The Control Chip 2/?
anonymous
October 18 2014, 04:22:18 UTC
“I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything important,” the Illusive Man said dryly. “I’m pleased to hear your voice, as it means you and Shepard both made it back alive. Odd how both of you neglected to let me know that the mission was a success.”
Miranda’s left hand gripped at the arm of the chair. “I’m sorry,” she said, not bothering to hide her irritation. Damn. She had been careless, triggering him to come to her office too early, and now she was paying the price for it. “I think we both needed some time to cool down. The man’s a lunatic in the field.”
“I’m told that you’re not doing much to curb those lunatic tendencies,” the Illusive Man replied. “That, in fact, you’re encouraging him.”
“You’re spying on me?” Miranda was proud of herself for managing to keep the note of fear out of her voice. She did not want that enigmatic bastard to know what she was doing with Shepard.
“No, Miranda, but you’re not the only one who’s reporting to me. Others on the crew have noticed that you start the fights as often as he does.”
Miranda ground her teeth in irritation - and to keep herself from moaning at Shepard's continued ministrations. “He’s the most arrogant, stubborn, insensitive asshole I’ve ever worked with.”
“We need him, Miranda,” the Illusive Man said. “Make more of an effort to get on his good side.”
“I don’t need him to like me,” Miranda replied. At that precise moment, Shepard ran his tongue in a circle around her clit and Miranda couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping her lips. Damn, but she loved it when he did that.
“What was that?” the Illusive Man asked.
“Nothing,” Miranda replied as blandly as she could manage. Shepard’s tongue danced across her clit once more. She threw her head back and let out a few soft gasps.
“This mission has to succeed, Miranda.”
Did the man ever think about anything besides his precious mission? “It will. I’ll make sure of it. We’ll talk later.” She slammed her right hand down on the comm again, ending the call. Then she let out every moan she’d had to hold back in the past few minutes, her head slamming against the edge of the chair, her hands gripping the chair tightly. Finally. “Ohhhh, yes,” she moaned. “You’re so fucking good at this, aren’t you? God, you know exactly how to make me cum.” She heard another muffled sound from him. “That’s it, Danny, yes, right fucking there, don’t you stop, don’t you dare-“ She moaned again, louder, and pushed herself against his mouth. The motion finally sent her over the edge, bringing her to a particularly intense climax. She thought she might have kept talking, kept telling him how fucking good he was making her feel.
Several long moments passed before Miranda thought to look down at Shepard. To her surprise, he was rubbing at the bulge in his crotch frantically. This … was new. Oral sex wasn’t the only program on the control chip she used, of course, and always before his erections had come as a result of her giving the command for one. She wasn’t quite sure whether to be alarmed or pleased by the fact that Shepard had become this aroused without any direct input from her.
Miranda pushed back from her desk and studied the expression on Shepard's face. He looked almost innocent in that moment, his mouth still open in an expression of desire and need. Regardless of how he’d gotten there, she wasn’t about to waste this opportunity.
“Code 0003. Obey.” She spoke the words that would put him into a state where he would do whatever she told him to, literally and mechanically. His mouth closed and he looked up at her, and though the command should have put him back to a blank-slate state, he was still quite obviously and helplessly aroused.
“Go to the bed. Undress. Lie on the bed. Obey.” Miranda indulged herself by watching him move as he followed her commands. She kicked her bodysuit off to the side and followed, deciding that a little more indulgence was in order. She ran a finger up his fully erect penis and watched him shudder. She knew from experience that Shepard had a delightful amount of stamina and that he was nowhere near a climax. That meant she had more than enough time for some ... experimentation.
Miranda’s left hand gripped at the arm of the chair. “I’m sorry,” she said, not bothering to hide her irritation. Damn. She had been careless, triggering him to come to her office too early, and now she was paying the price for it. “I think we both needed some time to cool down. The man’s a lunatic in the field.”
“I’m told that you’re not doing much to curb those lunatic tendencies,” the Illusive Man replied. “That, in fact, you’re encouraging him.”
“You’re spying on me?” Miranda was proud of herself for managing to keep the note of fear out of her voice. She did not want that enigmatic bastard to know what she was doing with Shepard.
“No, Miranda, but you’re not the only one who’s reporting to me. Others on the crew have noticed that you start the fights as often as he does.”
Miranda ground her teeth in irritation - and to keep herself from moaning at Shepard's continued ministrations. “He’s the most arrogant, stubborn, insensitive asshole I’ve ever worked with.”
“We need him, Miranda,” the Illusive Man said. “Make more of an effort to get on his good side.”
“I don’t need him to like me,” Miranda replied. At that precise moment, Shepard ran his tongue in a circle around her clit and Miranda couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping her lips. Damn, but she loved it when he did that.
“What was that?” the Illusive Man asked.
“Nothing,” Miranda replied as blandly as she could manage. Shepard’s tongue danced across her clit once more. She threw her head back and let out a few soft gasps.
“This mission has to succeed, Miranda.”
Did the man ever think about anything besides his precious mission? “It will. I’ll make sure of it. We’ll talk later.” She slammed her right hand down on the comm again, ending the call. Then she let out every moan she’d had to hold back in the past few minutes, her head slamming against the edge of the chair, her hands gripping the chair tightly. Finally. “Ohhhh, yes,” she moaned. “You’re so fucking good at this, aren’t you? God, you know exactly how to make me cum.” She heard another muffled sound from him. “That’s it, Danny, yes, right fucking there, don’t you stop, don’t you dare-“ She moaned again, louder, and pushed herself against his mouth. The motion finally sent her over the edge, bringing her to a particularly intense climax. She thought she might have kept talking, kept telling him how fucking good he was making her feel.
Several long moments passed before Miranda thought to look down at Shepard. To her surprise, he was rubbing at the bulge in his crotch frantically. This … was new. Oral sex wasn’t the only program on the control chip she used, of course, and always before his erections had come as a result of her giving the command for one. She wasn’t quite sure whether to be alarmed or pleased by the fact that Shepard had become this aroused without any direct input from her.
Miranda pushed back from her desk and studied the expression on Shepard's face. He looked almost innocent in that moment, his mouth still open in an expression of desire and need. Regardless of how he’d gotten there, she wasn’t about to waste this opportunity.
“Code 0003. Obey.” She spoke the words that would put him into a state where he would do whatever she told him to, literally and mechanically. His mouth closed and he looked up at her, and though the command should have put him back to a blank-slate state, he was still quite obviously and helplessly aroused.
“Go to the bed. Undress. Lie on the bed. Obey.” Miranda indulged herself by watching him move as he followed her commands. She kicked her bodysuit off to the side and followed, deciding that a little more indulgence was in order. She ran a finger up his fully erect penis and watched him shudder. She knew from experience that Shepard had a delightful amount of stamina and that he was nowhere near a climax. That meant she had more than enough time for some ... experimentation.
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