Note: This is a ‘missing’ scene from IMALL. Uh huh, after the ‘Beka in a towel’ bit.

Dylan didn’t realise he’d been holding his breath until he left the Maru and let it out in a gust. Oh man! Did I ever make a fool out of myself there? Beka in a towel, wet... Dylan let his mind wander back to the image of his first officer standing in front of him, drops of water running down the creamy, smooth skin. She’d stood there and made him feel overdressed. She seemed so comfortable talking to me in just a towel and I stammered like a teenage fool.

Dylan considered the possibility that Beka knew he harbored certain thoughts about her. If she didn’t before she does now he thought. A sudden light went on in his head, the kiss when Elssbet and I left in the Maru, giving me the map to Tarn Vedra alone, the standing around in a towel...Beka wants me too!

Dylan almost sprinted back up the ramp into the Maru. He had a moment of hesitation at the door to Beka’s cabin but it vanished when the door opened and Beka was standing there naked.

Beka licked her lips and said, "What took you so long? I was beginning to get cold."

Dylan was temporarily robbed of the power of speech and he answered her by placing a hand on each side of her face and stepping forwards into a kiss. Her lips were soft and slightly parted; Dylan teased her lips open with his tongue and plundered her mouth. Beka’s arms moved around him and he felt her breasts pressing tightly against his chest.

Beka pulled back for a moment and sealed the door. She turned back and flicked one of the closures of Dylan’s uniform open. "I like a man in uniform" she said, "But right now I’d prefer you out of it."

Dylan almost tore the fabric in his haste to press his flesh against hers but she stopped him a gentle kiss, "Slowly Dylan, I want to enjoy this" she said as she walked away from him and lay on the bed propping herself on one elbow. "Strip for me Dylan, I want to watch you."

Dylan swallowed, he felt his temperature rise at the sensual, domineering voice. He slowly peeled off his uniform jacket, letting it slide down onto the floor. His shirt was next, one button at a time, exposing his strongly muscled chest. Beka was watching him, her eyes dark with lust. Dylan gasped as he saw her reach up and stroke a nipple into a hard peak.

"Do you want to do this?" She asked. Dylan stepped forwards, "Ah ah ah" she said, "I didn’t say you could: I just asked if you wanted to." She sat up and pinched her other nipple lightly.

"Oh God yes. I want to touch you" breathed Dylan.

Beka smiled as she caressed herself, "You can touch me if I like the way you get undressed for me. Nice and slow."

Dylan groaned at the sight of Beka pleasuring herself on the bed in front of him and controlled the urge to rip off his pants and take her hard and fast. It was difficult to unfasten his pants and he exhaled in relief as the painfully tight material was pulled away and only his underwear confined him. He almost lost his balance bending over to pull off his boots. A squeal of surprise escaped him as Beka’s hand landed forcefully on his ass.

"What’s wrong Dylan?" Beka asked with an evil grin, "The big, strong captain can’t take a little spanking?"

Dylan kicked off his last boot and stood in front of Beka, "I can take anything you want to give Beka. It was just unexpected, that’s all."

Beka smiled and lay back, "Oh I can give things good little High Guard captains have never dreamed about."

Dylan stepped out of his pants and leaned over the bed. Holding himself above Beka with one hand on either side he looked into her eyes and said, "I may be a High Guard captain but I am neither good nor little." He could see the excitement in her eyes. She had the upper hand right now but soon it would be his turn. Dylan was determined not to leave this room until Beka had been more thoroughly pleasured that she’d ever been before.

"I can see that you’re not little" Beka said as she traced a line up his cock with one finger through the thin fabric of his underwear, "What about being good?"

"I’ll be good and bad and everything in between for you Beka" he said as he lowered his face and gently licked her lips. She opened her mouth and he sucked and nibbled her before flicking his tongue into her mouth.

Beka’s hands moved down the line of his spine and rested at the small of his back. She pulled away from his kiss. "I said you could touch me when you were undressed. You aren’t undressed Dylan, maybe you need to learn that this is my ship and here I give the orders."

Dylan stood up beside the bed. He dropped his underwear revealing a large and very hard erection. Dylan put his hands behind his back, smiled and assumed parade stance. "Awaiting your pleasure Captain Valentine," he said.

Beka leaned towards him and licked his cock slowly up from the base to the tip. Dylan held in a gasp as she licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip. He couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped him as Beka swirled her tongue around his cockhead.

"You like that don’t you? Would you like more?" Beka looked up at him.

"Yes, I want more. Please."

Beka surprised him by backing off, "Tough Dylan, you touched me before you’d finished undressing. You don’t get to do what you want. Now bend over," and she picked up a slipper that was lying next to the bed. "It’s time for some discipline."

Dylan bit his lip and pretended to look nervous. As soon as he’d turned around and bent over a big grin spread across his face.

SMACK! Dylan’s eyes widened: Beka had put quite a lot of force into it. The slipper had a rubber sole and it had stung.

SMACK! Dylan’s cock throbbed as the slipper descended, stinging his ass in the most pleasurable way.

SMACK! "Are you going to be good Dylan?"

Dylan didn’t reply.

SMACK! Dylan was panting for breath now, one more slap on his backside and he knew he’d shoot his load. It didn’t happen. Dylan heard in disappointment the slipper being tossed away. He reached for his cock; desperate for release only to have the breath knocked out of him as Beka slid an ice cube between his legs and onto his overheated cock.

"Uhh...no...Beka, don’t. Please" he begged, trying to halt her hand by trapping it between his thighs. Beka reached around him with the other hand and pinched the head of his cock.

"Behave Dylan," she said, "You don’t cum until I say you can." Dylan grunted from the sudden pain and fell sideways onto the bed. "I see I’m going to have to be firm with you" said Beka, reaching into a small cupboard next to the bed. She turned around holding a pair of soft cuffs held together with a short length of rope.

Dylan’s brows rose, "Uh uh, no way. You are not going to tie me up."

"Suit yourself," said Beka getting off the bed and reaching for a robe.

"OK, OK!" Dylan said and held his wrists out.

"No not like that: up against the headboard,"

Dylan shifted up the bed and let Beka fasten the cuffs around his wrists and through the bars of the headboard. He was now flat on his back with his arms stretched above his head. He felt very vulnerable and the sense of being completely under Beka’s power was a big turn on.

Beka was watching him; "You get a big kick out of dominant women don’t you. What did you and Elssbet do while you were playing matchmaker between her and Tyr’s friend?" She saw a slight flush creep up Dylan’s chest. "Aha! You did, didn’t you? Did she beat you up first?"

Beka could read him far too well Dylan thought as Beka laughed. The answer to her question must have shown on his face because Beka slapped him across the face. Dylan felt his cock thickening again.

"You are one sick puppy Dylan."

"Hey, I’m not the one tying people up."

"Hmm. I see I’m going to have to do something about that smart mouth" said Beka. She hopped off the bed and opened her closet. Dylan waited to see what piece of kinky equipment she’d pull out. He was surprised but not disappointed when a pair of black silky panties was stuffed into his mouth. "I was wearing those today" whispered Beka, her breath tickling his ear. "I was thinking of you while I wore them. Can you taste how I was feeling?"

Oh Beka, you were feeling horny. The taste and scent of Beka was overwhelming. He looked up at Beka sitting beside him, sipping a glass of iced water. He shivered at the dreamy look she was giving his, once again, hard cock. Not the ice again, please.

Beka apparently wasn’t responding to telepathic pleas for mercy. She crawled down the bed and licked Dylan’s cock again. Dylan wriggled at the touch of the freezing cold tongue. Beka sucked a small ice cube out of her glass with a mouthful of water and put the glass down. She turned to Dylan and straddled his chest, and then she slid slowly down his body leaving a trail of warm wetness down him. Dylan almost came as Beka allowed his cock to penetrate a few centimeters into her on her downward voyage. She stopped and lifted herself off him and then stroked her cunt down the outside of his shaft. Finally she sat on his thighs, holding him down and bent down to suck his cock.

Dylan spat out the panties and screamed. Cold! Cold! He tried to buck Beka off but she held firm and moved her mouth further down his shaft. Dylan groaned as the cold water swirled around him, making him soft. A trickle escaped and chilled his balls. Dylan began to curse slowly and quietly. He’d forgotten about his vow to pleasure Beka to within an inch of her life: right now he just hoped Beka would let him cum and escape.

The water around Dylan’s cock was warming up and Dylan moaned, as the previously painful sensations became intensely arousing. Before he was completely hard again Beka swallowed the water. She moved up over his cock again and gripped it. Beka rubbed the tip of his swelling cock against her clit and then suddenly slammed down, yelling and contracting around him as she came.

Dylan was sweating as he tried to thrust into her. "Damn it Beka, let me cum!" He yelled at the suddenly limp woman sprawled across him.

Beka turned her head towards him, smiled and bit down hard on Dylan’s right nipple. The pain went straight to his cock and he whimpered. Beka slapped his cheek and scratched his chest. She slid off him and licked her juices off his stomach. Dylan closed his eyes as she nipped and sucked his skin. She pulled his legs apart and knelt between them, taking his thick cock in her hot mouth. Dylan was at breaking point when he heard the ominous clink of ice in a glass. His eyes flew open just too late to see Beka slip an ice cube out of the glass but not too late to see where she was putting it. Beka rammed the ice deep into Dylan’s asshole following it with two fingers, the ice and the fingers hit his prostate.  Dylan screamed as cum shot out of him with a force he’d never felt before.

Dylan was still seeing stars when he felt Beka release his wrists. "I’ve never done anything like that before" he tried to say. It came out a bit garbled, not surprisingly.

"Oh I have lots more to show you Dylan" whispered Beka, caressing his spent cock. "Next time guess what part of you I’m going to tie up...."

The End?

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