Taming of Tom Paris, #10


By Britta

Later came sooner than I expected and so did I.

Just before dinner time, Tom took his clothes off and crawled into bed with me saying, "I think I promised you something earlier, didn't I?" He moved under the sheet and closed his lips around my right nipple.

He teased me for a few minutes then made his way south to my waiting cock. He took it slowly; gently licking and stroking me. I sighed in appreciation. It felt so good. I flipped the sheet off and tucked another pillow under my head so I could watch. The combination of seeing his mouth on me and feeling his lips and tongue was such a turn-on. He knew this about me, knew that I liked to look. Visual stimuli play a large part in my enjoyment of sensual delights. I am not a 'do it in the dark' kind of guy.

He took his time and I relaxed and enjoyed it. There was no rush, no overwhelming need and no sense of desperate urgency. This was an act of love and devotion and I accepted it as such. He brought me up to the edge and tenderly carried me over it. He licked me clean and scooted up to put his arms around me. I grabbed the sheet, pulling it up over us and we snuggled for a few minutes. Then I slipped into a catnap.

When I woke up, Tom was still holding me. I blinked and shifted causing him to inquire, "You awake? Ready for dinner?"

I turned my head and kissed him. "Yes to both questions. How long did I sleep?"

"Only about 20 minutes. How do you feel?"

"Pretty good for a change. Thank you for earlier."

"You're welcome. Ready to get up?"

"Yes. If you'll hand me my robe, I'll meet you at the table."

"OK." He helped me put it on and left the room while I hit the head.

We ate and talked shop. When dinner was finished I asked, "So when do you think I can go back on duty?"

He answered, "My guess is that you'll be allowed light duty for a week starting the day after tomorrow. But the Doc has the final say and you're going to see him in the morning."

"All right. So what are your plans for this evening?" I yawned.

He looked surprised for a second. "I planned on staying here with you. What else would I be doing?"

"Oh, I just thought that you might want to go play some pool or see your friends. It's got to be pretty dull for you here, mainly watching me sleep."

He frowned at me and said, "It's not dull. I don't think you should be left alone. I check on you often while you're sleeping. If I left you by yourself right now, all I would do was worry. And I bet you'd overdo it in the activity department and then who knows what would happen?" He heaved an exaggerated sigh.

I just looked at him and shook my head. It seemed I had a keeper whether or not I wanted one. I hated to admit it, even to myself but I was getting sleepy again. Why? I swear I'd slept more in the last two days than I had in the last week! I demanded, "Can you explain to me why I'm so damned tired all the time? I've been injured before and yet I've never felt like this for so long."

Tom smiled at me and cautiously replied, "I'll tell you why but only if you promise not to get too upset."

Confused and getting sleepier by the minute I said, "OK. I promise. What are you doing to me?" I *knew* there had be to some other reason for my constant fatigue.

He came around the table and helped me up. We went to the bedroom and he tucked me into bed. Then he admitted, "Part of the Doctor's instructions were for you to rest as much as possible. He suggested that you be given sedatives whether you liked it or not. I disagreed with him and we compromised by programming a mild tranquilizer to be ingested with all your food. I need to be able to treat you as I see fit but I felt forcibly sedating you would be counterproductive."

He paused at my frown, stroked my face and continued, "Don't be too mad. It's not a heavy sedative. It just relaxes you enough so that you don't fight against what you need. Your body needs rest. End of story. If you want to complain about this, then rant at the Doc, not me. If he had his way, I'd be pumping you full of nasty stuff on an hourly basis."

My anger died as I realized he was right. I muttered, "You have a point. Things could be worse. I give in, for now." I closed my eyes and felt a gentle kiss just brush my lips. I sighed in resignation and let sleep come.

The next day the Doctor said what Tom thought he would. He also discontinued the tranquilizers due to the fact that I refused to eat breakfast knowing they were there. I felt much better without them. I did have to promise to rest and sleep whenever Tom me told to though. Tom worked half a shift while I took a walk around the ship trying to catch up on the events of the last few days.

Tom and I met for lunch and afterwards we went to our special place on the holodeck. I was treated to a full body massage, a long soak in the pond and a nap. By the end of the day, I felt like a new person. Tom, however, seemed to think I might collapse at any given moment. He hovered constantly and watched me like a hawk for any sign of weakness. If he kept it up for the next week, I knew I'd go crazy.

That evening I went to meet with the Captain to go over the bridge schedule leaving Tom to his own devices for a while. Being on light duty for a week meant there had to be changes to the original plan. We worked things out so she wasn't stuck on the bridge all the time even though I would be spending most of my time in my office.

I returned to my cabin expecting to spend some quiet time alone while Tom was off doing whatever. So I was surprised to find him there, busy cleaning. The place was immaculate. He'd even replaced the blanket on the couch with another one that matched the decor.

He came to me, gave me a kiss and inquired, "Are you home for the night?"

I ran a hand down the length of his bare back to cup a soft cheek. "Yes, I am." I then let both hands play over his skin, delighting in its feel against my palms.

He stood there accepting my exploration for moment or two. "Good. When you're finished feeling me up, let me know. I'd like to make you a *lot* more comfortable, if you know what I mean, Big Boy," he said saucily as he winked at me.

I nearly smacked him for that remark but remembered that he didn't belong to me yet. Instead, I dropped my hands and stated coldly, "That won't be necessary." I jerked away from him and strode toward the bedroom.

Stunned at my reaction, he followed close on my heels. "Cha? What did I do wrong? Please tell me...." He sounded truly mystified.

I thought then that maybe he didn't realize that he'd sounded like a whore laying a line on a customer. I stopped and turned to look at him. His expression had changed completely. He was frightened by my silence. I took his hands in mine and said gently, "Don't ever speak to me like that. I don't like it. It brings back too many bad memories. You aren't a paid companion so don't talk like one."

It dawned on him then that what he'd said had made him sound cheap. I saw the change reflected in his eyes. He sighed and squeezed my hands then brought them to his lips. "I apologize. I didn't mean it that way. Will you forgive me?"

I took him into my arms and whispered, "Of course. But I want you to know that you are priceless to me." I released him with a kiss and suddenly felt so tired that I had to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Tom grabbed a medical tricorder and waved it over me. His expression hardened and he stated flatly, "You are going to bed. Now." I looked at him incredulously and began to protest but he cut me off. "It's either that or Sickbay. Your choice."

"Bed," I croaked. All at once, everything seemed to catch up with me and I could hardly keep my eyes open.

Tom turned into the professional that he is and I was systematically stripped and tucked into bed in moments. He frowned at me and entered a few things into a padd, then said softly, "No wonder you're so touchy this evening...."

I wondered what he meant by that but fell asleep before I could ask.

That week was a long one. I was bored with light duty. On the home front, Tom waited on me hand and foot. I didn't have to lift a finger. Whatever I wanted was taken care of before I knew I wanted it. Either Tom was reading my mind or he knew my ways too well. He managed to keep a close eye on me all week by trading time with other people. When I'd be on the bridge for a limited shift, he'd wind up giving flying lessons at the same time.

There was one benefit to being on light duty; it gave me plenty of time to think. I appreciated everything Tom did for me. He kept my spirits up when I'd get depressed or frustrated over the situation. I was amazed at how patient he was with me. It made me wonder about him. He was such a complex man. I wondered at times if I was giving him all he needed. He rarely complained about anything in our personal life but that didn't mean he was always happy. I didn't know what I'd do if he ever decided he'd had enough of me. I discovered I needed him so much it frightened me. My new awareness was also extremely humbling.

Physically, my strength came back quickly, although I still slept for longer periods than usual. But slowly things got back to normal. Tom eased off in the treating-me-like-a-delicate-flower department though I caught him giving me odd looks every now and then. I wondered what was going through his mind.

One evening after dinner, he asked me, "Chakotay, if I belonged to you completely, would you make the nature of our relationship public?"

Puzzled, I responded, "What do you mean by public? Everyone would know we were together."

He shook his head in frustration and answered, "I want to know if you'd tell everyone that I belong to you."

I was still confused. "Spell it out for me, Tom."

Sighing with exaggerated patience, he replied, "Would I have to wear a collar or be branded or something? Would you want to lead me around on a leash?"

Horrified, I answered, "No! Tom, I would never do anything like that to you. As I told you before, I'm not an exhibitionist. I don't need any public display of what we are to each other. I love you. You'd belong to me and I to you as well. In my vision, to treat you as property would be demeaning to both of us."

He looked at me as if I were nuts and huffed, "But that's *not* what I read."

I clasped his hands and said seriously, "I don't care what you read. That's not my idea of how our relationship should be. I would do it differently. Trust me on this. I would never do anything to cause people to lose respect for you."

He looked relieved and leaned over to kiss me. "Thank you. I needed to hear that."

I kissed him back and held him tightly. "You're welcome." Our kisses led to more involved activities and before I knew it, we were in bed. I made love to him carefully, reassuring him that I meant what I'd said.

We spent much of our free time together but not all. Sometimes I needed to be alone so I could meditate and Tom often wandered off to play pool or get caught up on the gossip. In general, everything was running smoothly. Then one night Tom did something that changed our lives.

I'd been back on full duty for over a week and consequently had a few late meetings with the Captain to get caught up on things. That evening was one of those where I'd missed dinner and figured I'd just replicate a snack and call it a day. I had no idea where Tom was, I just assumed he'd stop by later or com me if something came up.

I entered my quarters and stopped just inside the door, stunned by what I saw. The lights were low, soft music played and delicious scents wafted through the room. Tom, naked as usual, was pouring wine for us at a beautifully set table.

He looked up and smiled, "Good. You're home." He came to me, kissed me and relieved me of my jacket. He led to me to the table saying, "You're just in time for dinner."

Speechless, I just sat there and sipped my wine. He was definitely up to something. But for the life of me I couldn't imagine what it was. I thought I'd just play along and see what happened. I asked him about his day and told him about mine while we ate. When we were finished, he cleaned everything up and put it away, then blew out the candles and joined me on the sofa. He curled up next to me and rested his head in my lap like he always does, while I sat there finishing my wine.

Finally, when my curiosity got the better of me, I stroked his face and turned his head so I could look into his eyes. "What was all that for?" I set my empty glass aside as he sat up. I didn't expect his next move at all.

He dropped to his knees in front of me and took my hands into his. He brought first one, then the other to his lips and kissed them softly. He said, "I want to ask you something. But first I want to tell you how much I love being with you. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've learned more from you than I ever thought possible. I never knew I could feel the way I do, both about myself and you. I love you so much; I don't want to be with anyone else, ever. I need you in so many ways. It scared me when you were injured, made me think of things I might miss out on if I were to lose you now. What I want is to belong to you. I feel like I already do, in a way, because I can't imagine being without you. I will do anything you say, any time, any place. Chakotay, will you have me; make me yours completely?" Raw emotion shone in his eyes as he peered up at me.

I was so affected by his speech that I could not speak right away. I think he understood the reason for my silence when I leaned forward and kissed him and the tears spilled down my cheeks. He kissed them away and I cleared my throat. "Tom, I would be honored to take you for my own. You are so precious to me that I thank all the gods and goddesses there are for bringing you into my life." I stood up and pulled him into my arms where we hugged each other so tightly it would have taken a photon torpedo to blast us apart.

After many minutes, I moved my hands to his face and kissed him thoroughly. Then I said, "I love you. Go put your clothes on."

He looked surprised but quickly did as I ordered. When he came back fully dressed, he asked, "What's up?"

"We're going out briefly." I shrugged into my jacket and held out my hand to him. He took it and I led the way to his quarters.

He opened the door and we entered. I looked around, noting that they were fairly barren. He hadn't collected too many things since we got stuck out here. He stood waiting patiently while I snooped. I went into his bedroom and looked in his closet. I grabbed a blanket off the bed and returned to the living area. I spread it out on the couch and turned to him saying seriously, "You are mine now. That means you will live with me. Start packing." I smiled and pointed to the blanket. "Bundle up what you can in that. We'll get the rest later."

His face lit up so much you could've read a padd by it. He threw his arms around me and kissed me till I couldn't breathe. Then he got busy and I went to toss his clothes into another makeshift carryall. When we finished, we slung our bundles over our shoulders and went home. A few of the crew passed us on the way and I knew the news would be all over the ship by morning.

When we got back, we dropped everything on the couch and he stripped us in record time. I took him that night with a fierceness we'd hadn't shared since before I was injured. It was beyond inspired. When we made love, I staked my claim and he gave himself to me totally.

The following morning, we received numerous interested glances at the staff meeting. Nothing was said outright, until the end when the Captain stood and intoned, "Gentlemen. I feel that I can speak for all of us in this matter. Congratulations."

"Thank you, Captain," I replied with a smile. Tom just beamed at her and nodded. Then we filed out of the room ready to put in another shift of keeping Voyager going on her long journey home.

After shift, Tom and I ate a quick dinner in the mess hall. Several well-wishers stopped by our table and somehow our meal seemed tastier than usual. Once we were done, we went to his old cabin and picked up the remainder of his things. I made a mental note to have Maintenance come by and ready it for a new occupant.

We spent most of the evening rearranging my quarters, making room for his things. They fit in with mine very well. He had a large collection of music and vids but I didn't so there was no problem in that regard. I did, however, caution him against leaving the pornographic material out in plain view.

He blushed when I mentioned that and offered, "I can always recycle it so you won't have to worry about anyone seeing it."

I chuckled. "No way. We're going to watch 'Debbie' together, remember?" I nudged him with my elbow.

Embarrassed, he said, "Oh gods, you would remind me of that. Don't you ever forget anything?"

I grinned. "Not usually. Not when it pertains to you." I gave him a kiss. We finished up in the living area and moved into the bedroom. It was easier in there. I had little in the way of clothing or personal items since most had been destroyed along with my ship. Tom opened a dresser drawer to put his socks in but stepped back so quickly I had to notice.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head and said softly, "Nothing. I was just surprised that's all."

I went over to him after hanging up the last item in the closet and demanded, "Surprised by what?"

He knew better than to argue with me and pointed to the strap which lay curled up in the empty corner of the drawer next to my underwear. I understood instantly and turned him to face me. "Does it bother you that much to see it?"

"No, not really. It just made me remember...." He shook his head and continued, "It's OK. Maybe seeing it every morning will keep me on my toes." He smiled at me and gave me a hug.

I held him close and whispered, "Maybe it will at that." I gave him a kiss. "It's good that you know where it is. I may have you fetch it for me sometime." I patted his butt meaningfully.

He just nodded and we went back to work. When we were done, I stated, "Time to get clean." We moved into the bathroom where he undressed me carefully. He turned on the water and we stepped into the shower.

His sincere desire to serve me came to the forefront when I allowed him to wash me. He did it thoroughly yet gently, then took care of himself while I watched with approval.

He dried us off and helped me into my robe. We retired to our slightly more filled living area where he settled me on the couch and inquired if I wanted a glass of wine. I nodded and asked him to pour one for each of us, sensing that he had something on his mind.

He brought the glasses and sat beside me. I reached out to hold his hand while we drank quietly. I waited until he was ready to share his thoughts with me.

After one particularly long swallow, he ventured, "So what happens next? I mean, is there anything special I need to do now that I live with you?"

I answered, "No, not really. There will be a few changes now that you have allowed me to be in charge of everything...." I paused to let that sink in and he nodded. "There are a few more rules you need to know about. One, if you ever do anything that merits official action, you will also pay the price physically. Two, I will be much stricter with you now that you are mine and your behavior in public will be monitored more closely."

We then negotiated the finer points of our private lives and I was pleased with the arrangement that we agreed upon.

Less than a week later, I wound up enforcing one of my new rules. We had been at the resort having a drink one evening when one of the Delaney sisters made a rude remark. Tom responded even more rudely if that were possible and I became seriously annoyed. I walked over and pulled him aside to explain why his behavior was out of line. I saved the big discussion for later but told him to go back and apologize to her for what he said. He did so, then we finished our drinks and went home.

Tom knew he was in trouble. The first thing he did once the door closed was apologize to me. He was upset. I swear, it bothers him more than it does me when he makes a mistake. He took off his clothes, then mine and held my robe for me to put on.

I pulled him down to sit next to me on the couch and asked, "Do you understand *why* what you did was inappropriate?"

He scowled and said, "Sort of. I know you don't like it when I act like an asshole. But what she said pissed me off!"

I took his chin in my hand and said, "It's not just about what I like or don't like. You're better than that. When you respond to someone in that way, you are lowering yourself to their level. It reflects poorly on you and because we are together it also affects me." I released him and waited.

He thought about that for minute then replied, "I think I see what you mean. When I act like that it makes me look bad and then people will wonder what the hell you see in me. Right?"

I gripped his shoulder and answered seriously, "More or less. The important part though is how you see yourself. You can react in any way you choose. Don't let your anger rule your actions."

He sighed, "I do try. But, it's so hard sometimes...I know you're right yet I don't always remember to think first before I do something." He glanced at me ruefully.

I gazed back at him steadily and said, "Then you need a reminder, don't you?"

He sighed, "Yes, sir." He knew what was coming.

I rose to my feet and he did, too. I held him close for a minute or two, then kissed him gently and quietly stated, "Go get the strap and bring it to me." He nodded his acceptance, then padded into the bedroom while I moved to stand beside the table.

He returned and obediently handed it to me. I uncurled the thin leather as he watched, then motioned for him to assume the position. He knew what to do; he bent over the table and spread his legs. I made sure his balls weren't in jeopardy by tucking them up underneath him. Then I gave him a moment and asked, "Are you ready?"

At his word, I brought the strap down hard and he flinched. I waited a few seconds before continuing. I didn't draw it out too long but it wasn't over quickly. He sported a half dozen stripes on his ass by the time I was finished. Then I rolled up the strap and patted him reassuringly, letting him rest there while I put it away until the next time he needed it.

He spent the remainder of the evening draped over my lap talking to me while I took care of him. I spread the cool cream over his butt and fingered him occasionally. He was getting used to me spreading his cheeks and looking at him. He also seemed to expect my digital invasion as a matter of course. In fact, he appeared to enjoy it. It was soothing to him somehow; my finger, gently inserted up his ass, seemed to calm him.

It was at times like these that we achieved the deepest levels of communication. I prayed that maybe this time the lesson would sink in. We discussed the many ways he had done himself a disservice in the past and the reasons for his behavior. Slowly but surely he was learning that if he treated himself well, others would, too.

Finally, I took him to bed and made love to him in such a way that I showed him how highly he was valued. I knew he needed positive reinforcement for his sense of self just as much as he needed to be corrected when he did something wrong.

Over time his behavior improved. I didn't have cause to punish him as often as I used to. He also kept his nose clean on the official front and avoided another meeting with the paddle. As he learned to better control his emotional reactions, I decided to increase my control over his body.

One night, I came home very late to find Tom already in bed but not asleep. In fact, he was so engrossed in what he was doing, he was unaware of my presence. I stood stock still and silent in the doorway to our bedroom watching him jerk off in the dim light provided by the stars. I knew then what his next challenge would be. I wanted him to be hot and eager for me, therefore his solo sexual activities were going to be curtailed.

He steadily pumped his cock with one hand while the other roved from his balls up to his nipples to pinch lightly and then back down again. His eyes were closed and I observed him with great interest waiting to see how he would bring himself off.

He drew his legs up and began moaning softly while increasing the speed and intensity of his strokes. Standing there, tired as I was, I still became aroused. He was so beautiful like this. I looked at his face and longed to kiss him. I forced myself to wait and enjoy the show he unwittingly gave me.

His breath quickened as his pace sped up. He writhed and groaned almost continuously. He smeared the fluid generated by his cock over his fingertips and slowly raised them to his lips. I knew he was imagining that he was with me. I could wait no longer and crept over to the bed.

Before his hand reached its destination, I grabbed it and sucked his fingers into my mouth. I needed to taste his essence. His eyes flew open and he stared at me. My other hand wrapped around his as he continued moving it up and down the length of his erection. I let go of his fingers after I'd licked them clean and murmured, "Don't stop on my account."

He gasped when I moved my hand down to fondle his balls and a few strokes later he climaxed. I leaned down to kiss him and when he had calmed, I said quietly, "That was the last time you will do that without my express permission. Is that understood?"

He stared at me, wide-eyed. "Yes, sir," he whispered.

"Good. Now go get cleaned up." I stood and began to remove my uniform while he made a beeline for the bathroom.

He came out a minute later and finished undressing me. I lay on my back and watched him put away my things. When he was done I reached for him, saying, "Come over here. I have something for you." I pulled him down for a long, slow kiss then settled him on his knees by my side. "Suck me," I ordered.

He lowered his head and took me into his mouth. I watched avidly while caressing his ass, letting my fingers wander between his cheeks and down the insides of his thighs. He wiggled around but never lost his stroke. As he sucked me he became hard again.

After many minutes of pure pleasure, I came. He licked me clean and kissed my cock goodnight. I took him into my arms and pulled the covers up over us. His erection pressed against me and I commanded, "You will have to wait until morning. No touching yourself either."

"Yes, sir." Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes. I kissed him reverently and he accepted it as the tribute to him that it was.

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