Chapter 2: Perks of Being a Captain

Warning - Explicit Content Ahead!

By: Cartooooonz

As they approached the door to Amina's quarters, Mariner felt a familiar rush of excitement. She'd been in plenty of rooms like this over the years—captain's quarters, VIP lounges, even a few illicit hideouts—but something about this felt different. Maybe it was the fact that it was Amina, the woman who always kept her emotions in check but was clearly letting her guard down tonight.

Amina keyed in her access code, the doors sliding open with a soft whoosh, revealing the sleek interior of her private quarters. Mariner whistled low, stepping inside and taking in the room.

"Damn, Ramsey," she said, running a hand along the edge of the pristine desk near the entrance. "You really scored big with this place."

Amina gave a small smile, stepping inside behind her. "There are certain perks to being a captain."

Mariner turned to face her, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Oh, I've seen perks like this before. But I gotta say, this setup's got a real... refined touch."

Amina's smile widened, and she raised an eyebrow. "You haven't even seen the real perks yet."

Mariner's curiosity piqued, her grin widening as she stepped closer. "Oh? What have you been hiding from me, Captain?"

Amina didn't respond immediately. Instead, she walked over to a small control panel on the wall and pressed a few buttons. There was a soft whirring sound, and then, from the ceiling, a set of chains lowered, their cuffs gleaming in the dim light. A moment later, another structure unfolded from a hidden compartment in the wall—a St. Andrew's cross, its polished wood and sturdy design unmistakable.

Mariner's eyebrows shot up, a low, appreciative whistle escaping her lips. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "Looks like someone's taste got a lot more refined since the last time I saw you."

Amina turned to face her, arms crossed, a small, confident smile playing on her lips. "When you're dealing with interspecies dynamics across the galaxy, you learn to be... prepared."

Mariner laughed, stepping closer to the cross, running her fingers along the smooth wood. "Prepared, huh? Looks like you've been doing a lot more than just prepping for your missions."

Amina took a step forward, her voice dropping to that low, commanding tone that always sent a thrill through Mariner. "Sometimes, Beckett, you have to think ahead. Plan for the unexpected. Keep things... under control."

Mariner turned to face her, the playful glint still in her eyes but with a hint of something deeper now. "Oh, I see. Is that what this is about? Keeping me in line?"

Amina's smile was sharp, her eyes gleaming with something dark and inviting. "You did say you needed someone to keep you in check, didn't you?"

Mariner chuckled, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking. "Yeah, but I didn't realize you'd be this... prepared."

Amina didn't flinch, didn't blink. She just stood there, calm and composed, radiating that cool confidence she was known for. "Starfleet captains have to be ready for anything," she said smoothly, her voice low and steady. "Even when it's something a little more... unconventional."

Mariner raised an eyebrow, the teasing smile still playing on her lips. "I always knew you were good at your job, Ramsey, but this? This is next-level preparedness."

Amina stepped even closer, her voice a hushed murmur now, barely audible but charged with meaning. "Are you doubting my ability to handle... unconventional situations, Beckett?"

Mariner's heart raced, her smirk turning into a full grin. "Oh, not at all. I'm just wondering what else you've got hidden around here."

Amina tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing just a fraction. "You'll find out soon enough. But first..." She gestured toward the cross, her smile widening ever so slightly. "Let's see how well you can handle this."

Mariner's breath hitched, the challenge unmistakable in Amina's tone. She could feel the electricity between them building, the tension thickening with every second that passed. But she wasn't about to back down—not now, not ever.

She took a step toward the cross, her hands tracing the padded handcuffs attached at the top, testing their weight. "Oh, I can handle it, Captain," she said, her voice low, teasing. "Question is... can you handle me?"

Amina's smile widened, and for a moment, Mariner could see the spark of excitement in her eyes. There was something different in the way Amina looked at her now—no longer the composed Starfleet officer or the old friend from years ago. This was something darker, more deliberate, something that stirred a familiar heat low in Mariner's chest.

Mariner stood still, her breath hitching slightly as Amina moved toward her, her movements slow, measured. When she finally stopped in front of her, there was barely a breath between them.

"You always did have a way of getting under my skin," Amina murmured, her voice a quiet, intimate rumble. Her fingers brushed lightly against the collar of Mariner's uniform, tracing the edge of the fabric, not quite touching her skin, but close enough to make Mariner's pulse quicken. "But tonight... I think it's time I set the terms."

Mariner swallowed, her grin faltering for just a second before she regained her composure. "You know I'm not much for following rules," she teased, her voice rough around the edges.

Amina's lips curled into a knowing smile, her hand drifting lower, fingers tracing the line of Mariner's uniform. "You don't have to follow them," she said softly, her voice calm but commanding. "You just have to... listen."

Mariner's breath caught in her throat as Amina's fingers slowly undid the first button of her uniform jacket, her movements steady and precise. There was no hesitation, no rush—just that deliberate control that Mariner found both infuriating and intoxicating.

Amina worked her way down, undoing each button with that same slow, unhurried pace, her eyes never leaving Mariner's face. With each movement, the tension between them thickened, the air growing heavier, more charged.

By the time Amina reached the last button, Mariner could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her breath coming faster now. She half expected Amina to yank the jacket off, but instead, Amina paused, her fingers lingering on the fabric for a moment before she gently slid it off Mariner's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a soft heap.

"You like being difficult, don't you?" Amina said, her voice barely a whisper, but with that edge of control that made Mariner's stomach tighten.

"Comes with the territory," Mariner replied, her voice catching slightly as Amina's fingers brushed against the hem of her undershirt, her touch light but purposeful.

Amina's smile didn't waver as she pulled the shirt up along with her bra, over Mariner's head, the cool air hitting her bare skin as the fabric slid away. Amina took her time, folding the shirt neatly before setting it aside, her movements as controlled as ever. It was almost maddening how calm she was, how deliberate. Every touch, every motion was calculated, and Mariner could feel the tension building, knotting in her chest.

But Amina wasn't done. Her fingers moved lower now, tracing the waistband of Mariner's trousers, and Mariner's breath hitched again, her pulse quickening as Amina unfastened them with that same infuriating slowness.

"I've thought about doing this to you for a while. Being able to use my special toys," Amina said softly, her voice teasing but firm as she tugged the trousers down, letting them pool around Mariner's ankles.

Mariner swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure as Amina's fingers trailed lightly up the inside of her thigh, barely touching, just enough to make her shiver.

Amina straightened up, her hands hovering just above Mariner's skin, her gaze never leaving her face. "You're going to learn to behave for me," she murmured, her voice a quiet challenge. 

Mariner's breath caught as Amina's fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down slowly, her touch so light it almost burned. The last layer of clothing fell away, leaving Mariner bare, her skin tingling with anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest.

And through it all, Amina hadn't removed a single piece of her own clothing. She stood there, still fully dressed, her eyes dark and steady as she took in Mariner's bare form. The power dynamic was undeniable now—Amina was in complete control, and Mariner, for once, was letting her take it.

Without another word, the Captain stepped closer, her fingers brushing against Mariner's wrist, guiding her hand to the cuff. The touch was light, almost tentative, but the meaning behind it was clear.

Mariner held her gaze, her pulse pounding in her ears as she let Amina secure the first cuff around her wrist. The soft click of the restraint echoed in the quiet room, sending a shiver down her spine.

Amina's eyes never left hers as she moved to the other wrist, securing it in place with the same quiet precision. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing—just the steady, controlled movements of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

Once both of Mariner's wrists were bound, Amina stepped back, her eyes raking over Mariner's body with an intensity that sent a jolt of heat through her.

"How does that feel?" Amina asked, her voice a low, intimate murmur.

Mariner tugged at the cuffs, testing their hold. They were secure, but not too tight—just enough to remind her that she was at Amina's mercy. And that thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

"Feels... pretty damn good," Mariner replied, her voice rougher now, more ragged. "You're full of surprises, Ramsey."

Amina stepped closer again, her hand brushing against Mariner's arm, sending a wave of heat through her. "You have no idea."

Mariner's eyes darkened, her smirk faltering for just a second as she realized just how far Amina was willing to go. "You're not holding back, are you?"

Amina smiled, the softest hint of a laugh escaping her lips. "Not tonight."

Without another word, the Captain stepped closer, her fingers brushing against Mariner's wrist, guiding her hand to the cuff. The touch was light, almost tentative, but the meaning behind it was clear.

Mariner held her gaze, her pulse pounding in her ears as she let Amina secure the first cuff around her wrist. The soft click of the restraint echoed in the quiet room, sending a shiver down her spine.

Amina's eyes never left hers as she moved to the other wrist, securing it in place with the same quiet precision. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing—just the steady, controlled movements of someone who knew exactly what they were doing and had done it many times before.

Once both of Mariner's wrists were bound, Amina stepped back, her eyes raking over Mariner's body with an intensity that sent a jolt of heat through her.

"How does that feel?" Amina asked, her voice a low, intimate murmur.

Mariner tugged at the cuffs, testing their hold. They were secure, but not too tight—just enough to remind her that she was at Amina's mercy. And that thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

"Feels... pretty damn good," Mariner replied, her voice rougher now, more ragged. "You're full of surprises, Ramsey."

Amina stepped closer again, her hand brushing against Mariner's arm, sending a wave of heat through her. "You have no idea."

Mariner's eyes darkened, her smirk faltering for just a second as she realized just how far Amina was willing to go. "You're not holding back, are you?"

Amina smiled, the softest hint of a laugh escaping her lips. "Not tonight."

Mariner's pulse quickened at those words, her breath hitching as she tugged at the restraints again, her mind racing with the possibilities. Amina had always been full of surprises, but the calm, commanding way she was taking control now had Mariner feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement.

Amina's hand lingered on Mariner's arm for a moment longer before she stepped back, turning toward a sleek storage compartment embedded in the wall. With a quiet click, the door slid open, revealing a carefully arranged collection of... tools. Mariner's eyes widened as Amina selected something from the top shelf—small, slender containers that looked almost like vials, glowing faintly with a strange, iridescent light.

"What's that?" Mariner asked, her voice edged with curiosity as Amina turned back toward her, holding the vials carefully in her hands.

Amina's smile was slow, almost teasing. "Something special," she said, her voice as calm and composed as ever, though there was an unmistakable spark of excitement in her eyes. "Picked it up on a mission a while back. It's not your usual Starfleet issue, but I think you'll appreciate the... effect."

Mariner's brow furrowed slightly, but the thrill of the unknown coursed through her. She loved surprises, and Amina had always been particularly skilled at giving her just the right kind.

Amina approached, setting one of the vials on a small table beside the cross and uncorking the other with a quiet, deliberate motion. The faint glow from the liquid inside illuminated her fingers as she held it up, letting Mariner see the faint shimmer of the substance as it caught the light.

"It's a kind of wax," Amina explained, her voice low, almost intimate. "From a species we encountered in the Delta Quadrant. Their physiology is different from ours, so they use it for... more than just aesthetic purposes. It reacts to body heat, intensifies sensation."

Mariner raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning despite the pounding of her heart. "You always did have a knack for finding the good stuff on your missions."

Amina smiled, moving closer once again. "You know I like to be prepared."

Without breaking eye contact, Amina tipped the vial slightly, letting a single drop of the glowing wax fall from its edge. The liquid shimmered as it fell, catching the light for a brief moment before landing on Mariner's bare chest with a soft hiss.

The sensation hit Mariner like a jolt of electricity—sharp, hot, and intense. She gasped, her body instinctively tensing against the restraints as the heat spread from the point of contact, radiating outward in a slow, pulsing wave. It wasn't painful, not exactly, but it was overwhelming, a sensory overload that left her breathless.

Amina watched her carefully, her gaze steady and controlled. "How does that feel?" she asked, her voice still soft but laced with that quiet authority that made Mariner's stomach twist with want.

Mariner exhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she managed to speak. "It's... intense," she said, her voice rough, strained. "But in a good way."

Amina's smile widened slightly, a pleased glint in her eyes. "Good."

She tipped the vial again, letting another drop fall, this time onto Mariner's stomach. The reaction was immediate—another gasp, another wave of heat, stronger this time, spreading across her skin like wildfire. Mariner's muscles tensed, her breath coming faster now as the sensation coursed through her, every nerve on high alert.

Amina moved with deliberate precision, her hand steady as she let the wax drip in slow, measured intervals down the length of Mariner's body—her chest, her stomach, her thighs. Each drop was met with a sharp intake of breath, Mariner's body reacting to the intense heat and the way it left her skin tingling, alive with sensation.

"You're handling this well," Amina murmured, her voice still soft, though there was an unmistakable edge of satisfaction in it. "Most people would have asked me to stop by now."

Mariner gritted her teeth, her grin returning even through the overwhelming sensation. "You... should know by now, Ramsey," she panted, her voice ragged. "I don't quit that easy."

Amina chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against Mariner's ear. "Good," she whispered, her voice sending another shiver down Mariner's spine. "Because I'm not done yet."

Mariner's pulse raced as Amina stepped back, setting the vial aside and reaching for something else—a slender, curved instrument that glinted in the dim light. Mariner's eyes widened slightly as Amina held it up, showing her the sleek, alien design, the edges smooth and polished to perfection.

"This," Amina said, her voice calm and steady as she held the instrument between her fingers, "is another tool I've found... useful. It's designed to stimulate different types of nerve endings. Works particularly well with the wax."

Mariner swallowed hard, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as Amina stepped closer, the instrument poised in her hand. "You always did like to keep things... interesting," she managed to say, her voice strained but laced with that familiar teasing tone.

Amina's smile widened. "I'm nothing if not thorough."

Without another word, Amina brought the instrument down, the curved tip barely grazing Mariner's skin, right where the wax had settled. The sensation was immediate—sharp, precise, like a spark igniting a fire. Mariner's back arched involuntarily, a low moan escaping her lips as the heat and intensity surged through her, setting every nerve on edge.

Amina moved the instrument slowly, deliberately, tracing the path of the wax with practiced ease. Each stroke sent another jolt of sensation through Mariner's body, her skin tingling, her muscles tensing as the overwhelming heat and pleasure built to a fever pitch.

Mariner tugged at the cuffs again, her breath ragged, her heart pounding in her chest. "You... really weren't kidding about the perks," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own pulse.

Amina smiled, her eyes dark and steady as she continued her careful, measured movements. "I told you," she said softly, her voice calm but laced with a quiet intensity. "You have no idea."

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