Taming of Tom Paris, Part 23


By Britta


Gamma shift sucked. That was the only word I could come up with to describe it. Tom's influence was clearly rubbing off on me I thought, as I sat in the Captain's chair, too tired to even adjust my position to give my aching ass a break.
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It was only an hour into my new duty shift and I was still regretting what Tom and I had done the night before. Not that it hadn't been fun, to the contrary, it had been very enjoyable. Tom was incredibly inventive but I was too old for this.
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Not only did my ass hurt but my legs, arms, back and shoulders as well. Every muscle in my body, with the exception of my tongue, cried out for some sort of relief.
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I sighed loudly and one of the junior crew took that to mean I needed something.
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He bounced to his feet energetically and snapped to attention. "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"
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Rubbing a hand over my face, I thought about it for a moment and replied, "Yes. You can take over for a minute while I take care of something."
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"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" he practically shouted at me. Beaming with pride, he took the center seat, sitting ramrod straight and I escaped to the Ready Room.
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Once inside, I checked on the status of our rations and found we had far more than I thought. Looking over the records, I saw that Tom had deposited quite a few while I'd been napping this evening.
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I yawned and tried to stretch out the kinks but it didn't help much. I knew I had to resort to caffeine and so replicated an entire pot of coffee with chocolate in it.
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I poured myself a huge mug full of the stuff and stuck the pot on the warming pad. Hopefully this would get me through the shift.
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Taking the mug, I went back to the bridge and reclaimed the big chair. I sipped the strong brew and tasting the chocolate reminded me of all the sweet things Tom had replicated for our dessert a la Debbie.
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I smiled thinking how Tom had found out the hard way that caramel is hell to remove from chest hair. The marshmallow creme hadn't been all that easy either. My guess was he'd stick to the chocolate and butterscotch sauces next time.
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Gods, what a mess we'd made. The blanket was a disaster by the time we were through. Whipped cream everywhere....
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I sighed again, this time more quietly and thought that while it had been fun at the time, I was certainly paying for it now and had been all day long. Even a lengthy soak in the tub hadn't helped much. The shift crept by at a snail's pace and my thoughts wandered to what I'd do when I got home. Tom would be gone and I'd be alone. I hoped I'd sleep so we could have the evening together but I had a feeling that I'd be too wound up to go to bed right away.
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After enduring a shift filled with the over exuberance of bright, young things, all of whom were Starfleet issue, I was relieved by the Captain at 0800 on the dot.
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We exchanged a few words and I saw how amused she was at my predicament.
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Smiling, she suggested, "Why don't you arrange to have at least one familiar face join you for gamma shift? I realize that most of your crew have more experience than some of mine but perhaps they should work together. It might benefit all of them."
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"You have a point," I replied. "I'll take it into consideration. Just don't be too surprised at the changes I make."
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She patted me on the shoulder companionably and said, "I won't. Now go get some rest. That's an order."
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"Yes, ma'am."
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I entered the turbolift and yawned. I'm sure I looked like hell but the caffeine buzz was still with me.
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When I got home, I found a mushy note from Tom promising that he'd stop by at lunch to check on me. I smiled and thought I'd give up time on the holodeck to be able to see him right then.
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I changed into my robe and got myself some herbal tea. I needed to dilute and flush the caffeine from my system and this was the best way I knew how. It was probably more a psychological thing but I didn't care. If it worked, that's what counted.
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I estimated I had another hour or so before I'd relax enough to fall asleep. What to do until then? I spied the viewer and the answer came to me with perfect clarity.
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Watch more of Tom's vid.
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I hadn't looked at it in a few days and all I'd done since was make enormous mistakes. Perhaps seeing more of it, I'd avoid making additional ones.
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Rooting around until I found the correct disk, I inserted it into the viewer and said, "Playback."
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Tom appeared, naked. He also couldn't sit still. I wondered why he was so jumpy until he said breathlessly, "I did it. I offered myself to Chakotay and he said YES! He accepted me! I just can't get over it. It's so exciting..."
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I paused the vid at that point. Tom looked so happy I wanted to freeze that picture in my mind forever. He was absolutely incandescent with joy. I applied a special marker at that particular place so that I could find it again easily.
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I resolved then and there to make a permanent copy of that image. It would take a few of our replicator rations but it would be worth it. I wanted to see that expression on his face as often as possible and having a physical representation to look at whenever I could would be a good reminder for me of what I wanted to strive for.
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With that thought, I restarted the vid and heard him continue, "...I mean he told me that because I belonged to him that I would live with him and he upped and moved me into his quarters instantly. This was after he cried. Did I mention that he cried? Well, he did. The man shed actual tears when I asked him to have me. I still can't believe it."
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Tom shook his head and smiled so widely I thought his face would split in half. I sipped my tea and wondered tiredly why I hadn't made time lately to watch this incredible vid.
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He went on and on about how thrilled he was that I'd accepted him as my own and then he started squirming again and admitted that when I'd taken him that night I'd been a little rougher than usual.
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My drooping eyelids opened a bit wider at that and I listened as closely as I could.
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"...it was *more* than worth it. The power I felt coming from him erased all the discomfort. Gods, it turned me on so much when he was being forceful. I didn't realize what that master thing meant to me until now.
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"It's like when I give up control to him I don't have to worry about my actions, it's not my fault...whatever happens. He takes responsibility for everything: his pleasure, my pleasure, his actions, my reactions. He carries the burden for a while and I don't have to anymore. I just let go and fly."
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He sat back, a dazed expression on his face, reflecting the bewilderment he felt at the joy of submitting to my will.
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I paused the vid and thought about that. He *would* find it comforting if I took the blame for whatever happened between us. Too many times wrong-doing had been laid at his feet. Sometimes it was his fault but I had a feeling sometimes it wasn't and of course that made it difficult for him to sort out which was which unless it was obvious.
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When he gave up all control to me then he could do no wrong because I told him how to behave, how to think, what to feel. No wonder he felt free. His own natural reactions were superseded by my instructions.
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Hmm, as fascinating as this train of thought was, I was getting sleepy. I thought I'd just rest my mind a minute and listen to Tom's voice. I restarted the vid and listened to him speak. My head went down to lie on my folded arms and my eyes closed so that I could concentrate.
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He droned on about a variety of things and I vaguely wondered why he was talking about vegetables but it didn't matter too much. As long I could hear his voice I was content.
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I woke up a long time later with an extremely stiff neck. The disk had played through to the end and stopped, ejecting itself from the viewer which is what I suspected had woken me.
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I rose from the table and stumbled into the bedroom too tired to care about anything except getting into bed. I managed this feat without too much trouble and snagged Tom's pillow, hugging it closely. Breathing in his scent and recalling the timbre of his voice from his vid, I fell back to sleep in an instant.
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At some point I woke up, disturbed by something nebulous, out of place. I opened my eyes to see Tom tip-toeing around the bedroom in the dim light. He aimed a tricorder at me and frowned. Preparing a hypospray, he approached my side of the bed stealthily.
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I played opossum to see what he was up to. As he leaned over me to administer the shot, I grabbed his wrist and twisted, forcing him to drop it.
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"Ow! Let go!" he said loudly, surprised by my move.
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"Not until you explain what you were trying to do." I rasped out. Grabbing the hypo with my other hand, I yanked Tom down onto the bed, releasing his wrist in the process.
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He rolled awkwardly over my body and turned onto his side, scowling at me. "I was just going to give you a muscle relaxant and a pain killer," he explained as he rubbed his wrist.
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"Why?"
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He sighed heavily. "Because you obviously need it. When I came in to check on you, I found you curled into a giant knot. You looked really uncomfortable so I scanned you and the tricorder showed your tension level to be much higher than the norm. Also, you were sore all day yesterday and I thought this might help."
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"Oh. In that case you can go ahead." I handed him the hypospray and allowed him to dose me.
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He set it against my neck and I felt a slight sting then almost instant relief flooded my body.
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"Yes, *Master*," he said sarcastically as he finished the job and made to rise.
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If I'd had more energy, I'd have smacked him for that remark. Instead, I decided to deal with it later. Taking his wrist carefully in my hand, I kissed it and inquired, "Did I hurt you?"
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He looked at me and his expression changed, softened a little. "No. Well, not much."
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"I'm sorry. You surprised me and I don't like surprises of that kind. If you ever feel the need to do something like this again, tell me first." I gazed at him, hoping he would understand why I reacted the way I did.
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He leaned over and stroked my face. "OK. I'll do that. No more sneak attacks. Now, you need to get back to sleep. I may have to work late because the Doc wants me to help him with something. If I have to, I'll leave you a message, OK?"
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I nodded once and felt my eyes close even though I tried hard to keep them open.
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Tom exhaled loudly and I could just imagine him shaking his head at me.
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I felt him move about, tucking the covers around me. Then he kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Sleep tight."
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I did.
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When I woke up again I felt so much better I could swear I had dreamed the last 24 hours. I was hungry and wanted a shower badly. Checking the time, I realized it was quite late. Tom should have been home by now. I detoured to the terminal looking for messages and found one from him.
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He was going to be held up for quite some time. I knew he'd spent the morning dealing with reports, which I had to handle while I was on duty tonight, but the afternoon was spent in Sickbay with him learning more of whatever the Doctor deemed necessary to teach. I was disappointed that we wouldn't get to spend more time together this evening but I'd take whatever I could get.
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I showered and made my way to the mess hall. There was some dinner left over from earlier and Neelix and Seven were both present when I arrived.
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I asked, "Is there anything here I can eat?"
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Neelix smiled and replied heartily, "Of course there is, Commander. I know who needs to eat what when, at least among the senior staff." He began filling a plate for me.
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At my puzzled expression he continued, "I know who has had what meal and who has replicated something to eat. You haven't done either and so I saved you some of this wonderful fruit and noodle dish called kliori. It's rather bland in my opinion but I think you might find it quite tasty."
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We looked at Seven to see her reaction and she nodded in agreement. "It is an acceptable meal, Commander. I recommend it above the other choices you have."
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Taking the plate, I nodded at the two of them. "Thank you. I appreciate it."
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I moved to a table as far away from them as possible so I would not be distracted by watching them re-enact for the umpteenth time, the Talaxian/Borg version of billing and cooing.
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For fruit and noodles, a combination I'd never imagined, it wasn't bad. The fruit was salty and the noodles extremely chewy but it was edible.
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I finished my meal quickly and left the mess hall feeling full, though not satisfied. I checked Tom's location and found him still to be in Sickbay. Deciding I didn't want to wait any longer to see him, I chose to exercise executive privilege and headed in that direction.
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On my way there, my thoughts drifted back to that hazy time when he'd woken me during lunch. I recalled his sarcastic "Yes, Master" remark and intended to bring that up with him. The more I thought about it, the more unhappy I became. It was uncalled for and disrespectful as well. My feelings were hurt. I admitted that to myself and stopped by a deserted observation lounge to indulge in a few minutes of thinking.
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Had the last several days' events usurped my authority over Tom? I began to wonder. Yes, I'd made mistakes but I'd paid for them and apologized. I didn't think I'd treated him badly while I'd made amends. So where did he get off addressing me in that manner? I'd *never* required him to call me 'Master'.
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I didn't feel it was right for him to be put through the complete submissive routine. I thought he'd balk if I ordered him around the way many doms did their subs. He wasn't entirely comfortable with his submission in any way except sexually.
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As it was, I mitigated things for him but perhaps he needed more rather than less. I thought back to the portion of his vid that I'd viewed this morning and wondered how much he liked it when I extended my control into the areas of our life beyond the sexual. So far, he hadn't said too much about it but then he hadn't complained too much either.
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I recalled the beginning of the accelerated cross-training period and how strict I'd been with him then. We'd had many discussions and he'd taken quite a few trips over my knee at that time but things had changed and we'd moved past that point. Perhaps it needed to be revisited.
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I decided that Tom would be punished for this lapse but not in the usual manner. We would have a talk this evening before I had to go on duty and I would explain it to him then.
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With that settled in my mind, I went to Sickbay. On my way again, I checked the time. It was almost 2100.
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As I strode down the corridor, the doors opened and Tom stepped out. He saw me and smiled, the first signs of weariness apparent on his face. He'd put in a long shift.
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He came to me and said, "You look a lot better than you did earlier. You also have great timing; the Doc just let me go."
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I replied, "I feel much better, thank you. What about you? Did you have anything to eat?" At that point my concern for his well-being overrode everything else.
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"Yeah. The Doc insisted I take a dinner break. He sent me off to the mess hall a few hours ago where I encountered the most bizarre combo of pasta and fruit."
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I took his hand and we strolled toward the 'lift. I half smiled at him and said, "I had the same thing for dinner. At least it was better than the hair pasta Neelix tried to foist off on us before."
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Tom chuckled at that and agreed. The 'lift doors opened and we stepped inside. Remaining silent, we held hands and waited to be deposited on our deck.
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He must have sensed my emotional state because he didn't make a single move toward me the whole time. It was either that or he was more tired than I thought. I didn't know for sure so decided to wait and see how he behaved when we got home.
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The doors shut behind us and he immediately headed into the bedroom. I was, of course, already out of uniform and wearing my most comfortable off-duty clothes. I followed him and watched as he undressed. When he was nude and would have come to me, I stopped him by saying, "Put your robe on."
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I didn't wait to see his expression change but returned to the living area and sat down at the table.
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When he joined me with a puzzled look on his face, I requested that he bring me a mug of tea and told him he could have anything he liked, even alcohol.
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Perhaps it was my tone of voice, I don't know. He looked at me oddly and did as I bid, setting a mug in front of me. It appeared he was uncomfortable wearing his robe. It seemed to get in his way as he replicated a double scotch for himself.
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That's when I realized he was truly unnerved. It wasn't my intention to scare him so I waited until he was seated across from me and before he could take a sip, I stood and took his hands in mine then leaned down to kiss him, just once. I put all the love I had into that kiss then said softly, "Tom, we need to talk."
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He gripped my hands so tightly his knuckles went white and he said, "It's about what I did earlier isn't it?"
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"Yes, it is. I want to discuss that." I kissed his hands and pulled free of them then checked his right wrist. "Does this feel OK now?"
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He frowned a little and said hurriedly, "Yes. It's fine. Chakotay, I'm really sorry for sneaking up on you like that. I wasn't thinking about how you'd react. I also want to apologize for waking you up in the first place. It's just that I worry about you whenever I'm not around to take care of you. I *hate* working different shifts!"
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I kissed his wrist again and went back to sit in my chair. Sighing as he swallowed a third of his drink at once, I waited until he was calmer before I said, "I understand that you feel obligated to take care of me. I love you for that. I, too, feel a responsibility toward you and will always do the best I can to make sure you're all right." I paused to sip some tea.
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Tom started to speak but I held up a hand and stated, "However, mutual caring aside, I am far more upset by the comment you made when you gave me the hypo." I rose from my seat and paced for a moment or two.
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He drank more of his scotch and silently watched every move I made.
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I turned to face him and said quietly, "I have never told you to call me Master. I have allowed you much more freedom simply because of our circumstances out here and also because of your nature. I admit that sometimes I'm wrong and I'm learning to deal with that but in something as basic as disrespect I don't think I can be too far off the mark. I know it when I hear it, especially coming from you."
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He looked up at me and I saw the realization of what he'd done cross his face. He downed the rest of his drink in one gulp and set aside the glass. Then he rose to his feet and approached me.
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He dropped to his knees in front of me and reached out to grab hold of my legs but I pulled him upright and said, "Don't."
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I took him into my arms and held him for a moment. He was shaking.
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He whispered, "Oh gods! I'm so sorry Chakotay. I wasn't even thinking when I said that. I didn't mean it. It just slipped out."
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When he'd calmed down a little, we returned to our chairs. He reached for his nearly empty glass and drank the few remaining drops in it. He sighed and said, "I expect to be punished for doing that."
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I sipped my now lukewarm tea and answered calmly, "You will be."
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He looked at me sorrowfully and rose, carefully putting his glass into the recycler. Then he headed toward the bedroom and I asked, "Tom, what are you doing?"
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He turned back to gaze at me steadily and replied, "I'm going to get the strap."
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"No. Don't." I stood, walked over to the sofa and commanded, "Come over here and sit down."
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He looked surprised but did as I said.
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Once he was seated beside me I went on, "I am not going to beat you or spank you for this."
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"You're not?" He looked confused. "But you said I would be punished and I know I deserve it. Gods, I feel awful for what I did."
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I knew he meant it and I began to explain but he jumped in too quickly.
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"Cha, what are you going to do to me?" He sounded miserable already.
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"Nothing." I responded quietly. "Absolutely nothing. Not for quite some time. I think you need to know that making love is a privilege and not a right. I am revoking that privilege and will do absolutely nothing to you for as long as I see fit."
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He gaped at me incredulously, mouth hanging open, eyes wide and I continued, "You need a lesson and this is one way to teach you."
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His jaws snapped shut as I rose from the sofa and ordered, "Stay here until I come back."
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I went into the bedroom and changed into my uniform. No need to parade my naked body in front of him if I wasn't going to allow him to touch it in the near future.
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When I was dressed, I returned to the living area and said, "I'm going on duty now. I'll see you tomorrow. Get some rest." I leaned down and kissed him chastely on the cheek then left our quarters.
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It was too early for me to relieve Tuvok from the bridge so I went to my office. I spent half an hour rearranging schedules, making sure the mix of seasoned crew and relative greenhorns was a thorough one. After all this time in the Delta Quadrant no one could be really called inexperienced but there were those who needed to learn that the 'Fleet way wasn't the only way to do things.
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Once I settled in for babysitting the bridge crew for the night, I let my thoughts go to Tom. I expected that he would have a hard time over the next few days. Since I'd instructed him not to masturbate it would be even more difficult for him to handle his sexual tension.
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It wouldn't be pleasant for me either, especially now that I'd become used to having him whenever I wanted him but I was determined to follow through on this course of action.
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In some ways, our working different shifts would make it easier. I had no concrete idea how long this situation would last as it all came down to how Tom reacted over the next few days.
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I felt bad when I saw the stunned look on his face as I left our cabin. Still, I hoped that he'd take his punishment without complaint. If I saw him react negatively in any way, it would be prolonged.
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My bridge shift stretched out before me and in order to turn my thoughts away from the unpleasant reality of disciplining Tom in the way I had chosen to, I picked up the first of the many reports I had to look over.
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The first padd contained an encrypted, sexy love note from Tom describing the joys of sucking my cock in excruciating detail.
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I sighed to myself and guessed I wouldn't be escaping my thoughts after all.

END OF PART 23

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