burned through her memories. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get that image of him, in that black silk shirt and those tight black leather britches out of her mind.

He was truly magnificent. His bronze skin, black hair, and ebony eyes were mesmerizing. She wanted to stroke the tattoo on his forehead and kiss it tenderly line by line before claiming his mouth with hers. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall of the tub as her fingers found the hardening nub between her legs.

She placed one hand over her breast and began to massage it, twirling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She licked her lips as she imagined his hand kneading and massaging her breasts, pushing them together so he could claim them in his mouth.

Her back arched as her fingers teased and manipulated the hard nub. She rotated her hips against her hand, spilling forth the slick juice into the water, as the sensations increased and the images of him covering her with his body invaded her mind. She moaned and tensed her legs, as the sensations grew stronger with each ministration of her hand. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the feeling increased, threatening to constrict her breathing as she gasped with desire.

How she wanted his hands on her. Massaging her… kneading her… teasing her into frenzy, until she collapsed from fatigue…. She moved her other hand down to the swollen folds and inserted her fingers between them as she continued to rub and press against her hardened nub at a feverish pace. Her entire body tensed as she felt the constriction of her inner muscles, sending her over the edge. She cried out softly, gasping for breath as the wave subsided.

She was still flushed with her afterglow when she stepped from the tub and dried her body.

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After she had replaced her under trappings, she reached for the gown and gently pulled it over her shoulders. It was the most incredible color blue she had ever seen. It was the color of midnight, and the crushed velvet bodice, in even a deeper shade of blue accentuated the satin skirt that spilled forth beneath it. It grazed her shoulders, and pushed her breasts inward and upward, forming a deep cleavage.

As she gazed at herself in the mirror, she noticed how milky her skin looked against the deep color of the midnight blue. She smiled… Not only was he handsome, he had good taste as well.

She had found some perfumes and chose one that smelled of jasmine. She ran the tip of the bottle over her wrists, down her neck and across her breasts. She studied herself one more time, then lifted her gown and placed the tip against the back of each leg as well.

She had just finished her preparations when he entered.

She turned to face him and her eyes flashed as they met his.

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He closed the door behind him, slowly taking in her form as a grin escaped the corner of his lips. He had done well with his choice of gowns. In it, she was like a deep blue sapphire from Ceylon. Her eyes flashed like the facets, as her skin glowed with a radiance all its own. He decided to tempt her anger, to see the fire that this jewel could ignite. "Well…it will have to do. It did look better on the lady whose possession I stole it from…."

She picked up the plate of food resting on the table and threw it him. "Why you son of a bitch!"

He ducked to avoid the onslaught of the plate as it hit the door behind him. He turned towards her and in two steps, was across the room and within striking distance. She backed away from him suddenly as her eyes flashed, but he caught her shoulders and pulled her to his chest, grasping her hands firmly behind her back. "No more harsh words Marquisa…. It's time I taught you a few manners in verbal etiquette…." He grasped both wrists with one hand as his other hand grasped the back of her head and pulled it back, claiming her mouth with his own.

She struggled and twisted against him, but he only tightened his hold. He pressed her against the chifforobe roughly, and ground his hips against hers, as he pulled down on her wrists forcing her to arch her back, pressing her breasts against him. He moved his mouth and pressed his lips against her neck, gently biting her as he did so.

Katarina was reeling. He had obviously bathed elsewhere before returning to his cabin. He smelled of spice and musk, and her senses heightened at the scent of his skin. She felt her lungs draw inward as she struggled to breathe, smothering in his masculine aroma. She struggled to keep her footing. Her knees were growing weaker with each touch of his lips on her skin. A moan escaped her throat as she closed her eyes. She wanted to fight him, fight the desire flooding her senses, but she could not. His scent, his breath, his hands, his mouth…his hips… they were all breaking down her resolve and she felt herself falling. As his right hand reached up and pressed against her breast, her knees gave way and into his arms she fell.

Chakotay pulled away from her body and leered down at her, his eyes dark with desire, before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bed. He quickly shed his shirt and laid down on top of her, pulling her gown down to reveal her breasts. He clasped one firmly in his hand while he claimed the other with his mouth. He bit the nipple as his tongue teased and twirled around it, forcing a groan from her lips. He lingered there for an eternity, teasing and biting until it was red and hardened with desire. He repeated the process ever so slowly on the other until it too, heaved against his mouth. He ground his hip against her mound, pressing harder as she undulated beneath her gown and all of its trappings.

She felt like she would explode. Her breasts heaved under the weight of his bare chest. Her mind kept focusing on the ache in her loins from his hip, and the restraint of her gown. She wanted to feel the smoothness of his britches against her bare folds as she raised her hips up and down the length of his thigh. She struggled beneath him, moaning with desire and unfulfilled gratification. The words came from the back of her throat. "Ahhh… Please Chakotay…. My gown…. Please…."

His eyes narrowed and he grinned wickedly at her. "Not yet Marquisa. I want you to learn your lesson first before I grant you your wish…." He continued to ground his hip against her mound, as he clasped her wrists together above her head. This afforded him the pleasure of taking her breasts in his mouth once more, stretching her body beneath his. He pressed against her mercilessly and she tossed her head back and forth, straining to get a better position beneath him so he could press against her nub and folds, which were now most surely swollen, with passion.

She tried in vain to buck beneath him and tears welled in her eyes, pleading with him to release her from this constricted Hell of velvet, satin and lace…. "Please…. Please…. Release me of these trappings…. please…."

Chakotay gazed into her eyes as the tears fell from her cheeks. He smiled, pleased with the effect. He reached down and grabbed the scarf from the headboard, tying her wrists to the bed once again. He sneered at her as she struggled against him. "Now, now Marquisa…I don't want you to try and run off…I'd hate to tear this lovely gown… I may have to return it one day…." The look he received from her eyes was worth its weight in gold. Her eyes flashed with fire at his remark.

He only laughed as he reached down behind her to unfasten the bodice of her gown, and unlace her skirt and crinolines. He yanked them from her body with one swipe, sending a shudder through her core as it revealed the lower half of her body to him. He reached up and undid her wrists, making sure he kept a firm grasp on one as he pulled the bodice off of her. Not relenting, he tightened his hold as he pressed her down against the bed, claiming her mouth once more. As she writhed beneath him, he clasped both hands over her head and pressed his body into hers, wrapping his legs around hers, as he rotated his hips against her.

The weight of his body on hers was exquisite. She arched against him, pressing her breasts against his chest. He had her legs pinned, and she strained to get free. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, and struggled to free her wrists once more from his grasp. Pleading with him. "Please… I beg of you…you are torturing me! Please release me!"

He only glared at her struggles. "No Marquisa! I am in control here! I will not release you until you say my name three times…each time more lovingly than the last…begging me and asking me what is my pleasure!" His hold tightened, causing her to wince in pain and pleasure at the thought of him being in complete control of her body. He covered her once more with his mouth, passionately, forcefully….

She moaned against his lips as passion engulfed her. "Oh Chakotay…please…."

He pressed against her harder. "That's once Marquisa…"

She twisted beneath him, her loins begging for satisfaction as her eyes pleaded with him to quell the ache inside her. She arched against his hips. "Chakotay… Please…. I am in anguish…."

"Twice…." He was smothering her, rotating his hips against her harder as his eyes burned through her soul, and his kisses set fire to her body.

The tide of passion was swelling within her and she cried out as it overcame her, leaving her breathless and gasping beneath him, frustrated that her ache had only been heightened. "Ahhh!!! Chakotay!!! Please!!! What is your pleasure?!!! I beg of you!"

He gazed down at her once more, grinning wickedly as his eyes narrowed. His voice was low and husky, filled with determination as he called her by her English name. "You Kathryn…You are my pleasure."

He raised up and unlaced her corset, yanking it from her body as he had her gown. She was now completely naked in his eyes. He leered and his breath quickened at the sight of her. He lightly stroked his hand over her breasts before traveling down the length of her torso until it rested on her bare mound. She arched her hips in response. His already swollen cock strained against his britches as he gazed down at her body now heaving with passion and fire. He quickly unlaced the top of them, shedding them and his boots on the floor next to the bed.

He leaned over her and kissed her roughly on the mouth as his fingers separated the moist folds between her legs. Slowly he spread her legs apart with his knees as he grasped his hands under her buttocks, placing her legs on his shoulders as he raised her to his mouth.

She moaned with desire as her hands clutched the covers beneath her, arching her back in response to the hot breath caressing her bare folds.

He claimed her sweetness, seemingly sucking her dry, before licking and nibbling her hardened nub and swollen folds feverishly, forcing her juices to permeate once more. His tongue was relentless, and his breath was hot against her as he teased and tortured her, sending wave after wave of desire to her loins.

Her nerve endings were on fire and she heaved and bucked against his mouth and tongue. He squeezed her buttocks with his hands as he pressed his mouth against her mound harder, raising her higher, supporting her weight on his shoulders. He felt her body tense and tighten as she climaxed, bucking wildly against his face, as her hands clenched the sheets in desperation, crying out his name. He pulled his mouth away from her and lowered her hips to the bed, grinning at her through narrowed eyes, darkened by desire.

Her eyes were glazed and dark from the passion welling inside of her. His relentless torture of her soul had left her gasping for air. Her entire body was shuddering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she whispered softly… "Please Chakotay…take me…"

He lowered his lips to hers, taking her gasps deep within his throat, as he whispered her name once more… "Kathryn…" before covering her body with his own. Her breasts heaved beneath him as his cock pressed against her mound teasing her once again. He studied her expression, smiling at the effect he had on her. He placed his hands on either side of her head, gazing deep within her eyes, covering her mouth as he entered her quickly. Pushing against her still tightening inner muscles so forcefully that she climaxed again instantly.

She cried out, as her folds spread to accommodate him and she lowered her hands to clasp his hips and pull him closer. He filled her completely and she arched against him, moving with him as he continued to stroke the entire length of her. Slowly and gently at first, building the fire in her loins once more, then faster and harder as his own fire raged out of control.

Their eyes locked and she felt herself fall into those ebony eyes, so dark now with passion. She clasped her hands behind his head, pulling his mouth down to hers as she felt the fire explode within her. "Oh Chakotay I am yours! Take it now! Give it to me now!!"

He pressed his mouth against hers as he thrust hard once more, burying himself in her as far as he could. As his hot juices burst forth against her innermost wall, she released her own, tightening around him completely, milking him, as they cried out in ecstasy together.

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They were still gasping for air, their bodies heaving from the aftershocks overwhelming them, as he laid down beside her and gathered her shuddering form in his arms. He nuzzled his cheek against her hair, whispering her name… "Katarina…Kathryn…my love…."

She moaned in delight, cooing his name softly before drifting off to sleep in his arms. Feeling safer in the arms of her captor than she ever had before….

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She slowly stirred from her sleep, as her eyes focused in the dim light of the cabin. They had made love all afternoon, and now she sensed that he had taken his place on deck to ensure that things were well.

She quickly put on the indigo gown, smoothing the wrinkles from their passionate foreplay. Her lips twisted in delight at the thought that he had made her climax with only the pressure of his body… his hips and thighs rubbing against her.

At his hands, she was forever captive. She was indeed his prisoner… Prisoner of his body… Prisoner of his heart… Prisoner of his soul.

She ran the brush through her hair before stepping out of the cabin to join him on deck.

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He was standing on the foredeck, leg propped against the railing once more as his eyes studied the sunset. She approached him slowly, taking in his form. The cream colored shirt he wore glistened in the glow of the setting sun, and she drew her breath…he was wearing those tight black leather britches…again….

He sensed her presence but did not turn as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "You awoke just in time my love…the sunset is magnificent…share it with me."

"I'll share my life with you Chakotay…. I am a prisoner to you. I no longer wish to be set free… Ever."

He embraced her, claiming her mouth passionately. "Oh Katarina…my Kathryn…my love…." As he held her in his arms, he knew he had tamed her…conquered her. For Chakotay… Captain Blackheart… rouge…scoundrel…pirate… the Spanish Armada would forever be held at bay….

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They were still embraced as the light dimmed, and the stars began to dance across the heavens. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her tenderly. "Ready to head back to the cabin?"

She slowly nodded as she gazed lovingly into his eyes. "Mmmm…I love you Chakotay."

"I love you Marquisa…Kathryn…my love…." He gazed deep into her eyes. "Can you walk, or would you prefer I carry you?"

"What about the crew?"

"I'm Captain remember…they'll follow my orders and keep their traps shut, otherwise, it's the plank for their weary souls." He scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to his cabin.

As Kathryn nuzzled her cheek against his chest, she whispered… "What is the Captain's pleasure for tomorrow?"

He grinned wickedly down at her, pressing her against his breast… "Tomorrow, Hell…. I was thinking of later…."

"Well? What is your pleasure mon Capitan?" She smiled at him, her eyes full of mischief as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his mouth to hers.

"Mmmmm…. How about the North African coast…and the slave markets of Morocco?" His grin broadened as his kiss lingered on her lips.

"Just do me one favor…"

"What is that, my love?"

"Make sure you wear these…." She put her arm down and patted her hand against the leather britches, as her eyes filled with passion.

Their eyes locked as the passion welled inside him once more, all too aware of the woman he held captive in his arms. His voice was low and determined. "Computer… End program…."

The end….?

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