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.
Marked 6e/?
anonymous
August 10 2012, 17:18:41 UTC
Garrus loosened the rope and allowed Shepard to lower her heels to the ground, her knees nearly buckled but he caught her easily, holding her for a moment before leading her over to the low bench he had moved to rest in front of the workbench they’d occupied earlier. He didn’t say a word but simply nodded at the bench, she climbed atop it.
“Bend over, Jane”
The words made her tremble, again. She complied and bent over. Knees on the bench, hands still tied together. He fastened the rope to the work bench.
“Spread your legs.”
She did.
She wasn’t sure what she expected. Her ass burned, raw and hot, when he ran his hand over it she could feel the slightly raised welts. She didn’t know if he’d simply enter her without preamble and fuck her until they both came, or continue the delicious torture. He was ready to come. That she knew. She could tell by the edge in his voice. She wondered, vaguely, that he hadn’t already. She knew it didn’t take long for him to recover; he must be enjoying himself if he was putting it off this long.
She didn’t expect to feel his hands grasp her ass, didn’t expect to feel them pull the flesh apart, spreading her open. She certainly didn’t expect that she’d feel the unmistakable touch of his rough tongue against the puckered ring of flesh, and never expected that her entire body would sing in pleasure when it happened.
“Garrus…” she breathed.
He paused, only for a second, she couldn’t see him, but she could sense him grin. The smug bastard.
His tongue teased her again, even as his hands reached between her thighs and one finger inserted itself into her tight cunt, thumb brushing teasingly against her clit. Previous ideas of revenge left her head and all she could think about was the burning need between her thighs. That rough tongue teasing and prodding at her ass, it wasn’t enough and it was too much, a whimper escaped her throat.
“You can stop this at any time, Jane.” He rumbled next to her ear. “All you need to do is tell me what you want.” To emphasize the point he withdrew his finger from her pussy and teased her asshole with it.
She groaned and pressed herself back against him, but he quickly moved his hand away.
“You have to tell me what you want. Not a mind reader, remember.”
She ground her teeth together, she could do this. She’d begged him to fuck her countless of times.
But this was different.
He slid his body over hers; his cock was once again teasing her entrance. ‘Just not the right one’, she thought to herself and inwardly cursed.
“What’s the matter, hmmm? Don’t tell me that THE Commander Shepard is afraid to ask for something she wants?”
“Garrus…” her voice had taken on a pleading quality.
The head of his cock circled her clit again before he slid it slowly up and down her slit a few times until resting it against her ass.
“Please…”
He pressed himself against the tight entrance of her ass. His cock was incredibly slippery, from both her lubrication and his own. She could almost feel her body opening for him, begging for him to take her in this most intimate way. His voice had changed, deeper, huskier, a hint of desperation. He wanted this as much as she did. Whether it was the act itself he wanted, or just her submission, that she did not know. “Say it, Jane.”
“Garrus…”
He demanded, circling that tight opening with the head of his cock again, pressing forward lightly and pulling back again. Never entering, never pushing, just waiting for her to give in.
“Say it.” He demanded, even as he flicked her clit with one taloned finger. She bucked against him, increasing the pressure against her ass deliciously.
“Fuck me Garrus.”
He gripped her by the hair and pulled her head back until her back bowed from the strain, “Jane…” he growled in her ear, he was nearing his own limit “Not good enough.”
“Fuck my ass.” She finally relented.
“Louder.” He emphasized his words by tugging at her hair again.
“Fuck my ass!” she moaned.
He growled, pleased, but wasn’t done pushing yet. “Once more,” he snarled, “make me believe it this time.”
“Garrus,” she all but sobbed. “Fuck my ass!”
He growled in her ear.
A tear slid down her face when she finally gave in. She said one final word.
“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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Oops! Let's pretend that the last post said 6d/? shall we?
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“Bend over, Jane”
The words made her tremble, again. She complied and bent over. Knees on the bench, hands still tied together. He fastened the rope to the work bench.
“Spread your legs.”
She did.
She wasn’t sure what she expected. Her ass burned, raw and hot, when he ran his hand over it she could feel the slightly raised welts. She didn’t know if he’d simply enter her without preamble and fuck her until they both came, or continue the delicious torture. He was ready to come. That she knew. She could tell by the edge in his voice. She wondered, vaguely, that he hadn’t already. She knew it didn’t take long for him to recover; he must be enjoying himself if he was putting it off this long.
She didn’t expect to feel his hands grasp her ass, didn’t expect to feel them pull the flesh apart, spreading her open. She certainly didn’t expect that she’d feel the unmistakable touch of his rough tongue against the puckered ring of flesh, and never expected that her entire body would sing in pleasure when it happened.
“Garrus…” she breathed.
He paused, only for a second, she couldn’t see him, but she could sense him grin. The smug bastard.
His tongue teased her again, even as his hands reached between her thighs and one finger inserted itself into her tight cunt, thumb brushing teasingly against her clit. Previous ideas of revenge left her head and all she could think about was the burning need between her thighs. That rough tongue teasing and prodding at her ass, it wasn’t enough and it was too much, a whimper escaped her throat.
“You can stop this at any time, Jane.” He rumbled next to her ear. “All you need to do is tell me what you want.” To emphasize the point he withdrew his finger from her pussy and teased her asshole with it.
She groaned and pressed herself back against him, but he quickly moved his hand away.
“You have to tell me what you want. Not a mind reader, remember.”
She ground her teeth together, she could do this. She’d begged him to fuck her countless of times.
But this was different.
He slid his body over hers; his cock was once again teasing her entrance. ‘Just not the right one’, she thought to herself and inwardly cursed.
“What’s the matter, hmmm? Don’t tell me that THE Commander Shepard is afraid to ask for something she wants?”
“Garrus…” her voice had taken on a pleading quality.
The head of his cock circled her clit again before he slid it slowly up and down her slit a few times until resting it against her ass.
“Please…”
He pressed himself against the tight entrance of her ass. His cock was incredibly slippery, from both her lubrication and his own. She could almost feel her body opening for him, begging for him to take her in this most intimate way. His voice had changed, deeper, huskier, a hint of desperation. He wanted this as much as she did. Whether it was the act itself he wanted, or just her submission, that she did not know. “Say it, Jane.”
“Garrus…”
He demanded, circling that tight opening with the head of his cock again, pressing forward lightly and pulling back again. Never entering, never pushing, just waiting for her to give in.
“Say it.” He demanded, even as he flicked her clit with one taloned finger. She bucked against him, increasing the pressure against her ass deliciously.
“Fuck me Garrus.”
He gripped her by the hair and pulled her head back until her back bowed from the strain, “Jane…” he growled in her ear, he was nearing his own limit “Not good enough.”
“Fuck my ass.” She finally relented.
“Louder.” He emphasized his words by tugging at her hair again.
“Fuck my ass!” she moaned.
He growled, pleased, but wasn’t done pushing yet. “Once more,” he snarled, “make me believe it this time.”
“Garrus,” she all but sobbed. “Fuck my ass!”
He growled in her ear.
A tear slid down her face when she finally gave in. She said one final word.
“Please...”
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