.. . . . . as he was. He was very badly aroused now, he suddenly saw. He could feel himself pushing against his uniform trousers, and he wished with all his heart that she would cut them from around his legs as well. "I want you," he whispered to her, his lips brushing over hers as he spoke. "You beg . . . so beautifully . . . " she told him, and he could feel her lips moving as well. "But . . . " and she pulled back, "I will take you when and if I decide that you have earned it." He watched with excitement as, after pulling off his uniform boots, she picked up the knife again and slid it underneath the cuff of his trousers. Slowly, slowly, he felt the edge brush against his skin as it rose along his inner thigh, sending chills along his spine and making goosebumps stand out all over him. When progress would have endan- gered him, she slid the knife up along his abdomen, making him writhe anew as he felt the edge tickling him, his skin's sensitivity now heightened with anticipation. The same sensation met his other leg, and as she then cut away his underclothes, he burst forth, ready and aching horribly for her. He was completely unclothed, and completely at her mercy. She turned and threw the knife hard; it thudded into the wall oppo- site them, the Starfleet doctor supine and defenseless and the Ish- tarian woman who had made him that way. |