The BLTS Archive - Trust
by NiomiP. (NiomiP@aol.com)

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December 1997 (revised April 1998)

Cautionary Notes: This work of fiction is RATED NC-17. If you are
under 18 please do not read further. If graphic descriptions of m/f
sexuality, BDSM, and mild bloodsport are not your cup of tea, don't
read this either. (No serious injuries, and there's no more blood than
from a hard bite.) I'm off the hook, I warned you.

General Disclaimer: Everything Star Trek, including characters and
episodes belong to Paramount, Inc. and Viacom. I'm only borrowing
their characters. Please don't sue. (Although, I don't think Paramount
wants this read in court.)

Distribution: Please do not archive without the author's permission.
Please print with the above disclaimers and credits attached.

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Tom lay face down on the bed as B'Elanna continued to massage his
shoulders. She took strong deliberate strokes, moving along the
natural line of his muscles, paying special attention to the knotted
spot in his lower back. "I'm done with this side, now turn over."

"Yes ma'am," Tom replied with a cocky grin. He turned and lay back
down. Before B'Elanna could continue, he reached up and took her face
in his hand and began to kiss her, expressing the desire that was
building in him. She guided him back against the pillows and ran her
hands across his chest and shoulder and down his arm. As B'Elanna
continued to kiss Tom passionately, she took hold of his wrist and
placed the soft cord around it.

"B'Elanna?" Tom had stopped kissing her and asked, "What is this?"

Before she answered she took his other wrist and secured him to the
bed.

"Now this is an interesting situation you have me in," he observed
with only a trace of a smirk . He paused and replied with most of the
bravado gone from his voice, "I didn't realize you would instigate
this sort of thing." She gave him a long contemplative look. She
wanted this to be a novel and bonding experience for them both. He
couldn't quite read what she was thinking. There was something about
B'Elanna's manner that was more serious, not playful. Tom had played
light bandage games with women before, and enjoyed them, but he'd
usually been the one doing the restraining.

"Shhhhh" B'Elanna whispered as she walked to the side table and
removed a dark piece of fabric from a drawer. She ran the fabric
sensuously through her hands as she approached. B'Elanna then sat
close to Tom, looked deeply into his now wide-open blue eyes, and
gently blindfolded him.

"Now, I want you to completely relax. There is nothing but you and I
right now. No ship, no work, no reality other than this one in this
room."

She gently stroked his chest and Tom began to relax. He let go the
tension he'd been keeping in his limbs and replied, "All right. What's
next?"

"The element of surprise," she answered.

Tom didn't know whether to be nervous or excited, but this whole
scenario definitely aroused him. Since he couldn't see, he tried to
listen more intently, trying to decipher what B'Elanna was doing now.
He heard her moving at the foot of the bed. He felt her running her
hand down his thigh to his ankle and then another cord being secured.
Then she moved to the other corner of the bed and completed the
project. Now he was completely secured, exactly the way she wanted
him. Tom heard a sparking sound and then smelled the odor of incense.
B'Elanna stopped for a moment to admire the sight of a very
attractive, very naked, Tom Paris spread-eagle and secured to her bed.
She smiled a knowing smile, and moved to the next stage of the game.
Tom heard her feet tread softly on the carpet and a moment later felt
her kneeling on the bed next to him.

"Do you trust me?" she asked breathing seductively into his ear. The
sensation made the skin on the back of Tom's neck prickle.

"Yes, I trust you."

Tom could feel the heat of her body next to him and smell the scent of
her hair. She poured a small quantity of the oil she had been using on
him before into her palm and rubbed her hands together to warm it. Tom
was startled when she placed her hands on his chest. He hadn't been
expecting the sudden contact and drew a sharp breath. But when she
began to continue the massage he relaxed and exhaled deeply. This was
really very pleasurable, she was paying full attention to him, and
although he couldn't move, he was responding to her touch. He could
feel the soft sheets under him and the odor of the incense mixed with
B'Elanna’s own scent was even more intoxicating.

She continued to massage his chest and up to his arms. Again, working
slowly, sensuously, feeling every nuance of his body. She loved the
feel of him. He was muscular, but not in a way a man like Chakotay
was. Tom was firm, yet his skin was so soft. The contrast never ceased
to delight B'Elanna.

"Tom."

"Yes," he murmured.

"Are you familiar with the Klingon word *voq*?" B’Elanna asked in a
quiet but steady voice.

"No, I'm sorry. What does it mean?"

"It means complete trust. Like the trust a warrior has to have for his
superiors. He trusts them with his life and doesn't question. The same
trust can exist between lovers."

Tom nodded, not sure where this was leading. "Do you think you could
trust me that way? Could you have *voq* in me?"

"B'Elanna, I love you and trust you, and if that fits the meaning of
*voq* than I think I do."

She smiled and stopped her massaging. "Good. I wanted to ask you
first."

"First ?" Tom asked with some trepidation in his voice. "Before what?"
*What have I gotten myself into here?* he thought as she stepped off
the bed and placed her hand over his mouth.

"Shh. Be quiet until I ask you." Her tone carried more authority than
it had a moment before.

Tom found this turn of action one that made him slightly uneasy, but
aroused him also. He obviously had no control over the situation. He
didn't expect it to be so arousing, not just in the physical sense,
but deep in him as well.

Tom again heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing. B'Elanna
came back to the bed and straddled him. She bent down to kiss him
lightly, not letting him insinuate his tongue in her mouth, despite
his attempts to do so. She repeated this fleeting kiss, until he
stopped trying to get the upper hand of it. She then slowly, firmly
placed her mouth on his and opened it with her tongue, penetrating him
as deep as she could, filling his mouth with her. B’Elanna drew back,
pulling on his lower lip with her teeth. "Very nice, she said, once
you let *me* kiss *you*."

Tom started to answer, that he'd enjoyed it too, when she brought her
hand down over his mouth. "I didn't mean that as a question. Now
shhh." She adjusted her position, and began to drag her hair up and
down his body, slowly teasing him with this *almost* touch. The feel
of her soft hair against him made his skin tingle, it was like all of
his body's senses were heightened. She stopped and he felt her weight
on his thighs again.

"Are you familiar with a Klingon *taj*?"

Tom racked his brain, the word was familiar. "Isn't it a small knife?"
he replied.

"Yes, one designed for personal protection. My mother gave me one
once, it was beautiful. I had it up until we were taken here to the
Delta Quadrant. It took a long time for me to save replicator credits
for this one."

*This one?* Tom thought with confusion "Do you ha..." He felt her hand
cover his mouth again.

"I didn't ask a question, Paris. I was just saying how I liked this
one more. I wonder if you will too?"

Tom's pulse rate increased, what was she doing? She was strong enough
to hurt him, but she never would, would she? He felt cold metal
against his chest, causing him to inhale sharply. She gently moved the
blade upwards along his chest, so he could feel the coldness and
hardness of the metal, but so it did not cut his skin. As she did
this, she turned the blade slightly to cut through a few hairs on his
chest. That sensation Tom felt acutely. He didn't want to move or
scream. Either of those things could potentially get him hurt either
purposefully or just by accident. He decided to continue to cooperate.

"You are doing so well, Tom."

B’Elanna moved the blade up against his neck and brushed it against
him softly. He could just feel the edge on his throat. *That thing is
sharp!* She drew the tip of the blade against him, bringing it down to
just below his collarbone and allowed it to prick his flesh. One, then
two drops of blood oozed from the prick, and B'Elanna bent down to
lick them from him. Tom shuddered. He couldn't help it. He was scared,
and at the same time completely aroused. B'Elanna smiled at him and
continued to drag the blade in a criss- cross pattern along his chest,
stopping to slowly circle his nipples. Tom's arousal increased as she
continued slowly working her way down his body with the blade. She
stopped again, just below his rib cage and this time drew a small cut.
Tom inhaled sharply and made a strangled sound. B'Elanna touched the
cut with her fingers and he winced at the sensation. She again bent
down and gently kissed the wound. She continued again with the blade,
tracing his navel and after stopping in a very deliberate fashion,
continued the path down his body towards his erection. Tom felt an
uncontrollable wash of fear and tensed his thighs.

"Tom you are being so cooperative and doing so well. I'm so proud of
you," B'Elanna said as she sensed that he was on the verge of going
from excited to truly frightened. Men just do not like anything sharp
near their private parts. She removed the knife from his skin and Tom
exhaled.

"Are you ready?" she asked in a very even tone.

"For what?" he asked breathlessly. Tom gasped in surprise as she
brought the flat of the blade down on his thigh with a resounding
smack, and he realized what she’d hit him with.

"Are you ready?" she repeated. It was more of a command than a
question.

"Yes. I am ready." He replied, not quite being sure what he'd just
agreed to. Suddenly he felt her all around him, she was laying on top
of him, touching his arms, chest, and thighs. She shifted again and
took him in her. He let go the breath he’d been holding, and started
to moan loudly.

"Shh," she reminded him with a short slap on the cheek. "You can
scream all you want, but not just yet."

B’Elanna began to move on him slowly, deliberately. Tom wanted more,
but couldn't ask. She had total control of his pleasure. She knew his
body well enough to gauge that she was torturing him with her
movements. As B’Elanna began to move more quickly, she felt him react
to the motion, so she slowed and returned to painfully deliberate
strokes. She continued this pattern until he was breathing so hard she
knew his release was inevitable, as was hers.

"Now," she whispered, and began moving in full force, "Who do you
love?" she asked with short ragged breaths.

"You, B'Elanna, you," Tom panted.

"B'Elanna," he screamed as he reached the long-awaited thundering
climax. She followed him a second later. He couldn't sense anything
but the feel of her body, her scent, and then the taste of her as she
kissed him deeply. There was no reality but her.

In a few very still minutes, she moved off of him. And he felt his
feet and hands being untied and then the blindfold being removed. He
rubbed his eyes for a second and looked up into her face. She had the
most sweet smile for him.

She said, " I love you, Tom." And kissed him gently. "I thought you
might like the concept of *voq*. That was what you just experienced
with me."

Tom put his arms around this woman he loved so much, he would die for
her. It had been a very intimate act, much more than just sex.
B’Elanna could see the emotion in his eyes, and she knew she felt it
too.

"Yes, I understand now," Tom answered and stroked her cheek.

They kissed and fell back into the bed and lay a long time in an
entwined embrace.

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The End