Elizabeth was the picture of professionalism. As the chief physician on a spectacularly expensive cruiser, she was expected to be. She dressed in pencil skirts, blouses and heels, thick brown hair pulled back into a French twist. Her adept, long fingers sorted through packages of sterilised blades and gauze - it was late night, and she was alone in her private infirmary. This was where she served members of the ship's crew and the Solar System's military that captained and patrolled the not particularly battle-worthy cruiser.
He had dropped by with the guise of a simple once over, but with the intention of something more. As the ship's captain, whatever he want, he got - and Elizabeth was not going to be the exception.
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Once the exam was over - it had been completed in total silence - the Captain decided he'd put his plan into action. He watched Elizabeth move away from him, eyes on her ass.
As she turned her back on him to open the door, he moved quickly, pressing up against her and pushing the door shut. He pressed her against it, the doorknob digging into her hip - she gasped and wriggled in an attempt of escape. "Ouch! Get off! What do you think you're doing?" She near growled at him, and he grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around, though his body was still kept flush against her own. He grinned, wolfishly, down at her, "I want you." His knee jerked forward, splitting her knees apart and lifting up to rub between her thighs. Elizabeth, however, was having none of this. She pushed hard at his chest, tried to tear away, to squeeze her legs shut again, but he merely grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. He was far too strong for her, she knew it, he knew it, and he leaned even harder against her, his breath hot against her mouth.
"I'll give you three chances to say no." He murmured, "I'll leave, if by the time you reach the fourth you still say no." And before she could reply, his free hand shoved a bandage into her mouth and stifled any further cries. He released her hands momentarily, and she took that moment to slap him with as much force as she could muster - and while he was momentarily stunned, he quickly grabbed her wrists again and forced them behind her back, forcing her to arch up against him. She issued muffled cries and curses from behind the bandage in her mouth, and he wrapped more of the stuff around her captured wrists, tying tight enough to keep her bound but not enough to cut off circulation.
With her hands taken care of, his own were now free to roam across the body he'd longed for. His face pressed against her neck, inhaling her delicious scent, and his hands rested first against her hips, one palm then sliding down to her tight ass which he gripped possessively. He had never wanted one woman so badly in his entire life - in fact, he'd thought himself asexual before he'd laid eyes on her. He didn't care how much she despised him, or was disgusted by him - he would have her. She tensed beneath his hands, her head arched back, still proud even trussed and pinned. He kissed her neck abruptly, devouring her skin with his mouth as if he was parched for thirst. He licked, bit, sucked, ran the tip of his tongue across her pulse and then settled there, working on it for an agonising few moments. He felt her pulse flutter and thud quicker beneath his tongue and teeth, and he grinned against her beautiful neck. Slowly his lips moved across her neck, to the dip before her collarbone, and he devoured her there, too, before traveling upwards towards her chin and lower lip. He bit it, gently, and when she made a sharp 'huff' sound beneath the bandages he smirked and moved his head to kiss and lick her left ear. A blush went up across her cheeks - momentarily, but he saw it and felt a thrill of pleasure shoot directly down to the already throbbing heat between his thighs. His tongue delved into the whorl of her ear and around it, and when her blush returned he ever so gently leaned up to remove the bandage half from her mouth, brows arching questioningly.
"Well?" He asked, and she glared at him with those stormy brown eyes and snapped a cold, "No, get
off
me you anima-" But he'd shoved the bandage back into place and now lifted his hands to her blouse. His languid licking of her neck was long gone now, with a sharp tug he'd ripped the buttons from their seams and burst the blouse open. Her breasts were modest, covered by a lacy black bra, and their perky shape nearly made his mouth water. He kissed from her collarbone to her cleavage, skipped across her bra and lowered himself to his knees as he spent more time licking her bellybutton, while his hands shoved her pencil skirt up some until he could touch at the gap of skin between stocking and panties. Her back was arched now, her face flushed and her breathing heavy through her nose. Elizabeth desperately tried to regain her senses, tried to remind herself how much she loathed the man currently on his knees before her - but she was fighting a losing battle. When he reached up yet again to pull the bandage from her mouth, she could only muster a sharp but breathy, "
No
-" before he'd shoved it back in.
He pushed her skirt up further, and without warning pressed his face in between her legs, kisses planted on the few inches of bare thigh he was presented with. His kisses took him further up until he reached those black lace panties, and while he held her legs apart he pressed his mouth against her cunt, tongue slivering out from between his lips to caress her pussy with flimsy panty cloth still in between. The friction of his tongue against her panties against her cunt caused Elizabeth to gasp from behind the bandages, and she involuntarily arched against his wanton mouth. A red blush of mixed rage, shame and absolute arousal covered her cheeks, and she squirmed momentarily until he grabbed her hips and forced her to stay still. His ministrations against her pussy were agonisingly incredible, and her breath became shorter by the moment, breasts rising and falling with each quick, sharp breath. The bandage wetly fell from her open mouth eventually, and she murmured a faint, "N... no..."
He stopped. He looked up at her, and she looked down at him, the lust obvious in her gaze and in the growing wetness of her panties - but her mouth was saying otherwise. Arching a brow, he licked his lips and slowly rose into a stand once again, the hardness of his erection pressing against his hip when he leaned against her again. "Are you sure?" He whispered, voice rough with demand. While he did not love her, and she did not love him by a mile, they both clearly wanted and needed each other more than anything in the world. His hand slid between her thighs, fingers touching daintily against the hem of her panties as he waited for her answer. She took gasps of air, her mind a mess, and when her legs shifted ever so slightly apart he slipped two fingers underneath her panties and to the slick wet lips of her pussy. Her eyes closed, head arched back and she pushed up against him, moaning with complete, wanton lust, "No!" She cried out, "No, yes, yes, do it --" And then his mouth clashed with hers, and finally it was not just him doing her for she returned the kiss with power and passion, their tongues fighting for dominance between their lips. He explored her mouth as thoroughly as he possibly could, and when they drew apart a link of saliva kept their tongues connected for an extra moment before breaking and dripping onto her chin - he happily sucked it up and she gasped in response.