Jori's Diary 4
Du/f, K, NC-17

Disclaimer: Kira, Dukat, the Cardassian race and Deep Space Nine are the property of Paramount. Jori is our own creation. The stories themselves belong to kira-nerys and Moriahlin. No infringement with Viacom's copyright is intended. No profit being made from this.

Summary: Dukat wakes up alone and tied up. What is going on?

Series: This is part 4 in a series. The previous installments can be found in here

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*** THE PAST ***

His hands were tied securely to something and he couldn't move his legs either. Spread eagle, naked, vulnerable. Someone had put a blindfold on him too. How did he get here? What had happened? He tried to regain control of his fears and slow his ragged breathing. There was such a silence around him. He knew he was alone. It was dark, no light seeped through the cloth that covered his eyes. He waited. Listened and waited. As the minutes stretched out and became an eternity his fears grew.

* * *

She entered the room silently. The doors hissed shut behind her and she made no other noise. She watched the long limbed man lying there, utterly vulnerable. A rush she had never expected ran through her at the prospect of having him at her mercy. Flashes of their last night together crowded in her mind and she felt her arousal intensify.

* * *

"Who are you?" he asked, hating the tremble in his voice. He was slightly frightened. Images of the Obsidian Order ran through his mind. Images of all those enemies; all waiting to kill him. What was going to happen to him and where was he? He had no idea how he came to be here. The last thing he remembered was being in his quarters, alone, waiting for...

"Jori, is that you?" he hissed angrily. "What is this? Some kind of sick game? You know I don't care for pain."

* * *

She did not respond. Instead she moved closer to him, her eyes took in his slender, well-muscled body. Her eyes hungrily raked over his body - the hollows and the ridges, intricately patterning his shoulders, arms and pectorals. She watched him more closely. This was the first time in several days she had the chance to see him in his full glory, and she hadn't realized how much she had longed for that until now. He was completely naked and the grayish tinge of his skin showed a multitude of shades. Shades of gray, ranging from the lightest silvery color to the shadowy dark on the edges of his ridges. She knew those would grow even darker if she played her cards right. Her eyes traveled lower, to his abdomen, delighting at the light gray color of the tiny scales covering his flat stomach, so small that she knew they would feel as smooth as her own skin. She could not wait to touch him.

* * *

He inhaled deeply, willing the fear away.

"Who are you, and what do you want with me?" he asked, but it was futile. All he could hear, or even sense was the presence of another being in the room with him. He was moving around slowly as if waiting for some kind of sign. Was it a he, even - or was it in fact his Bajoran slave girl?

Dukat squirmed on the bed.

"Let me loose!" he demanded.

As before, only silence greeted him, and then a soft touch. His entire body tensed and he tried to draw away from the feeling of hands against his body. The grip grew firmer, surprisingly strong and it held him in check.

* * *

The muscles were taut and tense under her grip, but the small scales covering them were surprisingly soft against the palms of her hands. She inhaled sharply at the excitement rushing through her body. It aroused her, the power she had over him right now. He was right where she wanted him. Tied, at her mercy, with no way of escaping. She was angry with him. He shouldn't have gone home to his wife like that. Not after the night they shared.

I am so jealous, she admitted it to herself. How odd, Jori mused. I would be jealous of Dukat being with someone else? The very idea would have repulsed her before, but now... He's mine! All mine! The jealousy mounted in her chest once again.

She moved her hands over his body, touching him expertly. Her hands moved over his nipples, pinching lightly. She sensed the shifting in his mood, his mouth opened and he moaned. Throwing his head back, the sound reverberated through his throat, making her shiver, like it was a caress.

* * *

This is not an enemy, Dukat suspected. Enemies do not do things like this, unless they want to keep me off balance? Uncertainty manifested itself again.

Who was it? Could it be Jori? How had she managed to get him into this bed, tied up like this? She must have had help...

There was nothing to give his captor away. The hands could belong to anyone and he realized that whomever held him captive had done something to dull his olfactory senses. He could not smell anything. By depriving him of his sense of smell they had rendered him even more helpless. He would have recognized Jori's scent if it was her...

But all he could sense were those soft, cunning hands moving over his body, caressing and pinching his nipples. The fear subsided when he realized they wanted to arouse him. He cursed his sensual personality as the waves of desire coursed through his body and he had to surrender to it. He moaned and threw his head back.

It was working...

His cock hardened at the touches, moving lower, nails raking his body. Long nails. It had to be a woman, he realized.

"Jori?" he repeated tentatively. "Is that you?"

A moan escaped him as those hands moved over his stomach, down his hips and over his thighs. Slowly, the nails traveled to the insides of his legs and he tried to pull them up to allow better access, but he couldn't. He was still tied, and couldn't move.

"Jori?" Dukat moaned again.

"Yes, Dukat," she responded.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm turning you on aren't I?" she whispered.

Dukat didn't reply, as her hands moved down his body, feather-light touches moving over the ridges of his hips, the ones that ran all the way down to his pubic area. They were so sensitive to touch and she was rubbing them so delicately. He writhed on the bed; his semi-erect penis grew harder at her careful caresses. What could he say? She was right. He was getting turned on - very much so.

I had no idea I would find this arousing, he thought with amazement.

"Oh I am turning you on, badly, aren't I?" she repeated. "Talk to me, Dukat. Tell me. Do you like this?"

Her hands moved over those ridges once more. Her touch was a little firmer and she was raking her nails softly over the tender skin. He groaned aloud then.

"Oh!"

He couldn't see her. All he could sense were those exquisite touches. But the mere thought that it might be Jori doing this to him voluntarily was driving him insane. Before this he could never have been really, truly sure that she wanted him...

*** THE PRESENT ***

Kira growled to herself. This was torture. She wanted to hear more about Jori's life, about how she had become Dukat's comfort girl. She wanted to hear the rest of Jori's story, but here she was, listening to another lustful description of them having sex with each other instead. Kira rewound and forwarded the chip, but nothing helped. As the final words of Jori's last installment faded, it jumped right to this one.

"Damn!" Kira shouted and slammed her fist into her desk. It was of no use. She might as well just sit back and listen - again.

Jori's soft voice continued "Up until now I had simply allowed him to touch me, I had even enjoyed it and encouraged it from time to time. But I had not ever taken the initiative like this. And I believe it was driving him insane. The implications of my actions were so great. It was the first time I think he realized I really, truly wanted him and that I might even have stronger feelings for him. And Dukat so desperately needs to be loved. I never realized how much until last night."

*** THE PAST ***

Does she want me this much? Does she really? I had no idea.

"Tell me, Dukat," she insisted.

"Guls, yes!"

He couldn't help but moan out loud once more as her hands moved over his body again. Her fingertips searched for those ridges adorning his upper body. The one covering his collarbone; the spoon shaped indentation on his chest that mirrored the meshavar on his forehead. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body as she straddled him; her silken thighs brushing lightly against his sides. He wanted to tear off the ropes keeping him tied, but he was not strong enough. He wanted to touch her but he couldn't. The only connection between them now was the delicate sensation of her silken thighs against his waist. He tried to buck to get closer to her, but he was bound too tight. He could barely move at all. He inhaled sharply as he felt her breath brush against that indentation on his chest. Her tongue flickered out and licked it and he moaned again.

"Jori." There was a pleading tone in his voice now.

"Does your wife do this to you, Dukat?" she purred. "Does she like to explore your body like I do? Is every touch new and fiery like mine?"

"No," Dukat heard himself admit. "But she loves me... like you never will," he panted.

"Are you so sure about that, Dukat?" she asked gently. "Is this the touch of a woman who hates you?"

He could feel her hands move over his body once more, caressing him tenderly, gently. He never knew he could take pleasure in such tender caresses, but they were setting his blood on fire unlike anything he had ever experienced before. They were so exquisite, they hurt.

Could Jori love him? He wanted that. He had wanted that for a long time.

"Are you telling me you love me all of the sudden," he spat. "I don't think so!"

He bit his lip and wished he hadn't said anything. He hated the fact that those words showed his fear. If he'd been free he would have pushed her away and left. All of the sudden he simply wanted out of there.

"I understand that you would not think so, yet... " Jori said and kept moving her hands over his body.

Slowly, slowly, he relaxed into her caresses again. She knew how to touch him, and her hands were making him writhe and instinctively seek out her caresses. He was hard now. Hard as rock and she had barely touched him. How could she do this to him?

"Will you believe that I want you?" she whispered.

"Yes," he panted. "Yes, I believe you want me!" How could he not? She was there with him of her own free will giving him this pleasure.

"And do you want me?"

Dukat did not respond immediately, but when he did the words tumbled out of him.

"Yes! Oh Guls, Jori. Yes!"

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Jori leaned down to move her lips over Dukat's ridges. The ones on his collarbone. As of yet, she had not touched anything but the ridges on his torso. She knew they were erogenous zones and Dukat was obviously appreciating her ministrations.

"Jori," he pleaded.

"Yes?"

"Touch me. Touch me more... "

This was going far better than she had expected. She knew Dukat was a sensual creature, but she knew he was not the most submissive of men, and for him to beg for her attention this way so quickly made her realize that perhaps she had a bit more leverage than she had expected. It was time to take the next step.

"Why do you want me to touch you, Dukat?" she asked softly.

He bit his lip, stubbornly, his face turning away from her. He was not about to give her anything.

"Why, Dukat?" she whispered once again as she raked her nails across his torso, lower, nearing his abdomen.

She scooted a little further down on his body, straddling his thighs instead. His erection was just as impressive as she remembered. Unconsciously she licked her lips.

"Why do you want me to touch you?" she repeated.

Then she leaned forward and breathed across the head of his stiff member. It jerked in anticipation and she smiled as a groan escaped his lips. He fought to suppress it, but it grew in intensity as she once again breathed against the tip of that delicious hardness.

"Do you want me to kiss it?" she teased.

"Yes," he ground out.

"Why Dukat, you will have to tell me why."

"Guls Jori!" he growled.

"Come on Dukat, don't do this to yourself."

"I need you, Jori. I need you!" he growled between clenched teeth. "Please touch me!"

"Do you care who is touching you right now, Dukat?" she asked breathlessly.

She tried not to reveal how much his response meant to her. Her voice caught in her throat but she paid no heed to it.

"Would any comfort girl suffice? I've got a woman out there waiting for you Dukat. If you do not care for me, more than any woman who could fulfill your needs, let me know right now and I will leave her to it."

"No, Jori..." he moaned. "No, I don't want any other woman. I want you."

She leaned down and put her lips to his erection then. Kissing it, softly, not enough to give him the stimulation he needed, but enough to make him moan with pleasure once more.

"How about your wife then, Dukat? Would you rather have her here right now?"

This was the real test. What would Dukat say to this?

* * *

Those feather light touches were driving him insane. And now, feeling the moisture of her lips, kissing his impossibly hard shaft while he could not move was torture. Exquisite torture. He wanted to tear himself loose, but he couldn't. He wanted to plant his hands on her head, and shove her mouth down on his aching hardness. He wanted to push inside her mouth, seeking release. He wanted to bury his hands in those tousles of hair, seeing those enormous green eyes staring at him with lust and passion as he buried himself inside her mouth. The thought alone almost made him come, but he didn't and those too-light touches were only inflaming him further.

What was she asking him? Did he want his wife here instead? Was that what she was asking?

Guls, he thought... Mother Cardassia, help me. What does she want from me?

Suddenly it dawned on him through the haze of desire. She wanted him to tell her that he loved her.

Whatever she wanted. Whatever she needed this moment so long as she gave him what he so desperately needed.

"No, Jori. I don't want my wife. I don't want anyone else but you. I love you!"

And then there was bliss. Her lips descended on him and took him in completely in that soft, warm, wet haven that was her mouth. He was not the quiet lover, but he didn't think he'd ever screamed that loudly before. The intensity of the orgasm as she worked those exquisite lips over his aching flesh caught him off guard. Pleasure rolled over him like the waves of a tormented sea.

Moments later he woke up, the ties were gone, the blindfold was gone, and so was Jori.

*** THE PRESENT ***

Kira groaned aloud as the chip turned silent. Another of Jori's daily conversations with her diary was over.

Was this all there was? Where was the rest of it? Kira began searching for other fragments of the diary on the disk. Fragments that weren't so badly damaged they couldn't be replayed.

She found herself wanting to hear more about Jori and her relationship with the Cardassian Gul...

Prophets forgive me, Kira thought. I feel like a voyeur. But nothing could stop her from searching for more of those fragments. When her search was rewarded with another large chunk of unscathed information, Kira smiled to herself sat back in her easy chair and prepared to listen.

What would be next?

~ End ~

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