Shepard stood when she was told to stand, she held her hands behind her back as ordered, and did not turn around even though she was curious. She felt something being tied around her left wrist. She bit her lip. ‘Definitely not holding back’ she thought to herself again. He raised her arm above her head, and then the other before tying them together expertly. He stepped back, she kept her arms raised. She heard something rattling and was unprepared when she felt her arms being raised. She glanced upwards.
The rope biding her wrists had been run through a hook on the ceiling of the hangar. A jolt of anticipation ran through her as the rope was pulled more tightly, forcing her once again onto her toes, her entire body stretched tautly before him.
She felt, rather than heard, the heat of his body as he stepped up to her. His talons ran through her hair, scraping her scalp deliciously, combing it back from her face. Out of the corner of her eye (she dared not turn her head) she caught his profile hovering just above her shoulder before she felt the telltale sting of his teeth as he bit down just hard enough to draw blood. Her entire body shivered in response.
“Now Jane, I know you’re more accustomed to giving orders than taking them, but that’s not any excuse for disobedience, is it?” He rumbled just behind her before tonguing the pinpricks left by his teeth.
“No, sir.” She wondered vaguely, if he could get her off just using his voice and decided that yes, he probably could. His voice was luscious.
She felt his hand stroking her back slowly, felt his talons push against her skin, felt herself tremble in response as he ran them down her spine. She wasn’t sure if he drew blood or not, her adrenaline system was currently working overtime and she was so far gone with lust she was having a hard time determining the difference between pleasure and pain, and really did not care.
She felt him pressing against her back. The unforgiving texture of his plates delighted her, as always, and the feel of his rock hard shaft pressing against her spine was welcome. He reached around her and cupped her breasts with his large hands, rolling the nipples between his fingers. She decided suddenly that the idea of him getting her off with just his voice could not possibly be better than this.
In unison he pinched her nipples lightly, but hard enough to force a gasp past her lips.
“Who do you belong to, Jane.”
“You.”
His next pinch was harder than the first. Her nipples had always been extremely sensitive, she hissed.
“I belong to you, sir!”
“Good girl.” He circled her slowly, eyeing her critically as he did so. His hands followed his eyes as he cupped and squeezed and stroked her. He ran one hand up her body, between her breasts, and rested it against her neck, talons teasing the skin there.
“When I tell you to do something, Jane, I expect you to do it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And when you fail to do so, I can’t let that go without any disciplinary action. Now can I?” His hand, still wrapped around her neck, squeezed gently.
“No, sir.” She swallowed, feeling the lump in her throat more clearly with his hand wrapped there.
“Do you know WHY this punishment is necessary, Jane?”
She hated this part. Hated it and loved it at the same time. When he forced her to vocalize and admit her failings, or when he demanded that she BEG him, even if it was just a game. It was humiliating. And liberating. And horrible and wonderful and made her love him all the more. She felt the aching throb between her legs increase.
“Because you deserve better from me, sir.”
He smiled cruelly. He knew she hated this, she could tell. That was her Garrus, pushing her limits. Breaking down barriers. She knew it fed his ego, and god knew he didn’t need any more confidence, but she knew on some level he needed this, just as she did. Social acceptance be damned. They were so fucking good together. On the battlefield, in the bedroom, they were made for each other “Exactly, Jane.” He released her throat and continued circling her slowly. His voice came from behind her this time, “I do deserve better from MY human.” There was a pause, and the sound of him fiddling with something, before he returned to stand in front of her again, his hand returned to her throat. “So what am I to do with you now, Jane?”
She didn’t respond, not out loud. ‘Please don’t make me come up with my own punishment,’ she pleaded silently, afraid to say such a thing to him, knowing it would only encourage him, give him yet another barrier he would feel compelled to destroy.
“I suppose I could untie you right now. Let you go to your cabin, take a shower and think about what you did..” he trailed off.
Without thought she opened her eyes wide and spoke, “No, please. No.”
He chuckled and continued, his face was a scant inch or two from hers, “but that wouldn’t be much fun for me, would it?”
She knew the question wasn’t meant to be answered, not by her, so she dutifully remained silent.
“Obviously my hand didn’t make much of an impression on you earlier.” He squeezed her throat again, tilting his head, “Did it?”
“No, sir.”
“I suppose that something more... severe... is called for. Don’t you agree?”
She closed her eyes, avoiding his gaze. His response was a tightening of his hand, almost tight enough to cut off her air. “Don’t you agree, Jane?” the pressure of his hand lessened so she could respond.
“Yes, Sir.”
He raised his other hand and she saw something gripped in his fist. He raised it up to her face. It was a piece of fiberglass? Plastic maybe? It was thin, supple, about 2 feet long and 2 or 3 inches wide. She shuddered and looked up into his eyes. He was grinning at her, cruelly again. “You are going to kiss this, Jane, before and after. And you are going to thank me every time you feel it hit your flesh. Do you understand?”
She ground her teeth together and did not respond. This was too much. She wasn’t sure she could handle this. It was just - too MUCH. He’d reached one of her barricades. She glared at him. He grinned in return.
His hand released her throat and traveled down her body until it reached the juncture of her legs. She felt his finger there, became even more aware of the throbbing of her clit, the way her cunt echoed that throbbing with its own aching need. She practically yelped when he slipped that digit between her folds and rubbed the hidden nub of flesh, it was so sensitive at this point.
“I can keep you tied up here until you yield, Jane.” He circled her clit as he spoke, “Or I can untie you and send you to your cabin for that lonely shower...” he removed his hand.
“fuck,” she hissed.
“Really,” he said casually, she could feel the heat of his hand near the juncture of her thighs, and the heat of her face, her shame, “it’s all up to you how this plays out.”
“Garrus, please...”
“Hmmm? Do you want me to punish you, Jane?”
She nodded and very nearly whispered, “Yes.”
“Then do as I ask.” The bastard was smirking at her. He raised the object to her lips; his eyes held hers in his steady gaze as she took a deep breath and kissed it.
She was going to get him for this later.
The exact same thought repeated itself as she felt the full force of the object leaving a stinging pain across the flesh of her ass. She thought it once again as she cried out “Thank you, sir!” the first time. And the next, and the next…
She hated this. It was wonderful.
xXxXx
Steve was beginning to feel repetitive. Repetitive and lacking in a well-developed vocabulary.
Re: Marked 6c/?
anonymous
August 6 2012, 18:46:19 UTC
Oh. My. God. ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod
Please don't punish us by not updating for a week...?
(and on a slightly more serious note, I wonder where this will go in the end, the smut is absolutely delicious, but after that... will she find out about the audience? And will the voyeurs still respect her in the morning? :)
Re: Marked 6c/?
anonymous
August 6 2012, 18:59:44 UTC
A!A again.
Nah, it won't be a week. The writing part is going pretty fast. (and I'm not really taking any time to edit or anything).
Haven't thought about whether or not the audience will still respect her in the morning - since, you know, I'm really just writing porn here :)
I may clean this up and write a bit more story/less graphic sex and, you know, actually pay attention to pesky little details like an actual PLOT after I finish this. THEN I can worry about the reaction of their audience!
Marked 6b/?
anonymous
August 10 2012, 17:11:05 UTC
Kaidan couldn’t have agreed more with what Cortez had just said. The scene playing out before them was astonishing to say the least. Kaidan’s lips felt sensitive and swollen from the friction of Steve’s stubbled jaw, his heart was pounding breathing ragged and his cock ached. He glanced down at his partner’s crotch, saw his erection, long and hard and clearly outlined through the tightly fitting trousers.
He pulled Cortez behind the shuttle and manically started undoing his pants, freeing his cock. Kaidan stared for a moment. It had been so long it almost felt like an entirely new experience. He licked his lips again and lowered his head, and without hesitation took Steve’s cock into his mouth. He groaned around it at the same moment Cortez let out a hiss of pleasure and slid down the shuttle, spreading his legs and gripping Kaidan by the back of his head.
Kaidan suppressed another groan. The texture the taste, the feel of Steve filling his mouth was everything he remembered and more. He squeezed his lips lightly over the spongy glans, reveling in the salty flavor of the precum gathered there, and teased the corona with his tongue. He gripped his own cock with one free hand, stroking in time with his suckling lips.
For the time being the Commander and the turian were forgotten.
The rope biding her wrists had been run through a hook on the ceiling of the hangar. A jolt of anticipation ran through her as the rope was pulled more tightly, forcing her once again onto her toes, her entire body stretched tautly before him.
She felt, rather than heard, the heat of his body as he stepped up to her. His talons ran through her hair, scraping her scalp deliciously, combing it back from her face. Out of the corner of her eye (she dared not turn her head) she caught his profile hovering just above her shoulder before she felt the telltale sting of his teeth as he bit down just hard enough to draw blood. Her entire body shivered in response.
“Now Jane, I know you’re more accustomed to giving orders than taking them, but that’s not any excuse for disobedience, is it?” He rumbled just behind her before tonguing the pinpricks left by his teeth.
“No, sir.” She wondered vaguely, if he could get her off just using his voice and decided that yes, he probably could. His voice was luscious.
She felt his hand stroking her back slowly, felt his talons push against her skin, felt herself tremble in response as he ran them down her spine. She wasn’t sure if he drew blood or not, her adrenaline system was currently working overtime and she was so far gone with lust she was having a hard time determining the difference between pleasure and pain, and really did not care.
She felt him pressing against her back. The unforgiving texture of his plates delighted her, as always, and the feel of his rock hard shaft pressing against her spine was welcome. He reached around her and cupped her breasts with his large hands, rolling the nipples between his fingers. She decided suddenly that the idea of him getting her off with just his voice could not possibly be better than this.
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“Who do you belong to, Jane.”
“You.”
His next pinch was harder than the first. Her nipples had always been extremely sensitive, she hissed.
“I belong to you, sir!”
“Good girl.” He circled her slowly, eyeing her critically as he did so. His hands followed his eyes as he cupped and squeezed and stroked her. He ran one hand up her body, between her breasts, and rested it against her neck, talons teasing the skin there.
“When I tell you to do something, Jane, I expect you to do it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And when you fail to do so, I can’t let that go without any disciplinary action. Now can I?” His hand, still wrapped around her neck, squeezed gently.
“No, sir.” She swallowed, feeling the lump in her throat more clearly with his hand wrapped there.
“Do you know WHY this punishment is necessary, Jane?”
She hated this part. Hated it and loved it at the same time. When he forced her to vocalize and admit her failings, or when he demanded that she BEG him, even if it was just a game. It was humiliating. And liberating. And horrible and wonderful and made her love him all the more. She felt the aching throb between her legs increase.
“Because you deserve better from me, sir.”
He smiled cruelly. He knew she hated this, she could tell. That was her Garrus, pushing her limits. Breaking down barriers. She knew it fed his ego, and god knew he didn’t need any more confidence, but she knew on some level he needed this, just as she did. Social acceptance be damned. They were so fucking good together. On the battlefield, in the bedroom, they were made for each other
“Exactly, Jane.” He released her throat and continued circling her slowly. His voice came from behind her this time, “I do deserve better from MY human.” There was a pause, and the sound of him fiddling with something, before he returned to stand in front of her again, his hand returned to her throat. “So what am I to do with you now, Jane?”
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“I suppose I could untie you right now. Let you go to your cabin, take a shower and think about what you did..” he trailed off.
Without thought she opened her eyes wide and spoke, “No, please. No.”
He chuckled and continued, his face was a scant inch or two from hers, “but that wouldn’t be much fun for me, would it?”
She knew the question wasn’t meant to be answered, not by her, so she dutifully remained silent.
“Obviously my hand didn’t make much of an impression on you earlier.” He squeezed her throat again, tilting his head, “Did it?”
“No, sir.”
“I suppose that something more... severe... is called for. Don’t you agree?”
She closed her eyes, avoiding his gaze. His response was a tightening of his hand, almost tight enough to cut off her air. “Don’t you agree, Jane?” the pressure of his hand lessened so she could respond.
“Yes, Sir.”
He raised his other hand and she saw something gripped in his fist. He raised it up to her face. It was a piece of fiberglass? Plastic maybe? It was thin, supple, about 2 feet long and 2 or 3 inches wide. She shuddered and looked up into his eyes. He was grinning at her, cruelly again. “You are going to kiss this, Jane, before and after. And you are going to thank me every time you feel it hit your flesh. Do you understand?”
She ground her teeth together and did not respond. This was too much. She wasn’t sure she could handle this. It was just - too MUCH. He’d reached one of her barricades. She glared at him. He grinned in return.
His hand released her throat and traveled down her body until it reached the juncture of her legs. She felt his finger there, became even more aware of the throbbing of her clit, the way her cunt echoed that throbbing with its own aching need. She practically yelped when he slipped that digit between her folds and rubbed the hidden nub of flesh, it was so sensitive at this point.
“I can keep you tied up here until you yield, Jane.” He circled her clit as he spoke, “Or I can untie you and send you to your cabin for that lonely shower...” he removed his hand.
“fuck,” she hissed.
“Really,” he said casually, she could feel the heat of his hand near the juncture of her thighs, and the heat of her face, her shame, “it’s all up to you how this plays out.”
“Garrus, please...”
“Hmmm? Do you want me to punish you, Jane?”
She nodded and very nearly whispered, “Yes.”
“Then do as I ask.” The bastard was smirking at her. He raised the object to her lips; his eyes held hers in his steady gaze as she took a deep breath and kissed it.
She was going to get him for this later.
The exact same thought repeated itself as she felt the full force of the object leaving a stinging pain across the flesh of her ass. She thought it once again as she cried out “Thank you, sir!” the first time. And the next, and the next…
She hated this. It was wonderful.
xXxXx
Steve was beginning to feel repetitive. Repetitive and lacking in a well-developed vocabulary.
“Oh. My. God.”
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*realizes that explaining the situation with the operator would be far too awkward and decides against it*
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It's an interesting way to go at least!
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More smut coming... just need to find some time to, you know, write it.
Glad some of you are enjoying this!
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ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod
Please don't punish us by not updating for a week...?
(and on a slightly more serious note, I wonder where this will go in the end, the smut is absolutely delicious, but after that... will she find out about the audience? And will the voyeurs still respect her in the morning? :)
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Nah, it won't be a week. The writing part is going pretty fast. (and I'm not really taking any time to edit or anything).
Haven't thought about whether or not the audience will still respect her in the morning - since, you know, I'm really just writing porn here :)
I may clean this up and write a bit more story/less graphic sex and, you know, actually pay attention to pesky little details like an actual PLOT after I finish this. THEN I can worry about the reaction of their audience!
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More coming, I promise, just waiting for some time to write!
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He pulled Cortez behind the shuttle and manically started undoing his pants, freeing his cock. Kaidan stared for a moment. It had been so long it almost felt like an entirely new experience. He licked his lips again and lowered his head, and without hesitation took Steve’s cock into his mouth. He groaned around it at the same moment Cortez let out a hiss of pleasure and slid down the shuttle, spreading his legs and gripping Kaidan by the back of his head.
Kaidan suppressed another groan. The texture the taste, the feel of Steve filling his mouth was everything he remembered and more. He squeezed his lips lightly over the spongy glans, reveling in the salty flavor of the precum gathered there, and teased the corona with his tongue. He gripped his own cock with one free hand, stroking in time with his suckling lips.
For the time being the Commander and the turian were forgotten.
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