Carefully shifting her packages to one arm, Ezri managed to key open the door. What a day! She felt like a permanent smile was affixed to her face. It had all started out so normal, and she certainly hadn't expected all that!

Who knew that Sisko would inform all the senior staff that her birthday was today and collaborate with them on a marvelous surprise party? She herself had actually forgotten it was today, after all she had eight birthdays that she remembered. Ezri might only be twenty-five today but Dax was well over three hundred and after that many birthdays…

With some careful maneuvering she settled her rather eclectic collection of gifts on a chair and sighed in relief. They'd been getting a bit heavy. She was just starting to turn around, a cup of tea the only thing on her mind, when she felt the cool press of a hypospray against her neck and then…blackness

She resurfaced slowly, dimly aware that she was lying on something soft. She struggled against the weights that seemed to be holding her eyes closed and shifted, moving to rub her face. Or at least she tried to. Her arms were raised over her head and refused to move. It was that fact that finally snapped her eyes open.

A quick glance at her surroundings and it registered that she was in her own bedroom, and a glance upward confirmed her own suspicions. Her wrists were locked together in what appeared to be standard issue Starfleet restraints, which were fastened to a loop attached to the wall. A voice startled her from her observations. A voice she -knew--.

"Ah, lieutenant, I'm so glad that you're awake.

"Garak!" She twisted her head so that she could she him. He was leaning casually against the doorframe, neatly attired in black and silver. "Garak what the hell are you doing, let me up!" He gave her a most charming smile.

"Why, I'm here to give you your birthday present. You see," he continued, strolling calmly toward the bed, "I heard that today was your birthday and that a lovely little party was being held for you. I wanted to give you a gift, being that you were so helpful to me as of late." He settled down on the floor next to the bed and leaned on the mattress, resting his chin on one hand.

"Unfortunately, I wasn't invited to the party. But that's quite all right, it gave me an opportunity." Those blue eyes, lighter, colder than her own, swept down her prone form and Ezri swallowed hard.

"What…" The word was nearly a squeak and Ezri cleared her throat before trying again. "What opportunity?" One long gray finger reached out and gently traced a path down her
face, stopping at the high collar of her uniform.

She watched, eyes wide as he leaned forward and for one horrified moment she thought he was going to kiss her, but at the last second he twisted his head and instead whispered to her.

"An opportunity to have something you've always wanted." His breath was hot on the sensitive flesh of her ear and she had to struggle to concentrate on his words. "An opportunity to assuage the curiosity of that I see in your eyes when you think I'm not looking."

"Garak, that is not true!" She struggled useless against the restraints. "Let me up before I call security. Let me up, dammit!"

He pulled away from her with a soft laugh. "Oh, no, no, no, lieutenant. I'm the one who is supposed to tell the stories. My dear, my ne'takke, my precious little one, it is true." He leaned forward to hiss the last words into her ear and she shivered. He spoke again, those soft lips that told so many lies brushing her earlobe. "If you didn't want me, want this, you would have called security the very moment you opened your lovely eyes." His voice rasped lower and she lay, hypnotized by the velvet tones. "You, my dear Ezri, are a slave to your curiosity and for tonight, your curiosity is making you a slave to me."

He stood abruptly, moved to stand at the foot of the bed. "Jadzia wanted me as well, as I'm sure you are well aware. She looked at me with those eyes of hers, with curiosity,
with -heat--."The smile fell from Garak's face as he looked down at his captive, who was watching him with wide eyes and who, he noted with a touch of inner amusement, had not carried out her threat to call security. "Always interested in trying something new, wasn't she? I'm afraid that I wasn't interested in assuaging her sexual curiosity about me." The smile returned then, that sweet, faintly mocking smile that always seemed to play around his lips. "You, on the other hand, are an entirely different situation."

He placed a hand on either side of her knees and rested his knee on the mattress, between her ankles. Ezri drew a sharp breath but he made no move to touch her, just hovered over her feet, his eyes locked on hers. He remained motionless for a long moment, eyes locked on hers as he waited for something, something…what? He seemed to find it, because he moved then sliding up higher on the bed so that he was straddling her thighs, still not touching, he crouched over her to look directly in her eyes.

"Jadzia I did not want, but you…" He didn't finish the sentence but he didn't have to, Ezri heard the unsaid words. You, I want. You, I'll touch, you I'll taste. You, not Jadzia, never Jadzia, you Ezri, you. Day in and day out she fought a battle against Jadzia, against people who wanted her to be Jadzia. Even Julian, who she thought she might just love, had loved Jadzia first.

And for Ezri, who huddled every day in Jadzia's shadow, to hear that this enigma, this exotic beauty, this man who had refused Jadzia wanted her was too much to resist. He was still hovering over her, still looking in her eyes and she realized then what he was looking for, what he was waiting for.

"Yes."

He smiled again, and part of her hated him for that smile, it told her that he had never doubted, never considered that she might refuse this 'gift'. He pulled back and stood next to the bed. He moved out of her line of sight and she was forced to listen for his return. He didn't keep her waiting.

A sudden coolness on her arm made her gasp and she looked up to see Garak running a small tool down her sleeve. The material parted, exposing her skin and she realized it was a seam ripper. A tailor's instrument. She watched as he eased the device delicately down her side, cutting only the jacket and not the undershirt. He repeated the action on the other side and with a few other neat cuts he was able to tug the jacket off.

The undershirt was next and as one hand carefully guided the seam ripper the other slid underneath, separating the fabric, barely brushing the increasingly exposed skin. His hands continued down her pants, and Ezri managed, with some effort, not to squirm at the light, almost touches on her ankles, the backs of her knees, her thighs. Finally the last bit of fabric fell away. He tossed the shredded material on the floor and studied what it had concealed. 

Her skin was pale as moonlight against the dark blue of the sheets. The spots that marked her as a trill ran full length down her body. Cerulean eyes regarded her prone form, lingering on her nipples. They tightened under that deliberate gaze, forming tiny points. Garak's attention drifted lower, to the soft tuft of dark hair at the apex of her thighs.

He reached out towards her and Ezri sucked in a breath, but that hand didn't touch her. It lingered, briefly, over her face, as if contemplating where to begin. Finally, one finger settled on the side of her face and glided down her face; a mirror of his previous touch only this time there was no uniform to impede him.

His hand twisted at her collarbone so that the back of his finger was caressing her, following the trail of spots down her body. It traced the outer curve of her breast and Ezri
bit back a moan at the sensation. Down, down it went, down the arch of her hip, the curve of her thigh, to her ankles, where it stopped and he pulled back.

Returning to the head of the bed, he repeated the caress on the other side, but this time with his entire and, the pressure firmer as he leaned over her.

"Exquisite," he breathed and Ezri felt a sharp spark of arousal at his obvious admiration. His touches had been so gentle, so light up to this moment that it came as a shock
to feel him abruptly turn her over. The cuffs were on a swivel, apparently for just such a purpose so she wasn't in any pain, but still she felt a twinge of panic when she could no longer see the cardassian. She strained her neck to watch him kneel on the bed, his hands firmly massaging her backside.

"Did you know," he said conversationally, as if he didn't notice her soft shudder, "that it is a terran tradition to receive a spanking on their birthday? I usually have very little use for terran rituals but this one does seem to have its merits." He seemed to notice her trepidation because those massaging fingers turned soothing, lightly stroking the taut muscle of her back. "Don't worry, my precious, my jewel, I would never do anything that you won't enjoy."

Not exactly reassuring, Ezri observed wryly, but the first blow cut off the thought. It stung and she couldn't hold back a small yelp. The hand returned, gently massaging.

"You must relax, my dear, I want you to be able to feel this." She tried to, struggled to breath deeply, while another part of her was astonished that she was doing this at all, Was she really going to let this cardassian, this ex-torturer abuse her? The second blow silenced her inner voice. It hurt, yes, it stung, but it excited her too. Again the hand returned to stroke away the pain, but this time it slipped lower to touch the flesh between her thighs.

Ezri let out a shuddering breath but at the same time parted her legs further to allow him better access. Those fingers teased her, dipped barely inside of her. The third blow came at the same time those fingers caressed her slick clit. They toyed with it and she arched against those stroking fingers as the blows started coming faster and harder. Her ass was on fire with pain but she wanted more, wanted harder, wanted those fingers -in-, but they refused, instead tracing her labia, taunted her as his thumb rubbed circles on her clit.

His hand came down again, hard, at the same moment those tormenting fingers thrust deep inside her and the building pressure inside her finally exploded. She threw back her
head, her mouth open in a silent scream of sheer ecstasy as she came, writhing against those plunging fingers and the heat of blows against her ass. Her clit was throbbing and
she did scream then because it had never, ever, ever, been so good.

Her eyesight went black for a moment as she collapsed. She lay there, gasping and panting, her entire body damp with sweat as he withdrew from her. Ezri rested her face against her bare arm, feeling completely limp and weakened from the force of her orgasm. In her exhaustion, she didn't notice at first that those tormenting hands had returned to her ass, massaging away the aches, until one finger, still slick with her own wetness, slid between her cheeks to stroke her anus.

Her entire body stiffened at the touch and she started to squirm away but a strong hand came up to the small of her back and pressed her down.

"Now, now, I told you I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't enjoy." She couldn't see him but she could hear the amusement coloring his voice. "Just relax, ne'takke, and I promise you'll enjoy this." The finger that was lightly touching the entrance of her body pressed harder and the resisting muscles parted, allowing entry. Ezri cried out, in shock, not pain, oh not pain. It burned yes, that one cool finger that was slowly pressing in and out of her
anus, carefully stretching, and when those tight muscles loosen against the invasion, he carefully pressed in another finger.

Garak pulled out for a moment but those fingers quickly returned, hot now, with a slickness that was not entirely her own. She dimly remembered reading somewhere that cardassian males produced their own lubrication and with a bit of a stretch she managed to crane her neck far enough to see him.

He was kneeling next to her, and to her surprise he was naked. She hadn't noticed him undress. Her eyes rounded as she saw his erection. She'd been right about one thing; it
glistened with some sort of clear liquid. Two thick ridges ran the length of it and a pattern of scales spiraled around it. Come to think of it…his body was smattered with ridges and scales. Firm muscles corded his arms, his chest his thighs. Her wandering eyes made it back to his face and she started when she noticed Garak was watching her.

"Admiring the view?" he teased, before returning to his ministrations. Those careful fingers withdrew now, and she felt something hotter, heavier, press against her, seeking entrance.

"Ohhhh…"she groaned, as the pressure built and just the head of his cock pushed past the tight muscle ring. It hurt, gods it hurt, the burning and pressure threatened to overwhelm her for a moment and she struggled against the flesh that was impaling her.

His hands on her hips stilled her. "Don't fight me, relax my dear, your body will accept me, just relax." Ezri forced herself to listen to those softly spoken instructions and relaxed her taut muscles, felt him slip in another inch.The room was silent but for their ragged breathing as Garak carefully edged his way into her. Every time the pain threaten to overwhelm Ezri, he would back off until she relaxed again, then return, going just a bit deeper, repeating the motions until he was full length inside her, his stomach pressed against her soft cheeks.

Garak draped his body over Ezri's, pressed full length against her. She tilted her head backwards to rest it on his shoulder so that their cheeks were pressed together.

"You see, my ne'takke, I said you would enjoy this." Ezri couldn't find the words to argue, even if she'd wanted to. She never felt so full, never felt anything like this, the sensation of a hot cock inside her ass. Jadzia had done this, of course, and so had a few of her other hosts, but she, Ezri, had not, and that seemed to make it all the better. The cardassian shifted and slid in a bit more and she gasped.

"Please," she gasped, twisting under him, why didn't he move!

"Patience, my little jewel," he crooned. That tongue, adept at both teasing and lying, lightly traced the whorls of her ears and Ezri shivered, her nipples peaking at the sensation. "Apparently human's and trills have more in common than just their appearance. They both seem to rush what should be savored."

"What do you…" Before she could finish the question Garak abruptly withdrew and slammed back into her. What she had intended to say was swept from her mind by sensation as Garak slowly moved in and out of her tight passage. Each slow, hard thrust sent shock waves of pleasure-pain through her body.

Garak moved in and out with careful precisian, occasionally changing the angle slightly to make new nerves tingle. The pain lessened more and more until there was nothing but sweet ecstasy as Garak increased the tempo, now pounding into her ass. Ezri couldn't move, to help or fight, she simply lay there and let the cardassian fuck her however he
would.

Trembling, sweat-slick as Garak rocked in and out of her, she nearly screamed when his hand reached under her to stroke the silky wetness of her clit. Lights seemed to flash behind eyes that she wasn't aware of closing and then she did scream as Garak thrust excruciatingly hard and came, hot pulses inside her as that already too large invader seemed to swell further. She screamed again as those teasing fingers found just the right rhythm and she exploded, throbbing and shuddering. She barely felt him withdraw before she collapsed into blackness.

He watched them enter the bar from a dimly lit corner. Leaning together, laughing over one silly comment or another. He'd been right about that one, Garak knew. Jadzia, beautiful and enchanting as she had been, had not been a threat, but this one. His eyes narrowed as he watched a long slender arm being slung over the trill's shoulders. Yes, she was dangerous. Perhaps she was the one that the young man at the bar would finally settle down and wed, breed a few brats with her.

Pathetic, to be jealous at this stage in the game.

He'd known from the beginning, of course, that he would never possess that golden creature who was so oblivious to Garak's desire. Still, some dreams refuse to die. His lips curled with faint self-mockery. Even more amusing than his own foibles were the trill's, Ezri, so eager to leave Jadzia's shadow that she didn't even realize she had stepped into another.

Oh, my sweet, sweet jewel. I may never possess you, but I had her and before you as well. Jadzia was of no consequence; she wasn't yours to possess. But this one will be, and if I could not touch you at least I had something that you will as well.  

Garak smiled at the thought, something he had touched would touch that beauty who was sitting, laughing, at the bar.

Of course, the young man would never know. He wouldn't hear it from the tailor's lips and he doubted it would ever come from the trill's.

But I will know, my dear doctor. I will know. And so will she...

~ The End ~

<sigh> Even in my Non-G/B, Julian manages to sneak in.   Also, I don't speak Cardassian so I made up my own word: ne'takke= precious one.
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