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Jack was young, it was obvious by her appearance and her attitude. That was especially true with how playful she was, how she bit Miranda's hand and even how she got slightly irritated by being referred to as the little spoon. It was adorable and Miranda couldn't help but smile just thinking about it. She wasn't that way, sure she could be playful but she enjoyed teasing and pushing buttons to outward displays and she wasn't nearly as natural at doing so. Of course that playfulness in Jack kept her on her toes, she was constantly smiling and having to react to the little gestures that kept the mood between them light. She was thankful for that, thankful that her cute lover was able to keep Miranda's own serious nature from coming out too often. Not that it wasn't there, behind the cute and caring Miranda that had been poking its head out there was still the serious and competent woman, a career woman who knew how to take care of herself. That was a side of her that would never go away.
Thinking about it that was a good thing though, Miranda needed a side of herself that was responsible and clearheaded, without that she would end up laying in bed all day. Not to mention one of them needed that side. She knew enough about Jack's history and seen little glimpses of what was beneath the surface to know she was more of a young girl than people saw her as. She was just as young, if not younger, emotionally as her appearance made her seem. She was experienced sexually of course but as far as emotional stability and life experience Miranda had many years on her. Of course all of that seemed to combined perfectly when she thought about it, especially when Jack began to express her little bit of concern, it was something Miranda's experience and age allowed her to deal with easily.
"First off Jack, I've never had men give me a thing, I take care of myself and I do it quite easily. And Jack, you're not a fuck up, I give you a hard time but when it comes down to it you know how to take care of things in your own way and you are quite reliable." She smiled gently and kissed Jack gently, "Besides, you don't have to worry about that, as a cradle robber I'll be the one taking care of you. I'm capable and I want to take care of you, so let me be your Sugar Mama, as long as you can handle me being your pain in the ass for the foreseeable future..." That was all Miranda had on her mind, as long as Jack was alright with her being older she was more than happy to have the young biotic as her lover, as someone she would spend her time with. Yep, Jack with her mouth, her quirks, her dominant personality, Miranda wanted it all and with her tiny insecurity out of the way she was ready to move forward.
Of course with that solved she had to use her little form of playfulness once more, smirking as she leaned in and took one last kiss. "Goodnight, I love you my adorable little spoon." She giggled as she turned Jack back to the little spoon position and wrapped her up tight, joyful as her eyes closed once more and she got as comfortable as she had ever been on that bed. Once she had settled in, and obeyed Jack's wish for her to stop talking about such things, she feel asleep rather easily. It was no wonder, she was exhausted, her endurance and natural healing abilities only took her so far and she needed to rest. It was only made easier with Jack next to her, a level of comfort washing over her that exceeded the normal level, an at ease feeling lulling her to sleep. The happiness and comfort that she felt and which helped her fall asleep continued after she was slumbering, dreams coming to her that included the beautiful woman in her arms. Her and Jack together and just kissing, relaxing next to one another on a vacation of sorts, or perhaps just away from the conflict they face daily.
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Jack growled as Miranda referred to her as the little spoon, snapping her teeth at her once more. This girl really liked to push her buttons...Jack wouldn't have it any other way. She liked that Miranda wasn't afraid of her. She gave her lover another kiss before allowing herself to be rolled over and placed into the little spoon position. I love you tooPain in My Ass. Sweet dreams. She sighed a bit and tried to relax. Little spoonhmmph! Wellat least Miranda was sweet. Jack felt a little bit better now that Miranda had said she wasnt a fuck up. Although, Jack didnt really need anyone to take care of her or a Sugar Mamabut the sentiment was nice.
Jacks hand rested over Mirandas arm, idly stroking her soft skin as she began to drift off. She started listening to Mirandas breathing as it changed. Slow and deep. It was nicerelaxing The feeling of Miranda's entire body pressed up against her back was phenomenal. As curvy as Miranda was, Jack knew that there was a layer of muscle underneath all of those sexy curves. It was enough to help Jack calm down, those big brown eyes fluttered shut as she focused on the sound and feeling of Miranda breathing against her Dont fall asleepmaybe you can just doze for a little while
Zero! Get up! A gruff voice roused her from her sleep. Dr. Raschershe hated this guy. He was such a dick. Brown eyes opened to see the bearded young doctor standing over her bed. He was a big guy...well...really big to a 10 year old. Tall and a wall of muscle, he'd look like a guard if he wasn't always in his stupid white coat. Two guards stood on either side of him with guns already drawn and pointed at Subject Zero. They were unnecessary, the shock collar around her neck usually kept her from getting too uppity. Rascher just liked to fuck with her and try to scare her into obeying.
Fuck you. She grumbled, rolling over and pulling the covers over her head. She didnt like being woken up for his stupid games.
Jack began to stir, grumbling a little bit in her sleep. Her brow furrowed, her heart rate quickened. Her breathing was no longer slow and relaxed but quick and sharp. A sheen of sweat began to cover her body as she fidgeted in Miranda's arms.
Zero you get up this instant! He growled, wrapping his arms around her to yank her off the damn bed himself. He didnt like to use the shock collar like the other doctors did. It made Zero useless in the ring. He needed her working at peak performance today to try out a new drug he had synthesized and tested on several subjects for the past few weeks. The results looked promising, now it was time to try it on Zero.
No! she wriggled in his grasp, kicking and screaming. She didnt want to fight, they couldnt make her, she just wanted to sleep. She fucking hated him, hated this place, hated these guards, most of all she hated this fucking shock collar that suppressed her biotics.
NO! Jack screamed into the darkness, brown eyes snapping open. It was darkwhy was it dark? There were arms around her, she pushed them away before darting out of bed, hissing in pain as she landed on the floor in a heap. Deskwhere was her desk? The young biotic scrambled around, trying to orient herself. Why was her room not the way she remembered it? And why the fuck was she half naked? Eyes strained in the darkness before she found her desk and flew underneath it. There, now she was guarded from the back and could kick and punch without worrying about protecting herself from all sides. Her hands came up to her neck, clawing at a collar that was no longer there.
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Miranda was aroused suddenly from her dream, a loud no causing her eyes to pop open and for the woman to immediately be on her guard. Miranda had been alone for far too long and seen too much to be so comfortable as to not be alarmed and her first instinct was to be ready for a fight, her adrenaline instantly wiping away all traces of drowsiness. There was nobody to fight though and she soon found what it was that had woken her, it had been Jack. The young girl was no longer in her arms and instead had shot out of the bed and fallen to the ground, Miranda's eyes adjusting quickly enough for her to see the younger biotic scrambling around the room looking for something, or at least it seemed like she was searching for something. Miranda didn't move immediately, something was off and she had a feeling that her sudden waking wasn't the only quick occurrence going on, that Jack had probably woken from one of the nightmares she had already warned the operative about.
Miranda watched so some time, remaining as still as possible as not to alert and alarm the already sporadic Jack. Her eyes followed the young woman, observing as she finally found Miranda's desk and slid underneath it, calming down afterwards at least a small amount. Then she just began clawing at her neck as if trying to remove something that wasn't even there, an action that prompted Miranda to finally move, unwilling to stand and watch Jack hurt herself for absolutely no reason. "Light, twenty-percent." She activated the lights to be dim, not wanting to make it suddenly bright, and quietly slipped off the bed, her training making it easy for the woman to make no noise as she moved from the bed over to the desk, where she crouched down carefully and looked over at Jack.
The young woman seemed to be in poor shape and Miranda quickly moved in, ignoring Jack's warnings about there being a chance she would become aggressive and hostile, her arms shooting out and pissing Jack's hands. The older biotic swallowed nervously, her hands pushing Jack's hands to her sides and then enveloping the younger woman in a tight hug, her mouth pressing against Jack's ear and whispering as she tried to calm her. "Jack, it's just me, it's Miranda, you're okay... Nobody can hurt you, I won't let them." She took a deep breath and her body pressed up against Jack's, her soft chest pressing into the young woman's neck, her arms rubbing the woman's back, and her breath spilling against her ear as she refused to move, her entire being currently devoted to calming Jack down, even accepting the risks that came along with that.
During the entire duration of which she held Jack she didn't think think about herself and while usually she would have felt pity she didn't, she only felt love for the woman. She only wanted to make the person she loved feel alright, even with all the shit that had been to her in the past she wanted the young biotic to be alright. With another long deep breath she closed her eyes and tightened her hug even further, her voice coming out once again and being more gentle than it had been before. "Come on Jack, it's Miranda, it was all just a dream, snap out of it." She kissed Jack's neck and tried to calm her, still ensuring that her arms were as subdued as she could manage, trying to keep her from further hurting himself and to keep her from striking out against the operative as well, she wouldn't be able to do anything if she got hurt. Not only that but she didn't want Jack to feel guilty when she calmed down for hurting her. In a way this moment made Miranda feel more connected with Jack than ever, the way she instinctively wanted to protect the girl more than anything else, only one other person in her life brought forth those feelings, her sister, and it seemed the young biotic currently forced to be in her arms was another.
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Jacks eyes were open but they were unfocused. Seeing but not really seeing. Even with the lights coming on, she still wasnt all that aware of where she was or what was happening. All she knew was she had to get off the collar. She couldnt use her biotics with it on. She was strong but not strong enough to fight off Rascher. But hiding under the desk had bought her some time. Maybe she could finally get that goddamn new collar that she had been trying to get off her neck for months now. It was stronger than the last one that she had managed to finally get off of her and delivered a more painful shock whenever she refused to fight or tried to use her biotics when she wasnt supposed to. She continued to claw, short nails leaving angry red marks in the sensitive flesh of her neck, a couple of marks were starting to open from repeated swipes. Just a tiny bit of blood was being drawn from the tattooed flesh. And then her hands were wrenched away and pinned to her sides.
No! You cant make me! Jack panicked, starting to flail. Now she was pinned, she was fucked, it was all over. Rascher was going to be pissed. Fuck she should have just gone to the pitbut she didnt want to. She was tired. Jack tried to kick but the body that had her in a hold was too close, she couldnt get her legs to cooperate and land a good kick or knee to get free. She squirmed around, trying to get herself free but she couldnt. As scrappy as she was she couldnt manage to get out of that tight grip.
GET THE FUCK OFF ME! She roared, thrashing around in earnest now that she was already screwed with nothing left to lose. Maybe she could just tire both of them out with a struggle and everyone would leave her the fuck alone. She hissed in pain as her head snapped back in all her flailing, banging into the desk. Fuck, when did she get so tall?
As much as she tried to control it, her biotics flared to life. Streaks of blue shot down her arms and pooled at her fists as she struggled with her captor. Her body tensed, waiting for the electricity to flow down her spine from the shock collar. But it never camewhy didnt it come? It should hurt right now She should be convulsing Should hear Raschers stupid laugh and see his stupid smug grin and hear his jackass taunts that she was nothing but an animal, unable to control herself or her biotics
But instead she heard a womans voice that she vaguely remembered. Elegant and coated in an accentshe knew that voice. It wasnt a doctorall the doctors were men. Jack felt a soft kiss on her neck. She blinked a few times. She shouldnt be able to feel thatthere was a collar there.
Son of a bitchshe was dreaming wasnt she?
Miri? she asked softly. Her body went limp, she shook her head, trying to clear it. She blinked a few times until her eyes focused. Jack looked around. She was underneath Mirandasshe mustve woken the other woman up with all her noise because those soft yet strong arms were wrapped around her. She whimpered before turning to bury her head in Mirandas neck. She didnt cry, but she did tremble as though she was going to. Coming off her adrenaline high left her a sweaty, shaking messplus she was ashamed for how she had acted. Jack was dangerous, she shouldnt be here. She couldve hurt Miranda! Did she hurt Miranda? Are you okay? I-Im sorryI didnt mean toI told you I shouldnt spend the night. Jack began to fidget in the Operatives arms. All the muscles in her body were tensed up once more. She wanted to run away, to go hide back in her hole in Engineering. Im sorryI didnt mean to There were very few times that Jack had ever been sorry or ever regretted anything, but right now she was sorry and terrified the woman she loved wouldnt want to put up with her problems.
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Miranda was still holding Jack tight, holding someone was supposed to help calm them down so it was doing more than keeping her from hurting herself, or at least that was the goal. It seemed to work because soon enough Jack began to calm down, even if it took her a little bit, and Miranda waited, her arms wrapped around the woman and her soothing voice continuing to try and lull the younger woman. "Yes Jack, it's me, it's Miranda." A soft smile touched her face, she liked the little nickname, Miri, it was nice and different from all the other names people had called her over the years, it wasn't a put down or a hateful joke, Jack actually liked her enough to coin a sweet little name. "Calm down love... Calm down." Her voice whispered into Jack's ear again, her grip beginning to loosen slightly and her hand rubbing the younger biotics back, Miranda's soft hands going in circles to comfort the scared girl in her arms. She wondered if anyone else had ever been so close to Jack, close enough to calm her down and care when she was scared, had feelings that made them give a damn, or even care a fraction of what Miranda did.
Miranda's right hand traveled upwards, her left still rubbing circles around Jack's back as the other held her head against the older woman's shoulder. She wasn't going to let Jack feel alone or try and run, she was going to make sure the girl knew that she would never be alone again. "Quiet beautiful you didn't hurt me..." She took a deep breath, her arms still keeping Jack close and she only wanted to make her understand that it was okay, that of all the people that she had known Miranda could handle and wanted to handle her. "Jack..." Her voice was a bit louder, demanding the girl pay attention without being aggressive in the least. "You did not hurt me... Stop acting like I am some fragile piece of glass you are going to break, I can handle myself and I will not let you run away from this... I will not let you use your nightmares as an excuse to pull away from me... I love you too much dammit." She grit her teeth, she felt like an idiot, she loved Jack but it was embarrassing to say it aloud again, at the same time she wasn't about to let Jack escape the relationship.
"Now, let's get back into bed and you can't say no..." She moved slowly, first backing out from underneath the table and then grabbing Jack's hand, gently helping her from underneath and then pulling her firmly up. "Lights, fifty-percent." Her voice came out soft again and the lights came on enough so he could see Jack's face clearly and she was smiling gently. "Jack, you're coming back into bed with me..." She pulled the girl with her and back to the bed, pushing her down softly onto her back and looking down from above. "Because you're mine and there is no way in hell I'm letting your past get in my damn way." She crawled on top of Jack, her lips pressing down into Jack's and she kissed her lovingly, she wasn't about to take it much further but she wanted to get a point across and she kissed downwards, her tongue going across the scratch marks Jack had left. When she finished that she pulled her head back, smiling again and moving a hand to her cheek, "Now, let's go back to sleep, and you can be the big spoon this time if you want."
With that she moved and laid back onto the bed, the soft mattress helping to calm her muscles and help remind her body how tired she truly was. Of course she turned her head to look at Jack, her eyes resting on the girl and her arm draping around her, keeping her from darting up and escaping, if she still had that inner desire. Miranda had never been there for someone before, she had never helped a person through something tough or had someone help her, it had always been something she assumed people went through alone. So she was surprised with how natural it felt to immediately attempt to help Jack, to want to be there for her no matter what that meant, and by how she wanted to put her own safety behind that of Jack's. She didn't dim the lights or turn them off again, she kept them light enough to allow her to see Jack clearly, her eyes slightly drooped but still watching the girl. She wasn't going to let herself fall asleep first, she would make sure Jack was calm, asleep, and then she would rest. Not that it would take long, the moment Jack was asleep Miranda would be as well but not until then, not until the younger girl had some peace.
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I know youre not fragile. I know youre tough I justI have no control Itsscaryyanno? Jack grimaced a little bit, hating to admit that anything put fear into her. But loss of control was one of the things she was terrified of; being reduced to her base instincts as she had been at Pragiato just be nothing more than a tool for someone elses stronger will. Now as an adult, whether it was a little mass effect field she was playing with in her hand or a giant shockwave sent barreling into a group of enemies, Jack knew everything about her powers: how to manipulate them, how hard they would hit, how wide they would arc and how far they would travel. As reckless as she seemed in the middle of a gun fight Jack was always in control of herself and her biotics.
She sighed a little bit in Mirandas arms. It looked like there would be no convincing her lover that they should sleep in separate rooms. The Operative was brave, Jack had to give her that. As much as Jack hated to admit it, she enjoyed the fact that Miranda was her equal. A strong, passionate woman who wasnt afraid of anythingMiranda seemed like just the girl for her. Alrightits your funeral. The young biotic grumbled as she was led to the bed.
And I wanna be the little spoon she muttered under her breath as they crawled beneath the comforter. Stupid Miranda and her stupid little spoon shitJack had actually liked it. It was nice to have someone hold her and she wanted that again tonight. At least she was comfortable enough in their relationship to admit it, even if her admission was a little on the begrudging side.
Jack willed her body to relax as she settled onto her side, back facing Miranda. It didnt take much, Mirandas bed was so much softer than her cot in Engineering. The soft sheets and heavy blankets made it hard for Jack to stay tensed up. She scooted back a little bit, pressing herself fully against Miranda and letting their legs get tangled up together. I love yougnight. Jack murmured. She could feel that Miranda was awake, but barely. Jack let one of her calloused hands come down to rest ontop of Mirandas that was draped around her waist. She brought their hands up so that she could kiss the back of her lovers knuckles before returning their hands to lay back over her flat stomach.
She tried her best to stay awake. Jack didnt trust herself to go back to sleep again. But the feeling of Mirandas soft body pressed up against her back was incredibly relaxing. It made the young biotic melt against her, enjoying the feeling of a good cuddle. The Operatives warm breath flowing down Jacks neck and bared, tattooed back made her calm down. She focused on that: the sound and feeling of Mirandas breathing rather than the zillion other thoughts that tormented her mind.
She felt her eyelids getting heavier and tried her best to keep them open.but it was too hardthe little bit of sleep she had gotten before her nightmare was too tempting. And soon Jack drifted off, making a mental note to set her internal clock for 6:45 ship timethat should give her plenty of time to sneak out before the morning crew woke up.
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Miranda knew Jack was scared of losing control, she could understand that in her own way, but that wasn't going to stop Miranda from being next to the only woman who had managed to shatter her defenses. Whether Jack liked it or not Miranda was hers, like a lost puppy that wasn't going to turn away no matter what happened, and she was stubborn as hell along with that determination. So when Jack finally gave up, as difficult as that seemed to be for the young girl, she smiled and thought about just how nice it was to know Jack would listen and not try and wiggle out of what they had. Of course more than anything she found herself giddy when Jack muttered about wanting to be the little spoon, a mischievous grin touching Miranda's face as she got her wish, a side of Jack that wanted to be the vulnerable one, a side that seemed to be all Miranda's. It was comfortable and the younger girl in her arms felt just right to the point that she became more comfortable than she had been by herself in that bed ever.
"Love you too Jack... My adorable little spoon." Her voice was tired, by the time she responded she was half-asleep and only awake through sheer willpower alone, trying to keep her eyes open and mind sharp until Jack herself fell asleep. When that happened all bets were off and Miranda soon found drowsiness overtaking her, the urge to sleep toppling over her other desires now that Jack had fallen asleep as well. So she fell asleep, her arm around Jack and her body pressed firmly up against the beautiful woman in front of her, it felt incredible and helped her get one amazing nights sleep. Her dreams for the rest of that night included Jack, the young woman in various situations with Miranda, including a few things she could actually do, not just dream, which would be promptly explored when she next had the opportunity. However some of them were not exciting, in fact a few were very tame to the point of being boring, though even boring was pleasant for Miranda when it was with Jack, and the entire night was highly refreshing, at least to her.
When her eyes finally fluttered open it was morning, barely six but she felt refreshed as if she had slept for days. A smile appeared on her face when she realized Jack was still with her, still in her arms, and as cute as could be. The Jack in her arms was adorable, all of the anger and frustration usually present was gone, her soft breathing and feminine beauty present for Miranda to soak up and she did so as best she could without waking the younger woman. Her lips very gently kissed the back of Jack's neck, her hands kept themselves wrapped tightly around Miranda, and her body remained pressed up against her backside. She liked having her little spoon and having her still asleep, it felt right to be with Jack and she didn't dare disturb the little scene. In fact Miranda laid there for a good half an hour, holding Jack in her arms and listening to the woman sleep, her own breathing falling into rhythm with her lover's and while she probably could have slept a little longer she preferred to lay there awake, listening and feeling Jack's each breath, consciously feeling the warmth of their bodies.
It was only when it neared the time the crew would be waking up that she finally sighed and decided to wake the girl, knowing the crew would be up and active around seven and realizing they were still a secret. She didn't speak at first though, her lips pressed against Jack's neck and she moved all along the soft skin, going around until she was practically crawling on top of the young biotic, moving her gently onto her back and leaning in, lips connecting. She pulled back and giggled gently, "Wake up beautiful, wake up before I gobble you up." She leaned in and nipped at her neck, working her way back to those lovely lips and being a bit more passionate, keeping them connected longer and knowing that would get her awake if she hadn't already been roused. At the same time a hand had worked its way down, a smirk playing at her lips as she began to rub the delicate folds of Jack's sex, knowing full well that unless they wanted to be caught that Jack would have to leave before Miranda could do more than tease, the little devil side of her making an appearance as she continued anyways. "Come on and open those pretty eyes love." She felt so happy for no reason other than being with Jack and it was a great feeling, she didn't even want to get out of bed, to have Jack return to her room, but for the moment discretion was needed and they couldn't risk being discovered.
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Most people were excited when they dreamt, having pleasant images running through their head or fun, abstract thoughts to process the days memories was a good way to spend the night. Having never really had any good dreams herself, Jack was just as happy when she didnt dream at all. She liked when her mind was quiet and all she saw was blackness as she slept.
Usually Jack was a light sleeper. Years in and out of various prisons and juvenile detention centers had caused her to wake up at just the slightest noise and put her in touch with her internal circadian rhythm. So when Miranda woke up a little bit before 6, Jack was roused out of her deep sleep and hovered somewhere in the land of dozing. She knew that it was early and not time to wake up yetbut if Miranda was awake she kind of wanted to be awake as well. She stirred a little more, but after feeling the little kiss on the back of her neck a smile tugged at her lips. She took the kiss to mean go back to sleep and she relaxed once more, drifting back off into a deeper slumber.
She looked so peaceful as she slept. If it werent for all her tattoos and the haircut, one would be hard pressed to recognize the sleeping woman as the sociopath Jack. Her jaw was no longer set in its perpetual scowl, instead the outline was relaxed, delicate with a feminine curve. Her pouty lips were slightly parted as she breathed, with just the tiniest bit of a smile tugging at the corners of them because she was so happy to be laying in her lovers arms. Even her brow that was usually furrowed, whether from rage or from her own worries, was smoothed...making her look much younger than she actually was.
Mmmph She grunted a bit as Miranda started kiss her about a half hour later to wake her up. Jack tried her best to play dead, she still had 15 minutes of sleep left. Maybe Miranda would go back to bed with her for a little while if she thought Jack was asleep. But the little kisses to her neck made her giggle despite her best efforts to fake slumber. Come on she laughed, only to be silenced as Miranda pulled her into a passionate kiss. Jack grinned, waking right up. She wrapped her arms around her wide-awake girl, holding her close as she kissed her back. Her playful tongue batted around Mirandas for supremacy. Jack could definitely get used to waking up like this every morning. Soon she found herself distracted as she felt that naughty little hand start to make its way down her body. Jack moaned into the kiss, legs spreading and hips starting to gyrate. Just that little bit of touch was enough to get her wet and her body temperature to rise If Miranda wasnt careful Jack was never going to get out of this bed and sneak back out to her room.
Wellthey had 15 minutes, that was enough time to be a little naughty, right?
You really shouldnt start shit you cant finish Cheerleader. Jack teased, if Miranda wanted to be a bad girl this morning, Jack would throw it right back at her. She was going to wind the Operative so tight that shed be a distracted, horny mess, ready to snap at any moment while she worked. Strong, calloused hands began tugging on the flimsy little nightshirt. She pulled it up higher on the Operatives body, giving Jack more access to the soft, porcelain flesh. She lightly grabbed onto Mirandas cute little rear, rubbing and massaging the fleshy mounds. Jack slipped a strong thigh between Mirandas legs, grinding up against her mound.
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If any human had been sculpted as a definition of sexiness it would have been Miranda, her body was impeccable from the head down to her beautiful feet. From atop Jack that was all the more clear, the entirety of her sex appeal present for the younger girl to observe, especially as the thin nightgown was pushed up. The stomach was a focal point, the curve of her figure being incredible yet she wasn't a stick as some women who had achieved such a look ended up being. No, Miranda had a fine layer of muscle, a toned look with the smallest layer of fluff which did nothing but make her all the more mouth watering, her smooth delicate skin and flat toned stomach begging to be caressed. The ample bosom and large rear competed for attention as well, each set of mouth watering mounds being firm and at the same time soft, the perfect ratio to make them heavenly to the touch. Nothing else on her body disappointed either, whether it be her long legs or slender neck, even her eyes and face screamed goddess, and the whole thing was exponentially greater when looked upon as a whole. She was marvelous.
Yet nothing was as beautiful as her smile, a visage that made an entire room glisten and that particular look was one that was currently reserved for Jack. It was a look that showed itself the moment their passionate kiss ended and Jack made it obvious she wasn't going to give up without a fight. Miranda would have it no other way and she just giggled softly and let Jack make a move, not attempting to stop her or outdo the girl, just letting it happen, giving the younger biotic the upper hand. Sure that may not seem like much to most people but Miranda never let anyone win, never made herself vulnerable or available, and it was a big deal and one she was sure Jack would understand. That didn't stop her from regretting it slightly, the side of her that liked to think of such things as a game knew she would now lose, and the part of her wise enough to think about the rest of her day cursed her for allowing Jack free access to her body without taking any ground in return.
It didn't truly matter, in the end she would have buckled beneath Jack's touch as it had already been made more than clear who was the superior lover between the two. Miranda was learning and at a frightening pace but it was Jack who had the upper hand, and in moments she was reminded of that fact. A small moan escaped her lips, the calloused hands against her porcelain flesh sending shivers throughout and bringing goosebumps to the surface, even a small blush to her cheeks. "As much as I would usually agree, in this particular area I like starting what I can't finish." She spoke with a mischievous grin on her face and she slowly lowered her head, pressing it up against Jack's gently and looked into her eyes. "So how about this, I'm going to keep going, since I've already started it, and we will just have to see which one of us wants it more by the end... Which by my calculations is about ten minutes or so."
As she finished her sentence Miranda's fingers had made their move, two of the slender digits plummeting inside of Jack's hot sex. The thigh between her own legs was wonderful but she had a feeling her fingers could do more efficient work and she had them going from the start, moving in opposite rhythms, one finger plunging in as the other pulled out and that continued, essentially giving Jack no rest as the same area was attacked by the one finger the moment the other left. That wasn't enough to satisfy Miranda though, she had to make an aggressive move if she hoped to have Jack tormented for the rest of the day, to have the younger woman so horny that she would find herself unable to think about anything else. What she needed to do was split the attack, have her fingers take care of the lower zone and have her mouth assault its own target. So she moved quickly, using her mouth to slowly start kissing down Jack's neck, leaving small little hickeys and licking the smooth flesh, making her way down to the collarbone and across her shoulder before descending down to one of those lovely little breasts. That was where the fun started, her lips enveloping a bare nipple and going to work, licking and nibbling as her tongue circled the peak. All she had to do then was wait, wait for Jack's voice to prove how she was doing.
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Oh fuck Jack groaned. Most people overlooked her breasts, they were small, didnt call much attention to themselves. But Miranda was so lovingly licking and nibbling at her poor little sensitive nubs that Jack wished desperately that she could cum in under ten minutes to find a little relief. She was too preoccupied with the amount of time they had left to fool around, shed never be able to orgasm while worrying about how the hell she was going to sneak out of here on time.
MmmphMirandaplease She beggednot even sure what she was begging for. More time perhaps? Half of her was contemplating just sneaking through the ventilation ducts and just holing up in here for another half hour. But Shepard would probably want to talk about her outburst yesterday. Fucking Shepardget out of her thoughtsshe was trying to have a little sex here! Shitthere were too many distractions, shed never be able to cum.
Jack whimpered, her hips bucking. Where the hell had Miranda learned to do that thing with her fingers? It was driving Jack absolutely insane. As much as her body wanted to just get lost in the onslaught of pleasure, she knew the whole thing would be a lost cause. She was going to be a wreck all day, fantasizing about all the naughty things she was going to do to the Operative when they were alone once again.
Might as well make Miranda as horribly horny as she was.
Thats it, youre in so much fucking trouble now. Even the threat was coated in a sweet moan, losing most of her authoritative tone. Shit, Miranda was turning her into a whimpering, begging little mess. Her kinky little sub might give her a run for her money after all. Five minutes. Jack panted, her internal clock still ticking. The young biotic flipped them both over, whimpering as Mirandas slid free from her sex from all their rolling around. She was going to miss the touchbut what she had in mind was going to make everything totally worth it.
Keep track of time. Jack ordered as she pinned Mirandas hips to the bed and scrambled down her body with a little less grace than she would have liked. In her eagerness she pried her lovers legs apart and immediately dove face first into her waiting sex, absolutely devouring her. Jack wasnt sure if she could get Miranda to climax in five minutes, but she sure as hell was going to give it her best shot.
Soft pouty lips immediately wrapped themselves around Mirandas engorged clit, suckling on the little bundle of nerves gently. Her tongue on the other hand was not as tender. Jack mercilessly teased and tormented the little nub with her silken apendage. Her tongue kept alternating between flicking and fluttering, making it hard for Miranda to relax and find a rhythm. Strong hands spread her lovers toned thighs a little wider as Jack settled in to get comfortable. It was so easy for her to get lost in the taste and scent of her lovers sex, Jack wouldnt be able to keep track of time while between Mirandas legs at all.
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Hearing Jack beg flipped a switch inside of Miranda and a mean smirk touched her lips, she wanted to make her beg and moan more, she wanted to have the girl squirm beneath her. So she continued her onslaught, planning on going until she had to stop, had to let Jack go and avoid someone discovering the relationship. Hell in her head the plan seemed perfect, have her fingers continue to do what seemed to be working, both fingers working her lover over in a constant torrent of absolute pleasure. She hadn't been sure it would work at first but Miranda was an inventive woman and she had ideas, oh did she have idea, and she was going to think up plenty of ways to really get to Jack now that they were together. The time constraint made even her new technique seem lacking. She did want to make Jack cum if she could, at least the part that didn't want the younger girl to be horny all day did, but she would take whichever she took.
She was in such a mood that she found herself caught off guard when Jack decided to turn the tables on her and her being caught off guard was something to take notice of, it meant her guard had been completely down. "Wait, damn." She only had time to mutter those words before Jack had her on her back, every bit of her attack on the younger woman being ripped away in moments, she no longer had any leverage and Jack didn't seem to be about to give her any chances. "H-Hey, damn you, can't just let me get ahead can you." She nearly growled but it was playful, she didn't mind in the least, though it was a bit disappointing that she didn't get more time to hear Jack's cute little moans, they were really just so adorable. Her own moans were going to be coming soon though because Jack had that look in her eye, that look that told Miranda that either she would be screaming out in pleasure very soon or that the rest of her day was going to be very difficult. It all depended on how sensitive she was really, if she would cum within the very short time limit they had or only become so damn horny that the entire day would be like torture, a very horrible torture that only the most cruel enemy would come up with. Funny considering she was the one who had began the dangerous game.
The demand for her to keep track of time hadn't been forgotten and Miranda nodded her head before turning it to look at the clock on the wall, knowing mental counting wouldn't work with what was coming her way. She was right, the moment those pouty little lips wrapped around her clit she lost it, a moan escaping her lips at the surprising gentleness. Then came the tongue, it was merciless and her body reacted on an incredible level, the bitch had to do that to her, the change in pace as a combination with the mixture of rough and gentle driving her mad in an instant. Her voice came out loud and uninhibited, Miranda not able, or wanting to, hold back. That silken tongue was a torture tool of the highest degree in that moment and while it could have sent her to a blissful world of pleasure that wasn't going to happen. Miranda was self-aware, enough to know that the time remaining wasn't going to be enough for her to cum, not with the change of pace. The strong wonderful hands almost made the difference between pleasure and torment, they felt nice against her thighs, yet it still wasn't enough.
Alas five minutes went by far too quickly and she whimpered, considering not saying anything and figuring it all out after she climaxed. She couldn't do that though, not only because it would be quite a bit of trouble, but also because something inside of her wanted to do exactly what Jack said, obey and alert her to the time. "It's been five minutes... We have to stop." She whimpered the sentence and looked down at Jack, her legs beginning to close to ensure that Jack acknowledged her. She even began to scoot back on the bed, cursing herself as she moved away from that incredibly skilled mouth, a flustered expression on her face as she panted, she wanted more. "Fuck..." She muttered, it was going to be a shit day, having to endure what had just been stoked in her. The inner fire was going strong and there was going to be no time to take care of it herself, and she wasn't sure she would be able to, knowing that she had never felt as good by herself as Jack made her feel.
"What have I done to myself?" She asked, looking to Jack for answers with a wanting expression on her face. It was odd for a woman like Miranda, to want something so badly and have no control over it, she had always kept herself away from such things but here it was, a desire that she couldn't fulfill herself, one she needed Jack for and now she had to wait. She just hoped it wouldn't be all day, that she could find some time to pull Jack away somewhere even if that wasn't going to happen, as they both were busy during the day. "Sure you can't stay? We could figure out a way to sneak you out even if I have to call an emergency meeting to get the crew away from the floor." She said it with a laugh but she was half serious, what was the point in having power if she didn't use it.
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While Miranda was a control freak that liked to have control removed from her. Jack was the other extreme. Her whole life had been spent with people ripping any sort of control from her grasp. Having control over Mirandas body and desires sent a flood of confidence over the young biotic. It overwhelmed her, made her want to prove that she was a more than capable lover for the older woman; to prove that she was definitely worth the time and all the risks. Jack worked Mirandas sex with new fervor, using every part of her mouth to stimulate her swollen folds. Little nips and nibbles were given to Mirandas less sensitive outer lips before Jack moved down just an inch lower to plunge her tongue into the sopping wet channel. Her nose kept nuzzling Miradas clit every time she worked her tongue downwards to fuck her with it. Hands grasped a little tighter to her milky thighs as she desperately tried to bring her lover to climax.
So focused on catching every drop of Miradas sweet arousal with her eager tongue, Jack had barely heard Mirandas words. Her head tuned out the sentence she really didnt want to hear: that their little morning game was over. She growled as Mirandas sex was being taken away from her, much like a dog would growl when its treat was removed. She tried to inch forward, ravenous and wanting, but strong thighs held her back. Jack whimpered but soon enough she came back to her senses. She had to leave. She had to be in her room when Shepard came to talk. Then shed have to go spar with her and the new Krogan, Grunt.
For a normal person, sparring and exercise helped work off sexual tension. For Jack it would only add to the torture as her body tingled and grew warm with every attack. She was sure her lust for battle would mold and shape itself into an unbearable burning at her core that would leave her fantasizing about the Operative for every moment of the rest of the day. Shitthis was going to be hard.
What have you done to -you-? What have you done to -me-?!? Jack chuckled. No one had ever made her a whimpering, begging to be fucked mess before. She could feel the cooling wetness between her legs, dampening the fabric of her boxers. Her face shown up at Miranda, sticky and glistening with her lovers juices; the Operative had made quite a mess of the both of them with her idea to get them so worked up this morning. Jack grinned as Miranda revealed her plan to distract everyone from the floor. It was temptingso very tempting. But Jack knew that the excruciatingly long time spent trying not to snap would make their late night rendezvous all the better.
NoI should go. The smile faded and it was clear that she was a little upset that shed have to carry on all day like she hated Miranda in order to keep up appearances. Jack would probably use some of the less hurtful insults she usually flung at the Operative at least. She never wanted to hurt Miranda againwelldidnt want to hurt her emotionally anyways. She still had that riding crop that she had yet to usemaybe tonight she could use it to examine how wet and strung tight her little pet had gotten all day. Perhaps discipline her for being so impetuous this morning and starting something she couldnt finish. The grin returned, more mischievous this time as Jacks eyes glinted with the idea of whacking Mirandas cute little behind until it was beet red. Oh her lover was going to pay for this tonightand it was going to be fantastic.
Jack wiped her face with the back of her forearm before she crawled up Mirandas body. Once they were face to face, she gave the older biotic a slow, tender kiss while she was still in the mindset to do so. The next time she saw Miranda and they were both alone, Jack would probably be in a frenzy of bruising kisses and hands all over a gorgeous body, ripping and tearing the Cerberus uniform to shreds to free her lover from it. Once she had properly given Miranda a kiss goodbye, Jack hopped off her and the bed to hurriedly get dressed. Shed only have a few more moments before the elevator was crowded with crewmembers getting to their respective posts.
Ill see you later. Now fully dressed, Jack rushed over, gave her one more fleeting kiss on the lips and a smile before she dashed out of the room. She dashed back in about two seconds later, the door had barely gotten to close. Brown eyes flicked around like she had forgotten something. It took her just a moment to find what she was looking for: the sensation transmitting strap on she had bought that was still hiding in their little bag of goodies. Just wanted to see what else it could do. With a mischievous grin, Jack finally ran out for good, the sex toy wrapped in a t-shirt and tucked under her arm as she rushed back down into her hole in Engineering to feign sleep and wait for Shepard to come around and scold her for being so hot headed.
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Miranda couldn't help but smile, she liked the idea that she had got under Jack's skin and that thought would make it easier for her to make it through her own day. In fact she would thrive off that to push aside her own lust, which would no doubt be a constant thorn in her side for the entire day, and make it until she could finally satisfy herself. That would not be for some time thought because Jack seemed to make it clear that they would be waiting, not accepting her ploy to keep them together longer, and then giving her quite the kiss to torment her and hold her over at the same time. She whimpered when it ended and she looked at Jack longingly, "You are pure evil, it is impossible to be calm with you around, I'm going to be horny forever..." After that she could only watch as Jack left the room, a sigh escaping her lips and a pout on her face, a slightly depressed look that Jack got to see as she dashed back in and grabbed that lovely strap-on that had given her so much pleasure.
"Damn, I could have used that to make this day a hell of a lot easier." She muttered, sighing again when Jack left for good and just sitting there for some time, wishing she had more time to be with her lover and less time alone. Not only that but it was slightly depressing to think that when she saw Jack next, unless they somehow avoided each other until later, that she would have to give her the same cold attitude she had used so many times in the past. She didn't want to do that to Jack, she wanted to show the girl how much she loved her and truly be the girlfriend that her younger partner deserved, someone the girl could rely on. Sure she would always be there in the time they had together, she would never truly hurt Jack, but even putting her down as an act was going to be difficult and Miranda would regret it. It wasn't something she could avoid though, if she instantly changed gears it would become obvious and their trying to hide it would be for nothing. No, she had to be her normal self, perhaps a tad less confrontational but nothing more than that for fear of being see-through and caught.
It was only after a few minutes of thinking that Miranda finally sighed once more and rose out of bed, her body having had time to cool off a bit even if it was impossible to completely calm down. It was then she began rummaging around, cleaning up her room in case someone decided to poke around, and also changing out of her nightgown and into her uniform, the tight attire pressing against her sex and making it more difficult than ever to calm herself. She also found the bottle of alcohol they had never drank and smirked, quickly taking it and placing it inside the drawer of her desk. That would be nice to pull out when they were enjoying each other in her room, which she hoped was that night. Regardless it would be nice for whenever they were together next and she continued along in that fashion, smiling as she tidied the room the rest of the way and eventually finished everything up, going to her desk and doing a little work, not being hungry.
As far as work she got it done rather quickly, there wasn't much for her to do and she seemed to be more efficient than ever with her current mood. In fact she finished so quickly she found herself bored and at a point even playing with random little things in her room. She only stopped when she found herself a bit hungry, leaving the room and looking around, everyone else was still busy with their days work. She took a deep breath, she didn't give a damn about most of those people, any of them actually, and she wanted to just yell at them for making Jack have to leave her so early. She didn't though, keeping her calm cold face as usual and making her way to get a bite to eat, also as usual not eating what most of the crew ate and getting her personal food and then heading back to her office, preferring to eat alone than with others. She wondered what Jack was doing, even after she finished eating she wondered. Unfortunately her day was going by slowly, Shepard never stopped by and other than the commander nobody ever came to visit her, not of their own free will.
It was a pain really, she had to find things to do, going over matters she was keeping her eye on and doing some reports she had been putting off. Then, as sneakily as possible even going as far as to hide her tracks, Miranda began using the network to search certain things she happened to be a novice at, spending a good chunk of her day looking up some issues people would never expect to see her searching. A few included sexual kinks and how to really turn a lover on, she even considered ordering a few things but decided to keep it to herself and not risk people finding out, decided to do it herself while she was on a planet if she had to. Of course all of that stopped as the day went on, Miranda began wandering around the ship at random, talking to various people who had problems for her to deal with as one of the higher ranked crew-members. Even just walking about she seemed to be busy, though all the while, throughout the entire day, she was yearning for Jack, wanting to relieve her desires but being unable to, something inside of her stopping her from doing anything until later, waiting obediently without really having to be told. The part of her that seemed so ready to submit control when she was normally such a control freak surfacing yet again.
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The young biotic barely had enough time to sprint to her bunk before all the engineers trickled in to their posts. Panting, she willed her heart rate to return to normal so that she didnt look too suspicious. She heard footsteps coming down her stairs and immediately shoved her wrapped up toy under the pillow. Jack had just enough time to take on her usual brooding, hunched over position just as Shepard came into view.
Hey Jack. Howre y- holywhat the hell? Shepard pulled a face as she neared the young biotic. Jack, you need to shower. You smell like Shepard looked at the younger woman for a moment, studying her closely. Jack reeked of sex and her usual scowl wasnt yet painted on her face yet. They were still docked at Illiumhad the young Convict managed to sneak off and find some company last night? Who was she? Shepard couldnt hide her grin; like most marines she loved a good shore leave story.
Fuckin her rush to sprint back to her hole in Engineering, Jack had entirely forgotten to wash her face or her arm properly. Her ears began to burn with embarrassment. The old Jack would have bragged about her escapades from the night before, but a girl like Miranda deserved a little more respect. She tried to cover up how flustered she was with a scowl and a glare, None of your fucking business.
Oooo you must really like this one. Shepard chuckled as Jack turned positively scarlet, but she decided to stop torturing her young friend, they had a lot to do today. The Commander knew that getting Jack to do anything would be much more pleasant if she just let the matter rest. Wellanyways. She smiled, trying to change the subject because she knew how uncomfortable Jack could get when talking about sensitive things. I just wanted to make sure you were okay after yesterdays fight with Miranda. When Jack nodded a bit to signal that she was alright, Shepard pressed on. Its her job to behave that waydont let it rule you. Jack just nodded again But enough of that, come on, lets get down to the hangar bay. There was a lot of room in the hangar bay now that the armory wasnt down there. So Shepard had converted much of the spare room into a training area.
Jack had been forced into a training routine similar to one imposed by the Alliance military. Since the girl didnt do much in the way of mission logistics or ship upgrading, such as Miranda, Garrus or Tali, she sparred and exercised with the remainder of Shepards Suicide Squad. Today her sparring partner was Grunt. She liked the massive young Krogran, he didnt talk much, he fought well and he was just as pissed-off as she was when Shepard told them they werent allowed to kill eachother.
By the time Jack and Grunt were done sparring, both of them were disgusting, sweaty messes. Shepard had forced them to call it a draw before they damaged any more of the ship. While her punches hadnt done much against the Krogan, she had managed to lure him into charges, only to dart out of the way and leave him ramming himself into the bulkhead. As much as Jack hated to run away from a fight, it was the only tactic she could think of to wear down the Krogan without her biotics or a weapon to aid her.
Her body had been pumping endorphins to reward her all through the match; coupled with the feelings of lust that Miranda had left her with from that morning, Jack was a horny, nervous wreck. She was glad to take her leave before she absolutely lost it and jumped Shepards bones in her desperation for release.
Cold showershe needed a cold shower. Her first stop was the bathrooms where she ran her body under an icy stream until her lips and fingertips turned purple. Even with her body in the first stages of hypothermia, it was a struggle to not touch herself. All she could think about was how great it would be to have Miranda in the shower with her, pinned up against a slippery wall while Jack ravished her, the sound of her moans echoing off the walls.
The ache between her legs was maddening. She didnt give a flying fuck if Miranda had any work left to do today. Jack was either going to kill or molest the next person she saw if she didnt do something about this. Thankfully the next person Jack happened to run in to was the source of her problems. In her rush to make her way one level down, she just about barreled into the Operative that was making her rounds.
Watch where youre going Cheerleader! Jack hissed, springing backwards, her jaw set in a scowl but her eyes were surprisingly soft. If she werent busy spitting insults, shed look a little more on the relieved side to see her lover. She could feel eyes on them, people waiting for the Convict to blatantly attack the Ice Queen. But instead, she just gave Miranda a condescending smirk and moved to be on her way again, getting close enough to whisper to Miranda. You better be done with work in 20 minutes. All Jack had to do was get some dinner and their toy. Then it would be dinner time for most of the crew and Jack was sure she could sneak into Mirandas office while everyone else was busy eating.
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At first Miranda's rounds had been easy, dealing with a few common things around the ship and getting some reports on minor missions that had been launched which she had failed to receive. Those were not always the most pleasant of meetings, she had to demand the people involved to write them, but it got done because nobody said no to the Ice Queen. She even found some time to train a bit, privately but she did it, especially working on her hand to hand in order to become capable enough to put up a better fight against Jack. Not that she didn't want the girl to touch her but she liked the idea of playing around, maybe even training with someone she actually wanted to spend some time with. Then she worked on her marksmanship a bit, as usual hitting the targets right on the mark without missing a beat. She wasn't as strong as Jack when it came to hand to hand and while she usually wouldn't even have considered the possibility, Jack may have been stronger when it came to biotics, the only thing she had above the younger girl was marksmanship.
Miranda's day became more complicated when one of the crew members had a serious problem that they needed help dealing with, something about system problems with the ship. It was a problem she got EDI on right away but it ate up a good portion of her day and she was quite frustrated by the time it was all said and done. She was so frustrated in fact that she had forgot to really eat anything for most of the day. That was why she had gone and grabbed a quick bite before the rest of the crew would be arriving for dinner, not eating much but enough to get her by. It was after that she ran into Jack, having to stop herself from smiling and keep her usual arrogant look plastered on her face. When Jack hissed at her she did something that wouldn't even phase Jack but would fool the crew, an arrogant almost pitying smirk crossed her face and she just shook her head. The look in her eyes was more adoring than anything but she managed to keep anyone else around from getting a good look before Jack began walking off.
They had to put on a good show and it wasn't easy, neither one of them harbored rage or irritation towards the other one at that point and even if they were capable actors negative emotions were hard to fake. They would manage but it didn't make it easier, though what did make it easier was what Jack managed to whisper to her in passing. Twenty minutes and she would be in the throws of passion and the entire day of being horny was certainly going to make it more difficult to wait even that short amount of time. The idea of being with Jack so soon had her wet again and she had to take a deep breath before walking away from that spot, ignoring the eyes on her and trying her best to go finish up one last thing in a normal manner, a hard feat to achieve when she was wet and horny. She managed though, wrapping up her last little chore, though when she saw the time her eyes opened wide, she was a few minutes later than Jack had demanded her to be back, twenty-four minutes and she still had to get back to the room.
She rushed back, her usual slow swaying walk changed to a more brisk and rushed movement. Miranda couldn't believe she was going to be late, mainly because Jack would no doubt give it to her because of that. People noticed her pass, though they turned back to their own thing soon enough, nobody questioning what Miranda decided to do and assuming if it had her moving fast it was something quite important. When she reached her room she just stood there for a moment, swallowing hard as she wondering if Jack was going to be inside waiting for her, if she remembered she had left the lights out so the room would be completely dark. So after a moment she opened up the door, a bit of light flooding in but not much, and then she stepped inside, the door closing behind her and she slowly walked into the dark room, moving elegantly past her desk and over to the bed, swallowing as she slowly lowered herself on to it and crawled up to the top, her face plopping into the pillow as she waited for either Jack to reveal herself, or for the woman to come into the room and see Miranda waiting for her. She liked either idea, though part of her was nervous about punishment if Jack had already arrived, not sure how much she could endure before going crazy with desire.
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Now Jack was frantic with the amount of sexual tension coiling in her stomach. All she had to do was make it a couple of more minutes and then her and Miranda would be free to do whatever the hell they wanted for the rest of the night! She tried to form her exterior appearance into her usual rage-filled mask so that no one suspected how giddy she was on the inside. This lasted for most of the 20 minutes. Jack wolfed down her food in under 5, an old prison habit, and then rushed down to her hole in Engineering.
Once there, she grabbed the toy that she had cleaned earlier but was still hidden under her pillow. Most of the crew was still bustling around upstairsfuckhow was she going to get this thing up there? She tried putting it into one of her pockets but the fake phallus was too big. If she carried it around, wrapped up in a shirt, people would probably ask her stupid ass questions; figuring the Convict was probably carrying around drugs or illegal weapons or something. Shit
The easiest way to smuggle the sensation-transmitting dildo would probably be for her to wear it. So the young biotic stripped down to nothing. She inserted the smaller end into her already wet sex, shivering as the toy synced itself to her body. With her Omnitool, she dialed down the sensation to 50% so that it didnt hurt her as she struggled to tuck the toy into a tight pair of boxer-briefs. She threw on a fresh pair of cargo pants and looked down to survey her work. Perfect! The bulge was pretty unnoticeable, no one would know unless they accidentally brushed into it. She finished getting dressed by pulling the leather straps that hid her nipples over her chest. Then she rushed back upstairs.
No one paid much attention to Jack as she prowled around the ship. The crew had gotten used to her meandering about in her free time. Usually they were too absorbed in their routine to notice their surroundings anyways. So with just a furtive glance, it appeared no one was watching her or was around, so she ducked into the XOs Office.
Miranda? Jack asked as the door shut and darkness enveloped her. What the hell? She had expected Miranda to be here, the Operative was never late to anything. Lights, 50 percent Jack called into the room. When the lighting didnt change she growled. Of course Miranda had it keyed to her own voice, it probably deterred people from coming around and snooping about when she wasnt here. Well, Jack was used to the darkness and in a couple of moments her eyes had fully adjusted to the almost pitch-black state of the room.
Ohhh Miranda was going to be in so much trouble when Jack got her hands on her. Where the hell had she hidden the riding crop? The young biotic made her way over to the Operatives desk and started opening up drawers. She activated her Omnitool and used the soft light of it to help look through the stuff she had stored in there, finally finding the sleek leather crop in the bottom one. With a grin she took it out and placed it on the desk top and shut off her Omnitool; immersing herself in total darkness once more. Now all she had to do was relax and play the waiting game.
When Miranda finally appeared in the doorway, Jack was sitting back far enough that the artificial light from the hallway did not touch her. She saw her lover struggle to peer into the darkness of the room, probably searching for Jack. She could hear her and make out the Operatives gorgeous outline as she walked right by the desk that Jack was sitting so quietly at. She wondered for a moment if Mirandas eyes could adjust as well to pitch black as hers could. She hoped not, it would be an appropriate punishment to not let lover see a damn thing that was happening to her, especially since she seemed so intent on calling Jack beautiful all the time.
Really Cheerleader? Still havent learned from last time to be ready and naked for me? I hope you remember your safe wordbecause I really dont like to be kept waiting. Jack smirked as she broke the silence and began kicking off her boots, the clunky things would make too much noise in the absolute silence of the room. Stay there, and keep the lights off. With that, Jack quietly padded to Mirandas prone form, riding crop in hand.
WHACK! Jack brought the leather-tongued crop down onto Mirandas still covered rear. I dont- WHACK! want to see- WHACK! this fucking uniform- WHACK! on you- WHACK! when were are going to play. WHACK! Understand? Jack hated the Cerberus logo that was positioned right above Mirandas heart on that stupid uniform. While she was slowly coming to accept that Cerberus ruled Mirandas career, she liked to think that their private lives were shared between just the two of them. That being said, she didnt want to see that damn symbol anymore when her and Miranda were behind closed doors.
Strip. Then on your hands and knees while I try to figure out a proper punishment for you being so fucking late.
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Miranda had known Jack would either be waiting or soon arriving and she had a feeling it would be an angry Jack. That knowledge didn't prepare her for the voice that came from the darkness of the room after she laid down on the bed, her body shivering in strange delight as she awaited the punishment coming her way. It was odd really, she truly did enjoy having her control taken away and as Jack told her to remember the safe word she swallowed, thrilled Jack believed she would need it. It was then she realized how twisted she was. Miranda had always believed herself to be without a vice, to have no weakness, but here it was, something that made her excited beyond reason and something that could definitely ruin her reputation and embarrass her thoroughly. Shit, Jack would really be the end of her, though for the moment she found herself not giving a damn, as long as she could be with Jack and feel that pleasure she didn't give a damn and would do whatever she could to feel it again. She wasn't going to use the safe word, she promise herself that much immediately.
"Yes... I won't make the same mistake again." She said those words with a near purr, she almost wanted to do it again as the edge in Jack's voice got her horny, but she would do as instructed, she craved to do what she was told more than she was comfortable with. She also obeyed the other orders, her head staying against the pillow and her eyes closing as she awaited the impending actions of her angered partner. Then it came, a swift and stinging pain as a whack sounded. A cry escaped Miranda's lips, something that wouldn't usually occur as she had a high tolerance for pain and an immense amount of pride, but something her vulnerability allowed her to do, something it allowed her to be honest about. Honestly, she could withstand pain, she could keep herself from screaming and never give up answers, but she didn't like it.
"Shit..." She muttered, gritting her teeth as she cried out again, five more hits from that crop and they seemed to become much more powerful as Jack went on. It seemed she disliked the uniform and Miranda could understand, to her Cerberus was something that ruined her life, took away her childhood and continued to torment her, something Miranda didn't like doing but also something she could rid herself of. She was a Cerberus Operative, it was what had defined Miranda and for now it was something she didn't want to shed, she still believed in so many of their ideas, even if some things seemed more important at the moment, like Jack and Shepard's mission. She could take off the uniform around Jack though and she took a deep breath, gathering herself before speaking to answer Jack's question but when she did her voice made it clear she understood. "I understand Jack... I will never let it happen again, not when I know your coming."
She took another deep breath, her ass was stinging but she could take it and she found herself wetter than ever after the punishment, though Jack soon let her know it had only just begun. So she nodded, slipping off the bed to more easily remove her clothing, tossing the uniform to the side and then removing her underwear as well. When she was nude she crawled back onto the bed, right to her hands and knees, a position that suited her quite nicely, her beautiful ass the perfect target for abuse, though the rest of her was just as appealing, even if it didn't quite stand out as much. Of course there were red marks on that sexy ass, red stripes on otherwise perfect porcelain flesh. They weren't bad, her uniform had stopped most of the impact but there was still a tiny presence, and it looked nice.
"Jack... I'm not terribly experienced with this but today I... I was um..." She found it hard to say she was looking at porn and other sites dealing with the type of things that were turning her on. "I was looking at some things today and um... Shall I continue to call you Jack or something else when um... You take control." She was embarrassed, rare but it had been happening around Jack and she was blushing as well, absolutely adorable. She just hoped she didn't sound stupid, she liked saying Jack's name and she enjoyed the sweet loving bit they had, not to mention she found herself as the more mature of the two despite being apparently submissive in bed, but she had found other names were often used in the bedroom when it was such lively and kinky sex, names that showed respect and submission that obeying commands only partially did. Jack would no doubt tell her, she had been leading her, holding her inexperienced hand for some time, and she hopefully still would, even as she was thinking up a worthy punishment.
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Jack was pulled out of her plotting when Miranda began to ramble on about what she had been doing in her spare time today. The young biotics brows lifted in surprise. Never in a million years would she think that the Ice Queen would ever look at porn or that she would ever be a stammering mess while talking to Jack about it. As mad as she was that Miranda had been late, Jack couldnt help but smile a bit. Her lover was cute, blushing and nervous as though she was a much younger girl as she talked about her desires. It was hard to believe how innocent Miranda really was, at least when it came to sexual matters.
But being Mirandas Mistress rather than just her Top came with a slight problem for Jack: she was afraid of the upcoming times when Miranda would do something very- wrong and Jack would have to discipline her severely. Sure, the Convict loved rough, kinky sex. But she also loved this womanit would be hard for her to slip into the role of cruel Mistress that abused her Pet, which was probably the type of Mistress Miranda had no doubt seen when she was searching the extranet for inspiration. Jack would gladly strip Miranda down to nothing, but shed never hurt her girlfriend just for the sake of hurting her.
Even as she surveyed the red marks on her otherwise perfect rear, Jack felt a slight twinge of remorse for damaging something so delicate and beautiful. But Miranda wasnt delicate, at least not entirelyshe could be a controlling, manipulative woman. One that was constantly burdened by her job and responsibilities. Her lover seemed to need thisneed to just have control taken away from her so that she could relax and enjoy the pleasure that Jack would surely give her. The younger woman felt a swell of pride in her chest that Miranda trusted her enough to voice her desires.
You will call me Mistress, but I will not punish you if you call me Jack. But I will- punish you if you call me Maam. And I will call you Pet, but only when you are good. Jack began to let her slip a little more into character. She started running the tongue of her crop lightly along Mirandas back, coming down her rear and to her thighs, using it to coax her legs apart. Jack smirked a bit as she saw how wet she was already.
When we are in a scene, I expect you to trust me with your body and what you want, no matter how kinky or embarrassed you are by your desires. Youre also to do as youre told and obey me without question. Understand? Jack leaned closer to her, breaking the scene for just a moment to reassuringly whisper into her ear, But when were no longer playing, youre just my Miri and I love you very much. Dont be too proud to use your word if you need it. With a little smile, Jack roughly nipped at her earlobe and then straightened up once more, her voice taking a more authoritative tone. Nowbefore we can have any fun, I still have to punish you for being 10 minutes late with no excuse and for wearing that fucking uniform when you know- I want to fuck you senseless. Now hold still. Jack barked out the last command.
That was the only warning Miranda got before she whipped the riding crop down, using the thin shaft to cane her rather than using the more pleasant tongue to spank her. Jack knew the pain of getting struck by the thin rod of the crop, and she absolutely hated- it herself. But that was the point: for Miranda to see what a more severe punishment was going to be like so that she knew what to expect. Sure, Jack would probably give her a more pleasant spanking if she was ever mouthy or for other minor infractions, but right now the young biotic wanted to make sure that her Pet knew that she wouldn't tolerate tardiness. One! .Two! Jack called out each blow as it was delivered. Had this been any other woman, Jack wouldve settled for only two welts; one for each infraction. But Miranda was a very strong woman, Jack was sure that she could handle 10, one for each minute she was late. Three! .Four!....Five!...
She paused just a moment, to see if Miranda would cry Mercy to end the pain, but when she didnt, Jack went ahead and finished up doling out her naughty sluts punishment. Six!...Seven!...Eight!...Nine!....TEN! The last hit came down especially hard, replacing the soft red outlines of the tongue with deep, maroon welts that crossed both cheeks. Miranda would probably have difficulty sitting in her office chair for the rest of the week.
Jacks heart was pounding from the rush of power that had gone to her head. With a little shudder, she tried to regain her composure. The soft leather of the riding crops tongue began working over the new welts she had left, soothing the hypersensitive and pained flesh of Mirandas once perfect rear.
Therenow I hope youre going to be my good Pet now and tell me what exactly a depraved slut like you has been searching for on the extranet.
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Miranda's inner desire to be controlled by the strong woman Jack had shown herself to be surged as she began speaking towards the topic she so wanted to discuss. What was said, that only made it all the more exciting. Something about the word mistress made Miranda shudder with delight, she bit her lower lip and the combination look of that with her reddened cheeks was incredibly sexy and she nodded to signify that she understood what the rules were. She liked hearing Mistress, like the idea of saying it, but she also appreciated being able to say Jack whenever she wished. Ma'am would have been odd, Jack was younger and in the bedroom she was more experienced but Miranda wasn't going to give up her position outside of the bedroom. The night before had been wonderful, she liked holding Jack in her arms and reassuring her as she slept, as much as she wanted the woman to take her when they were having fun she wanted to keep the rest the same.
It was time for her to speak again soon enough however, she got back into the moment and nodded again, "Yes, I understand. I trust you and won't disobey..." For a woman like Miranda saying she wouldn't disobey was not only rare but a promise, she would never go back on her word, at least not while they were in scene, outside of it she had a feeling her mouth would get the better of her but then again that only meant more of this pleasure when they were alone. She did slip in an "I love you too." after Jack whispered the comforting words but it was brief and soon she was looking down at the bed, listening to Jack and waiting for her punishment to come. She knew it was coming when the authoritative tone reached her ear and she bit her lower lip, her body quivering as it awaited the punishment, holding completely still as she was instructed, her perfect body an instrument for Jack to do with as she pleased, though a small "Yes Mistress." Escaped her lips, a pleased tone behind the word.
Then it came, the first smack across her ass being incredibly painful and since she hadn't been expecting it a sharp pained cry escaped her mouth. It was incredibly sexy. Something about the way she sounded made it clear that not only was Miranda in pain but also that she just loved it. The ten hits all caused the same reaction, she became expectant of it but it still hurt to an incredible degree and she cried out with each one, tears forming in her eyes but tears she refused to let be seen. Of course there was something else that happened when she was smacked, her sex began to drip with her juices, more than before she was horny, her body begging to be fucked, the pain providing an increased physical desire that seemed unnatural and made her feel a bit like a freak, but one she couldn't deny and that she doubted Jack would miss. She truly did desire punishment, desire to be controlled, and she was curious why it had taken so long for someone to come along and show her that desire, awaken the kinky side of hers.
Perhaps she had always been waiting for a woman like Jack, someone strong enough to take what they wanted and force away her walls. She was lucky it was Jack, someone she found herself attracted to in more than a physical manner, and a person she could actually enjoy being around. That didn't matter for the moment though, Miranda was horny and in the little scene as Jack called it the only thing that mattered was pleasure. When Jack asked her another question though she looked back from her current position, a shy look on her face as she hesitated to answer, though she didn't dare deny her Mistress an answer, she had learned enough to know better from the things she had watched. "Um well..." Nervousness, a trouble speaking, only Jack knew that side of Miranda and it was no doubt adorable compared to her usual arrogance and superiority.
When it finally came out right she couldn't tell everything she had looked at, instead she mentioned a few things she had found interesting, just to get them out there. "I saw a lot of restraints being used... spanking... something where the slave was toyed with to the point of cumming yet never allows to cum..." She was hesitant to say anything about edging but she found it just as intriguing as she did unsettling. "Also I came across a good deal of rough material and well... I really liked it, though nothing came close to what you are capable of Mistress." She bit her lower lip and looked back at Jack, her neck cranked to see her Mistress and remain on hands and knees. Then she began to wonder, where the lovely toy they had played with, that nice attachable cock, she had been looking forward to her lover's thrusts.
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Slowly the supple leather tongue of the crop began working lower. She caressed the bottom curve of Mirandas voluptuous rear. It was free of marks, and Jack couldnt help but give it a couple of quick, light smacks so that it glowed just as light red as the rest of her ass. Very nice The Convict grinned and then moved to kneel on the bed behind Miranda. She sat back on her heels, then set the riding crop down next to them. Her hands began to wander along the abused, swollen flesh. Calloused fingers dancing along the welts that were already raised and radiating heat. Even though she was a little distracted while playing with the fleshy mounds, Jack was paying pretty close attention to every word Miranda said.
Did you order anything, Pet? Or were you a good girl and waited so that we could pick out your new toys together. Jack purred, pleased that the kinks Miranda listed lined up with hers so nicely. They could probably find a few makeshift restraints over in the Armory; handcuffs and the like, but Jack would definitely like to go sex toy shopping on Illium or Omega. Hmmmaybe some remote controlled vibrators, a blindfold, a flogger, ropes A little grin formed on her lips at the thought of having Miranda tied down to the bed, perfectly helpless as Jack teased and tormented her soaking wet sex. Granted, Jack could always lock up bits and pieces of Miranda up in a stasis fieldbut that wasnt as satisfying as actually having something there to restrain her.
Her fingers drifted down, the rough pads running down Mirandas quivering outer lips. Jack didnt pay much mind to her throbbing sex just yet. Instead, her digits played lightly along her thighs that already had her arousal smeared all over them. So wet for me alreadysuch a kinky little slut. As tempted as she was to lick up every drop of Mirandas cum, Jack resisted the urge. Shed let Miranda soak in the shame and embarrassment that she got off on something so taboo.
Ive wanted to fuck you all day. But youve been such a bad girl. Looking at porn when you shouldve been workingnow I dont know if you deserve it. Jacks hands left Mirandas thighs and she smirked a bit as her lover whimpered a the loss of contact. Now she began to work the button and zipper of her pants, opening them up but leaving them on. Jack knew that she looked much more masculine as long as her baggy clothes were covering her, hiding all the soft, feminine curves she had.
The buldge in her boxer briefs was much more noticeable now, the toy straining against the fabric. With a sigh of relief, she tugged the band just low enough so that the fake cock could spring free, bobbing proudly between her legs. She looked up and grinned as she caught Miranda hungrily eying the toy that looked so real, the toy that had been responsible for immense amounts of pleasure last night. Is this what you wanted? Jack chuckled and took hold of her throbbing cock, slowly running her hand from the base to the tip, heaving a low groan just for her captive audience. Tell your Mistress how much you want her to use that tight little pussy of yours instead of her own hand. Sure that Miranda had never truly begged for anything in her whole life, Jack was excited to see if her new pet could manage the nerve to vocalize what she wanted.
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Miranda yelped gently when the rest of her ass was given some light attention by Jack, the smack of the leather crop being pleasant to her ears. She was reacting to not only the sting but also the sound and she couldn't stop her body from reacting. "I didn't order anything Mistress... I simply looked to see what all was available." Her voice was a bit heavy, desire saturated in and it was obvious how much she wanted what was being done to her. Miranda's ears even perked up as she heard Jack going on about possible toys they could purchase, remote controlled vibrators, blindfolds, a flogger, even something as simple as rope had her excited. It also had her a bit nervous, the power Jack would have even during the day when they weren't together, it would be massive with toys like remote vibrators. That was only the beginning from what her research had found and she knew that she would be in trouble if Jack decided to be mean to her, to tease her while she was busy doing other things, maybe even during a meeting or mission.
As nervous as that made her she was also incredibly turned on by the idea of being controlled at any time. Her mind was yanked to more pressing matters as fingers brushed along her thigh, the feeling of her flowing juices being moved about brought a blush to her cheeks. She really was a kinky little slut, she was so horny that she couldn't deny anything Jack said. Pain was turning her on, if that wasn't being a slut then nothing was. She even found herself whimpering at what Jack said next, looking back with pleading eyes, she had wanted to be fucked by Jack all day and while she didn't speak it aloud her body language and the look in her eyes admitted it all. She even went as far as to shake her hips, though that was more instinctive than anything and that marked ass begged for further attention, the throbbing pain not coming anywhere near dissuading her from asking for further love, especially if it was something other than punishment.
That desire that she had so present on her face only increased further when those baggy pants were unzipped, her mouth beginning to water and her sex dripping more than ever when she saw the bulge in her briefs. She knew what it was and she wanted it, another whimper escaping her lips as her desire overtook her pride completely. It was something that seemed to be happening when she was with Jack and the very thing she had been thinking was nice, that she could abandon such vain things as pride and focus on what she truly wanted. Her head nodded when Jack asked her if that was what she wanted, her eyes looking over the throbbing cock and her tongue gliding sensually over her beautiful lips. She was watching Jack's hand, watching as it stroked that thick manly cock, eyes focused on each small movement and her body reacting in the most wonderful way possible, by quivering and begging in its own way.
Jack never gave her anything easily though and she found herself faced with a choice, vocalize what she wanted for the first time, perhaps in her life, or be denied the pleasure. She didn't want to miss out, if would be her fault and she wasn't so stupid as to deny herself what she wanted, not with Jack. "I..." Hesitation was not as easy to get over though and she took a deep breath. "I want you to use my pussy Mistress... Please, use me instead of your hand... Please..." She was blushing a deep pink, her porcelain skin burning with embarrassment, but she had said it and there was a look in her eyes that expressed how happy she was to have admitted it, but also something that begged Jack to be proud of her, to reward her. She wondered if Jack knew how hard that was for her and how much it meant, because as with many things they had done in the past few days it was a first for Miranda. This was a bit different however, it was something even higher than admitting she had fallen for Jack, something higher than giving up control, it was her tossing aside her pride, begging for what she truly wanted, and letting every single barrier still in place collapse.
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Jack moaned once more, stroking herself a little harder as she watched that crafty little tongue lick those pouty lips. It was so tempting to fuck Mirandas mouth with her cock instead of her dripping wet foldsshe had been so good at giving head last time, Miranda could easily become fantastic at it with a little more practice. But as words started to spill out of her lovers mouth, Jack became determined to properly reward her begging Operative with something more enjoyable for the both of them. Her cock throbbed a little harder in her hand as she surveyed her lover that was blushing pink with embarrassment; breaking Mirandas innocence and shyness was turning in to a massive turn on for the young Convict. Those blue eyes were gazing at her, desperate for a reward and some reassurance that she had done something good. Jack wouldnt be so cruel as to deny her lover anything in that moment.
Truth be told, she hadnt expected the Cerberus Princess to actually do it. Jack knew that Miranda was proud to the point that it turned into arrogance; for her to actually beg for anything was a big step, a huge- step. So Mirandas Mistress smiled, a genuine, happy smile. Such a very good Pet, Jack purred, sitting up onto her knees so that she could press the bulbous head of the toy against Mirandas slick heat. Mmmyoure so wet for me already, I dont even need to tease you now do I? brown eyes shut as groaned happily, relishing in the feeling of needy folds clenching around the tip of her member. Having spent the entire day wanting to fuck Miranda senseless, she just about lost control of herself and dove right in. But instead, she shivered, took a deep breath, and collected herself.
You are not to cum until I say. And if you feel like youre going to cum, you better fucking warn me so that I can stop, she growled out the order. She wanted her Pet to be a whimpering, desperate mess, begging for the privilege to climax. As good as Jack was with reading body language, she knew that she was going to lose herself while she worked to get off.
Now that the tip of her pulsing rod was enveloped securely in Mirandas folds, she let go of the toy and grasped the Operatives hips roughly. Finished stating the rules, now Jack could finally get what she wanted: to use Miranda for her own pleasure. Without any warning, she plowed the entire length of the throbbing dildo right into her pussy, moaning at how deliciously tight and wet her little pet was. Her strong hands kept Miranda from bouncing backwards into her, forcing her to stay still while Jack picked up a rough and hard pace.
What would the crew think if they saw their Executive Officer, on her hands and knees and begging to be fucked like a common whore? Although it was phrased as a question, the Convict didnt expect Miranda to answer. Jack knew she was pushing her pet mentally, maybe even pushing a little too hard, but she needed to rip down all her walls. Or if they knew that the arrogant Ice Queen likes to be spanked until she cant sit straight. Jack felt Mirandas pussy quiver and SMACK! she landed a firm spank on her already bruised behind. Dont you dare cum yet, slut! Im not done using you yet. Jack growled. With the transmitter only working at 50%, the Convicts thrusting was absolutely brutal.
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The look on Jack's face alerted Miranda that she had pleased the woman and while it was not an easy decision for the Operative she knew she had made the right one. Not only that but begging wasn't as difficult with Jack, if it had been anybody else she would have just barked an insult, telling them to go fuck themselves and throwing them across the room. With Jack not only had she managed to voice it but she didn't feel ashamed, just embarrassed and a bit shy, emotions that were as odd as the ease of abandoning her pride. There was an overall warm feeling to it though, she liked being able to give herself over to someone, especially as she found out about the rewards that came along with her decision. Not only physical but the word pet and the sweetness in Jack's voice as she made it known how pleased she was by Miranda's actions. Miranda would have to get use to it but as far as she could see it was quite beneficial and pleasurable to stop worrying so much about her pride and let herself enjoy what she could receive without it, at least around Jack, she would still be her same arrogant prideful self with other people.
Of course nothing was as good as the feeling of the cock pressing against her sex, the entrance of her tight sex gripping the head of the cock and a moan escaping her lips. She did whimper and look back at Jack when she gave her order but the growl and look on Jack's face let her know that the order was not to be ignored and she didn't say anything, she would simply obey and do as she was told, though it didn't bode well for the Operative, her lust so great that purposefully having it stop would be hell. Of course this was what she asked for and despite the impending hardship she wasn't regretting it at all, in fact she found herself more excited than ever, once again her body and mind reacting in such an odd way to something that would normally upset or discourage someone, just as it had when she was hit with the crop, she loved it.
Before she could respond or even prepare herself it began, her hips felt the calloused hands and a hard thrust reminded her of why she had been so eager. A moan instantly escaped her lips and as much as she would have liked to push back she couldn't, she was being forced to stay still. Jack picked up the slack though, slamming into her without mercy, a pounding so hard that it hurt, though not nearly the same amount as it felt good. So before long she was moaning at a consistent pace, each rough thrust reaching deep inside the woman and giving her what she craved so badly. Of course her reaction to the powerful fucking was nothing more than sluttish, moans and cries of pure ecstasy flowing from her pouty lips and her juices spilling out, her wetness the only reason her tight sex was able to withstand such a merciless pounding.
The way she was acting made it impossible to deny what Jack was saying and all she could do was blush in embarrassment. Nobody on the ship would believe that Miranda would get on her knees for any reason, especially not to get fucked like a whore, rough and as kinky as she could get it. Neither would they suspect she would beg for a damn things. So them imagining her getting spanked and loving it, getting off on it, that was totally out of the question except for in the fantasies of some of the crew. That was how it was however and it furthered when she cried out in pleasure as she was spanked, her already sore ass hurting but feeling too damn good for her to care. She enjoyed the pain, it was driving her wild and she would be glad to accept more if she could get it.
That being said not cumming was going to be difficult, she was going to do as Jack said, let the woman use her for as long as she wanted to. It didn't take long before she had to say the words she knew would only bring her less pleasure, her voice a whimper as she didn't really want to say it. "I'm going to cum..." She was quivering, her entire body telling her to let it happen, to stop trying to fight the urge to climax and she had to fight to stop herself from giving in. Of course the thought had crossed her mind that if she allowed herself to orgasm she would only be punished and that she rather enjoyed her last punishment even if the pain was still present. It was a rather enjoyable sting, each slam of Jack's his against her ass shooting a jolt of pain right through her, one that only made the experience more pleasurable, something she acknowledged without really knowing why it was that way. Regardless she had chosen to speak up and she was curious what was going to happen now that she had, though most of her focus was on holding herself back, stopping herself from giving in.
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DAMNIT! Jack roared her displeasure at having to stop. She too had been so close to her own orgasmbut she knew she couldnt continue, not without forcing her pet over the edge. With Mirandas slick heat quivering around her and the way her body was trembling with the effort it took to hold back her orgasm, Jack knew the Operative would burst with just a couple more thrusts. Fuckshe needed to back off. With a grunt of effort she pulled the cock out of her, leaving Mirandas pussy empty and wanting. The rush of cool air enveloping her throbbing member made the Convict gasp and she quickly wrapped a calloused hand around the toy to make up for the loss of Mirandas heat. Dont you dare fuckin touch yourself.
She needed to take the edge off, her body was so high strung she could barely think clearly anymore. But her pets stamina was disappointing, and Jack couldnt reward her by releasing inside of her. Miranda hadnt earned that privilege yet. Furiously she began stroking the length of the shaft, even though she knew this orgasm wouldnt be as good as one achieved buried inside of Miranda, she needed something-, anything to make the throbbing ache between her legs go away. Only a few pumps were needed until she let out a loud groan, mostly for Mirandas benefit, just to let her let Miranda know that Jack had finally reached her peak without her. Jacks abdominal muscles twitched, her body jerked and her arousal that had been building up in the toy shot out, coating Mirandas ass and thighs in thick streaks of clear fluid. Heavily panting and sweating, Jack sat back onto her heels, a smug little smirk on her lips as she surveyed her work. Her pet was an absolute mess: that porcelain ass covered in deep red welts and bright pink crop prints, her own arousal smeared all over her inner thighs, and now she was covered in Jacks hot, sticky cum.
Stay. Jack ordered as Miranda began whimpering, probably upset that she had gone from lots of contact to none. But now that she was sweaty and overheated, Jack realized she needed to finally lose her clothes. She hopped off of the bed so that she could easily strip out of her pants and boxers that were now sticky with sweat, and peel off the leather straps that hid her nipples. A little shiver went up her spine as the cool air of the room hit her lanky, rapidly cooling body. She turned, just in time to catch Mirandas blue eyes watching her hungrily. Whats the matter Pet, are you upset I jerked myself off instead of cumming inside of you? Jacks grinning face lit up ominously as she turned on her Omnitool, switching the sensitivity so that the sensation-transmitting strap-on transmitted signals at 100%.
Now that that was taken care of, she eased herself back onto the bed behind Miranda. She yanked at her thighs, separating them even further so that her pet sank lower on the bed, baring every inch of her to Jacks admiring brown eyes. Now that the folds of her sex were so lewdly parted for her Mistress, Jack reached between her pets legs, easily finding her pulsing clit. She pinched and tugged at the sensitive bundle, sending jolts of pleasure coated with spikes of pain through her pets body. What do you want Pet? SMACK! Jack had let go of Mirandas clit, and now slapped her entire pussy with an open hand. "Do you want me to fuck you?" SMACK! another blow to her hypersensitive folds, harder this time. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jack kept slapping Miranda's usually pink sex until she saw it turn bright red, then began gently tracing agonizingly light circles around her clit to help soothe the biting pain.
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Miranda had known Jack wouldn't be happy with her admission even if she had asked for it, having to stop was just as bad for her Mistress as it was for Miranda herself. However she couldn't not say anything, there was no faking it with Jack, she would have known about the orgasm and had to stop to punish Miranda, a short term gain but in the long term Miranda would have lost out. That didn't mean she didn't whimper when the cock was pulled out of her, the emptiness and lack of climax drove her a little mad and she could only put her head against the bed and try and bare it as Jack commanded her not to touch herself. She wanted nothing more than to move one of her delicate hands downward and finish the job Jack had started but she didn't dare actually do so. Instead she looked back at Jack and whimpered once more, her eyes begging for release but her lips holding her feelings back. She wondered if Jack had ever been toyed with in such a way and while she truly enjoyed being controlled, being dominated to the point of not knowing what to do with herself, she had a bit of an urge to dish something right back when she had a chance.
Of course that would have to wait until she had not only the idea but the chance to do such a thing, for the night she was Jack's, for most of the time they were together it would probably be the same, but one day she would get a chance to have the girl for a night and she would have plenty to work with when that time came. Then again she also had another role to fulfill when Jack wasn't in control, the mature and adult one, the woman who wanted to take care of Jack, and while that was suppressed while Jack took control it was never going to go away and it took precedence over anything else when it truly came down to it. That was not something she needed to be currently though and she returned to reality as warn fluid was sprayed against her ass and thighs, the warmth and previous moan from Jack sending shivers down her spine, why the hell did Jack have to pull out, she wanted it inside of her desperately, she wasn't even sure why but she did.
Then came another order, for her to stay, and while she wanted nothing more than to cum, or to have Jack inside of her, she had to just stay put and watch. Her eyes followed Jack, watching as she stripped from her clothing, the beautiful woman beneath the tomboy attire out once again. She was fucking gorgeous and Miranda's body reacted favorably, she was dripping and quivering in desire. Luckily for her Jack approached before long, obviously wanting more as much as Miranda did. So when her legs were spread further, her ass sticking up in the air due to that, she purred, wanting nothing more than to have Jack inside of her again, and expected that to happen. When it did not she was a bit angry but instead of doing what she would have if someone disappointed her so much previously, throwing them against a wall or destroying them mentally, she found herself a whimpering mess yet again, unable to say anything as she waited to see what Jack was doing.
Her waiting only brought more difficultly, moans escaping her lips as her clit got some attention, some rough attention at that. Her voice came out, loudly and without pause as she was smacked over and over again, the pain involved being translated into a strange pleasure and it kept her ready. Worse than just waiting or the smacks was the light tracing. One would think light tracing was nothing to think about, that it couldn't do a damn thing, but with her sex and clit currently being so sensitive it was the most agonizing thing she had experienced all night. In fact she would have preferred being smacked or spanked to the finger making its way slowly around her clit. "I... I want you to fuck me..." She hoped admitting it would get the ball rolling because what she wanted couldn't wait, her body was aching for release and the only way she could get it at that moment was for Jack to give it to her. She just hoped the woman would give her what she wanted, hoped her asking for it would please her Mistress enough to get her a nice thick reward. She was becoming a lewd woman, a slut, and she knew it.
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You want me to fuck you hmmm? Jack grinned as Miranda whimpered once more. I dunno the young biotic drawled, pretending to think it over while her fingers traced lazy circles around her pets aching clit. I suppose youve been a very good pet todayobeyed all my orders like a good girl. Her hand left Mirandas sex as Jack made a show of rearranging herself into a more comfortable position. The young biotic was nothing but rippling muscle and ink. She could easily have dragged Miranda through a rough, mind shattering orgasm. But where would be the fun in that? Instead of the roughness Miranda was growing accustomed to, Jack eased the fake cock into her. Centimeter by centimeter, the toy disappeared slowly into the folds that were so ready for her. Mmmm fuckyoure dripping wet. You really want to cum dont you? Jack purred as she drew out , the bulbous head of the toy draggin against Mirandas most sensitive spot so terribly slowly that Jack was sure she wouldnt be able to cum. Every motion the young Mistress made was slow and deliberate. It gave just enough friction to feel good but lacked any sort of speed or passionate thrusting needed in order to finally find release.
No amount of begging or pleading would change Jacks mind: she was set to torture Miranda with a nice, slow, fuck. After all, her pet hadnt specified what -kind- of fucking she wanted, so Jack decided to make the decision for her. Besides, she herself liked to play this game: to see how self-disciplined she could be and see how long she could fend off the growing urge to ravish her pet completely. This was the closest she ever came to subbing: Jack herself as her own Mistress. The young biotic had never had anyone toy with her the way she toyed with Miranda. She had never trusted anyone to be her Mistress, let alone her Top. Jack was strong, she just sort of naturally ended up with women with submissive personalities. But Miranda wasnt a weak petshe could easily toss Jack into a wall like a ragdoll if she wanted to. The Operative was choosing- to submit, -choosing- to trust Jack to take care of all the things she couldnt say. The thought both thrilled and scared her that Miranda may just be a switch rather than a true sub.
Jack was brought out of her musings as Miranda tried to rock her body backwards onto the toy, seeking more pleasure. Jack gave her a nice swift WHACK! on the ass in response. Stay still pet. Enjoy it.... She cooed softly, trying to get her pet to be still. She knew that this was horrible, especially for Miranda who hadnt cum yet. But when they both finally found release it would be mind-blowing. The slow build up would be worth it, no matter how maddening and torturous it felt now. Jack hardly ever took her time or savored anything- in her life. But slowly thrusting the dildo in and out of Miranda was one thing that she could spend hours doing and never get tired of. The way her folds so desperately clutched and squeezed Jacks cockthe enveloping warmth that made goosebumps pop up over her cool body. Even all her little whimpers and moans, it all drove the younger woman wild.
By the time Jacks self control broke, she was so wound up that it actually hurt. The cock throbbing between her legs pulsed so hard that she thought it was going to burst. Her core was tight, burning; her entire body begging for her to just submit to the primal urges that were reclaiming her. She couldnt take it anymore, she needed- to ravish Miranda, claim her as hers, fill her pet with her cum and fuck her until they both could barely breath. After forcing herself to back out of Miranda, so far that the tip of the cock threatened to fall out, and probably would have had Mirandas folds not have been clutching so desperately to the toy, Jack rammed the entire length into her with a growl. Holyfuck she moaned. The brutal pace from the beginning of the night was nothing in comparison to the absolutely frantic, haphazard drilling that Jacks hips were up to now as she sought her release. Ohhh...oh shit...yes...fuck! Cum for me Pet.cum for your Mistress. She panted, a sheen of sweat coating her tattooed body. She tossed her head back, mouth open in a soundless scream as she felt Miranda start to quiver and tremble around her.
Mmmphohhhoh fuck FUCK! Jack cried, her cock pulsing heavily as she came. The tip of the toy burst with thick ropes of Jacks arousal, filling Miranda, spilling out of her pussy and down her thighs. Her hips lewdly slapped against her pet as Jack kept going, cursing and shouting as pleasure clouded her mind and her body kept rocking forward, seeking more of the wonderful sensation.
Dizzy and panting as she came down from her high, Jack fell forward, her sweaty body crashing into Mirandas. The poor convict was spent and couldnt even make an attempt to hold herself up any longer.
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Jack's continued denial made Miranda a bit upset, she was whimpering and looking back with hate in her eyes. It was playful, not true hate but she was making it clear that she wanted something more. She did find a lovely distraction though, she found her eyes admiring the beautiful woman Jack truly was. She had always had a thing for muscular and toned bodies, the sexy woman had strength that few people had and she loved it, loved everything about her. Of course she had never been aware how sexy it could be on a feminine woman. She had also learned something else, that she liked tattoos, something about that muscly inked body turned her on, and the feminine curves just made it so much better. Jack was just magnificent and she found herself wondering how she didn't notice before, or if perhaps she had simply been in denial, using what went on between them to ignore urges towards the fiery girl. The thoughts were ended when a single word fluttered into her mind, 'pervert', and it was truly what she was, a woman of her age lusting and fawning over a young girl.
It was worse than that even, she was loving having that younger girl tease and fuck her, so much so that she couldn't even disagree with being called a slut. She was a pervert, a slut and a pervert and she wanted nothing more than to embrace it at that point, to allow herself to go with her new image, yet only in the presence of her young Mistress. So that made it hard to stop herself and as her body began to move on its own to counteract the painfully slow thrusting she knew she was in for a reprimand. The whack to her ass didn't come as a surprise and she simply moaned out, the jolt of pain also bringing her a bit of pleasure that the slow teasing didn't provide, though it did stop her movements. She wanted to be good, to allow Jack to do whatever she wished, and she also wanted to prove that she could listen to orders and trusted Jack. With that she didn't move again, whimpering and moaning gently in frustration as it continued.
The teasing that Jack called fucking was maddening and after awhile she had taken to gripping the sheets and gritting her teeth to stop herself from allowing herself to move. She needed to cum and to do that she needed something more than the teasing and it was more tempting as she felt Jack's cock throbbing in its desire to plow her. So when it finally came she could do nothing but submit herself too it, loud moans and screams of pure ecstasy escaping her lips, it felt amazing and she didn't want anything but more of the rather brutal and animalistic fucking. It really was unique though, she had never been mounted in such a way, never had such desperate powerful hips slamming into her, and the large cock filling her tight hungry hole was enough to get her yelling, but not just anything, she had begun yelling Jack's name. "Oh fuck, Jack... Fuck me... Please don't stop!" She was begging, a tone in her voice that was more than pleasure, one that made it obvious that she would do anything to keep the pleasure coming and that was the truth. At that moment Jack would do absolutely anything to keep her fix coming, especially at the insanely pleasurable pace, even if her body was going to pay for it.
Before she could figure out what was going on she was cumming, the pent up need for an orgasm making it very easy for her to find release. Finally achieving that pleasure was something difficult to handle in and of itself though, she found herself cumming several times without pause and her body was overloading with all that had been done to her over the past period of time. "Oh fuck... I don't know if I can... Take this..." A loud arching moan came from the woman as her body shook and quivered, being fucked so hard and so passionately made it impossible for her to calm herself and almost as her to do anything but moan and scream. "Jack... Mistress... Fuck!" She didn't know whether to ask for Jack to stop or continue and before she could decide it was over, the pounding stopped and after one last long orgasm it all came to an end.
Jack's weight on top of her moments later caused Miranda's arms to buckle and she collapsed on to the bed, her body a sweaty mess but it felt nice, their bodies pressed against one another slick with sweat. The cum inside her and running down her sexy thighs was warm and ultimately satisfying, especially with it being Jack's. And most of all as she placed her head against the bed she could look back and see Jack and a smile formed on her panting face. "Thank you Mistress." The last three words said in a breathless voice, she felt completely worn out. Of course when that was said she smiled again, a hand reaching back and weakly touching Jack's arm before falling back to the bed. "Jack... Do you realize what you've done?" She paused, still breathing heavily as her voice and attitude returned more to a lover than a sub, seeing that Jack was exhausted as well. "I'm so yours..." She giggled weakly before closing her eyes and just laying there for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of finally being relieved and not moving, letting her body cool down and the feeling of her lovers body atop her own. 'Fuck Miranda, you're so in love... How the hell did this happen?' was the only thought in her mind, but contrary to how she had always thought about it in the past she actually liked the feeling now, liked being in love and against all odds liked what that entailed. It was probably the best feeling she had ever had.
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Youre welcome Pet. Jack murmured. She shut her eyes, a content smile on her face as she relaxed ontop of Mirandas body. The feeling of a delicate hand touching her arm made the younger woman open her eyes and tilt her head back to look at Miranda again. What did I do Miri? She asked before chuckling at the admission that the Operative was all hers. Never thought Ms. Perfect would end up with a fucking psychopath. The younger woman teased. Looking at them side by side, even when they werent spitting insults, no one would ever guess that they were together. They were just so different on the outsideto the point where even Jack was caught off guard by how similar they both were at their cores.
But Im glad youre all mine. Im not fucking sharing your ass with anyone. Jack smirked. She knew bitchface Kelly Chambers went around spouting her Jack approaches sex casually and fucks everyone because shes got issues bullshit and yeah, that was truesometimes. But the Convict actually -liked- Miranda. Sex with her wasnt casualit actually meant something to Jack and of course the younger biotic would be faithful to her girl. Miranda was hers-, her girlfriend, her pet, her lover.
As tired as she was, she managed to make a little effort to wiggle her body up Mirandas body so that she could kiss her neck. She wanted to physically mark Miranda as hers. Collaring wasnt really her styleyears of wearing a biotic dampening shock collar made her hate the things. And she didnt think Miranda would be too keen on getting a tattoo; but a hickey would probably a good compromise. Jack picked a spot on her neck that would be hidden by her uniform, to her left side, a little bit under her choker. And once she had kissed and nibbled her way to that spot, Jack gave it a little nip before sucking on the soft, porcelain flesh. Miranda was so pale that it didnt take long for the sucking to leave a hickey. With a satisfied grin, Jack snuggled back into her. There, now youre definitely marked as mine.
Jack didnt want to moveshe was exhausted. And Miranda felt so comfy underneath her. She liked the feel of the other womans body when she was breathing, the way it made both of them rise and fall slightly as Jack laid ontop of her. But the younger woman realized that she should probably get off so that Miranda could go to bed. It was latethey both had to be up early in the morning. So with a bit of a whimpering groan, Jack adjusted herself so that she could at least take the toy out of both of them. Fuck she hissed and shuddered as the cool air of the room hit the fake phallus and immediately yanked the sensation transmitting toy out of her, tossing it to the side. The toy had been an absolute wet mess, she could only assume Mirandas sex was just was uncomfortably wet.
Stay still Jack whispered as she started to crawl down Mirandas back. The words were more of a request rather than an order. Just relax Lips found their way down Mirandas creamy skin and to the welts from the riding crop. Tenderly, Jack began to lick the old wounds, soothing and cleaning them with her nice, warm tongue. I hope I didnt hurt you too bad, she said after catching the faint taste of blood from some of the darker welts. A few more licks and kisses were given to her marred rear, sort of an apology. Jack knew that Miranda asked for it, even loved the rough treatment. But after their play, when she fell back into the role of lover rather than Mistress, Jack didnt like to see Miranda hurt, even if she was the one who had caused it.
Lower the younger woman kept going until she finally reached the soaking wet lips of Mirandas sex. Diligently she began to lap up the mess between her lovers legs. Showering before bed would probably be easierbut the showers were sooooo far away. Besides, Jack didnt mind her own taste, it wasnt bad. And the Operatives taste was easily something she liked much better, maybe it was just because it was Mirandas. Mmmthink you can cum again for me baby? Jack purred as her lapping turned into more adamant licking and sucking. She sucked and licked the entirety of Mirandas sex before focusing just on the little bundle of nerves that she had neglected all night. The little nub became trapped between soft lips, a skillful tongue flicking at it from side to side as she tried to bring Mirandas tired body over another peak.
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'Never thought Ms. Perfect would end up with a fucking psychopath.' Those words made Miranda looked back at Jack with a rather serious expression, no anger or concern but she was deep in thought. People really wouldn't guess about her and Jack but she objected to the use of psychopath to describe her young lover. Sure she had used similar words in the past but the truth was far different, Jack wasn't a psychopath, in fact she was adorable and sweet, cuter than anyone would give her credit for. Miranda knew this now and she would be damned if she was going to let anyone treat the girl badly again, though she would have to figure out ways to protect the young girl without being discovered, as much as she loved Jack they both knew what would happen if someone found out about their connection. Sure some people would accept it, Shepard would probably just tease them, but others would strongly object and it would cause tensions to rise on the ship, not to mention if it got back to Cerberus HQ they would both be in trouble. So for now, while they had to be on point for the mission that was practically suicidal, they had to keep it contained, at least for as long as they could.
That didn't matter though, she was spending plenty of time with Jack and while they had yet to do much more than fuck there would be plenty of time to actually go out together. Besides, when all was said and done she had the girl beside her at night, something she planned on making mandatory for the younger girl. For the moment she was simply relaxing more than anything, she wasn't moving or even speaking, her eyes had closed again and she took in everything around her, especially Jack's very slow movements, wondering what the girl was up to. Then she found out, kissing and nipping occurring at her neck, small giggles escaping her as she remained still, allowing the hickey to be given to her and smiling when Jack spoke of the mark. "Yes, though perhaps something more permanent eventually, until then you'll have to refresh that mark love." Her voice was soft and conveyed the immense amount of emotion she contained for Jack and if she had the will to move she would have turned around and held her lover tight. For the moment though she was having trouble speaking, she was exhausted and needed a minute before she would be able to do anything substantial.
A moment was enough for Jack to get herself mobile again, something that Miranda knew would only lead to no good, and that thought made her grin, wondering what Jack would do. The first step was removing the fake cock of course and while she knew it was coming a soft moan escaped her lips as it did, the filling presence being removed causing her to whimper slightly, it had felt good to be connected. However there was always more with Jack, it never ended when she expected it to and that was true of the current situation as well. Soon she felt the tongue running against her sore but delicious ass, moans escaping as the bruises and welts were taken care of by the warm soothing tongue. "You didn't... Besides, I heal incredibly fast you know, faster than other humans, I'll be fine." She didn't mention how much worse she had been hurt in the past, they both knew pain and how little that had truly been compared to what each of them had experienced, she preferred to speak of the positive, of how she would be fine quickly and how Jack didn't need to worry.
She didn't speak after that, when he sex began to be taken care of she could only whimper, she was still quite exhausted and her body was throbbing after the overload of pleasure but here she was being revved up again. She couldn't say no to Jack's question but neither would she say yes, she had been ready to hold Jack close and drift off, maybe chat a bit but other than that to relax. She wasn't so sure she wanted more attention. Yet she was getting it and her sensitive body couldn't take much, her voice slowly rising in volume until she was thrown onto another ride, her body shaking as pleasure shot through her and her delicate bundle of nerves got attention it had lacked during the long and drawn out fucking she had received earlier. "You bitch..." It wasn't serious, in fact her tone was entirely playful, but by that time she had come down a bit and had some degree of control over herself, panting but rolling over once the orgasm had ended. Then she reached down, using all the strength she had to yank Jack up and bring her to face level, their bodies pressed up against one another, her larger breasts pushing into Jack's smaller yet firm mounds, and her eyes peering into the younger girl's. "You're making me into some sex crazed pervert. You've got to stop."
Miranda had been smiling when she said it and quickly leaned in for a kiss, her lips connecting with Jack's and getting a taste of her own sex and Jack's juices, her tongue invading the warm cavern of Jack's mouth and getting every little bit she could to savor. Then, when she had thoroughly explored the woman's mouth she let her head fall back, her body soft and her defenses completely down. "You know your sleeping with me again right?" The question was more rhetorical than anything, it was part of their relationship, Jack was the stronger one and she was certainly in control in the bedroom but outside of it, when it was just them together, when sex wasn't involved Miranda had some power. Her power was used to have Jack with her as they slept, to cuddle up next to her, to express her affection, and she wouldn't be denied that right. Of course if she had to she would demand instead of just state it, her arms were loosely wrapped around Jack at that point, one wrapped around the girl's neck and the other resting in the small of her back, if she needed to she would hug the girl tight and roll over, pinning her down and sleep on top of her, whatever she had to do in order to secure a nice night of sleep with Jack by her side, as the night before had been one of the best nights sleep of her life and it let them have that much more time together.
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Jack giggled, grinning like a fool the whole time Miranda yanked her up so that they were even. She knew that her exhausted lover was very sweet to indulge Jacks sexual appetite. The younger woman was indeed a lucky girl to have the Operative. You love it. Besides, I was just trying to help by cleaning you up the rest of her sentence was swallowed as Mirandas lips connected to her own. Jack would never get tired of kissing Mirandaeverything about her was perfect. Wellperfect until she started making demands that Jack was going to stay there over night.
Hmmphwhat if I dont wanna? Jacks brow furrowed, but her jaw remained relaxed, making her look more like a petulant teenager rather than a big scary ex-murderer. She knew that she had to make some- compromisesbut staying in Mirandas room wasnt something she had planned to make a habit of.
She sighed a bit, realizing how she sounded and how insensitive her words were. She didnt want to hurt Mirandas feelings by making her think that Jack just wanted to fuck and then leave. That couldnt be further from the truth, the young woman really enjoyed Mirandas company even if she was a pain in the ass sometimes. I meanI do want toI just She bit her lip, last night hadnt been too bad. Jack knew that her nightmares could get much worse though. Shed already gone through two cots, having exploded them to pieces with uncontrolled biotic energy. But as she tried to figure out how to articulate her hesitation, Miranda ended up hugging her tight and rolling them both over so that Jack was pinned under her.
Oof! Alrightyou win Jack couldnt help but smile as Miranda lay atop of her. Her lovers warmth and weight was reassuring. As much as shed grumble and gripe about her new sleeping arrangements, it was nice to feel wanted. But Im using your tits as my pillows tonight. Jack grumbled, so used to putting up her tough exterior when it came to all this emotional crapeven though she was with Miranda and in a safe place. But she wanted to fall asleep listening to Mirandas heartbeat, even if she wasnt brave enough to say it. Jack wiggled and squirmed under her lover for a little bit until the other woman got off of her and moved into a position where Jack could lay her head down on Mirandas chest.
You should come spar with me sometime Jack yawned as she got into a more comfortable position, tickling Mirandas chest with the soft, short strands of hair. Shepard makes me fight with the biotic dampeners on, even with Jacob cause hes shit for a bioticand Samara wont spar with me. Wants me to meditate with her or some bullshit instead. Yeah right, like Jack wanted to sit still, stare into The Void, and be left alone with her own thoughts. The Justicar had explained that it would help with Jacks controlwould make her less reckless and improve her ability to be aware of her surroundings rather than get wrapped up in tunnel vision and battle lust. But Jack would rather just spar and improve her biotics through brute force.
Another yawn, and another nuzzle. Jack was quiet for a little while, turning thoughts over in her mind before she finally spoke, softly, incase Miranda had fallen asleep. Maybe next shore leave we can sneak out and have dinner together.like a date. She knew their relationship was a little ass backwards, having sex before even kissing, trading I love yous before even going on a proper date. But she really did love Miranda and wanted to spend more time with her. Maybe Jack could wear a suit or somethingsomething to cover all of her tattoos so that she wasnt so recognizable. She had an easy enough time passing for a man, dressed in something nicer shed probably just pass as a respectable young man that had picked Miranda up at the bar that Shepard always dragged them to.
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"If you don't want to I think I will just have to insist." Miranda's voice was both serious and playful, she knew Jack was kidding but at the same time she knew it made Jack a bit uncomfortable to sleep with her, she had voiced that from the start. She had then proceeded to flip her onto her back and pinned her down, smiling as Jack admitted she had won, though the girl hadn't put up any fight. "Good and as long as you are with me I don't care which part of me you use as a pillow, though don't get any ideas about waking me up for more, I'm not sure I can take it." She giggled as Jack moved her and placed her head onto her chest, it felt nice and she simply wrapped her arms back around Jack to get comfortable, keeping the younger woman's body tightly against her own. Comfortable had never really been something Miranda could obtain, she had always felt a bit out of place on her large bed and even when she slept previously in other locations it had always been a purely business relationship, always something she did out of need as opposed to pleasure. Now it was different, with Jack it felt nice to just lay there and clear her mind.
Then Jack proposed an interesting idea, somewhere they could spend time together without anything looking suspicious. Sure some people would question them sparring but it was essentially fighting, they did that all the time and it wouldn't throw up any red flags as long as they didn't make polite chit-chat or make out in the middle of fighting with other people around. It would let her see Jack during the day. "Spar with you... I think I'll take you up on that, we can exercise without that involving me screaming out in pleasure, it will be a nice change. Besides, I need to get you back for kicking my ass the other day, I've practiced a bit with my hand-to-hand, hopefully it won't be so humiliating this time." She laughed, a day of training on her own was nothing but she wasn't going to give up easily and with her as Jack's opponent there would be no need for biotic dampeners, she could trade and withstand the blows Jack could give out, she was one of the only ones who could in the entire galaxy most likely.
"As for meditating, I agree with you on that, I've always been a broad spectrum biotic user and I've never lost sight of an objective despite never meditating." She scoffed a bit, meditation was not something she would do, she was far to busy and could think of so many better things to do, like sleeping with Jack or even doing paperwork. With Jack not speaking she didn't speak either, for just a little while she enjoyed the silenced, the feel of Jack's head against her bosom, and just the general atmosphere between them. It was nice, something she never thought she would have as a Cerberus Agent and something she was going to protect more vigorously than anything she had before, the sole exception being her sister but it was easily on the same level in her heart and that was saying something after a mere couple of days.
She had been about to speak when Jack said something again and she immediately perked up, a large smile appearing on her face as that lovely woman mentioned a date, it was an idea she had believed would take some insisting upon on her part. Yet here it was, Jack had brought it up and she planned to take full advantage, her voice expressing her excitement. "I would love to go on a date with you, a nice restaurant, maybe get ourselves a nice room somewhere afterwards and spend the entire night without having to worry about someone interrupting us or about being private..." Her hand went up and rubbed Jack's back and an idea presented itself, one she knew Jack would disagree with. "Oh but instead of you being in a suit I rather like the idea of you wearing a nice dress, something to show off that feminine body you tend to hide..." She bit her lower lip, compromise, it was the word going through her head. "If you do I will wear a suit, a nice one too, what about it, worthy trade?"
She yawned as she awaited an answer, she was quite tired and the only reason she didn't close her eyes and sleep was because she wanted to talk to Jack and after waiting for a moment she asked something she didn't really need an answer to but wanted to ask. "Hey Jack... Did you ever find yourself looking at me before the other night? Because thinking back I remember times where I would just stare at you and while at the time I blew it off as me disliking or distrusting you I think it was truly because I found you attractive... I mean... You're so damn sexy, I'm just wandering if you ever looked at me out of more than disdain before the other night." Deep down she knew the answer, everyone looked at Miranda, it wasn't arrogance or narcissism but a fact, she was beautiful. Yet she wanted to hear it aloud and so she asked the question, interrupted their conversation almost and looked down at Jack. It was also nice because she liked telling Jack how beautiful she was, how she found her sexy, complimenting her, but mostly she just wanted to say and hear the attraction aloud.
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Jack gave Miranda a little hug when she agreed to spar with her later; the younger woman was incredibly excited. If she werent so tired, shed hop out of bed and try to drag Miranda off to the training room right now! She so rarely got to fight other biotics anymore. The last couple of missions had been full of Krogans or rocket troopers.shit that was too easy or too hard. She was glad that Miranda would spar with her, it would give Jack a chance to try to extend the range of her powers a little bit so that shed be more of a terror when it came to ranged combat. Maybe Miranda would even show her a couple of tricks when it came to marksmanship since Jack was so clumsy with a pistol.
Things only got better when Miranda said that she would indeed go on a date with her. The younger woman knew about romance, courtship and concepts like thatbut had never actually performed them in real life, no one had ever warranted that type of treatment. Miranda definitely did deserve something better thoughJack wanted to keep her, to impress her so that shed want to stay. Shed probably have to do a little extranet research though to brush up on manners and etiquette. Check out tips and tricks to be a perfect gentleman. Fuckshed probably have to give up cursing for the night. As she planned the night in her head, she was ripped out of her little fantasy by the dreaded word: dress.
You want me to weara what?! Jacks voice rose a little bit, the surprise evident. A dress?! A motherfucking dress?! Miranda couldnt seriously expect her to willingly put on something like -that-. The closest thing Ive worn to a dress has been a hospital gownyou cant expect me to wear one of those things! Theres no pockets andand then Ill have to wear heels! The mention of wearing heels made the younger woman shudder. Shed worn heeled boots once and didnt like how they forced her hips into a very feminine sway rather than her usual swagger. Ughhow does one even go about buying- a dress? There are so many: gowns, cocktail dresses, sundressesbut a suit is a suit is a suit no matter how you slice it.
Mirandas little compromise helped Jack calm downa little bit anyways. She relaxed her head back down onto Mirandas breasts as she thought about it. Her lover in a suit? She tried to picture in her minds eyeMiranda would surely look good in anything she put on. It might be hot to play with a little role reversal But if Miranda wanted to get the tomboy into a dress, shed need to sweeten the pot with a little more than a suit. Alrightbut you have to wear the cock, deal? Jack liked to be topped every once in awhile, and those words were the closest thing Miranda would get to her admitting that she liked to surrender control and be a bottom on occasion.
Yawning was contagious, and as Miranda let loose another one, Jack couldnt help but reciprocate with one of her own. Her eyes lids were beginning to feel heavy, but Miranda wasnt done speaking yet. It was nice having company to fall asleep with. But her present company was making her a little embarrassed by calling her sexy. Jack turned bright pink, burying her face a little bit into Mirandas breasts to hidebut the older biotic would probably notice the quickly rising temperature in Jacks face after being called sexy. Compliments were so rare for herespecially ones about how she looked. Jack knew people looked- at her because she was attractive in her own way, but no one ever said nice things to her face.
Of course I looked at youhow can anyone not- look at you? Miranda was easily every mans wet dream; and had been Jacks as well ever since the young biotic had seen her. Curvy with mouthwatering breasts and a perfect ass, graceful, well spoken and educated, the Operative was everything that Jack wasnt. The fact that the older woman was her complete and total opposite as far as looks went made Jack covertly ogle her in the hallways, half out of jealousy for how well put together she was and half out of lust.
ButIve always looked at you a little different I guess. I know youre powerful, toughI like that, its a turn on. I dont want someone thats easy and weakits boring. Being beautiful was enough to get me to look at youbut being an arrogant headstrong bitch was what made me want to fuck you. Their first time together hadnt been consensualwellit had been consensual with Mirandas body, not with her mind. Jack was sorry that she did that, but not sorry that it had happened. If she had never taken Miranda by force on that night, theyd probably never be together.
Jack picked her head up, just so that she could look at Miranda for a moment, a stupid grin on her face as she admired how gorgeous her eyes werethe bright blue orbs were easily Jacks favorite feature on her. Not her ass, not her tits, but her eyeswith those pouty kissable lips being a close second, but only when Miranda was smiling. Im glad you turned out nothing like what you show everyone else. Never thought Id like a girl like you, but I really do love you Miri. All of you.
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The word dress had sparked tension with Jack, she was not comfortable wearing one and Miranda had known it, nothing about Jack's outward appearance nor her personality hinted at dresses or heels. Yet Miranda knew she could look fucking amazing in one and if she was worried about being discovered that could be solved as well, many people forgot that Miranda did more than administrative and front line work, she was a bit of an expert in every field and disguises came with the gig. She could have Jack's natural femininity revealed and keep it from being obvious just who she was, not that people wouldn't be staring but it would be for an entirely different reasons, and that included her tattoos. Sure they could be off-putting but the truth was that each one of them had been placed rather carefully and if she dressed correctly she would look damn fine, even more so with the tattoos. Yes, a black dress, no back and certainly nothing resembling a sleeve, she was going to show Jack off to the world and it seemed she would be wearing a suit.
Of course there was a condition, she had to wear the cock and as much as she was curious she was also a bit out of her comfort zone. She had never been with women before Jack and she had never worn such a thing before. Of course she had moved the conversation on and that basically made it impossible for her to contest the condition, so she had to live with it. Besides, Jack was going to be out of her comfort zone as well and if she would trust Miranda so much as to wear a dress a heels then Miranda could go as far as to wear the fake cock and take the lead for the night, even if she found letting Jack take control to be extremely pleasurable. It would be a wonderful night she was sure and one she wanted to have before the inevitable mission that would risk every life aboard the ship, because while she didn't yet know exactly what would happen in the coming days she knew what kind of battle they were moving towards, it was her job to know.
Regardless at the moment she was more interested in Jack and what she was saying than the future, because in the future she hoped to be with Jack and that meant paying attention then and every time they were together. Besides, the girl was so damn cute it was hard not to look at her and smile, want to tease her more by tossing a few extra compliments in to see her cheeks burn and see as she got nervous. Jack wasn't use to compliments it seemed, another adorable and naive trait in the girl everyone saw as a loose cannon with nothing to lose and no warm sides whatsoever. It was the same with Miranda, people often looked at her as Jack said, a fact she knew, but none of them looked past the bitchy exterior she put on, few people cared who she really was, less knew. Among those who seemed interested there was Jack, Shepard in her own curious way, her sister despite it being a very new relationship, and Jacob had always been interested. From those only two had the full picture, Jack and Miranda's sister. Jacob had admiration, knew she wasn't as bad as people believed her to be, but even then he didn't know, she didn't let him get close enough even if they were involved at one point.
"You know Jack, I'm still an arrogant headstrong bitch, I'm tough, and I'm certainly powerful. Don't think just because I have a soft spot for you that all of that went away. Well, maybe the bitch part is more of an act, but arrogant and headstrong, never going away." She smiled, it was true but it wasn't bad. She knew that her and Jack shared the traits the younger girl liked in her and she agreed, they were desirable traits in a partner. "Of course I also know what you are my sexy little beast, you're headstrong and arrogant as well. Above that though you are tough and crafty, you take what you want... I'm proof of that, though I'd have it no other way at this point." Her voice trailed off as she reached up and rubbed Jack's shoulder, hugging her close, pressing the girl against her breasts. "You're also rather adorable though, innocent in your own way and more than a little controlling, I love it... And I love you Jack... I really do."
Her voice was soft and once again it seemed to trail off but this time it was for a different reason. Then, one last time her voice came out, "Light, off." With that the room was pitch black, the only thing that could be observed by the senses was the soft breathing of each of them, the movement of their bodies with those breaths, and the warmth of being pressed up against one another. Miranda said nothing else after that, her eyes drifting closed and her arms keeping Jack close. She wasn't planning on moving and she was exhausted, nothing could keep her up much longer, and while she wanted to continue speaking to her young lover she couldn't. Her body soon accepted sleep and gave in, Miranda finally drifting off, the last image in her mind of Jack in a stunning black dress with the most tantalizing heels. It was going to be one hell of a night for a wet dream.
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Mrrrhmph Jack gave a little garbled sigh of protest, too tired to properly defend that she wasnt innocent or adorable. The image she projected couldnt be further from that. The fact that Miranda saw through the tattoos, the scowl, and the anger in those big brown eyes was a little scarybut it was a good trade. Jack got to see the Operative giggle, see her smile, see how playful she could be despite being such a stuck up workaholic most of the time. Gnight Jack murmured after Miranda turned the lights off. After that, she was quiet, except for her breathing that grew deeper and deeper. The rhythmic beating of Mirandas heart helped the younger woman fall asleep quickly; something that hadnt happened in a very long time.
That night, Jack was fairly quiet. She kicked and flailed around a little bit of course. Even cursed and muttered in her sleep, but all in all it was much better than the night before. She only woke up from one bad dream, which caused her eyes to snap open, her heart pounding, a thin sheen of cold sweat coating her body. She found herself still nestled in the soft, supple pillows of Mirandas breasts and calmed down. For a moment she entertained the idea of leaving earlyit was probably around 4 am, it would be safe to walk around the ship and go back to her bunk. But Miranda was sleeping and looked so peaceful that Jack stayed still, knowing she would probably wake her up with all her clambering around. So she shut her eyes, trying to think of other things to help her fall asleep. When nothing seemed to help, she tried her best to focus on Miranda, how the woman was holding her protectively, reassuringly. Her thoughts quieted down and back to sleep the younger woman fell.
At around 6:40 ship time, she started to come out of her deep sleep and was slightly aware of her surrounds. Sometime during the night, Miranda had cuddled up against her back and Jack lay there with her as the little spoon. Fuckinglittle spoon bullshit. But she did like the way Mirandas breasts felt pushed into her back, and the way her arm draped around Jack as though she were a great giant stuffed animal. She smiled and wished they could just spend all day in bed. Maybe when all this was over
Hehlook at her. Making plans for once in her life. Even worsestarting to hope for things. Hoping that Shepard really could pull this shit off, hoping that when life was less crazy, maybe Miranda would want to still be with her. Their lives would be so complicated after this as long as her lover stayed with Cerberusand Jack wasnt the type of girl to demand that Miranda choose between her career and her lover. But she would gladly follow Miranda to the ends of the galaxy if thats what needed to happen. The closest thing Jack had ever had to a home was the Normandy, when that was gone then wellshe wanted to be with the one person that could probably make any place feel like home.
Rolling over onto her side, Jack began to gently kiss and nuzzle Mirandas neck to wake her up. I need to go baby She murmured against the soft flesh before kissing her way upwards. Up her neck, along her jawline, then around to her lips to give her a slow, tender kiss to help wake up. Once Jack felt her start to reciprocate, she grinned and deepened the kiss, wrapping strong, thin arms tightly around Miranda and molding their bodies together.
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Miranda didn't wake once throughout the night and that allowed her dream to go for the longest possible time. It wasn't what she had expected however, it wasn't her and Jack at dinner or even a sexual dream, it was sweeter than that. She found herself sitting on a sofa, nowhere specific but it seemed like an apartment of some sort, and Jack was next to her, a bottle of wine in one hand and the other arm around Jack. They were just together, pressed against one another gently, a television on and no sense of danger at all. It was a life, one that she had never known and had always wondered if she would have. She hadn't dreamed about it before though, it had always been an out of reach prospect, something to think about but a thought that always came up short or empty. She had nobody to share it with and at the time her sister was just a name and old image, she simply looked out from afar. She was still doing that now of course but there was a chance for something due to recent events. She had a chance to one day spend time with her sister, and Jack was part of that in her mind.
So when she woke to the gentle kisses she couldn't only smile, a part of her wanting to express her emotions but she kept them in check, that thought was a long way down a difficult road, they had to get there first. So she kept the reason for her beaming smile to herself, her arms quickly wrapping around Jack and kissing her back, a light giggle escaping as their lips parted, though the separation was short. She pressed her lips back against Jack's almost immediately after they disconnected, one leg going up and wrapping around Jack's back, her arms holding the girl close, and for a time she kept it that way, several minutes of wordless kissing and she left no room for anything else. It was only when it was over that her grip lightened and her eyes opened, looking at Jack with a smile. "Now you can go... Shoo, before someone catches you." She said playfully, spanking Jack's ass very gingerly as she helped her up and helped her get dressed.
After ushering Jack out, helping her along the way, she locked the door, her back pressing up against it as she smiled widely. She felt amazing, higher than she ever had before and it was all due to Jack, the girl's presence in her life being a huge boost to her happiness. "Man, I'm going to need to watch out or I may start randomly smiling when I see her, people will think they've gone crazy." She laughed afterwards, moving to grab some clothes, she needed to go to the showers and she couldn't simply stroll out naked, it would attract far too much attention and with Jack's jealousy she was sure some people would be getting their memories wiped. She didn't immediately though, as much as her delay made it important to get moving, she stopped by her computer first. After a few minutes of typing away she had done something, something very significant. She had changed every single voice recognition protocol to include Jack's voice, loading it in off the computer and making it where anything Miranda's voice could do within her own room would also trigger and activate for Jack's. It included the lights, the lock on the door, everything.
With that taken care of she did head out to shower, the entire while thinking of Jack, what had been said the night before and of course her dream. Not that those were her only thoughts but they occupied her mind while she washed her body, luckily being the only one showering at that time and not having to worry about a random smile or curious eyes. When she left the shower and went back towards her room, having a few things to get done if she wanted to spar with Jack that day, she began thinking about the other important topic at hand, the dinner. She wasn't sure when they would have shore leave next, nor did she know where they would be going, but wherever they ended up she was prepared to make a wonderful night out of it. She had plans, many of which included things Jack wasn't going to like, but things she would agree to if Miranda had anything to say about it, particularly the dress she envisioned, something very sexy and extremely feminine. It was going to be fun and the thoughts associated with the future dinner kept her busy as she droned thought her daily workload, distracted and blissful.
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As reluctant as she was to leave now that Miranda had gotten her thoroughly riled up after minutes of kissing, Jack knew she had to leave. So with a little help from her lover and another kiss goodbye, they parted ways and she snuck back down into her hole in Engineering. Just in time too, because Shepard soon came by to drag her to the training room. Missions must be becoming scarce, or else Shepard was just trying to get them all up to speed because missions were getting more complicated and more intense. Today they were practicing combat tacticsand knowing that Jack was incredibly weak at ranged combat, the Commander had stolen Garrus away from his calibrations to kick Jacks ass on the virtual simulator. After practicing with a pistol for about 15 minutes without managing to hit Garrus once and having died about 20 times, Jack was ready to explode the whole fucking thing and the damn Turian with her biotics. Shepard kicked her out of the simulator and Jack was glad to chuck the pistol at her face, which of course the Commander caught, and then go out to the weight room. There she cooled off, settling down to run, lift weights and do pull ups.
You knowyou could easily pass the marine corps physical fitness test. Youre smartyou could probably get into officer training. Shepard stopped by to see how she was doing. She was amazed that Jack could do almost as many pull-ups as she could. Not a lot of women had that kind of upper body strength but Jack spent a lot of time pushing her body and her limits. She didnt have much control of the situations in her life, but she did have control of her body and what she did with it.
Yeah just what the marines want, a fucking murdering pirate with a rap sheet longer than your arm. Oh by the way Alliance guys, just ignore that Im a wanted criminal and a runaway test subject that doesnt even exist. Really fucking awesome idea Shepard. Jack snorted, dropping down from the pull up bar. It wasnt the first time Shepard had pulled her Im concerned about your future bullshit. It was nice that she caredbut Jack was pretty sure not even a reference letter from the esteemed Commander Shepard would make up for her rather colorful record.
Just think about it. Women like a girl in uniform. Shepard grinned as Jack rolled her eyes. But you still havent told me about that girl from Illiummaybe Ill get a chance to see her next shore leave.
Dont you have someone else to fucking annoy?! Jack barked, eyes narrowing, jaw set in a rather mean scowl. But her ears were turning bright pink and despite her best efforts to will it away, she knew that there was a slight brush creeping to her cheeks.
Nah. Just you. I hit a nerve? Little Jackaroo have a girlfriend? Shepard liked to tease the young biotic, they had a sort ofviolent, sisterly relationship. But at the name Jackaroo, the Convict seemed to want nothing more than to smear the Commander against a wall. Shepard barely rolled out of the way in time as Jack sent a Shockwave at her face. Yeah! Come on kiddo! Lets see it! Shepard taunted, dancing around just out of the range of the young biotics powers, forcing Jack to really stretch her biotics. A couple of crew members gathered around to watch the Commander spar with the Convict without biotic dampeners on.
Jack could easily take on any of the crew membersshe could even beat Miranda, if just barely. Shepard thoughthe bitch could definitely take a hit and always ended up besting Jack in a fight. And all the stupid upgrades Cerberus had given her body made it hard for Jack to beat her.
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Miranda didn't take long to finish her daily work, in fact she made record time and even resolves the backlog of issues from the day before, all of it getting done and leaving the rest of the day for her to do whatever she wanted. Sure things could change if something came up, her job was demanding and she still had to send Cerberus some reports soon, but she had some flexibility in her schedule for once and she planned on using it to spend some time with Jack. Before going to find the girl she decided to get a bite to eat, knowing that without energy she wouldn't last long against the strong younger biotic. The thought made her smirk to herself, looking rather odd as she walked out of her room and grabbed something quick to eat. She was smirking because the question of whether her age mattered in their fighting came up. She had heard a lot of people use that excuse in her life, it was double edged because age brought experience, but it also brought the younger people, those around Jack's age a very prime physical condition. With Miranda it was a toss up though, she was different from most with her genetic altering, she aged slower and so many things for her were superior to others on a base level.
There was no denying that Jack was extraordinary, she had skill and natural talents that made her one of the most powerful humans Miranda had ever met. She was on a class equal to Shepard and Miranda, a class of human above the norm. Sure Jacob was strong, she had met a few other superior humans as well, a few within Cerberus and a few outside of the organization, but Jack was near the top of a short list. It was merely an excuse in the end, one Miranda had no interest in using but it was fun to think about, how a matter of years could possibly mean a slight difference in Miranda's own ability. She didn't really believe so, her uniqueness made it more probable that she was still in her prime than out of it and besides, she had only gotten better over the years, even now she was improving. That led to more questions however, was she improving as fast as others? Jack specifically. How did experience factor in? What would their difference be in a team situation as opposed to a duel?
Many questions floated around her head, all of them purely for fun, and they continued to occupy her mind all the way until she found herself in the training area. What hit her then was the sound of biotic powers being tossed about like someone was on a rampage and she immediately knew who it would be. She didn't expect the recipient of such behavior to be Shepard though, the woman dancing about and playing with Jack. She really was an exceptional woman and with what Cerberus, and Miranda, had done to her she was even more impressive. She wasn't really Miranda's type, she was quite stunning but her personality was a bit of a turn off, too modest and righteous, as if she didn't accept that bad things happened in the world or at least that she would have to make choices. It was going to bite her in the ass eventually, make it hard for her to accept what was lost when she made the decision to sacrifice one thing for another. Sure she had suffered that with her previous crew, lost one for the life of another but that was two people, it would come down to more in the end.
She did know the woman was intelligent however and thus it would all most likely work out in the end, she just wasn't interested in a romantic sense, as a friend they got along well enough and Miranda had respect for the woman that was given right back. They both understood how strong and dangerous the other was. Miranda wasn't down there to watch though, she didn't go down to the training area enough to simply observe and so she decided to cut in, knowing she would have to put on a bit of a show but she would be sparring with Jack soon, having fun like both of them had wanted, and nobody was going to be any the wiser as to her motive, they would all think it was hate, at least that was the plan. She just had to be careful not to slip up, not to let someone as observant as Shepard get too good a read on the atmosphere. For that she would have to punch hard and not pull a single attack, Jack would expect nothing less.
Finally she stepped in, going into the room and sending out a biotic throw against one of Jack's a blast wave bursting out as they smashed together and stopped one another. "Look at you thrashing about like a damn ape, learn some self-control and maybe you would hit Shepard with one of your attacks. Or maybe just figure out how to use a pistol, they are much harder to dodge." A smirk crossed her lips, no punches pulled. There was a lack of psycho, bitch, or any other type of hateful language but the look on her face was that signature arrogant look, the one Jack had always despised, or perhaps just found annoyingly sexy, she wasn't sure. "Let me show you..." With a grunt she sent another insanely powerful biotic throw towards Jack, her power being used in full force, no dampeners, and everyone watching seemed rather shocked and excited to see Miranda training, especially when Jack was the one at the other end. It was going to be one hell of a spectacle with that set of biotics. When that segment ended she would show Jack how to shoot as well, she even had plans on how to instruct her using mocking, to make it seem like she wasn't trying to help while giving her hints, it would almost be fun trying to hide the true meaning of her words, like a code.
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I will destroy you! Jack roared, launching another Shockwave at Shepard, trying to force the line of purple energy to widen, to clip her so that Jack could use a more focused attack. But Shepard was too fast and read Jacks every move too well. How the fuck did she do that? She won fights because she was unpredictable as well as incredibly strongbut as reckless and spontaneous as Jack was, Shepard seemed to anticipate her every movemaybe that was why she was such a masterful tactician.
Now now, is that any way to talk to your Commanding Officer?
Fuuuccckkkkk youMaam Jack spit out the Maam as though it were an insult. She flung another Shockwave at Shepard, though this one erupted into an explosion of energy before it even made it halfway across the room. Jack whirled around, finding Miranda responsible for the Warp that ruined her attack. Her heart began beating just a little faster, thrilled that her lover was there to come play. Miranda looked cute todaywell she looked cute every day but she was wearing that stupid arrogant smirk that made Jack want to bend her over her desk and ravish her until she wasnt fucking smirking anymore. But Jack had to keep herself from grinning like a fool at the thought, instead she managed a growl, trying to feign anger at having been interrupted from her very once sided match with Shepard.
Finally come down to play with us peasants Princess? Jack rolled to the side as Miranda heaved a massive Throw at her. Careful, you might break a nail. Jacks tone was condescending, but inside she was elated at the chance for a full biotic brawl. Now all she had to do was close the distancethen she could grapple with Miranda. At range, Mirandas well-focused powers were not something to mess around with. They could easily chew through Jacks barriers and render her unable to fight. But if she could just get close enoughthen she could turn the fight around from a ranged flinging of powers to hand to hand combat with biotically charged fists.
Through extensive gene therapy and painful experimentation, Jack had been molded into a weapon, then conditioned into a fighter through shock collars and narcotics. Perhaps that was what made Jack most dangerous: the Pavlovian response that made her want- to fight, to the point that she was addicted to the rush, the tingly feeling that made her entire body feel warm and pleasant. Although there was a sheen of sweat covering her body and she was panting, she felt energized, like she could do this for hours even though her body was already protesting.
A massive Shockwave was thrown at Miranda to try to knock her over so that Jack could run at her without having to worry about dodging attacks. When Miranda dodged the first wave, Jack began flinging them, throwing them in such rapid succession that most of the floor erupted into streaks of purple energy. She could feel an ache forming at the bridge of her nose from exertion.
Typical Jack, solve a problem through brute force. But now she was fighting against someone that was actually conscious of what they were doing. Miranda planned, she processed, she was meticulously groomed and trained. But no one had ever taught Jack how- to fight. She had just learned through brute force, gladiator style matches in the Pit on Pragia. How Jack fought was instinctual, much like how big cats just know- to go for the throat. The only time her conscious mind entered the fray was at the end, when she had to decide whether what she was fighting needed to live or die. So no, she didnt pull a single punch when fighting with Miranda, her body and mind wouldnt let her. Survival was the only thing on her mind. Wellthat and how good Miranda looked as she grew sweaty, disheveledmore wild looking. And how she was so damn graceful even though she was scrambling around trying to avoid a minefield of purple energy.
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Miranda's arrogant smirk didn't disappear when Jack spat out the princess nickname again, that seemed to be one of her favorite insults to toss out, and that particular one didn't seem to be going away with their new relationship. It wasn't going away because it was rather true, Miranda was a princess, she came from privilege and while in her life that had been more of a prison than anything else the superior attitude had never gone away. She let a surprised look appear on her face when Jack launched another attack but she soon fell back in to her usual expression when around other people, arrogant and overall condescending. She was just that kind of person, sure she had the other side to her but she was always going to be rather proud and she knew that she was superior to most people in most aspects. How else was she supposed to act though? Her breeding and success in life had caused her to be quite sure of her own success, few times had she ever been bested or failed at anything. She had intelligence, looks, power, grace, and a reputation that brought fear and respect with it.
Jack had been one of those few losses in her life. The young woman had defeated and humiliated her mere days ago and while she had found herself enjoying the aftereffects it was still true that it had happened, and at the time she had tried her hardest to win. This would be different, as much as she adored her new partner she wanted to win, she was competitive and she had to continue doing what she had always done, succeeding. So when the massive shockwave came her way she quickly and gracefully rolled to the side, avoiding the blast and coming up from the ground with a counter attack of her own, launching a warp to keep Jack on her toes. If she were using a pistol or going for the kill it would have been easier, she had a clear advantage with the use of guns, especially seeing as the transition from biotic attack to pistol was near instant and she could pop off attack after attack in a near endless continuation.
She didn't have that power however and she didn't want to really hurt Jack so she had to think of another way to win, a way of defeating the insanely powerful biotic before she could get in close. That was the obvious goal at least, for Jack to get in close and Miranda knew that if she could keep her at a distance she could eventually defeat her. That being said it wasn't going to be easy, Jack was gifted and so aggressive that it was hard to do anything but retreat of defend when fighting her, a rapid series of shockwaves keeping Miranda on her toes, moving without much of a chance to fight back, though she did manage to launch a few decent blasts at the girl, chipping down her barriers in an attempt to soften her up. Those watching were silent, wondering which of the two biotics would win. At the current time it looked one sided, Jack was sending out multiple blasts and Miranda seemed to only be running, it seemed all but over. Only a few people knew that was far from true, that Miranda's true strength was getting her hands on an opening and exploiting it.
She had always been trained in tactics and her intelligence made it easy for the Operative to think several steps ahead as if she were playing chess. She could plan elaborate sets of actions to devastating effects and that was what she was trying to do in that moment, planning out a course of action to really strike Jack. In the process she was becoming rather wild though, her instinct not being nearly as honed as Jack's but being quite impressive, her body moving out of range of each attack almost perfectly, rolls and sidesteps, even launching a biotic blast to stop several of Jack's volatile attacks, it was exciting and it made her look absolutely sexy. Few people looked sexy fighting, Jack looked more scary or intense than anything, Shepard looked rather ridiculous and carefree most of the time, but Miranda, she was just plain impressive and sexy. It was a distraction for Jack most likely, Miranda liked her intense look well enough but she had gotten use to the hidden cute side of the young girl and that no longer phased her.
So she focused, moving around until finally it happened, she caught a break. A little extra time between two of the attacks combined with a single spot she could stand to avoid two blasts without having to move again until another was sent. She jumped at it, landing right in that spot after yet another sexy roll and smirking, looking directly at Jack with an 'I got you' expression on her face. She launched an Overload at the girl, knocking her shields down and then used Slam, picking Jack up and slamming her down against the floor. She wasn't the brute force type, her slam was meant to hurt enemies but mostly to stun then, to allow someone else to finish them off, capture an important enemy, or simply for her to put a bullet in afterwards. With most it was enough, it gave her plenty of time, with Jack she wasn't sure how much it would slow her down, if any, so she moved quickly. She hadn't wanted to get in close, that had been the plan, but with a chance to perfect she had to, she rushed over towards Jack at top speed, her right hand glowing blue as she charged it with biotic energy, and she jumped, sending her hand flying down from above as she aimed it directly at Jack's stomach. If she could land the blow it would end it, though in the back of her mind she had a bad feeling that it wasn't going to be that simple.
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Miranda looked absolutely gorgeous as she fought. Jack had always admired her body, even when she had despised the arrogant Operative. But now things were differentnow she didnt have her hatred and anger to blind her lust for the older biotic. It was making things very difficult for her. All she wanted to do was to fling a couple of playful comments at her. But she couldnt, not with Shepard watching with eager eyes. The Commander ready to intervene if things grew too violent.
Dont flirtdont flirt
She was getting distracted, watching the way Miranda so easily rolled and landed on her feet like a graceful catlike a dancer Maybe they could go dancing on their date
GYAH! Fuck! Jack shouted before she was slammed into the ground, head snapping back onto the floor with a sickening CRACK! Son of a bitchall this love shit was making her soft. Stars exploded behind her eyes and it took a split second for her head to clear after Mirandas Slam. That was more than long enough for Miranda to come rushing over, her hand charged and raining a powerful punch straight into Jacks solar plexus as the younger woman tried to scramble away. Having her diaphragm seize up with a punch to the gut made Jack grunt, her lungs refusing to expand and contract anymore. Her eyes went wide, a moment of panic flashing over her face as she realized she had gotten the wind knocked out of hershe couldnt breathe. Fuck. She was screwed.
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Miranda was now within arms reach, Jack could still end this. Close quarters combat was where she really shined. But everything she wanted to doshe couldnt, not without seriously hurting Miranda. She thought about headbutting her, but that might knock the Operative out cold. A Warp at this close range would injure them both. If she threw a punch to her throat, that would end the fightbut it might also crush her windpipe. There werent many options left that werent totally lethal. However, rather than totally give up, Jack expended the last bit of energy she had to fire up her left hand, launching it forward and easily finding Mirandas neck. Her fingers wrapped around the Operatives delicate throat. The Convict didnt squeeze, just held her, firm, unyielding. The energy crackled around her hand, looking rather imposing to an outsider. But to Miranda, her biotics felt warm, tingling and pleasant. Jack had pulled back the strength of the mini mass effect fields in her hands so that it didnt burn. Instead it gave the more pleasant electrical feeling that Jack had used several nights ago to pleasure the Operatives moreprivate areas.
Feeling as though she had made her point to the crew that watched, she powered down her biotics and released her hold on her lovers neck. Miranda had bested her, but Jack had proven to everyone that she would fight until the last breath. And speaking of breathing she really- needed to breath, desperately so.
Shit. She gasped, trying to force air into her burning lungs. Jack kicked Miranda off of her, none too nicely, but she needed space for a moment. Now free of Mirandas weight ontop of her, Jack could roll over onto her side and get to her hands and knees. She raised her hand up in a sign of surrender, then began to cough, hack, and gasp until the paralysis in her diaphragm subsided.
Good fightCheerleader. Jack panted. She wasnt the type of girl to hold a grudge or be a sore loser. She knew strength when she saw it, and Miranda was definitely strong. Besides, it would make her weak if she didnt understand her own limitations. Jack didnt think ahead in a fight, she knew this. She was shit when it came to ranged combat and planning. But at close quarters with several enemies attacking her at once, she could shine with her explosive, spontaneous attacks. And while her reckless stubbornness worked against most opponents, it obviously didnt work when fighting against tacticians like Shepard and Miranda. She'd have to work on that. While most people would find the task of improving themselves to measure up to someone like Miranda, Jack couldn't wait to get started.
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Miranda was genuinely surprised when the blow landed, she had expected Jack to counter or perhaps simply dodge her attack, anything but be hit by the blow. Jack was such a strong combatant, she had taken more and given more in combat before and Miranda had seen it, she had been impressed by it. Sure she had always poked at Jack, telling her how unrefined and bestial her tactics were, prodding at her and calling her nothing more than an instinctual dog but it was more than that. Jack was so powerful and she impressed Miranda on many occasions, the older woman being impressed by the amount of enemies she could send flying and the havoc she could reign. Of course that didn't mean she was invincible but Miranda had come to expect a certain level of fight from the young woman and she was confused as to why it had been so easy to land the punch, though in the end it meant nothing, because while she had landed the blow it hadn't knocked Jack out or completely stopped her movements.
In fact Miranda only showed further surprise when jack's hand launched up and grabbed her by the neck, looking down at the girl and having to resist the urge to smile. It was that pleasant feeling, that biotic aura that felt so tingly and wonderful, that had her screaming in pleasure nights before. It wasn't painful and it didn't even cause her to concede but it did make one thing clear to her and everyone else around, that if it were a real fight that she would have at least tried, and had a chance, to kill with a final blow, never giving up and being rather hot as far as Miranda was concerned. She liked the never give up attitude and had to once again hide her good mood, hide it behind that arrogant smirk once again and look down on Jack, wanting to kiss her or hold Jack in her lap as she got her breath back, as it seemed the blow had knocked the air from her lungs, which made it even more impressive that she had the strength to do anything, to grab her neck even if not squeezing or hurting Miranda.
Of course she wasn't pleased with being kicked away hard by Jack, stumbling back with a snarl on her face, though she could see how Jack needed some room. So she didn't say anything and instead stood up, straightening her uniform and then pushing some hair from her face. She still looked wild but confidence exuded off of her more than usual, she liked defeating Jack after losing earlier that week, though she wouldn't truly feel like she had won until she could go at least partially even in a close-combat only fight. That would have to wait a bit though, Jack had taken a good blow and even for a girl as tough as her it would take some time before the fighting would be even again, though she did consider asking Shepard for a match in the meantime, adrenaline rushing through her at that point. She didn't however, not because she feared Shepard, out of all the people on the Normandy she was one of the few that could give the woman a run for her money, maybe the only one when it came to tactical knowledge, though the Turian and the Mercenary both knew their way around the battlefield.
Instead she looked back to Jack, a smirk on her face as she decided to challenge her to another competition, thinking back on the marksmanship idea. "It was, you could use some refinement though." She didn't explain, she would do that later, for now she had to keep her act going, though later she would give Jack a few pointers, things she could use to become something truly monstrous. "Want revenge? My thirst for victory isn't quite sated and I would love to show you up again... Maybe something with a pistol? Unless you're too scared to try using accuracy above brute force." She was goading Jack, not only for show but also just to tease her a bit, to get her riled up and ready for more, something just as easily done as it was said. That was especially true considering people were around, they could continue having some time together and having fun without risk of being revealed. Though she did have a feeling she would pay for her remarks later, when Jack had her alone and control once more.
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Sit-ups could only do so much to strengthen ones core. Jack was strong, there was nothing but rippling muscle under the wiry girls tattoos. But she was also very, very skinny which left almost no protective padding over her wall of hard muscle. Had any non-biotic wailed her in the gut, she probably wouldve been able to take the blow no problem. Eager to prove herself and always up to take on a challenge, Jacks ears perked at the word revenge. Yeah! Miranda was damn right she wanted some revenge! But revenge came in the form of a pistol fightwhich was really not Jacks cupt of tea.
Uggghhhnot pistol work with the combat simulator again. Having absolutely been thoroughly humiliated by Garrus, Jack wasnt so sure she wanted to get pistol whipped by Miranda too. Granted, a 10 year old could probably beat Jack in any test of marksmanship, but she didnt need her ego hurt anymore than it already was. But Miranda came the insults coming, insinuating that Jack would be a great big chicken if she didnt go against her in a pistol competition. Pffft scaredshe wasnt scared of anything! Especially not a kinky submissive like Miranda. So even though Jack knew she was going to lose, knew she didnt stand a chance against Miranda, she just smirked and nodded.
Fine, Princess. But your ass is going to be mine. Jack smirked, putting up a wall of bravado to help hide her nervousness. Plus she was trying to rattle Miranda a little, to remind her what exactly Jack was going to do to that cute little bruised ass once all of this was over. Jack was sure she had some welts that needed to be touched up. So she followed Miranda to the combat simulator while Shepard tried to get the rest of the crew to stop screwing around and get back to work or back to training.
Jack had many, many, maaannyyyy problems her pistol work. Shooting a pistol is very different from shooting a shotgun; her stance reflected the fact that she hadnt leaned all the differences between the two yet. She stood with her body angled instead of having her shoulders squared, which was the first red flag. Most of her problems stemmed from basic issues like that, still others stemmed from the mental difference of wielding such a small weapon. When holding a pistol, she just felt- awkward; this feeling made her shoulders tight and her hands shake a little bit from tensing. The gun was heavy, but not in the balanced way that her shotgun was. And she kept doing this stupid thing where she closed her right eye when pulling the trigger, as if she were afraid of the small gun in her hands that had a bit of kick back that she wasnt used to. Even though she kept both eyes opened when firing her shotgun like she was supposed to, something about the way she had to raise a pistol to really- look down the sights made her close her right eye, screwing up her depth perception and causing all of her shots to veer slightly to the right.
Even though she kept aiming at Mirandas head and heart, her shots kept going to non-lethal places. Grrrrrrrrah! Jack snarled in frustration as Miranda killed her on the virtual simulator. Oh she was going to get the smug Operative for this. She made a mental note to stop by the Armory later and see if she could find some odds and ends for a night of torture.
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As Miranda had expected Jack agreed to the pistol competition, her inability to say no to a challenge, and weakness towards goading made it so. Miranda was being a bit mean of course, pistols being a clear advantage for her and a disadvantage for Jack, but seeing how the girl handled them would help her show Jack how to shoot them properly later. She planned on doing that as well, teaching Jack how to handle the sidearm with the deadly accuracy that could make it as dangerous if not more dangerous than larger automatic weapons. Hell she did that, Miranda's skill with a pistol could be almost as deadly as a sniper rifle, though sharpshooters such as Garrus had a clear edge against even the best pistol user. However Jack needed to learn the skill far more than anyone else, she could annihilate almost any opponent in close ranger, she had a shotgun and biotic ability that allowed for that, but her ranged combat was severely lacking and she needed to hone some sort of ranged skill to be truly safe on the battlefield.
So Miranda took no mercy on her, getting into the simulator and absolutely destroying her, each shot from the Operative hitting its mark precisely and always lethal, only once or twice being non-lethal, but even those shots serving a purpose. She would hit Jack in the leg to drop her down, his her hand to knock the pistol out of it, or even hit her in the ass for a bit of humiliation to go along with it all. There, in the simulated battlefield she had the edge, she was in control of herself and thus in control of the fight. It was something she wanted to teach Jack because while her becoming more skilled than Miranda would hurt the older Operative's pride a bit, if it happened, it would keep Jack safe. She wanted Jack to be safe, Miranda was hardened but at the same time Jack had pierced the walls, she had become someone important to Miranda and thus a soft spot, a weak point which none of her past experiences or hardening could protect, she couldn't lose Jack, she wouldn't.
When it finally ended, Jack having not killed Miranda once and Miranda having taken her life in the simulator twenty times, she stepped out, a look on her face not of arrogance but of disappointment. She was a bit disappointed in truth but it was mostly for show and she walked over to Jack and shook her head. "You need to learn how to shoot a pistol, it is a weakness of yours and it could cost you your life." While she said nothing specific there was an inflection in her voice, an obvious tone that spoke of how much she disliked that idea. Yet it past quickly and she took a deep breath, looking around to ensure that nobody was close enough to hear her and they weren't, even Shepard had stopped watching part of the way through, already seeing how it would come out. "I am going to teach you how to handle a pistol... I'm not having that be the reason I lose you." With that she turned around and walked off, she couldn't show any affection and she couldn't continue talking for long or people would wonder what they were saying without violence. Besides, she had things she needed to do before they could be together later, and she hoped it was earlier than the night before, she wanted more time with Jack.
She could sacrifice sleep if need be though, a night with little sleep would be worth spending another few hours with Jack. She had things to do though before that could happen and after saying her words to Jack she went over to Shepard, speaking to the woman about the need for a report on the progress of the mission. Generally she got her intel from The Illusive Man, used Cerberus' network to help aid the Commander in the overall goal, but part of sending her reports to Cerberus was mentioning what Shepard was doing, not spying, she was direct about it, but it did detail how Shepard planned on operating and she was usually instructed how to go about with or against Shepard's plans. When that was taken care of she left though, moving back up to her floor and locking herself away in her room, sitting down and beginning to type, she had to get moving on the report or she would be working all day and she would need time to decompress and do a few personal things before she could even thing about having a nice night. It was tough being Miranda, she had split loyalties, she was now juggling a personal life, and nobody really helped her. Nobody except Jack, the woman had helped her shed so much stress in recent days, it helped, even if it was still difficult to do everything she was expected and think for herself.
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Really?! Shot to the ass? As if her pride wasnt wounded enough as it was. Jack got her ass handed to her over and over again. It was hard for her to not explode, to just take the beating, grit her teeth and bare it. Finally it was over23 to 0. Fuckhow the hell could she be this shitty at killing stuff? She could hijack and crash a space station on a hanar moonbut couldnt manage to point and shoot some jackass pistol at her girlfriend. Irritable and frustrated, Jack was hungry, had a headache and about ready to explode in a fit of rage. But as much as she glared, was angry and over all just upset with herself. Mirandas disappointed tone made her heart constrict and hurt.
Nothings killed me yet, Ill be fine. Jack snorted, flashing her side of confidence that bordered on cockiness. Between Cerberus, criminals, police, and the guards in Purgatory, no one had managed to kill her yet. She wasnt afraid of anything or anyone; Jack was a survivor. Besidesshe was ready to die, she didnt care: this is what she constantly told herself. She had survived so many struggles that she figured that she was living on borrowed time anyways.
And yetthere was a tiny part of her mind that cried out that it did- care, that it didnt want to die, that it had something to live for now. That it wanted to stick around and stay by Mirandas side.Im not having that be the reason that I lose you. The words reverberated in her mindno one wouldve ever missed Jack if she was gone. But here it was, a statement that Miranda cared enough that she would take time out to help Jack learn something knew. That she was worried about her safety and wanted to make sure that Jack didnt go dying on her just yet.
She watched Miranda talk with Shepardjust for a moment. Before she herself snuck out. The headache that had been developing behind her eyes was now wreaking havoc in full force. It was making the artificial light almost unbearable. Shepard would get it if Jack left to go to the med bay. So she just split without saying goodbye, heading up to see Chakwas.
To say that she didnt like doctors was an understatement. Jacks life had been ruined by doctors and scientists that had abused their power, she hated- them. But Chakwas was different. She actually smiled, her eyes were very kind, and seemed to like her job. Plus Shepard had assured the younger woman that the older doctor wasnt really part of Cerberus. And it made Jack feel a tiny bit better about going to the doctor. Stillthe first time she had had to submit to a full medical examination and a series of immunization shots once boarding the Normandy, Jack had needed to be sedated. However, now she didnt mind the doctor. The old woman liked to fuss over and tease her, the way kind old people do. If Jack had ever had to have had a grandmother, she wouldve hoped the woman would be much like Chakwas.
After fussing over the fact that Jacks pupils were uneven from whacking her head on the deck, and the whites of her eyes were bloodshot from pushing her powers too hard. Chakwas gave her something for the headache and told her to get something to eat and drink loads of water. So thats just what Jack did when she was finished. She grabbed some food and wolfed it down as usual, then drank about double the amount of water she usually did. Then she had herself a nice long shower, went down to her bunk to get a new set of clothes, and then stalked upstairs towards Mirandas office.
Hey Beautiful Jack smiled, noticing that Miranda was busy typing away at her computer. Do you want me to come back later? Jack didnt really want to goher meds hadnt kicked in yet and her head was still pounding. She just wanted to lay down somewhere quiet where she didnt have to listen to Ken and Gabby and their constant, cheerful, banter. Or I can yannobe quietfiddle around on my Omnitool in bed til you finish
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Miranda had made progress but she wasn't quite done by the time Jack showed up at her door, a smile appearing on her face instantly as she paused her work. Jack was gorgeous and seeing her smiling was something irresistible to the older biotic. "No, you can stay, I want you to stay." Her voice was soft but sure, she wanted Jack around all the time, just being in the same room as the girl was comforting and made Miranda instantly relax. Of course she did look back down at her report, it was nearly complete, she was just reading over and giving her thoughts on Shepard's report at that point, something she could easily finish up since she had to attach the original anyways. It was annoying though, she wanted to say 'fuck it' and just enjoy some time with Jack but if she did that she wouldn't be able to pick the work back up until the next day and she would be even further behind. That wasn't really a problem for Miranda, for the first time she didn't give a damn about work, but she knew if she kept The Illusive Man waiting for too long he would grow suspicious and start an inquiry, something she couldn't afford with her new lover.
So she looked back up to Jack, smiling again, "I'll be done in just a moment, sit wherever you like." With that she got back to work, her fingers moving furiously as she got in the last page of the report, the whole time her ears pricked up listening to every little movement Jack made, every noise that came from the woman's presence. Then, when she finally finished and sent the report, she instantly turned her chair, a grin on her face that made it clear she was done with work. "Sorry about that, I've needed to send in that report for awhile now, couldn't put it off any longer." She looked at Jack laying there on her bed, she was so sexy and so tempting, Miranda had an urge to jump her bones but she didn't, she wanted something even more than that, she wanted to spend some time with her that didn't include pure sex. To talk and maybe just kiss, enjoy each others company and maybe even speak about the marksmanship issue.
So she stood and sauntered over the the bed, her usual sway as present as always, and looked down at Jack with a gentle expression. She didn't ask if Jack was alright, if she was hurting, the answer was obvious and besides asking such a question was nothing someone tough liked to hear, Miranda knew that through experience. Instead she lowered herself onto the bed next to Jack and kissed her gently. "I was hoping I would get to see you earlier than usual today... Seems my desire was fulfilled." She kissed Jack again, a light loving kiss with passion but not enough to get Jack hot and bothered, unless she had already been dangerously close. Miranda moved up onto the bed, her head hitting a pillow as she laid on her back and then she grabbed Jack up, pulling her into a position similar to how they had slept last night. "Door lock." With that they had privacy and comfort, exactly what Miranda had wanted all day.
"Hey." She paused, her arms wrapped around Jack loosely but still there. "I want you to learn to use a pistol, I meant what I said earlier, I won't lose you for such a stupid reason... In turn I'm going to have you give me some close-quarters-combat lessons." She didn't dwell on it and it wasn't a question, it was a statement she wouldn't take no as an answer for. Of course she didn't want to do it that moment, perhaps later but not quite then. She just wanted to be with Jack and that meant another kiss, this time to the top of her head as Miranda lay there, thinking and just letting it all sink in for a moment, Jack's breathing, her heat, the freshly showered smell that had her feeling a bit embarrassed. Miranda had started working right after the workout, she probably smelled, not badly as she had showered that morning, but no longer did she smell of soap and shampoo, not sweet like she often did. "Maybe I should go take a shower." She almost muttered it, more of a self thought than anything else, but it was out there and she found herself looking to Jack, almost as if looking for approval, but also because she didn't want to leave the girl's side, she wanted to stay with her, talking or playing, anything.
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Take your timeIll be here. Jack smiled. She wasnt in any sort of rush, granted she wished Miranda was done right now, but she knew that if the Operative didnt keep up with her work shed get behind, and then things would suck. It was better to just be patient. So she kicked off her boots and tossed them into a corner of the room so that she didnt track all sorts of things into the bed. Then she padded over to the big, comfy bed and plopped down. She ended up tucking her body onto the far side of the bed, eyes facing the bulkhead as she lay on her side, almost entirely up against the wall so that the light didnt bother her.
She was pretty good at amusing herself and used to being alone. So the fact that Miranda didnt have time for her right now didnt seem to bother the younger woman at all. Stillit was nice. Their mutual silence was comfortable. For now it was just enough to know that the other one was present. So Jack began to work on her own things, screwing around on her Omnitool with some personal files. She liked to writeit was something that Shepard had recommended she do in order to help cope with her PTSD. So she wrote poems, short stories, kept a journalthings like that. In order to help her write, she had started to read more and more in order to improve her vocabulary and just-learn-. Jack had always liked to readshe had missed a lot in her years spent in cryo, reading news articles and history books helped her close the gaps.
The sound of Mirandas voice made her perk up and she quickly shut off her Omnitool and rolled over to face her lover, immediately brightening up and smiling as she saw Miranda grinning at her. Im glad youre donecome lay with me? Jack inched closer towards the middle of the bed as the Operative got up to come over. The sway in Mirandas hips was very temptingshe always looked so delicious in that catsuit. But Jack hadnt brought her A game today. Shed forgotten their toy, forgotten to swing by the Armory, she didnt even seem in the mood to discipline Miranda for wearing the uniform she so hated. Instead she just tried her best to ignore that jackass Cerberus logo on it and focus on something elsewhich was easy because Miranda kept kissing her. WellI missed you. I liked having you to spar with and having your company. Jack purred as her lover pulled away from another kiss in order to get them all set up to cuddle.
Jack let herself be tugged and nudged until finally she was laying with her head nestled in Mirandas bosom, her one arm laying across her girlfriends tummy with her calloused hand lightly resting on her hip. Big brown eyes slowly shut and she lay there, happy to listen to Miranda as she spoke. Though she wasnt particularly happy about their current subject. AlrightalrightIll learn how to use a pistol. Youre not gonna lose me baby, dont worryIll always come back to you, Jack replied, trying her best to put Mirandas mind at ease. The tone in Mirandas voice led Jack to believe that it would be wise for her to not protest their new arrangement. So instead, she just went along with it. Besides, more training together meant more time spent together.
Hmmphyou cant go shower. What am I going to lay on if you leave? Jack was quite comfortable in her new favorite spot which was with her head atop the Operatives chest with two comforting arms wrapped around her lanky body. Mirandas breasts were like great big fluffy pillows, and Jack wasnt in the mood to be separated from them. BesidesI like your scentits just-you-. Jack knew the sentence didnt make much sense, but she didnt care right now. Her brain hurt. Fact of the matter was, Jack liked Mirandas natural scent. It wasnt bad, though neither was whatever bodywash and shampoo the older biotic used to cover up her natural scent and pheromones. So she neednt worry that she hadnt showered before Jack had come over.
Butif youre going to be a stubborn ass about getting a shower, you better plan on taking me with you. Jack smirked, half teasing and half serious. She wouldve loved to stay under a nice stream of warm water with Mirandas slick body pressed up against herbut it was so early. Maybe they could get away showering at the same timebut it still might look kind of weird. Most of the crew was puttering around and it was probably about dinner time, it would be impossible to sneak around. Speaking of dinner time You should go eatif you havent yet. She would be good and wait right there for Miranda to go grab something to snack on. Jack knew that Miranda was a busy woman that easily got lost in her work. And yeahshe cared about her enough to ask if she had eaten because perhaps the older woman had just forgotten to with all her report writing.
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Jack didn't like talking about the pistols but that was something Miranda had to say, she didn't like the idea of Jack going about without any ranged combat skills and she wasn't about to let the issue go. She didn't mention it again at that moment but she was going to enforce her decision. That being said Jack didn't seem too resistant, she agreed to learn and she even tried to reassure Miranda, a sweet gesture. It hadn't been needed, Miranda was a smart woman, she knew Jack was reckless but also a survivor, and she knew that the girl would come back to her one way or another, she just didn't like the risk that could be eliminated with a bit of training. Specifics would be attended to later, Miranda would have to plan an entire regime of training for the girl, start from scratch and teach the art of shooting to her all over again, it wouldn't be the most lengthy process but it would take a little bit of time, though she had a feeling just a single session would improve her dramatically, the extra time would be to give her an edge, set her apart from thugs and mercenaries, and to get some of it committed to Jack's talented muscle memory.
"A shower with you... Goodness that sounds lovely and I am going to have to take you up on that, not at this very moment but soon, so soon. Now would just be a bad idea, too many people wandering around, it would be like asking for someone to discover us." That was for sure, around dinner time people were always moving about on Miranda's floor, getting food or just taking a break, everyone was around at some point or another and there was too large a chance of someone happening upon them. So she resisted, thinking it would be best to do such a thing late at night or before anyone else wakes, time of the crew members rising being known to Miranda. She didn't have exact time of course but her memory and the times she often got up allowed her to guess and it would be the riskier option but very possible. "Yep, that can wait, though when we do, and yes I mean when, you have to play the mean warden and me the naughty prisoner." She smirked, kissing Jack on top of the head again.
Then food came up and almost as if by cue her stomach grumbled, lack of nourishment for most of the day catching up to her. "You had to say something... I was doing just fine too." With a sight she looked down at Jack, they were both comfortable. "I don't really want to move though and it's not that big a deal..." She began to speak but muttered, looking at Jack and sighing, if she brought it up it was important to her. "Alright, alright, I will go grab a plate of food, just wait right here." She reluctantly wiggled out from beneath Jack and left her room, looking around at a good deal of people coming to eat. Not getting in the shower was the wise decision, they would have surely been caught. It would have been more exciting than ever but still, certain risks threatened their relationship and being discovered by the wrong person would have it spread and do them serious harm as a couple and as individuals.
She didn't waste time looking around though, instead she moved quickly and grabbed some food, simple stuff really, but it was good as she was eating as she walked, giving every impression of a woman with a more important place to be. She did, with Jack and she made her way back to her room the second she had the food, going inside and locking the door again, leaving herself and Jack in their own little world. She took the food over to the bed, already having started eating the small meal as she sat on the edge, doing her best to munch it down quickly. It wasn't until she finished that she really looked at Jack again, seriously stared at her, only pausing to put the plate on her desk. "There, I've eaten, energy to do whatever we decide to do and not a chance of the stomach rumbling again." She laid back onto the bed, this time leaning over and kissing Jack a bit more passionately. She still wasn't looking for sex, she wasn't really wanting to until a bit later, when they could really go at it. "Hey, I changed all the voice recognition stuff by the way, the room will react to your voice, do everything it would do for me. Try it out." She was almost bragging but it was conversation time with them and besides, she was more curious about the things Jack wanted to talk about, and plenty of thoughts were in Miranda's head.
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Jack grinned at the mention of a fun little roleplay in the showers. It was one of her more favorite things that came with BDSM: adopting another character or persona just to switch up the power dynamics a little bit and change the rules of the game. Now shed definitely- have to make it a priority to snag a pair of handcuffs from the Armory later. Mmmyoure going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble later, Prisoner Lawson. Jack smirked as she teased, leaning up to playfully bite at Mirandas neck, then soothed the bite with a few gentle kisses.
When Mirandas stomach growled, she took it to mean that her lover had indeed totally ignored her hunger throughout the day. When Miranda started to protest, Jack just looked up at her with a hardening glare, I dont really want to go eat was not an acceptable answer. Usually Miranda was the dominant and experienced personality in their relationship, while Jack was the more dominant one in the bedroom. But on something like thisJack was willing to step up to the plate and chase her out of the bedroom to get her to go eat if she had to. Thankfully Miranda didnt need much more pushing, and Jack watched her leave with a happy smile. She didnt have to wait long, soon enough Miranda was back with a half eaten plate of food.
Shit, you almost wolfed that down as fast as I do. Jack chuckled after Miranda finished her meal and put her plate away. Being in prison had given her the bad habit of wolfing down her food. If she didnt eat fast enough, someone bigger and stronger would take away her meal, plus the entire time she was eating she was a sitting duck, open to attacks. But even with neither of those threats looming over her on the Normandy, she still ate her food as quickly as humanly possible.
She perked up when Miranda said that the room would obey her voice commands now. And of course, Jack just had to try it out. Lights, 75%, the younger woman commanded. Sure enough, the lights in the room dimmed down enough to take the harsh edge off and confirm that Jack had voice control of several things. Door, unlock. Jacks ears strained to hear the magnetic locks of the door disengage, and when she heard the softclick, her grin grew to be a mile wide. It was touchingit was almost like being given the key to someones apartment in order to elevate the relationship to the next level. In her excitement, she gave Miranda a great big thankful kiss on the cheek before saying, Door, lock. Even though this was a simple gesture, meant a lot to Jack. It meant that Miranda trusted her with her things and her personal space. Of course Jack wouldnt make it a habit to be hanging around in Mirandas office -all- the time. But it was nice to know that if she ever wanted to surprise the Operative with something, she could do so without having to hack the door.
Thanks Miri Jack rarely ever said Please or Thank you, her manners were of course lacking due to her upbringing or lack there ofbut sometimes, when someone did something that meant a lot to her, she remembered to say thanks. Jack began nuzzling at her neck, curious as to what else she could play with. The girl was like a child with a new toybut she knew few things about Miranda, other than her personality of course. And with her new ability to screw around with the voice commands of her office and bedroom, Jack wanted to see what information she could draw out of her living space. Play, Music. Jack pulled a face as sound began trickling out of the speakers. What the hell is this shit?
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Miranda was a bit embarrassed to scarf down her food, usually she ate quite slowly, nibbling away at food between thoughts and typing, her etiquette including dining. However when she was so excited it was too difficult to maintain such a slow pace, instead she ate every bite of her food quickly so as to spend the extra time with Jack, only a bit of extra time but enough to be worth the quick pace in which she ate. That, like a lot of things as of late, was Jack specific, Miranda's habits taking a back seat to Jack, what she did and how she handled herself changing to give her more time and mesh better with her new lover. It wasn't forced, she wasn't making herself change, it was just happening. She wanted Jack to know more about her, she wanted to spend more time with the girl, and she didn't feel like being the arrogant bitch she had always been before. She simply wanted to be with Jack and enjoy the time they had together and to do that a few things changed, even if only in the moment.
Jack was pleased with Miranda's gesture which made the older woman happy, she was glad to be able to do something that let Jack know what she meant to the older biotic. Then came a thanks, something so rare for Jack, rare enough that Miranda had never seen her say anything of the sort before and that made Miranda smile brightly. "It's no problem, I just wanted you to have full access to my room whenever you wanted... Besides, I want to do something for you that I've never done for another person... I want to be an open book." That was not an easy thing for a woman like Miranda, allowing someone to see her completely, to open up every little personal area in her life to another person. She wanted to do it for Jack though and that was precisely what she had done. In the room was everything she owned, from her clothing to all the data on herself and other sensitive files. She was trusting Jack. Of course she expected a certain amount of curiosity from Jack so she wasn't surprised when the girl began fooling around, in fact she smiled, happy someone wanted to know.
"It's called Jazz, I prefer the pure instrumental. There is also some classical in my saved files." She smirked, Jack was not going to like her music, or at least she didn't think the girl would, supported by her choice of words including 'shit' as a description for the sound. "And it's not shit, it is relaxing and doesn't fill up my head when I'm working..." She flicked Jack's nose playfully, leaning in and kissing her afterwards, the smooth music still going in the background and being great mood music as far as Miranda was concerned, though Jack had the option to turn it off if she wanted, not that it was loud, Miranda always had it play softly as she liked it better that way. She licked her own lips as she pulled away from Jack and looked down at the girl, eyes full of desire that she wouldn't be able to wait terribly long to sate, though she still resisted. "You should get use to it, I guarantee whatever nice restaurant that we end up going to will have some for of instrumental music playing. Besides, if this bothers you I hate to think of what else distracts you."
She teased Jack a bit, her hand going down and tweaking one of the girl's nipples, forcing whatever shred of clothing got in her way aside, which wasn't much with Jack's ensemble. "Unless you plan to take me to some club or sex party." She said the last bit as a joke but something she had seen when she 'researched' the other day was a bondage party, a mistress dragging her masked slave around a room, humiliating and teasing her in front of people who watched, all of them anonymous due to the masks. She wasn't suggesting they go to one, nor would she really be comfortable with it, too embarrassed and nervous about being recognized somehow, but the image was in her mind, an image of Jack in leather leading her around a room, people staring as she was spanked and toyed with by the Mistress side of Jack. It wasn't something she would speak aloud but it was getting her rather worked up and her thighs were becoming slightly wet.
She thought about something soon after she got turned on though, the lack of toy. She had enjoyed her first time with Jack, as much as she had resisted at the time, it had felt great and there had been no cock, but she was becoming use to the filling feeling of being fucked by Jack, of being taken by the dominant member and forced to cry out. She was becoming quite horny though and as she went in for another kiss it was outwardly obvious, the passion and desire behind the kiss not one that would fool Jack, especially when Miranda's tongue invaded, and she showed no signs of letting up, even as it continued on, Miranda wanted more. God, Jack had her conditioned to get horny whenever they were together, it was going to be the end of her.
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Wellits shit. I feel like Im in an elevator. Jack said plainly, but she didnt change the music. Maybe it was one of those things that just grew on youlike wine. Though Jack still drank wine like how she drank beer. Apparently the finer things took a long time to grow on her. But still, shed try it out. I dont mind classical she mumbled after Miranda finished kissing her. Usually she listened to very loud, very angry rock music. But sometimes when she wrote and just needed something in the background to drown out the sound of the engineers, shed listen to some chillstep, or some classical music.
The younger woman bit her lip, back arching just a bit as Miranda tweaked her nipple. Jacks pleasure was interrupted as she snorted at the mention of going to a club. She didnt dance. She made it a point to stand nowhere near a dance floor when Shepard dragged the crew out for celebratory drinks after a difficult mission. And if the Commander insisted she join her on the dance floor, Jack would just try to distract the older woman with a drinking game instead.or totally ignore Shepard and go drink on her own at the bar. Between blowing shit up, evading the authorities, and spending time in jail, shed never really had time to really learn how to dance. And while she didnt quite care what people thought of her, she definitely could do without them knowing that she looked like a goddamn fool when trying to dance. Flailing around like an idiot didnt do much for her bad girl image. But a sex partythat could be fun. Though Jack did get rather possessive of Miranda when she was acting like her Mistress Pet. Shed probably fly off the handle and rock someone in the face for staring at her pretty Toys perfect ass for too long. The little fantasy faded away as Jack was pulled into a deep, passionate kiss by Miranda. She groaned softly, arching her hips and pressing them firmly against her lover, making it very evident that she had forgotten to bring their toy up today.
Mmmwhats gotten into you? Jack had to pull away because Miranda was kissing her with such intensity that she could no longer breath. Now a panting, wanting mess herself, she didnt quite mind that Miranda had gotten aroused all of the sudden. But still, shed like to draw attention to it and embarrass her lover a little bit. Is it because you do want me to take you to some bondage party? Jack grinned, half teasing. She had been to bondage clubs before, there were quite a few hidden away on Omega and it was a rather interesting scene. They could be rather seedy, dark, gross, and especially violent with so many dominant personalities in one room. Though she supposed there would be more classy ones tucked into little niches on the Citadel or Illium. Does my Pet want to be paraded around on a leash and collar? Jack goaded, and as she said the word collar, she brought a hand up, her index finger hooking itself underneath the choker Miranda wore to pull her forward into another bruising kiss. Slowly she pulled away, tugging playfully at her bottom lip before totally releasing it as she looked at her lover.
Or do you just miss having my cock buried inside of you already? Jack smirked. Yanno, I really do spoil you, Princess. But as much as Jack teased the older woman, she too also loved the sensation-transmitting dildo. It had a certain level of intimacy that oral sex or fingering just didnt have. Dont get her wrong, shed spend all day with her face buried between Mirandas legs if she could. But there was just something about being connected to Mirandaabout not having to take turns and just the inherit power trip that came with having a massive cock that made her girlfriend scream.
But if you want your toy, youll have to go be a good girl and go get it for me. Its under my pillow downstairs. Jacks words were carefully chosen. She didnt know what her lover needed today. Miranda had been all over the place in their talk, had gone from playful and curious girlfriend and now was teetering on the edge of becoming her horny little Pet. So she carefully picked a statement that sounded more like an option rather than an order.
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Jack didn't make too big a deal over the music and Miranda could only assume it was for her that the woman held her tongue, though she did hear her say that she didn't mind classical. She would switch the music after she was satisfied with her kiss, something that wasn't going to be easy because she wanted it quite badly. Of course there was only so long a person could kiss another, eventually, not matter how hard one tried they would run out of breath. For Miranda it was longer than for most people, she was trained to handle any situation and being without oxygen for an extended duration was one such situation, though she didn't have a limitless time either. The only difference between her and Jack was that when Jack ended it panting she was barely beginning to feel the effects of the time without proper breathing. So her breath was still regulated and a smile plastered on her face as she watched the younger girl panting before her. It was kind of cute actually, a nice bonus of the lustful action.
When the kiss was ended however it wasn't by Miranda's action, it was Jack and she just had to embarrass the older woman, speaking out in the open about the mention of a bondage party. Instantly Miranda's cheeks burned bright, alerting Jack how right she was in her assumption and leaving Miranda without the proper ability to deny, something she had learned early on was an advantage one didn't want to lose. That was the situation however and as Jack pushed on, saying something about a collar and leash, which only served to further excite and embarrass her, she tried to think of an excuse. Sure it sounded great, sexy and kinky to a point that the older woman really wanted to do it, but it was also incredibly embarrassing and while she could do nearly anything if she had to it was certainly not something she would choose to do without some coaxing. Then again, she had mentioned it, her subconscious could be telling her something.
Nothing that Jack said turned Miranda on quite as much as her choker being pulled, the little piece of clothing essentially being a collar when used in such a way and she instantly felt herself shivering with delight. The power Jack had over her, it was exhilarating. "It was just something I had seen when I was um... Researching." She took a deep breath, her lustful eyes peering into Jack's as she swallowed hard. Though a few seconds later her voice came out a little stronger, a bit more embarrassed and flustered. "And so what if I want you inside of me... I said it yesterday, not like that is going to change..." She turned her face away, her eyes looking at the bed to try and help her keep cool, and she thought about how much Jack did spoil her. Then again they had some matching interests which made the sex all the easier and all the more incredible. Whatever she wanted Jack would oblige, not only because she wanted to please Miranda but because she wanted it as well.
"And fine... I'll go get it... But I better get a reward." She looked up with a small smile, part of her knew that demanding a reward would bring the exact opposite but she didn't much care, whether she got a reward or a punishment it would be amazing either way. So she got off the bed, teasingly pinching Jack's nipple once more before she did, and headed towards the door, opening it and heading out before Jack could get her back or say anything else, a grin on her face that she hid the second she got out the door. And so she moved down to Jack's floor, leaving the girl in her room with full access as she ventured to get the toy she had so come to adore. It wasn't hard to get but it did take some time, she had to be careful because there was no explaining being in Jack's vicinity, at least nothing easy, and if she were caught with the toy it would mean trouble. In fact she had to put it on to avoid detection, tuck up between her legs as she had no other place to hide it, her uniform was not made for hiding things.
That made things a bit more uncomfortable but easier, the sensitivity being quite intense but she didn't know how to work with it and didn't want to risk turning it up instead of down. So she rushed back up to her room, after making it back to the elevator she didn't have to worry, and locked the door again once she was inside. A sigh of relief escaped as she walked back into the room and towards the bed, success being the actuality but no sign of the toy was in sight, though as she approached she decided to mess with Jack a bit, say she was caught and had to get out of there before she could get the toy, make up some sort and surprise her when she stripped, something she should have done on her own but for the purposes of playing with Jack she was holding off.
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Jack snorted at the mention of a reward. Miranda would get what she got and she would like it! So she leaned over, trying to land a good swipe on Mirandas ass as her girlfriend left but missing as her lover pranced away. Ohhhh her naughty little Pet was going to get it later
As the doors closed behind the Operative, Jack began to wonder how the hell Miranda was going to get the toy up here anyways. She highly doubted that Miranda would be ballsy enough to wear it up. Did that catsuit even have pockets? If she tried to tuck it in somewhere it would probably stick out against the seamlessness of the uniform. Fuckshe probably shouldve synced it to Mirandas Omnitool. While the toy didnt get much smaller than 6 inches, it certainly wouldve been easier to hide than the size it was set to now. WellMiranda was smart and resourceful, Jack had every bit of confidence that her girlfriend could manage a task as simple as sneaking a sex toy up one floor.
Now that she was all alone in the Cerberus Operatives room, Jack had the overwhelming urge to snoop around like a good criminal. But she didntat least not for anything incriminating. Jack just needed to figure out what materials she could use to fashion a proper reward for her girlfriend. So she went into Mirandas closet, looking around in there to try to find something she could destroy and cannibalize in order to make some bindings. Miranda had about a zillion leather uniformsso thats what Jack ended up taking out of her closet.
Even though Chakwas had told her to lay off the biotics earlier, Jack of course wasnt very good at obeying orders. She lit her fingers up with energy, molding and shaping the blue biotics into one sharp point so that she could begin cutting up Mirandas uniform. She started by cutting the Cerberus logo out and burning the stupid thing to hell with her powers. Then she got down to business. The first thing she cut out was a nice thick strip that would serve as a blindfold which she folded up neatly and put ontop of the pillow so that she didnt lose it. Then she began shredding the uniform into several long, thin straps. The straps themselves wouldnt do much to bind Miranda, plus they were rather rough around the edges. So Jack began to braid them into a sort of makeshift rope. Miranda would still be able to shred through them with her biotics if she really needed to, but the symbolism would still there.
She had only had enough time to complete one long woven piece of rope and was halfway through making another one before Miranda got back. But the one piece should be more than long enough to bind Mirandas wrists together. Jack looked up from her work, smiling eagerly as she heard the door open. But when she didnt see the toy, her eyes narrowed a bit in disappointment. Miranda wasnt carrying anything wrapped up, wasnt hiding something behind her back, and her uniform had no noticeable bulges. What thewhere the hell is the toy? You chicken out?
Jack pouted, showing Miranda her piece of rope that she had worked so hard on while her lover had been away. Here I worked so hard to give my Pet such a nice new treat and she cant even bring me her toy to play with. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, legs dangling off the side. Jacks hands lit up in biotic energy, and she used a Pull to yank Miranda forward, making her loose her balance so that she ended up on her knees infront of Jack. What am I to do with you now?
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Miranda's arrival back at her room came with a nice little surprise, the creation of a rope just for her, an item which would have many diverse uses and something exciting to be sure. Of course she didn't miss the fact that it was one of her uniforms but she didn't really mind, she had plenty and could get more whenever she needed them. Besides, it was probably therapeutic for Jack to demolish the Cerberus symbol, something she had been thinking about rather heavily recently, how much wearing the logo of her employer could hurt the person she truly cared for. However that wasn't something she could simply change, the other Cerberus members on the ship would quickly notice the lack of the symbol of Miranda and she couldn't risk that, not with how people blabbed every little odd detail to The Illusive Man. No, for the time being she couldn't change anything but she could let Jack destroy a few every now and again and simply get new ones, take it and not say anything. It would give her lover a nice feeling surely.
"The toy... Well... I was going to get it and bring it back up but I couldn't figure out where to put it and I was almost caught... So I kind of just left." Her voice wasn't shaky or nervous, the first clue that she wasn't being completely honest, in fact a small grin popped up for a second, a look which was quickly hidden as not to reveal her plan. She did feel a bit bad, tricking Jack when she had been slaving away to make some new toys, being nice even if they were handmade. She was going to play it out though, she wanted to surprise Jack and chances were she would be receiving the same level of punishment for lying to Jack whether she had the toy on her or not. So her lips stayed zipped and she looked at Jack, trying to get a read on what it was that the girl was thinking, something much harder to do than it was to say, Jack having a way about her that made some things obvious and others hard to tell. Perhaps she usually just didn't try to hide her intentions so when she did it was all the harder to figure them out.
As she was pulled to her knees she simply looked up, biting her lower lip as the toy inside of her moved around, the sensation from her tight uniform pushing to bring a moan from her lips. It didn't but she was close, she had to hold back. "I don't know... You could shower me with love, kiss and hold me, maybe use your magic fingers." She looked up, a bit of playful defiance in her eyes as she gave Jack the option she knew wasn't going to happen. That was half the fun, teasing Jack, making her think she was going to be trouble and then crumbling when it all came down on her like the horny mess she was. "I mean it's not like you get anywhere when you try and punish me, I won't learn and I most certainly won't remember. I mean yesterdays cropping, the wounds are almost entirely healed, only the hardest hits are still there." She was goading Jack, trying to get her to strip her down and find the toy, to make her move things along past the playful teasing that would drive Miranda wild because of what she had hidden beneath her clothes.
In truth the day before was still wearing heavily on her body. She hadn't lied, most of the markings were gone, her body healed fast, but the soreness was still quite prevalent, she had been in mild pain every time she had moved her ass on the chair that day, discomfort from her wounds driving her mad. Of course to sell her words she needed the expression, everything Miranda ever did or said had an expression that conveyed how superior or confident she was and this time was no different. After speaking a look came on her face, it was a tad playful but mostly it was just arrogance, a pure confidence that no matter what Jack decided to do that it wouldn't phase her. They both knew it was a bluff, she always ended up a screaming pile of arousal by the end, but it was probably enough to get Jack excited, to have her go full force, or so Miranda hoped. She just wasn't sure she could take the cock being inside of her for so long without going nuts. It was already bulging, trying to push its way out of her tight leather uniform, and if it hadn't been tucked between her legs it would no doubt be an obvious bulge in the front of her crotch.
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For fucks sake Cheerleader. You just pussy out on me and you want me to shower you with kisses?! Jack rolled her eyes, sounding exasperated. But in truth she was just playing. She knew that Miranda was just toying with her, trying to play a smartass because she wanted to be pulled into a scene, and probably just because she liked to ruffle Jacks feathers. Of course in the end though, the older biotic got her waythe moment her eyes expressed defiance, when she stopped being playful and put on her mask of arrogance, Jack had the overwhelming urge to show her just who was boss in the bedroom.
Yanno what, youre right Princess, I dont get anywhere spanking you, a kinky slut like you likes it too much. Jack smirked, getting up off the bed and grabbing the back of Mirandas uniform collar and a bit of her hair in the process, dragging her backwards and onto her ass. Strong and able to amplify her muscles with her biotics, Jack easily yanked her back all the way to her desk, ripping out her chair from underneath and then hoisting the Operative it up into it. So since you like punishments so much, how about I start taking privileges away instead? The younger woman growled. With one hand still on her collar to make sure Miranda stayed in the chair, Jacks free hand began working her belt off. Instead of using it to beat Miranda for being so impertinent, Jack released her uniform only to take a hold of her wrist and quickly bind it with the belt. She yanked the one imprisoned arm roughly behind the chair and grabbed hold of the other. Quickly she began to weave the leather back and forth in figure eights until Mirandas wrists were tightly bound together in a makeshift pair of handcuffs.
And there Jack left her, just for a moment anyways. Long enough for her to retrieve the long piece of rope she had made and the blindfold. The younger woman was content to take away the priviledges of movement and sightat least for now. And so she tied the blindfold onto her struggling Pet, blinding her and forcing her to rely on touch and sound. Then she reached down to grab one of Mirandas feet and lassoed it. She pulled back, then looped the rope through the cuffs and then came back down to the other foot, pulling both legs back tight and just about hog-tieing her in the chair so that her legs stayed spread eagle.
Well well wellwhat do we have here. Jack couldnt help but grin as she saw the bulge between Mirandas legs now that she was so helplessly spread wide open. She was actually kind of proud of her girlfriend at that moment, Miranda wouldve made one hell of a smuggler.
So now my Pet is a dirty rotten liar hmm? Just trying to get me all pissed off so that I give you a little pleasure huh? Jack used those magic fingers to tear the front of the Operatives uniform to pieces. Even though Miranda couldnt see the blue, crackling energy, she could certainly feel it because Jack had decided to not pull back her power as much as she usually did. Everywhere she touched left angry red marks and felt like electrical shocks. As soon as Mirandas entire front was properly bared from her breasts to her inner thighs, Jack stopped tearing the uniform to shreds, stepping back to admire her work for a moment.
Ive gotta say Petyou wear the cock pretty well. Even though Jack identified as being a lesbian, she could still appreciate the toy sticking up so proudly between Mirandas legs. She wrapped her hand around the base and then slowly brought her whole hand up to the head where she ran her thumb over the sensitive tip, smirking as she felt the cock throb in her hand. The toy worked simply enough: it gave the sensation of having a real cock, sending feedback through the entirety of Mirandas sex and tricking her brain into thinking that the toy was really an extension of herself. Jacks hand came back to the base of the toy and she pulled hard, forcing the toy out of Mirandas clutching folds.
ButI think Ill save riding you for a little later. But do me a favor and hold this for me until then. Jack grinned as she flipped the whole toy around and inserted it easily between Mirandas spread legs. She gave the massive dildo a couple of teasing pumps before ramming it in as deep as it would go. Then she lit up her Omnitool, fiddling with a couple of buttons beforeBzzzzzzthe toy began to vibrate on the lowest setting. Something that could probably bring Miranda to orgasm but not for a very, very long time.
Therenow you be good and try not to make too big of a mess. Im going to finish my piece of rope. Try to not make too much noise, it might distract me and Ill take even longer to come back. Jack cackled before quietly padding back over to the bed. Hmmmshe still had this half piece of rope to mess with. But she needed something a little more fun. After turning it over in her hands a few times to try to brainstorm some ideas. She soon figured out that she could double it over, undo some of the finished end and make a rudimentary flogger.
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Miranda got the reaction she was looking for from Jack, it wasn't easy but she knew which buttons to push in order to make Jack go off, to turn her on and get her riled up. It didn't mean she was exactly pleased or expecting the specifics of what happened, of being put in the chair and tied to it, her hands were the only way for her to really struggle, it was a feeling she only liked with her captor being Jack, nobody else would have gotten away with it. Then came the blindfold, it was a similar situation with her being tied up, only Jack could get away with it without some serious fight. It was all going to be worth it when it finally got discovered what she had done, what she had on her. A smile crossed her lips despite the situation she was in and she felt the clothes being slowly cut off of her by the biotics she both desired and feared, they could please or hurt her. Of course with Jack she knew she wasn't in danger, she trusted the girl, though she wasn't being as pleasurable as she had been before, the biotics had a bit of a zap and she knew it was because Jack was displeased with her 'failure'.
Then the young woman figured out what had been said was not true, revealed Miranda's lie and the cock that rested beneath her clothing. A smirk crossed her face as Jack called her a liar and she nodded when her motive was revealed, she had wanted pleasure, though it had also been to tease Jack a bit. "I do want you to pleasure me... It's nearly all I can think about all day." There was other things that crossed her mind but aside from work it was almost entirely Jack, whether it be in regards to pleasure or just simple affection. It was just the truth. That didn't stop Jack, her admission was simply going to drive the woman on, make her continue in whatever it was she had planned to pay Miranda back for the lie and surprise, and probably her earlier look of arrogance as well. Plus she was sure the competitions earlier were going to come out, she didn't like to lose and just because they were on good terms and she didn't hold a grudge didn't mean it hadn't irritated her.
"Thank you." She said at the compliment of her with a cock, it was probably very sexy, her curvy and fit body being appealing regardless but even more so with a powerful and fully erect member. Miranda knew she was bi-sexual at that point, there was no way she could deny lusting after Jack and she had been with men before. Yet there were some clear preferences. She loved the female body and mind, the beauty and elegance that came even from women as tomboyish as Jack. It was something she desired heavily, the breasts and the smooth skin, and they could have the sexy muscles just the same as men but in a more appealing way. She also liked cock though, the strength and amount of power behind the male organ was simply incredible and she found it all the more impressive on a woman like Jack, feminine and yet powerful with a tool that could take Miranda completely, even if it was a fake, it felt real and got the job done. So she preferred women but she also really liked the feeling of a good pounding, so with Jack she had the best of both worlds, a partner that could satisfy every need, not just physical.
The cock being ripped out of her brought a loud moan and a look of disappointment, the feeling was odd but the pleasure from just a finger was something else, obviously men were quite sensitive, or just the new sensation was extra effective. Then it was shoved back into her, though this time the other end, a moan escaping once more as it was pumped inside of her a few times. Then came the vibrating, so low that she instantly knew what was going to happen, she was going to be left with the toy inside of her unable to cum as it slowly raised her arousal, Jack was cruel. A whimper escaped her lips as Jack told her to be good, not being able to see made her a bit uneasy but it also heightened the pleasure and she could only sit there as the toy teased her constantly, her body warming up and a blush on her cheeks from embarrassment. "Damn you..." She muttered, another whimper escaping as it droned on, buzzing at a low volume and doing little to actually pleasure her, though it did feel quite good.
Sex was about release though and the toy provided none of that, even after a few minutes she wasn't even close to cumming and that didn't seem to be changing. "Jack... Please..." She finally muttered between her whimpering and small moans. She wanted Jack to do something to her, touch her to use that dildo to actually pleasure her, and she could hear her working on something so she knew the woman was there. If she didn't hear her she would have been incredibly anxious, though part of her knew it would have been exciting. Tied up, blindfolded, a dildo shoved inside of her. Knowing that someone could walk in and see that, it was thrilling in theory, though if it happened she would have to break out of her binds and kill them, then kill Jack for letting someone from the crew find her like that, though she knew Jack was too possessive to show Miranda off in that position when whoever came across it would know who she was. Hell she doubted her lover would be okay with random strangers seeing, much less someone who would see Miranda during the day and know.
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Jacks ears perked up from the sound of her name and she looked up from her work, snickering as she saw Miranda wriggling around and trying to find release. No one would ever believe her if she said she had the Illusive Mans right hand woman tied up as her prisoner with a vibrating dildo between her legs. That was almost as unbelievable at how quickly Miranda had broken down. Jack wouldve thought her naughty little smart aleck Pet would have held out a little longer before saying please; especially when Jack usually had to prompt her in order to get her to say what she wanted.
Oh come on Cheerleader, youve been there not even 10 minutes. Dont they give you some Cerberus interrogation resistance training bullshit? Before Miranda started reciting her name, rank and serial number like a wise ass, Jack lit up her Omnitool and increased the vibration level to keep her happy and more or less quiet. The new intensity wasnt enough to make her finally reach her peak, but it was probably much more satisfying than the lowest setting had been. Fuck if Id have known it would be this easy to get you to squeal I wouldve just done this instead of wading through all those files Shepard had you give me. Jack smirked and turned her attention away from her prisoner and back to the flogger she was working on. It probably took her about another ten minutes or so to finish her little project and she knew that for Miranda, being bound and blindfolded ten minutes probably felt like an hour.
Wellthe new toy looked- like a flogger. As long as one used the term flogger loosely anyways. It wasnt her best work. But having a moaning, needy Submissive in her ear, mad it very hard for her to concentrate on what she was doing. Jack slowly got out of bed. Miranda could probably hear her as she stepped closer. And could hear the swishing of wind and leather as Jack began to twirl the flogger in her wrist. Her body seemed to remember all the motions even though it had been a long time. She resolved to be gentle, at least to start.
SooooI gave up on the rope, made you something else instead. Jack grinned and moved up closer to Miranda who by now the younger woman could see that her folds were absolutely dripping wet with her arousal. But youre going to get it all wet! I thought I told you not to make too big a mess. The younger woman teased as she got down onto her knees infront of Miranda. The older biotic could feel Jacks hands come to rest on her inner thighs before a warm tongue flicked her clit. But Jack wasnt here to get her off, at least not yet. She had every intention of just cleaning Miranda off a little bit. Jack left the toy inside, even though it made her whole vibrate and feel odd. She began licking around the vibrating dildo, hungrily lapping up her lovers sweet juices. Her nose wrinkled as the vibrations tickled it and she finally pulled away when it felt like her brain was rattling around in her skull.
Jack got back up onto her feet, flogger still in hand. For a moment she just stood there, grinning because she was a very lucky girl indeed to have such a sexy little Pet. Even when she was a moaning and whimpering mess, Miranda somehow still had an air of grace and poise around her. Jack would have to fix all of that, so she ran the soft leather tails of the new toy over Mirandas hypersensitive sex. She started working it up higher, teasing the Operatives hardened nipples before leaning forward to take a hardened nub into her mouth. Jack licked and sucked on the poor bundle of nerves roughly for a moment before releasing it; just as quickly as the onslaught had happened, it was over. As much as Jack loved to worship Mirandas body with her mouth, she still had this brand new toy to take for a spin.
While she knew it was better to use such a toy on a more trained sub, Jack also knew that Miranda was tough. Dont forget your word if you need it Pet was her one piece of advice before bringing the flogger with a couple of warm-up swats with the flick of her wrist. Not bad huh Pet? Maybe I should go into making sex toys when I retire. Jack chuckled, smacking Mirandas stomach with the flogger once more. She alternated between hitting that and her breasts, twirling her wrist and smacking the skin the leather tails until the porcelain flesh lit up bright pink from the warm-up.
Now that Miranda was a little warmed up, the fun could begin. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jack flicked the flogger over Mirandas stomach and breasts, dragging the tips over the skin with quite the sting. Now youre not going to go around lying to me anymore, are you pet?
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Miranda was comfortable with Jack, she trusted her and she loved her, those emotions made it easy to say please or give up private information, allowed her to smile and share everything with her. Hell it was more important to her than Cerberus and Cerberus had always been quite important to her. In fact the only thing she had valued more than her job for the longest time had been her little sister. Now Jack ranked above it as well. So her admissions were no signs of weakness but rather signs of affection, though one could argue affection was a type of weakness. Miranda didn't believe so though and found herself a bit aggravated when Jack insinuated that she was easy to break, even if she was joking, though the Operative couldn't be sure without seeing her expression. She should have known better though, known that if Miranda didn't want to say it that she would never have said it, died before she gave up intel or her own feelings. Jack was just someone she didn't want to do that with, even if she did enjoy messing with her at times.
She decided then and there to teach her a bit of a lessen though, to hold things in even if just for a bit, to deny Jack what she knew she loved to hear, Miranda's voice. So after she said that, and after one last moan as the vibrator was turned up it all stopped. It wasn't easy, she didn't stop making all noise, but the only thing that escaped her lips as she sat there were small muffled moans, barely audible and not sexy whatsoever, at least not compared to her sultry pleasure filled screams. She even managed to speak with a level and calm tone, though the effort involved was incredible, it was harder than most things she had ever done. "I can't help being wet, it feels good." Her voice was a tad shaky but other than that it was perfect, not an audible moan escaped nor did she beg or whimper again, though that was all she wanted to do at that point, moan and whimper, beg for more since the dildo's new speed still wasn't enough to satisfy her.
That was easier said than done though because soon she felt Jack's wonderful silky tongue flicking and licking, not to get her off but the sensation made it incredibly difficult not to voice her approval. She managed, Miranda always managed if she wanted to, part of the point she was attempting to make. Not being able to see what was happening made it more difficult however, she couldn't see Jack's head to know if she was going down and she couldn't see what came next, even as the leather was traced against her sensitive skin she only knew the material and not what it was. At first she had believed it would be more binding but Jack said it wasn't a rope. Then she began to think it would be a whip but it wasn't a single string of leather. So she waited, patiently and keeping her desires buried with great effort. She waited until something finally happened, Jack's lips no longer touching her skin and instead flecks of leather came down, stinging her porcelain flesh.
It hurt but not badly, though if Jack had started full force she may have made a sound, scream or cried out. Luckily she could see it coming and while very small cracks formed in her iron shell it was easy to see how tough she could really be if she wanted to, no loud cries or screams coming but simply uncomfortable muffled noises. Then the hard stuff came, her breasts and stomach feeling the pain but she still continued not to let it be obvious, though she realized something, it didn't feel nearly as good when she wasn't being honest and letting her feelings out. So she looked up, not actually being able to see Jack through the blindfold but looking towards her voice. "I can't promise I won't lie, teasing you is fun, you get all flustered and riled up, it's adorable. But I won't ever lie to you unless it's for teasing purposes." She smiled and the tenderness in her voice was followed by a audible moan, her concession of sorts. She had proved her point already and now she just wanted to enjoy it, and since she was such an odd woman, enjoying the pain and finding pleasure with it, she waited for the next hit, her thighs still soaking and as she chewed on her lip it was obvious that was her intention.
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For a moment Jack began to doubt herself as a Mistress. Miranda was trying her best to keep quiet and it sort of rattled the younger woman. Even her talented tongue had barely drawn a lusty gasp out of her lover. Near silence and an unwavering, emotionless voice was not the reaction she had been expecting at all. She had thought Miranda would be moaning or at least engage in the playful banter in a less serious scene. Just like a man, Jack had no idea what the hell she had done. One minute she had been teasing and then the next thing she knew, something she had said made Miranda shut down.
But Jack kept pushing on, trying to get Miranda to either say her safe word or try to fix whatever she had said by giving Miranda the pain she knew her lover liked. When Miranda finally let down her walls again and made her promise, Jack couldnt help but smile. The younger woman leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. She poured everything into it, her I love yous and her Im sorry for whatever I said that made you upset earlier, and her Thank you for promising not to lie about the important stuff, things she couldnt say when disciplining her Pet for lying earlier but obviously felt.
Now lets get one thing straightyour Mistress is not adorable, Pet. Even though Jack was smiling, her voice had fallen back into its commanding, authoritative tone. Having Miranda give her just that one moan was enough for her entire posture to change; for her to fall back into her more confident, controlling role.
Now that most of Mirandas porcelain flesh was bright pink with tingling, hypersensitive nerves, Jack brought the flogger down harder. SMACK! The leather tips came down her right breast. SMACK! Now down the left. Then she started to work her thighs, careful not to whack Mirandas dripping wet sex. Instead she teased the hot, pink folds, tickling her lightly with the leather. SMACK! The crop came down on her left inner thigh, harder this time, enough so that some of the many small welts began to open and ooze droplets of blood. Having finally broken skin on such a sensitive area, Jack finally stopped playing with the toy and set it down on the desk. While she wasnt too worried about Miranda bleeding a little, she was still very careful with how hard she pushed since this all was still relatively new to her lover. Jack knelt down between her legs once again. She began licking the welts that were bleeding, swirling her tongue around them to both tease and soothe her lover.
Im going to give you a special treat tonight. Just because you were such a good girl and brought me the toy when I asked. Jack purred from between Mirandas legs. While she was down there, she reached around and undid the bindings around Mirandas ankles and checked her hands to make sure that they still had circulation going through them. Happy that her lover seemed to be okay except for some little welts all over her front, Jack got up off of her knees and began to undress, quickly stripping herself of the few layers of clothing she had on. And because I suppose you need a little bit of practice before our date.
Carefully, the younger woman slowly eased the vibrating toy out of Mirandas clutching, swollen pussy. She turned off the vibration setting with her Omnitool and adjusted the size of the toy so that it was a tad smaller. She was a skinny girl after all and though her hips had a feminine flare, she was nowhere as curvy as Miranda and so capable of taking on a big cock. Besides, it had been a very, very long time since she had let anyone fuck her this way. Jack slid the smaller, sensation-transmitting end back into Mirandas aching folds and gave the toy a second to seamlessly sync to her lovers body. Lights, 50% Jack dimmed the lights before she tugged the blindfold off of her lover. I want you to be able to see this She smiled and gave Miranda a soft kiss on the lips. Even though this was a more tender moment, Jack still felt a bit better knowing she still had control of the scene. Miranda was still bound with her arms behind the chair and even though she now wore the cock, Jack was the one that would ride her how she saw fit.
Now just relax Jack purred, partially talking to Miranda and partially talking to herself. She wasnt nervousbut there was just something about this change in how they were intimate with one another that made her stomach flip flop and her heart flutter. She placed her hands lightly onto Mirandas shoulders, using them for leverage as she climbed into her lovers lap. She eased the glistening lips of her sex over the head of the toy, moaning softly as it brushed her clit. With a little bit of rocking and teasing, Jack finally had her hips correctly positioned so that she could lower herself onto Mirandas throbbing cock. Oh f-fuck. Jack stammered, even with the reduced size of the toy, she was still very tight. Her short nails dug into Mirandas shoulders as she shivered, relishing in the little bit of pain that came with a whole lot of pleasure. Inch by inch, she lowered her body onto the fake cock, her hot, slick pussy spasming around the toy.
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Miranda's eventual change back to the lusting moaning mess seemed to relieve some obvious discomfort with Jack and while she wasn't sure exactly what she had done wrong her affection screamed sorry. Miranda had already forgiven her and wasn't truly mad to begin with but she couldn't just let Jack think she was easy, she wanted the girl to know how special it was that she gave herself up and was so damn honest about how she felt and what she liked, which was just about anything Jack did to her. Miranda had a feeling Jack already knew, she was not dense and she was treating her well, which was something when most people just wanted to get with her for sex and nothing else. So really it was more of an immature move by Miranda, wanting to have Jack acknowledge and appreciate her more than she already did, and she already cared more than anybody else. Perhaps she really was a princess, spoiled and a bit of a brat when it really came down to it. She expected to be treated well, which in her case was being tied down and smacked with leather, but to each their own.
"But you are Mistress, extremely adorable... And sexy..." She smirked, not arrogant but playfully, she wouldn't give up on the cute remark and she knew what she would receive for being so adamant, punishment. It came swift and hard, smacks of the leather instrument Jack had fashioned leaving welts on her skin and bringing some loud moans from her pouty lips. It was beautiful really, the mix of pain and pleasure that came out as where most women would simply scream out in pain. She was a different kind of woman than most though, she enjoyed having Jack do things that she didn't experience on a daily basis and giving up her power, something she usually kept under all circumstances. The truth was something she couldn't figure out completely herself, it was hard to put into words why it felt so good to be in a submissive position to Jack, to have the younger girl take control over her and the pleasure she received. It was just the way it turned out and she loved it.
She couldn't deny becoming excited when she began to be untied, at least her feet, and Jack began to speak of their date. She remembered what Jack wanted from her and remembered what she had been wearing when she entered the room, it got her biting her lower lip in anticipation. Then it came, the toy was retracted from her pussy, never once having given her an orgasm despite all of the pleasure it had tormented her with, and it was shoved back inside of her, this time the other way around. It quickly synced with her body, though she felt it shrink in size a bit, not that she minded, though she did think she looked rather sexy with a large cock. The size it had been changed to wasn't small and she could guess why Jack shortened it, but she couldn't see to compare. She didn't get a glance until Jack decided to let her, taking off the blindfold and giving her a good view of both Jack's naked body and the new, slightly smaller cock attached to her. It was one hell of a sight.
"Oh? Well I'm glad you're letting me see... I've been wondering what this would be like ever since you got this wonderful toy." She purred in delight, nuzzling Jack as she mounted her, Miranda's hands still being tied and her mobility still quite limited. Jack was cute in the more womanly position, she was beautiful and while she was smaller than Miranda it didn't matter, in fact it only made watching her lower herself onto the cock all the more tantalizing. Besides, she was obviously sensitive and it had probably been a long time since she had ridden anyone. Not that Miranda had much time to be thinking, Jack's tight sex was gripping down on her new cock so snugly that she moaned with even the slightest movement. "Shit... You are so fucking tight..." She muttered, her mouth kissing and suckling at Jack's neck, not caring if she left a visible hickey in the moment, though she would probably be concerned the next day.
At that moment the only thing Miranda cared about was Jack and the pleasure she could receive. Of course she had already thought about ways to increase her pleasure, pumping the cock up into the smaller girl, gyrating her own hips, or even getting her angry again so she would begin to move on her own to prove a point. In the end she did none of it, instead she just smiled, moaning and bearing with it, allowing Jack to take her time and enjoying watching the process at work. It was nice really, Jack was so innocent in her own way, not untying Miranda to keep control, the way she couldn't take even the smaller cock easily which was proof of her discretion with men, though there was no telling how many women she had bedded. Miranda liked seeing those sides of the girl and she wasn't going to ruin the sight or speed it up unless she could no longer take it, and for the moment she was fine with the agonizingly slow pace, she was use to it from previous pleasures.
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F-fuckingshitfuckI knew I shouldve made your cock smaller. The younger biotic hissed as their hips finally met, her blunt nails digging into Mirandas back and shoulders for dear life. The first few inches of the throbbing rod had been bearable, equal parts pain and pleasure. But as she sank lower and lower, getting stretched more than she had ever been in her whole life, her grip on Mirandas shoulders became tighter and tighter, more than enough pressure being applied to leave interesting bruises later. Pain radiated throughout her core and shot up her spinal cord, exploding behind her eyes and she whimpered, resting her head on her lovers shoulder to collect herself for a moment. Fuck, why did Miranda have to look so obscenely hot with a massive cock between her legs?
Everything began to feel much, much better as Miranda began to aggressively kiss and suckle the sensitive flesh of her throat. Years of wearing a shock collar made the nerves extra raw and sensitive. It was an area of her body that she guarded the most, but with Miranda she didnt cringe or pull away. Instead she tilted her head to the side, offering more of the delicate, tattooed skin. Mmmright there Jack purred as Miranda began to suckle and bite at her pulse point. Her hips began to grind into the older biotics, unable to sit still with Mirandas talented mouth paying so much attention to her neck and riling her up.
Now that she no longer felt like she was going to be split in two, Jack slowly lifted her body up off the toy. Her walls clutched and spasmed in protest but Jack kept going, finally retreating enough that only the tip of the toy was inside of her. Already her nerves missed the feeling of being full, so back down she went, inch by inch she enveloped Mirandas cock, filling up her slick heat. She kept up these slow, controlled movements for several more minutes, allowing herself to get used to having something so big inside of her. Jack wasn't a virgin, but she had wanted to give Miranda a big enough cock to the point where she would definitely be the biggest that the younger woman had ever had. It was a sort of ego booster she willingly wanted to give up to her lover. "Fuck...Miri...you're so big." Jack groaned, her core started to tingle and wind up again. Before long, Jack couldnt take the slow fucking anymore. She craved something rougher and wanted to hear Miranda scream.
Jack began to bounce on the toy in earnest, lowering herself full force onto the toy and quickly picking herself back up just to do it all over again. The younger woman was soaking wet, her hips and ass smacking lewdly into Mirandas thighs as she impaled herself down onto the cock at a rapidly increasing pace. She let out a whimper as the toy stretched her even fuller, but she didnt let up on the brutal pace.
As she had said before, she really did want Miranda to see this. So she leaned backwards a little bit, angling her hips so that the head of the toy kept dragging against her most sensitive spot which made the muscles in her abdomen twitch. Her calloused hands stayed on Mirandas shoulders to keep herself from falling backwards. Now that there was more space between them, Miranda had a perfect view of Jacks small breasts that bounced and jiggled just out of her reach. If those blue eyes traveled down lower, shed see the younger womans pink, glistening folds wrapped around the toy that looked and felt so real. Jack's clit was so swollen and neglected, begging to be touched. She probably should've untied Miranda's wrists before this...but for now Jack was content to keep taking her own pleasure.
The bright side of not having large breasts was that she could look down between them and watch the action too. Jack cried out as she saw Mirandas massive rod disappearing into her quivering folds, only to be withdrawn and freshly coated in her arousal. FuckMirandayour cock feels so good. Ohhhmmmyes...cum inside me Pet, fill me up.
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Miranda had learned a lot about the pleasures her and Jack were experiencing using her resources, watching porn mostly but she had read a few articles and books to get herself acquainted with what they were doing. The rest had been hands on, with what Jack did to her and the immense pleasure she had experienced night after night with her lover. What she hadn't learned, and couldn't learn anything about prior to experiencing it, was how great fucking another woman with a cock would feel. The moment Jack began lowering herself onto Miranda's new cock she was shivering a shuddering in delight, it was so sensitive and felt absolutely incredible. She had never imagined it would feel so good and she began to understand why men were such animals when it came to getting laid, why the pushed forward and pursued a woman until she finally gave in. Miranda had never been easy to get but men tried hard and she was sure it was because of the pleasure. Of course her enjoyment was biased, it was a first and the first taste of something amazing was always the best.
Regardless it was something else and something she wouldn't mind getting a taste of every once in awhile. If she understood correctly women could cum much more often than men and easier if they were good, so she had a feeling they were the lucky ones and overall they obtained more pleasure, but that didn't stop her from enjoying it. That was especially true because it was Jack on top of her and the girl's struggle to take it all in only made it that much better of a show for Miranda, her eyes watching every little movement made by Jack's body. It was beautiful and hearing her moan, which mixed with Miranda's loud moans as the tight sex clenched around her cock, excited the older woman to higher and higher levels. "Fuck... You are so damn tight... I almost hurts." She whimpered before going back at Jack's neck to nibble, kiss, and lick away at the sensitive spot, working overtime to keep Jack high on ecstasy.
Soon enough the slow lowering and pained sound mixed with Jack's pleasured voice changed. She began to derive pure pleasure and Miranda could hear it, and feel it as she went up and down on the large and now throbbing cock. When that happened she began to watch, labored breathing and moans growing in frequency as it became harder to last and the sexy sight not helping. Jack was fucking gorgeous, the smaller breasts were so attractive to Miranda and watching them bounce as Jack moved her body up and down atop her cock was an immaculate sight. She took it all in, the breasts, the rippling muscles of her lover's stomach, the look on her face as she fucked herself on Miranda's rock hard cock, and then the actual sight of that cock plunging inside of the younger woman over and over. It was all too much and Miranda was afraid, and knew, she wouldn't last very long, not at the current pace. She needed to do something to keep herself going longer, unfortunately without use of her hands it was impossible to do anything, she just had to take it.
She did however come up with something to derive more pleasure out of the situation, to get more for herself even if she couldn't last longer, and as Jack told her to cum she put it into action. "Yes Mistress..." She moaned out, and then in a strong rapid succession her hips began to piston upwards, her freed legs pushing up from the floor and allowing Miranda to sent the cock thrusting up into Jack each time she started coming back down, slapping of skin, the sloshing of juices, and louder moans being the only sounds in the room. That was it, the extra effort and friction brought Miranda's last bit of endurance crashing down, the cock taking one moment to shove up inside of Jack before cum poured out, long thick streams pouring out into Jack and Miranda's head tipped back as she moaned louder than ever, her body shaking in delight. Men had some incredible orgasms and while she couldn't speak to its value against one of her usual climaxes, the experiencing being way too different and not having enough time to see if she could cum again, she did know it was one of the best things she had ever experienced. "Fuck, it feels so good in your pussy!"
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The younger woman loved helping Miranda relieve the stresses of the day this way: to help wash away the pressures, deadlines and frustrations of her work-filled day with some pleasure, pain, and a little domination. Jack had entirely expected to not orgasm right away, wanting to ride and force Miranda through a couple more climaxes before she let herself have one.
She had been in control of her pleasure, bouncing atop Miranda roughly but still in control of the orgasm building up inside of her. All of the movements were her own; she knew what was coming and could speed up or slow down to keep herself from climaxing. The younger woman was well aware of her limits, knew she was dancing on the edge and she loved that feeling: the deliciousness of a good build up towards the final peak. But as soon as her lover started pistoning the cock up into her, Jack lost her ability to hang onto that edge. The toy stretched her, filled her so fully. And when Jack thought she couldnt possibly have anything else inside of her, Miranda had thrust into her roughly one final time, filling her up with her juices.
Ohhhh fuck! Jack cried out, head tilting back as she screamed. Holy fuck. Mirandas juices were so hot, her cock pulsed so deliciously inside of Jacks already tight slit that it made her groan. She couldnt hold back the build up of pleasure any longer. It burst forward like water rushing from a dam, filling up every inch of her body. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck FUCK! Jack shouted, her entire body trembling as she came. Her pussy convulsed around Miradndas cock, milking the hard, fleshy rod for everything she had.
By the time she came down from her high, she was a trembling and whimpering mess. If she thought she had been wet before, it was absolutely nothing compared to what she was covered with now. Her thighs, her butt, Mirandas thighseverything was covered in their mixed arousal. Jack leaned forward, hugging Miranda tightly and giving her a deep, passionate kiss. Being on the receiving end of the toy was just so damn different from being the one doing all the fucking. It was goodreally good. But even though she was ontop and Miranda was bound, she still felt strangely vulnerable.and allgirly. She needed to take back a little bit of the control that Miranda had stolen with all her fucking.
Mmmmyouve been such a naughty little girl. Did I give you permission to fuck me? Jack was still purring from her post orgasmic bliss, her eyes half-lidded as she basked in the afterglow. But soon enough, it came time to discipline Miranda for taking Jacks control away. Her left hand came to the back of Mirandas head and she grabbed her by that luxurious brown hair, forcing her head back to bare her throat. Jack leaned down, letting loose a feral growl as she bit the fading hickey she had left yesterday. She started sucking on the mark, hard. Bursting all the blood vessels she could in an effort to make sure that it would stay there in a lovely little bruise. You are mine-. You belong to me. And you are mine to fuck how I- want to. Jack growled against the porcelain flesh that now had a pretty little hickey that was her mark
She pulled away from Miranda, smiling deceptively sweetly. You know why I love this toy so much, Pet? Jack rolled her hips against her lovers. Unlike a real cock that would grow soft when spent, Miranda was still rock hard. Sure it felt a little different she supposedlighter, empty. But she knew that could quickly be remedied with another round of lovemaking. I love it because its going to stay hard so I can squeeze every last drop of cum out of you. To emphasize her point, Jack squeezed the muscles of her already achingly tight pussy, her walls clutching even tighter to the massive cock buried inside of her.
You are going to sit here. And I am going to ride you again. And if you are really such a horny little slut that you need to fuck me to get off, youre going to ask me. Nicely. Another roll of her hips was given, a small moan finding its way past her lips. This little break was all Jack needed to feel energized again. She adjusted their position a little bit, perching herself precariously in Mirandas lap, knees on her lovers thighs. While she could only take about half the toy in this position, it put her breasts even with Mirandas face. With a little tug of her head to urge her to play with her small, sensitive breasts. Jack began to ride her lovers sensitive cock once more.
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Miranda was proud of herself, relieved and satisfied personally but proud at getting Jack to climax. It was displayed on her face as well, how much she liked making Jack scream in pleasure for once, especially with her using the cock instead of Jack using it, something she could tell was special, as Jack was obviously not use to taking such a member. She had been so happy and proud of herself that she had forgotten one of the most important things, that Jack had never given her permission and she had never asked if it were okay to increase the pace. Miranda had always lived by the philosophy that was better to ask forgiveness than permission and she probably wouldn't change too much on that end but she did have an appreciation for the relationship her and Jack were developing in the bedroom. She liked being submissive to Jack, even if outside of sex she was quite headstrong and dominant. So she wanted to get into the habit of asking permission, of being even more loving and obedient than ever when they were in that mood, and for Miranda it would take some time.
However Jack made sure to remind her of what was expected, that asking permission to fuck her, even if she had cried out in pleasure during the act, was required. Of course since she was already in trouble she simply looked up and grinned, shaking her head but not looking sorry for what she had done at all. A small yelp escaped her lips when he head was yanked back however and soon it was followed by a purr when the hickey was not only refreshed but made much more present, which she would have to be careful to hide with her choker. "Yes Mistress, I understand, I am yours." She spoke to let Jack know she got the idea, and even liked it, but that she still didn't feel sorry for what she had done, even if she was going to do better the next time. A moan escaped her lips seconds later as Jack made another valid point, that no matter how long she wore it or how many times she ended up cumming, that it would never be anything but rock hard.
Jack's plan didn't really bother Miranda however, she had just received the first taste of the interesting new toy and she wasn't ready to stop. So when her Mistress began to ride her she didn't put up much of a struggle, in fact she merely smirked and relaxed in the chair to let Jack do all the work and reap the benefits of her tight little hole which was gripping ever so tightly around Miranda's hard cock. Her moans were proof of how much she enjoyed it and she made no attempts to hide her approval of the situation, purring and biting her lower lip, unable to suppress her further desire. So when Jack motioned for her to play with those lovely tits she licked her lips and eagerly went in. At first it was gentle, she took the first nipple into her mouth and mulled it about, her tongue swiping over it and swirling circles around the sensitive bud. Then she suckled and licked the entire perky length. Yet it eventually became more passionate and rough, her teeth locking and pulling the beautiful pink nub, grinding it and applying pressure to bring Jack's voice forward and torment her.
Miranda was even switching between the two lovely mounds, teasing and tormenting each time and making sure Jack felt as much pleasure and frustration she knew how to provide. She was even giving her playful looks as she suckled and nibbled, leaving marks and peering up from her position into Jack's lust filled eyes. Between several of her rougher actions she spoke, muffled slightly as the nipple was still in her mouth but it was audible. "May I fuck you now Mistress or shall I simply increase my efforts on other fronts?" She had another idea but she wasn't sure it would do much, she was hoping Jack was near the end of her wits as she wasn't sure she could hold back too much longer with the unpredictable pleasure driving her towards another peak, but also because she just wanted to pound Jack and drive her crazy. Of course as she awaited an answer she didn't give up, she was going hard at her little nipples, taking in the taste of the breasts she had so come to lust for so much. She thought they were absolutely sexy on Jack's body and the amount of sensitivity was amazing, she loved having one of Jack's weaknesses free for her mouth to exploit, and she was doing just that. Of course if her hands were freed she would be capable of so much more, she would just leave that option open for Jack, whether or not the woman wanted her at full force was up to her, she did after all hold all the power.
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Without anything within her reach to bite or muffle her moans with, every little noise Jack made was available to Mirandas ears. Her breathing came out in fast, frantic pants as though she were unable to ever get enough air into her lungs. Every little nip and lick to her sensitive nipples made her gasp or whimper. She was trembling, her nerves overloaded as her throbbing sex and her hard nubs were both stimulated at the same time. Jack was delirious with pleasure. Even though she barely ever had her breasts covered, they were still very sensitive. And no lover had ever been as talented in their attentiveness to them as Miranda was right now. Mmmmohhhfuckyes! Your tongue feels so good Pet. Jack cried, her back arching hips rocking faster. It was maddening, she couldnt manage to generate enough force on her own in this slightly awkward position to make herself cum. But she was stuck in this loop where everything felt so damn good that she didnt want it to stopJack couldnt take it anymore, she needed release.
She finally gave up riding Mirandas cock, lowering her body fully onto the toy so that their lips were even once more. Jack busied her mouth by giving her lover another bruising kiss as she reached around, hands finding the belt. Calloused hands quickly undid the clasp and she pulled at the leather, the strap soon became more than slack enough so that Miranda was free from her bindings with a little bit of wiggling.
Jack wanted to test out her Pets fucking skills. She knew from her own experience that wearing the cock was weird the first couple of timesbut since this model was so new and so realistic, Miranda should have a fairly easy time getting used to it. Still, Jack knew that developing a rhythm with a brand new extension of her body could be a little difficult. So she slowly eased herself off of Mirandas throbbing rod and climbed out of her lap. A shiver went up and then back down her spine at the feeling of emptiness. Holy fuckhow did she miss having Miranda buried inside of her already?
Jack hurriedly scrambled onto her unsteady legs, taking a few steps backwards so that she could hop up and sit down on the edge of Mirandas desk. She estimated that it would be about the perfect height so that the toy would be level with her pussy once her Pet was standing. Surely the Operative could easily figure out how to work her hips and bring Jack serious amounts of pleasure in this new position.
Come here Pet, right now. Jack ordered, pointing to the spot between her splayed thighs as Miranda struggled out of the slackened makeshift handcuffs. She sat up nice and straight while she waited, showing off her glistening tattoos and rippling muscles. Even her chest was proudly puffed out, bright pink nipples looking like hardened pebbles atop her small mounds due to all of Mirandas previous attentions. Her legs were spread wide open, offering her Pet the perfect view of the mess she had made earlier when she had cum inside of Jacks tight passage. Even in the low light, there was no mistaking the arousal that was smeared all over the Convicts inner thighs.
I want you to fuck me. I want that cock ramming inside of me until I cant take it anymore. Jacks growled, eying the toy between Mirandas legs hungrily. Her hips were already undulating slightly in the anticipation of a good, rough fuck. It was so rare that she ever wanted anything inside of her her, but right now all she could think about was how good it would feel to have Mirandas deceptively soft body ramming that rock hard rod into her.
Ever the impatient one, Jack couldnt even wait for Miranda to get out of the chair, she needed pleasure now-. Her left hand dipped down to her sopping wet folds. With her index and ring fingers, she pushed apart her engorged outer lips, revealing her light pink inner folds. The little button of her clit was so swollen that the bright pink nub peeked out from under its hood. The Convict was so hot and ready that she couldnt stand it. She started toying with her clit with her middle finger, mewling like a cat in heat in her need.
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Miranda's goal had been to get Jack to admit defeat, not out loud but by either untying her or asking for her to buck her hips upwards once again. It wasn't a power thing, she simply wanted to pleasure Jack and it wasn't something she could do without a little extra effort, without being allowed to go at it in a more furious way than the current slow riding. Miranda licked her lips as Jack reached back and began fumbling with the belt holding her wrists together, getting it off and allowing Miranda to have full use of her hands once again. It wasn't easy not to simply reach forward and grab Jack, to piston the hungry cock up into her tight sex until she unloaded inside of her once again. She only held herself back because Jack pushed herself off, which gave Miranda some ideas about what was to come, all of them tantalizing and highly desirable. Of course she didn't like being out of Jack's sex, her cock was throbbing and begging to be put back inside the hot hole it had just been deprived of, instantly seeking further pleasure.
When she was beckoned she didn't hesitate, moving over in front of Jack and looking down at her, mouth watering and cock still throbbing. "Yes Mistress, it will be my pleasure." Her voice was heavy with desire and as she moved ever closer her eyes drank up the sight, the beautiful pink pussy with her cum spilling out, her cute little clit, it was all very nice to look at. No matter how wonderful a scene it was Jack was too damn sexy to resist, her mewling was what sent Miranda over the edge, as soon as that noise escaped Jack's lips she had moved over and shoved her down, knocking various papers to the floor. "Mistress... I'm going to give you exactly what it is that you want." With a purr she adjusted her cock and then without further hesitation she shoved it inside of the younger girl, moaning out in pleasure as it sunk deep inside Jack. She was so tight and it felt amazing, Miranda knew that soon she was going to be bucking her hips wildly but for the moment she simply enjoyed the feeling, let herself sink into Jack and just sit there. She was in no rush at that very moment, though soon she would be once again.
The cock was awkward still, Miranda hadn't had a chance to get use to it, being unable to move around herself and having only worn it for a short amount of time. It wasn't the most difficult thing to get down though, Miranda's pistol was like an extension of her body, she had been trained in the ancient art of swordplay from a young age as a status symbol, and she picked up new things faster than anyone else. So as she began to move her hips it fell into place, being awkward at first and not being perfect even as it continued but her lack of experience wasn't going to hold the older biotic back, in fact it simply made her more eager than ever to achieve success in the newest endeavor. She did go slow during the beginning though, she didn't wish to get ahead of herself, she wanted to ease her way into it and do her best to make Jack want it all the more before she finally increased her efforts. Even that didn't last long, she couldn't keep herself calm and Jack wasn't exactly resistant.
When it all became too much to handle she finally began to let her instinct take over, the muscle that hid beneath Miranda's luscious and curvy body went to work. Slam after relentless slam brought her hips smashing into Jack's, her hands on the woman's knees to keep her legs spread as the cock plunged completely inside of the younger beauty over and over. Eventually it became more elegant, as with everything Miranda did an air of perfection soon arose, the cock delving inside of Jack and smashing against a point inside she had found particularly sensitive when faced with her thrusts. At the same time one of her hands went upwards, playing with the cute little breast, another hand moving and rubbing her clit, pulling and twirling it between her fingers. She even leaned forward and kissed Jack as things progressed, attacking all of the sensitive areas she could at once, looking to use her quick learning and impressive multitasking skills to make up for the lack of experience actually using the cock.
Of course it all had limits. For one Miranda was feeling it quite powerfully, she was moaning into Jack's mouth and eventually she had to stop kissing her all together, unable to breath and moan while kissing her, having to choose the first two. Then a hand fell away from Jack's body, the one playing with her breasts going down and pressing against the desk, keeping Miranda's upright so she could continue her assault on Jack's body. Eventually even the hand playing with Jack's needy clit had to be moved and she placed it on the desk as well, a hand being on either side of the younger woman. It was the perfect leverage for the near violent thrusting that came as Miranda approached another peak, her mind clouding over with lust as she stopped caring about anything else besides her own pleasure, though the brutal pounding of her cock into Jack was part of that, and it was going to be plenty for her lover as well, and if it were not she wouldn't know how to best it anyways.
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Jack just about squealed in delight at being knocked backwards onto the desk top; the metal top instantly chilling her glistening back. Brown eyes looked up at Miranda with a new hunger, she felt so vulnerable and dirty now that she was laying on her back with her legs spread wide. Even though they still held their roles of Mistress and Pet, Jack felt herself starting to tip towards feeling like Mirandas dirty little slut. It was actually surprisingly exhilarating. It was so rare that she ever got manhandled or had someone look at her, -really- look at her, the way the older biotic did. Part of her loved it; loved being reminded that Miranda was just as dangerous as she was. It was so easy to forget, what with the Operatives curvy hips, bouncing breasts and pouty lips.
Jack moaned and writhed on the desktop as soon as the toy entered her sopping wet folds. Her pussy had become even more swollen and tight in the time Mirandas cock had been separated from it. And now the pain of being penetrated was back as her Pet forced the massive toy back inside. Jack let out a little whimper of pain and discomfort, squirming slightly. She wasnt even that bothered that Miranda was going so slow to start out withJack really did need a gentle pace to start out with. Thats right Petfind your rhythm the younger woman said encouragingly after a few awkward thrusts. As much as she wanted to buck her hips and take her pleasure, she tried her best to stay more or less still as to not hinder Mirandas progress as she figured out how to work her new toy. Once the older biotic started to get things down though, Jack became less than patient with the slow pace.
Harder baby. Come on, fuck me! Jack growled. She knew that Miranda was still getting used to having a cock between her legs. but Jack felt like she was going to die if she didnt cum again within the next ten minutes. The younger woman was so wound up that her pussy was actually starting to seriously ache with wantonness. Nice and hard Pet. Fuck my pussy. Prove to me you deserve this privilege! Ohhh fuck! Yes! Good girl! With a relieved moan, Mirandas faster, more elegant thrusts took the painful edge off of lust off, winding her up tighter. The way her Pet worked the toy was so different from how she did. Jack was an animal in bed, rough and relentless, borderline violent, -claiming- Miranda as hers every time she fucked her. But Miranda was so graceful and elegant to the point where Jack was sure she was planning every move like she had in their fight earlier today. It was so differentperfect.
She had thought she had gotten used to the massive toy and was ready and eager for Miranda to really let her have it. But once the Operative let her instincts take over, Jack rapidly realized that she wasnt- used to the massive cock, not in the slightest bit. She felt like her entire lower half was being slip intwo two once more as Mirandas powerful hips began to slam into her, forcing the toy in and out of her quivering pussy. Her lover fucked her with such force that Jack was sure that her entire tattooed pelvis was going to be one giant bruise in the morning. But she didnt care. It al felt so damn good. And when the Operative began manipulating her sensitive breast and clit, Jack totally lost it. The stimulation of so many of her sensitive spots was far too much. Her arms wrapped around Miranda as the older woman caught her lips in a passionate kiss. Jack desperately clung to her, fingertips beginning to claw into her lovers back as she came, pleasure tearing through her like one of her Shockwaves. Her dull nails were sure to leave row after row of angry scratch marks all over the porcelain flesh. But rather than slow down and let Jack down easy from her high, Miranda seemed lost in her own lust. She was going to drag Jack to another orgasm!
AhhAH! YES! Jack screamed, her head snapping back, breaking their kiss and cracking against the desk, making her hiss in pain. ACK! Fuck! Son of a Chakwas probably shouldve added no extreme sex to the list of things she wasnt supposed to do while she had a concussion. Even that little bang against the desk made her feel like she couldnt tell which way was up anymore. She felt Miranda falter, probably wondering if she was hurt or not. But Jack bucked her hips up and hooked her legs around Mirandas hips, giving her a squeeze with her thighs like a rider would to their horse to urge them on. Im fine. Dont stop. Keep going. Mmmmohhhh fuck yes. Yes! YES!
Her slender back arched like a bow as she tumbled down from another peak, this one even higher than the first two. Calloused hands flew upwards and away from Miranda as she felt her biotics flare without her meaning them to. She found the edge of the desk and gripped onto it for dear life as she tumbled through another massive orgasm. So tight was her grip that her knuckles turned white and her hands began to hurt. Her entire body spasmed as wave after wave of pleasure made every nerve in her body fire off, the muscles in her thighs twitched so bad that her legs visibly shook. Jack could make no other noise than surprisingly feminine, high-pitched moans. The folds of her slick channel had stopped their gentle quivering and fluttering and were now clenching at Mirandas cock, trying to milk her Pet of every last drop of cum she had to offer.
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Jack was encouraging when Miranda started, she wanted the hard rough pounding but she also was giving Miranda space to get use to the new attachment on her body and to find a rhythm. It didn't take long and her efforts, and Jack's patience, were rewarded with loud moans and screams from both women, though Jack was particularly vocal in her approval. Her words and adorable cries filled Miranda's ears and she found herself more vicious and hungry than ever, pushing her body to its incredibly impressive limits, being very aggressive yet still holding on to a degree of grace that surely only she could keep during such passionate sex. She could feel Jack's body against her own, each kiss that touched her lips and nail that dug into her delicate flesh was like a ripple of ecstasy that sought to bolster the already extraordinary level of pleasure running through the older woman. It was truly the most exhilarating experience Miranda had experienced in quite some time outside of battle, the woman experiencing a small power trip as she continuously smashed her hips into Jack's.
The only thing that had even halted Miranda's aggressive advance was the sound of Jack in pain, her head had hit the desk and Miranda was aware of the injury the woman had suffered, as while she hadn't left her desk she had taken a peak at Chakwas' records for the day after Jack's visit. However when the younger woman told her to continue she smirked and did just that, not only continuing but she had become more intense than ever, her actions being on the verge of violent as opposed to passionate or intense, she had lost control of her body and in that moment it was only seeking pleasure, nothing else mattering. That aggression extended past even Jack's next long orgasm, it continued until Miranda finally cried out, her head tipping back and her hips slamming one last time to push the cock all the way inside Jack before releasing the hot torrent of cum. Now Miranda wasn't sure what was normal but that second time, her second climax with a cock, it lasted for what seemed like minutes, though it was truly a mere handful of seconds, and she unleashed a large thick load.
The force and duration of the orgasm seemed to calm her luckily, Miranda's body shaking after so much over exertion and she slumped down on top of Jack, her head falling next to her lover's and her breath coming out in heavy pants. "Oh god Jack... I don't think giving me this thing is a good idea." She giggled lightly, a tired sound in her voice and expression on her face as she pushed up off of Jack, looking down at her for a moment before making her way back to unsteady feet. With a disappointed groan she pulled out, the cum soaked cock plopping out of Jack's tight and most likely sore sex, the member still hard but if it were real it would be limp, tired and unable to continue to fit the rest of Miranda's body. With a few unsteady steps she moved backwards, looking at Jack from a few steps back and her eyes were drooped slightly. She could definitely use a shower after all that, though most of her wanted to simply plop down onto the bed and pass out.
Of course as tired as Miranda was after the rough dominant moment she couldn't help but think about Jack above herself, her mind wanting to know what her Mistress wanted before it decided what it was going to do. "Mistress... Did I do good?" As she asked her question, one she really already knew the answer to, she moved closer again, reaching down and pulling Jack up so that she was no longer laying on the desk but sitting upright, enough to where they were eye level, or close enough. Her face was still set in such a way that the exhaustion she felt was noticeable, an oddly beautiful and vulnerable look for Miranda, but her eyes had become attentive again, looking at Jack as she waited for an answer. Her expression was not the only thing about her appearance that was sexy, in fact she looked more wild than she ever had before, her sweat covered body glistening and her messy and matted down hair seemed almost designed to create lust from those who looked at her. Then there were all the marks, whether they be from the bindings or Jack's nails and hands, or even accidental marks from her legs nailing the desk as she pummeled Jack's pussy, it all came together to make her a visage of incredible sexiness. And all of that was Jack's, every single fiber of Miranda's being now belonged in some way to Jack, a prize any being would have loved to claim for one reason or another.
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Jack shouted and bucked wildly as she felt Mirandas arousal spill out into her clutching walls, coating every inch of her insides with her hot cum; claiming the younger biotic as hers. Jack loved the absolute rawness and primal nature of the act and she moaned with delight at being so full. Delirious with pleasure, the younger woman was a little relieved that Mirandas lusty hunger had been sated for the moment, she didnt know how much more of her lovers relentless, pistoning hips she could take anymore. Panting and sweaty, she hugged her Pet to her as she collapsed after that mind-blowing orgasm.
Holy fuckyoure right. It wasnt a good idea, it was an amazing- idea. Jack giggled in return and gave Miranda a light kiss before the older biotic pushed herself back and onto her feet. Nnnggghh She groaned, legs twitching involuntarily and eyes rolling back into her head as the thick cock slid out of her. Already she was starting to miss the heat and feeling of fullness. She could sense their mixed juices running down her thighs now that the toy had been pulled out of her. It made Jack shiver, the feeling of sweat and cum cooling on her overheated body was a very strange sensation indeed. But she couldnt do much about it, the poor younger biotic was all worn out.
For now she was content to lay there on the desk and stare up at the ceiling, legs dangling limply off the edge, body sweat soaked and cum covered. Mmmthe post-orgasmic bliss was the best part after a rough fuck. The feeling of being so completely satedit was nice. Jack was incredibly tired though. Between the sparring earlier today and then taking a rough pounding for what felt like hours, and probably had indeed- been hours, she was ready to go to sleep. But she knew she probably wouldnt be able tonot without a shower. There was so much cum smeared all over the entire lower half of her body that she knew she wouldnt be able to sleep without washing it all off.
Miranda seemed to have other plans for her it seemed, because soon Jack found herself getting yanked up which brought her out of her drowsy, post-orgasmic haze. Those brown eyes opened up, big and deceptively innocent as usual. As she looked Miranda over, she couldnt help but grin. This was her- woman, her dangerously beautiful girlfriend that was all Jacks, no one elses. Her lover that looked so very wild and sexy at the moment. Jack had very few things of her ownbut as long as she just had Miranda it didnt bother her that she didnt have a home, belongings or a true identity. She had a girlfriend that was both her Pet and her lover, and nothing else mattered.
You did magnificently my Pet. Jack smiled and pulled Miranda towards her, wrapping her legs and arms around the woman, shuddering as the very messy toy pressed up against her belly. Gah! You are such a mess Jack smirked, but she chuckled and reached down between them. She knew Miranda was absolutely spent, but that didnt keep her from gently tracing her fingers up and down the length of the toy. MmmmI think we both need showers now. Do you still want to play Mean Warden and Naughty Prisoner? Or do you want to go back to being my Miri that I will kiss and loveand maybe even wash your back if youre good.
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As exhausted as Miranda was she was strangely alert, perhaps due to her life of training to be prepared in any situation, even when she hadn't slept in days, or simply due to her love for the woman. However when she received the compliment and Jack posed an interesting question she was fully attentive and a smirk grew on her face. First off she loved being praised, even if she had already known what Jack's response would be she asked the question anyways just to receive verbal confirmation. Then there was the game she herself had suggest, naughty prisoner and mean warden. While Miranda was quite tired she was also incredibly interested in playing that little game with Jack, being unable to fight back as Jack played and got rough with her, it seemed to be her new favorite way to fuck, rough and merciless. So the suggestion, despite her bodies protest, got Miranda horny once again, mere thoughts of what she could have done to her if she said yes filling her weary mind.
With how much she really wanted to have Jack play that role, and the fact that she needed to shower anyways, Miranda's mind was made up quickly. She leaned in and kissed Jack for a brief moment before smiling and biting her lower lip. "Okay, I'm thinking Mean Warden Jack and her Naughty Prisoner Miranda while we shower and when we get back it's your Miri and my adorable Jack cuddling and going to sleep." With that decision made she reached down, taking the cock that was still incredibly sensitive and removing it from her body, a shudder escaping her lips as she laid the soaked cock on the desk behind Jack and looked down at her dripping thighs. Miranda had cum and it had been something special, but her pussy hadn't been tended to like it usually was, not as much blissful thrusting had been given and so while her body was a bit tired she was sure she could take more if Jack decided to do anything more than play with her, which was slowly gaining ground as what Miranda was hoping to happen, over nothing so she could get some rest.
After a moment Miranda looked Jack up and down and then took a deep breath. "Of course I'm wondering if we should go together or separately in case someone is still roaming the halls." Miranda wasn't sure, she was usually the only person that took random walks around the floor but people were unpredictable, not to mention she had a feeling Jack wanted more than the simple leather bindings they had just used, a spark had hit her eyes earlier when Miranda mentioned the little idea, there was devious intent. So she wasn't sure if Jack had to go get something or prepared something and if she did that would be reason enough to arrive at different times. There was also the thought that they were doing the first thing they had ever done with a real chance of being caught. Miranda couldn't lock the showers off and they would be dreadfully obvious when playing as they would be, not to mention all the marks and bruises that would be all over Miranda's body when it wasn't covered with clothing. Hell she already had to sneak around to bathe separately so people didn't see evidence of her rough sex life, if she were with Jack it would be easy for any onlooker to put two and two together.
"What do you think love? How do you think we should go about things?" Love, a nickname Miranda had never used before felt so natural with Jack, it was truly what she was to the older woman and she had been tempted to start giving Jack other cuter nicknames recently, something she would eventually try out, slowly in case she didn't like one but she would find one she and Jack both enjoyed, though love and any adjective that described beauty were fun, especially cute or adorable, they got the best reactions. "Hell we could just both run naked through the halls to the showers if you want." A smirk grew on her face, she knew that wasn't going to be the choice but the image was very entertaining, a naked Jack chasing her through the halls, nobody would believe they were awake.
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Ack! Adorableshe hated such diminutive compliments. It was worse than when Miranda called her sexy! At least sexy was something one said to adult. Adorable thoughit was one of the words that made Jack actually feel her age. It was weirdnot entirely unpleasant but justreally fucking weird. She knew she was young, but because of all her life experiences, she had never really -felt- it before. Of course she did the usual things young people did: she was reckless, thought she was invincible, drank too much, partied too hard if Shepard took them out, and she always slept with lights on if she was all alone. A little afraid of the dark like a kidnot like shed ever confess to it though. But at the end of the day, she saw her and Miranda as equals in experience, enough so that it made their difference in age just something easy to ignore. Except for nowwhen her damn girlfriend decided it was funny to call her adorable.
Loveshe liked that nickname though. It didnt make her feel allfuzzy and girly. And she showed just how much she approved of the new term of endearment by giving Miranda a soft kiss on the lips. Mmmas tempted as I am to lead you through the hallways naked, how about you go get started and Ill go see if I can get some things for us to play with from the Armory. Jack smiled and gave Miranda a tender kiss on the lips, and then a not so tender smack to the ass. She had yet to abuse the porcelain cheeks today and couldnt wait to get her hands on them in the showers.
She hopped off the desk, feeling much better now that her body had had a couple of minutes to recover. Plus the chance to expand their BDSM relationship to include a little roleplay put a spring in her step. Scenes like this always opened up new doors, and Jack was excited to explore this one with Miranda. Before she got dressed to leave, she grabbed their toy and put it in. Then she grabbed her boyshorts panties, trying her best to tuck it comfortably into the measly bit of fabric before she slid on her cargo pants and then the leather straps that hid her nipples. Fully dressed and looking very eager, Jack gave Miranda a rough kiss goodbye.
Ill be there in just a few minutes, promise, Pet. Jack grinned, licked her lower lip teasingly, and then bounded off out of her lovers office. She wasnt particularly nervous about people coming in and walking in on them. She used to take her showers around now. That had been back when she first came on board. For whatever reason, women dont like to shower with a tattooed Convict right next to them, go figure.
Once she got up to the Armory, she was relieved to find that Jacob wasnt around to ask her a bunch of stupid questions about why she needed this that or the other thing. So she was free to roam around and find things on her own. It didnt take her long before she found a pair of cuffs with a key looped around them on a piece of paracord. She put the key around her neck and shoved the cuffs into her pocket. Then she looked around for something elseshe could use a riding crop for discipline, but that didnt fit into this particular scene
Perhaps a stun baton on the lowest setting might be a little more fun. It took her a little while to find one since it was collapsible and Jack hadnt recognized it at first. But once she did, she grabbed it, flicked her wrist, extending the baton. She played with the settings a bit, putting it on the lowest one and then using it on herself. Jack jumped and almost yelped in surprise as an electrical shock went through her, making her entire hand get an electrical shot of pain before going numb. But after a couple of seconds she could feel her fingers again and could move them. Perfect!
A piece of black armor caught her eye. Dressed as she wasshe looked just like regular ol Convict Jack, that wouldnt do at all if she was supposed to be a Warden. She grabbed the light armor that was rather thin. It actually looked like a black version of Mirandas cat suit. She slipped it on, looking down at her body for a moment since she lacked a mirror. The young biotic didnt quite fill out the chest area, but Jack definitely didnt look all that bad in it, even though it was a little confining. Wellhopefully Miranda would appreciate it.
She rushed down back to the Crew Deck, she threw her previous outfit back into Mirandas room before almost running over to the bathrooms. No one was awake, she hadnt seen anyone in the hallways at all in all her moving around. This must be their lucky night! Jack slipped quietly into the bathrooms and grinned as she saw Miranda there, under there water.
Prisoner Lawson? What the fuck do you think youre doing out of your cell at this hour?! Jack growled, her jaw set in a scowl as she waited for her naughty prisoners explanation, as she menacingly tapped the stun baton against the palm of her hand.
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Adorable irritated Jack but Miranda loved that particular word when describing her beloved girlfriend, it described her perfectly. Sure anyone who didn't know Jack's true self would believe the exact opposite Miranda had learned the truth. Miranda knew how cute Jack was, her adorable expressions and odd innocence combined with her absolutely wonderful way of looking at things always had Miranda adoring the girl. They truly were an wonderful couple. Both of them seemed different than they truly were at first glance, both women putting on a front to appear tougher or more perfect than they really were and both having a side nobody else would have expected to find underneath. Not to mention how gifted they both were, Miranda more obviously so due to her upbringing and personality but Jack was equally as intelligent and certainly as naturally talented as the engineered Miranda. They even had their own respective sets of demons, Miranda had her father and the genetically engineered truth that always loomed overhead, and Jack had her unfair experiences and her obvious doubts about her own self worth. Together they were perfect where as apart they had both been vulnerable.
"Get started first?" She asked it as a question but simply shrugged when Jack made it clear she would join, besides Miranda had expected it. "You'll have to miss that moment where I first go into the water, head back and eyes closed, a shame really. Just don't keep me waiting too long." She said before they went their separate ways, Jack heading off to prepare and Miranda to grab some clothing to get her to the showers and back without being caught bare ass naked in the halls. When she was finally ready she went to the showers, Jack on her mind the entire time. Then the water hit her skin, the feeling of the hot liquid washing her clean was incredible and a sigh of relief escaped her lips, the sore muscles loosened and her exhaustion was staved off for the time being. It was a remarkable turn about just because of water but that was how things went, hot water always helped Miranda relax, almost on par with seeing Jack after a long way, though one effect was temporary while the other lasted for as long as the person was with her.
Of course the feeling of a shower was quickly overshadowed by Jack when she made her entrance, Miranda turning around with a faked look of surprise. She was in role as well and it was hard not to be with what was standing behind her. The uniform on Jack got her going, it was sexy as hell and she made a mental note to get her in more tight outfits and more leather, perhaps even get her some sort of thin lacy nightwear for the hell of it as well. That aside the current Jack was more than enough to keep her eyes occupied and her mind busy and she swallowed hard before speaking, her voice full of disdain and venom, she was a good actress after all. "What? So stupid that you can't figure out what I'm doing yourself?" She smirked, looking down at the weapon in Jack's hand, part of her unsure about how that would play in but the other part more excited and ready to experience whatever her lover and Mistress had in mind for the threatening device.
"Guess it's true, the guards really are all ignorant cunts." She muttered the words but clear enough so that Jack could hear and she soon found her feet carrying her a tad closer. "Corrupt too I heard and from what I've seen of you I wouldn't have been safe even in my cell, even in there you would have found some bullshit to levy against me in order to do what you want without proper punishment. Typical of those in power, always wanting the few things they can't have or the people who don't want them." Miranda really was a skilled actress, she had been playing a part for most of her life and so little things were nothing and she could make roleplaying a lot of fun, for both herself and Jack. Of course she was sure it would be difficult to find interesting roles, things unusual enough or scenarios one of them really wanted to do, it was hard to get above the real action and excitement of their everyday lives. Perhaps the Normandy itself wasn't terribly exciting but there was no doubt that Miranda and Jack were both part of something incredible and that made some things seem less desirable, such as stupid action movies or the idea of a boring or an average roleplay. "Oh and to answer your question Warden, I'm out of my cell to take a fucking shower." Yes, it was going to be fun, though she knew being so arrogant and rude would get her in trouble, even within a game.
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The bulge of the toy was straining against the leather uniform as brown eyes drifted over Mirandas form giving the illusion that Jack was just getting turned on by seeing her prisoners gorgeous body slick and glistening with water. Jack licked her lips hungrily. Claiming Miranda in the shower had been a fantasy of hers for as long as she had been on the Normandy. The shower had some excellent acoustics, it would surely provide a fantastic place for all of Mirandas wonderful little screams and moans to be amplified. Now that her head was clouded with the feeling of power over her prisoner, the young biotic couldnt wait to get started. But as always, Miranda wasnt going to make things easy for her. And Jack wouldnt have it any other way.
Those big brown eyes that Miranda so loved narrowed into menacing little slits, fixing the mouthy prisoner with a mean glare. Jack was not an actress by any means. She was an emotional animal and fell into her role by letting her true anger at her prisoners arrogant mouth show through. It was easy for her to get lost in her own emotionswhich was why she was so careful to guard them. Even though Jack was so good at balancing her animal nature and her humanitybalancing her raw emotions was a whole other challenge. But she was fairly confident she could rip herself out of the character she was letting herself spiral into. She loved Miranda above all else, surely the pained cry of Mercy would immediately revert her back to Jack rather than the Warden.
Her posture changed, she stood taller, squared her shoulders and looked bigger, more intimidating. Maybe it was the uniformthere was something about clothes that contain so much power. Jack knew that the black leather gave her a certain air of menacing threat, and she reveled in the feeling.
She set her jaw and growled, storming across the couple feet distance between them with stun baton in hand. She cracked the thin metal rod right over Mirandas ass, flicking her wrist so that the pain was more biting than blunt, dragging the electrical shock of the baton over the curve of her ass before pulling away. It mustve been a strange sensation, to have that initial jolt of pain, then numbness that lulled the body into a false sense of safety, then vengeful pain once more. She grabbed Miranda right by her mane of hair, fisting and holding her to make sure she didnt start to fight back now that the threat of being hurled around like a ragdoll by her hair was very real. She yanked her head back, forcing that regal neck to be bared which Jack immediately bit with an animalistic growl, pressing her front into Mirandas back.
What did you call me Lawson?! Jack hissed into the delicate flesh, her voice low and threatening because she didnt know if the showers were soundproofed like how Mirandas office was. She released Mirandas hair and now grabbed her wrist. It was one of the things she had learned in prisonthe guards were always unpredictable and quick. As soon as you got used to one form of torture, another took its place immediately to keep you on your toes.
Her calloused hand was rough and unyielding, with a grip like a vice, the warden yanked her prisoners arm behind her back, pushing upwards until the tendons in Mirandas shoulder surely screamed in protest. Now vulnerable, Jack could use the pressure on her strained arm to walk Miranda forwards, putting her near the warm stream of water but not under it, just slightly to the side. And she kept moving forward, right until those luscious breasts were pressed into the cold, tiled wall. You know I was going to be nice and just fuck you before throwing you back into your cell. I know a little slut like you must be going crazy without a cock to pound you with every night. Jack pressed her entire body up against Mirandas backside, letting her feel the bulge of the massive toy straining against her uniform.
But you have such a dirty little mouth Lawson. Now Im going to have to punish you before I fuck you. Jack hissed in her ear. She tucked the stun baton under her arm to hold it before pressing her body firmly against Miranda, forcing her into the cold tiling of the wall as she yanked her arms down, cuffing her wrists together behind her back. I think one hit for each curse should be good. Jack was quick, making adjustments, dragging Miranda through their roleplay at a breakneck pace so that she didnt have time to plan, only time to react. She relieved Miranda of the weight behind her, stepping back and to the side. Before she could run or squirm away, the baton came crashing down on her ass. One!
Jack grinned as her prisonders body stiffened. She wondered if she could get Miranda to cry out. Two! Another brutal smack, the electrical shock of the baton flared out from the intial contact point, shocking and then numbing her ass. Three! The final hit was hard, almost borderline violent as Jack spiraled deeper into her role as Warden. The marks from yesterday were almost entirely faded away. And now between the stunning electricity of the baton and the actual physical force of the rod, her entire ass was lit up in deep maroon welts with bright red electrical burns radiating from them.
On your knees, wise ass. Im going to wash out that dirty mouth of yours with my cum. SMACK! Jacks bare hand came down, lighting up the welts from the baton with even more pain.
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Miranda loved everything about Jack, including how easy her emotions were to manipulate. The older woman used that quality in the younger woman for her own means previously, making her mad to get off a topic she no longer wished to discuss, pushing her buttons to back her into a corner, work her up to win an argument or fight. It had been so easy, and it still was, but she had new purposes for her knowledge. Now she used it to get Jack turned on, she had also found it made it easier to get the closely guarded girl to open up, and in the specific instance she found herself in she was using it to get Jack into the role she was to be playing. It wasn't that difficult, Jack had the look after her visit to the armory, both in outfit and in equipment, and there was a general bad girl turned good vibe that Jack always had coming from her. Not in a way that made her seem reformed but in the way a dirty cop or military leader had, someone with both authority, or a cause, and the willingness to do what it took.
That presence was merely elevated as Jack made a quick and decisive move, smacking Miranda's ass with the stun baton she had seen previously, something she had been curious about. She was tempted to yelp out but kept it to herself, instead she stayed in character and growled angrily before her hair was used to yank her head back and teeth bore in to her neck. It didn't draw blood but the bite had proved dominance in a way only animals and predators understood. Miranda got the message, it didn't cause her knees to go weak but she was wise enough to get the meaning. "Fucking bitch." She muttered, trying to yank her gorgeous mane of hair away from Jack with no luck, her eyes narrowing as she looked back as best she could. "That the best you got whore?" She soon found out that it wasn't the case, her arm bent in an unnatural way and sending a shock of pain through her, not horrible but enough to cause her to think twice about really fucking with Jack, though her adrenaline was currently at peak capacity.
"Going to have to do better than that bitch." Her goading was believable, though anyone really paying attention could notice the excitement that contradicted the hatred Miranda was trying to portray as the naughty, and quite horny, prisoner. The roleplay was hitting on some major turn-on's for Miranda, especially as she was shoved up against the cold wall, her nipples hardening more than they already were and her tongue running over her plump pouty lips. "Like I'd want your cock." She struggled to say the words even in the roleplay but it was difficult to hide her true feelings as the bulging cock was pressed up against her backside, a breath being caught as she resisted her desires to turn around and drop to her knees. Both her and Jack knew it, hell the damn roleplay was designed for her to be a naughty prisoner in the first place, she just didn't want to be naughty for this Warden, it would be fun to deny only her. Of course it was just a story but the one concocted in her head was one of disdain between them.
When the punishment was decided though she changed her expression dramatically, the cocky and amused grin on her face shifting to something much more aware of her position. Then it came, the first strike with the baton and she grit her teeth, snarling but not screaming despite her desire to. "That all you have bitch?" She stayed in character despite the punishment, taking hit after hit and even an extra one from the curse she had just spat out. By the time it was over her ass hurt immensely but she had managed to stave off the feelings and keep herself from screaming, though the pain could be seen regardless of her efforts. "My knees? You have to be kidding me, I think perhaps instead of expecting me to do a damn thing you should go on back to your office..." She leaned in much closer, ignoring the smack of her bare hand with little more than a grunt of pain, and whispering slowly. "And... Go... Fuck... Yourself." She leaned back with a satisfied grin, playing the tough prisoner suited Miranda. She was already much more durable than people would believe at first glance, she had a bit of an attitude, and for the most part she was a pain in the ass when confronted. The real Jack was exempt from that side of Miranda, she hadn't been for a long time but she was currently in a very good spot with her older lover. The role Jack was playing however was not.
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"Go fuck myself?!" Jack snarled. Her prisoner was -really- starting to push her buttons. Lawson's bravado was infuriating and Jack wasn't going to take the arrogance in her voice for any minute longer. She stepped back far enough so she could flip Lawson around to look at her. Any traces of Jack were barely there anymore; instead there was a very pissed off, shaved headed Warden glaring at her stupid bitch of a prisoner. A calloused, strong hand shot up, grasping Lawson by the throat much like how she had when they had been sparring earlier that dayexcept now it applied pressure and forced Lawson to meet her brown eyes that were burning with how furious she was. "You stupid little slut." The young biotic hissed threateningly, snarling, baring her teeth like an animal. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she tried to fight the urge to squeeze, to smear her prisoner against the wall.
Mirandathis is Mirandashe doesn't mean itit's just a character
The thought flickered in her mind and she loosened her grip that had slowly been tightening around her lover's throat. Fucking Mirandashe was going to get herself killed with her acting. Jack's eyes flickered for just a moment, the urge to drop the scene weighing down on her. But then she noticed Miranda's nipples and how hard they had gotten from pressing them to the cold tiles. Then her eyes dropped lowerand there, right between her legs, was her lover's arousal smeared all over her sex from their moving around. Between the scent that Jack knew so well and the way it clung to her body rather than forming droplets like water would, Jack was fairly certain that Miranda had been getting turned on by the rough treatment, though perhaps the younger woman trying to choke her had gone a little too far. So she switched gears and tried to work a new plan of attack to get her prisoner right where she wanted her.
"Oh you don't want my cock huh?" Jack ran the stun baton down Miranda's front with her one hand, while the other kept a light hold of her neck to keep her from wriggling around too much and running away. The baton sent crackling electricity down her sternum, down the soft flesh of her stomach and finally down her mound. She swirled it, letting the slightly unpleasant electrical shock force the nerves of her pussy to hit a hypersensitive state. She raised the baton between their faces, smirking as it glistened with Miranda's arousal. "What is this? Doesn't look like shower water to me Lawson." Jack flicked off the baton before she stuck her tongue out, slowly running it up the length of the tip. She shivered at the taste of Miranda's arousal, it always got her going like nothing else did. "Doesn't taste like water either."
Jack smirked and tucked her baton under her arm and released the grasp on her throat. With Miranda bound with biotic suppressing handcuffs, she wasn't particularly worried about her prisoner escaping or getting too uppity. She used her now free hands to work the zipper of her uniform, drawing it downwards to her hips, giving glimpses of the tattoos and muscles that hid underneath it. Even though the uniform was now growing moist with the steam and spray from the shower, Jack didn't want to take it off. It helped hide the tattoos that were so characteristically her own. As the zipper finally stopped at her hips, the cock that had been so desperately straining against the material sprang out, bobbing proudly between Jack's legs.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't even stand. Then I'm going to fuck that smart ass mouth of yours when you finally get to your knees." The younger woman growled, taking hold of the stiff toy and running the bulbous head against Miranda's dripping slit. "You can't hide what a slut you are from me LawsonI know you want this. When was the last time someone fucked you? -Really- fucked you?" And while Miranda thought about the answer to that question, Jack slammed the entire length of the throbbing cock into her, groaning as her prisoner's slick heat enveloped the sensitive member.
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Jack's anger had an authenticity to it that didn't scare Miranda but had her cautious. She was already pushing it, pissing her off beyond what seemed smart when the younger girl had such a difficult job holding back her emotions. However she couldn't stop, not only was she enjoying it too much but she was also in character and had become carried away herself. It was difficult to maintain that thinking when she found her throat at Jack's mercy, the pressure proof that she wasn't entirely safe. Ultimately though Miranda trusted her lover, the woman loved her and the feelings were mutual so she knew Jack wouldn't hurt her. So she smirked, looking down at Jack and watching as her mind worked until finally the grip loosened, though she wasn't released which was just the way she wanted it. In fact she was a bit more excited than ever, choking not getting her excited but having Jack demonstrate so much power, get so passionate, it was definitely something Miranda found herself enjoying.
Miranda soon found out what Jack was going to do if not severely punish her, that was running the stun baton trailed down her beautiful chest body and to her sex. It was an odd feeling, the electric shock hurt but at the same time it caused some incredible arousal that was present on the same baton when it was lifted in front of her face. She swallowed hard as Jack called her bluff and went as far as to taste her arousal from the baton, an action that was much sexier than she had believed it would be. "That's right, I don't want your pathetic cock." She paused and then smirked, looking right into Jack's eyes as she spoke again. "As for that, I was masturbating before you got in here, playing with myself while thinking about that tasty guard I plowed the other night, you know, the cute Asari, she seems to have a little crush on me and it made things so easy..." Miranda was certainly enjoying the roleplay, it was fun to let go of the real life problems for some random bullshit problems and experiences that wouldn't allow her to think about anything else but the now.
As the zipper began moving downwards Miranda swallowed hard, her eyes began to show the lust and desire, she even managed to slip in a bit of surprise for the sake of the act. "I always pegged you for a no good piece of shit... Just like the inmates you guard... Those tattoos are just more proof." She smirked, though the look didn't carry as much weight as it had previously. Miranda was turned on, her true self and the self she was trying to play as an inmate, both liked what they saw. So when she was promised such a thorough fuck she didn't have much to say, not that it mattered because Jack seemed to see right through her now, the uncontrollable arousal too difficult to hide. It really was impossible for her to deny the allure of being fucked by that large cock, Jack's powerful hips thrusting the member inside of her over and over. The thought made her become so ready, and so when the entire length was shoved inside of her she couldn't hold back the moan.
She fought back though, trying to stay in character and moved from moaning to snarling. "Think this means I like it? Well guess again, sex is about more than a thick cock and powerful thrust... Attraction... Is needed." Unconvincing was about the only way to describe Miranda's voice, the layer of pleasure hiding behind her words and the inability to hide the bit already on the surface gave her no credibility. In fact it was more amusing that convincing and she knew Jack would notice, a fact she couldn't do a damn thing about as she looked upon the woman. Yes, Jack had always turned her on in terms of appearance, she was a damn sexy woman and could be cute at times as well. Yet in front of her right now was an even sexier woman than usual, the authority and uniform adding enough sex appeal to have Miranda's practically drooling, her eyes drinking in the sight and her tongue tracing across her lips. "Fuck... Oh Shit..." She grit her teeth and tried to stop her mutterings, keep herself from moaning. Jack may have had the upper hand but she wasn't going to give in.
The question was what could she do, the powerful movements Jack could do were difficult to compete with on a regular basis, more so when she was handcuffed, already quite tired, and supposed to be the prisoner in the first place. She didn't want to just let it happen though, that wouldn't make sense in context with the roleplay. So she did the only thing she could do at that moment, she taunted, pushed buttons. "Is this all you have? Quite laughable really..." Her voice still wasn't too confident or convincing but her words were going to sting. "I guess being so young makes you shit in bed... Not that it matters, since you rape your partners... It isn't like you being good matters." A single moan escaped her lips and she quickly bit down to stop it from happening again, her eyes looking into Jack's before she slowly spoke, taunting the woman. "Try. Harder. Bitch." It was a struggle to not moan but even more so to speak and not moan, it took all of Miranda's willpower to keep up her act, she just hoped it got a rise out of Jack.
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The younger woman cringed at the word rape and her thrusting hips faltered. It stayed in her mind, rang in her ears, and Jack froze up. The word definitely got a rise out of herbut it was probably not the one Miranda was hoping for. Her brain tried to fight for control of the scene, but her heart ached so bad that she couldnt focus on anything other than how much her words had hurt. While Jack never raped a partner before coming aboard the Normandyshe had indeed raped Miranda after their massive fight upon coming back from Pragia. Up until then, both women had just been sort of burying the awkwardness of talking about italmost pretending it had never happened in the first place. Jack had defended it in her mind as a necessary evil in order to deal with Mirandas arrogant and cold personalityto let the passionate animal that the Operative buried under that calculating exterior escape its prison. But now all the defending in the world couldnt stop her from really doubting her actions at that moment.
Jack grasped at threads of control, trying to hold onto the character of the Warden, to use the authority and power of the role to help shield her from the sting. Nothing Miranda had said had been true up until that point. Jack was a confident lover, she had had no doubt that Miranda wanted this and no doubt that her girlfriend truly cared about her. But the harsh lashing that came with the word rape changed all that. A surge of guilt rose up, drowning the character of the Warden and leaving nothing but a very vulnerable and unsure of herself Jack in its place. She had- raped Miranda the first time they had ever had sex. And that one bit of truth made Jack start to question every other thing that her lover said. Was she really bad in bed? Did Miranda really think she had raped her other partners before? Did the Operative just have sex with her because she was afraid of what would happen if she denied Jack? She had been so close to choking her earliercould she ever be so monstrous as to actually do it?
Mercy It was Mirandas safe word and she knew the older biotic would recognize it. Jack managed to get the word out in one shaky breath before her head ducked down, unwilling to stare into Mirandas eyes any longer. Brown orbs squeezed shut, trying to keep the tears from falling as she mentally stripped herself down to nothing as her own personal form of punishment. She was a failed experiment. She was a rapist. She was no better than all the people who had fucked her over throughout her life. Miranda had been rightshe really was a mistake. Who could ever love a deranged Convict that was little more than an animal? A useless animal that was unable to control herself or her emotions.
Emotions fucking suck. And right now Jack was a mess of them. Angry at herself for losing the scene that Miranda had wanted to play for fun, scared that maybe everything her lover had said had been true, upset and embarrassed that she was now crying like a childit was everything she could do to keep from crumpling to the floor or running out the door. Mercy she whispered, softer this time, as though talking to herself. Her shoulders began to shake as she tried to keep from sobbing outright.
Im s-sorryIm so sorry M-Miranda. I didnt mean to- Our first time- I-I-. Her words came out in heavy, shuddering breaths with choked back sobs. Jacks entire body tensed up as she fought the urge to just turn tail and run. But she loved Mirandaeven when her first instinct to run away from her emotions, she found herself cemented in place because this was where her lover was.
Im sorrypleaseforgive me I n-never meant to-I just- You were so coldand I didntI didnt know what else to do
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Miranda had been keeping close tabs on Jack's development, waiting to see what she had in store next. So when she stopped in her tracks Miranda immediately became concerned, watching closely to see what had caused Jack to stay her hand. She didn't break her character immediately, she watched, paid attention. It wasn't so easy to turn her off so without anything happening she continued to stand there, her body still Jack's, her mind still in the roleplay, her eyes still hungry for more of what was being slammed into her. That all changed when she noticed the look on Jack's face, the way her eyes squeezed shut to stop tears and how her body began to shake due to whatever was going on in her head. Before Miranda could do or say anything Jack said the safe word, 'mercy'. It was not expected and it definitely meant something was seriously wrong, but what that was Miranda didn't know, she had been so caught up in her character and the thrill of it all that she hadn't been that aware.
It wasn't until Jack's heavy voice explained everything that her heart sunk. She didn't want Jack to feel bad and it was obvious that the girl was devastated, the word rape being more than enough to hurt her by bringing up the initial encounter between the two. Miranda didn't condone what had happened, in fact while she had pushed it away she still had mixed feelings about being raped, even if it had felt good and led to something real. It was mostly pride, she was not the type of woman who liked to give up control, especially not be forced to, or at least she hadn't been. Now she wanted to give herself to Jack but the first time, well she hadn't. That being said she wasn't angry, her mixed feelings were more about how it had all happened than anything else and no matter what answer she eventually came to she wouldn't blame Jack more than she blamed herself, she had pushed and been brutal to the younger girl, all the time knowing Jack was fragile even if she hadn't known the extent.
Instead of saying all that Miranda merely moved and grabbed Jack up in her arms, her wet body pressing into Jack's, her arms wrapping around the younger girl and squeezing her as tightly as she could without it being uncomfortable. "Shhh... Shhh..." She brought Jack's head down to her shoulder and kissed the side of her head, a soft voice coming from her lips as she tried to comfort the girl. "I know your sorry, I know you didn't mean to. I had been more cruel to you that day than you had to me even with the forced encounter... An encounter that only started non-consensual by the way, it ended much more consensual." She paused, taking a deep breath and then lifting Jack's head so that her eyes met those beautiful brown eyes. "Jack... Don't worry about what has happened in the past, it may not have been long ago but I am not thinking about that, I don't want to dwell on it. Besides, it brought me together with you, an unintended cause but wonderful results... I'm happy and I want you to be."
Miranda leaned in after that, several kisses being placed on Jack's head, moving down and kissing her eyes, licking away whatever tears were threatening to fall, and then down to her lips. Miranda was being so soft and gentle, showing that side of herself that wasn't normally showed once again. To most people she always remained cocky and arrogant, cold and harsh. With Jack there was the sweet and loving side, a side of her that was always there even if it was hidden and a side she was more than happy to share with Jack. In fact it was solely for Jack as far as people aboard the ship went, nobody else received the treatment and affection she poured over the younger biotic. "So please don't feel bad... And if you think you have to make it up to me how about simply letting me snuggle against you for the rest of your life." The words were not exactly planned but they slipped out naturally and felt natural. It wasn't a proposal but it was certainly a huge hint at her true feelings, how much she cared for Jack and how completely serious she was about their relationship. Certainly not words of someone coerced into a relationship, though nobody coerced Miranda Lawson to begin with.
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You make me happy Mirandaand Im gladI justI dunnoIm still sorry. Im not sorry that were together, but Im still sorry I did that. I dont want you to think Im violent all the time Even though Jack did like people to know that she was a violent threat and not someone to fuck around with, Miranda was one of the few people she felt comfortable enough with to show other sides of herself. She wanted Miranda to know that she was more than just an animal. "I just love you so much Miranda and I want you to feel safe with me." Even though she tried her hardest to hide her internal thoughts or emotions and just give off an air of rage and violence, Jack wanted Miranda to know that she was more than what a bunch of bad events in a persons life looked like. Jack had parts of herself that were just-her- and not her experiences: she was loyal, loved fiercely, showed respect to the dead by giving them some sort of tattoo on her body, liked to readand was more sensitive than shed like to admit.
With a soft, happy sigh, Jacks breathing began to return to normal as Miranda kissed her eyes and licked away her tears. The feeling of her lover's soft curves pressed against her more wiry form helped to sooth her aching heart and fragile emotional state. While the younger biotic was very attracted to Mirandas power, looks and self confidence that bordered on arroganceshe loved this side of the older biotic more: the side that was sweet and gentle and made Jack feel safe and like she belonged somewhere. Her heart swelled when Miranda talked about snuggling with her for the rest of her life. And while their lives might be cut short due to Shepards suicide mission; the sentiment that if they made it through and would still have each other made Jack feel much, much better as them as a couple. Miranda -wanted- to be with her...so much so that she was willing to say something so tender.
Alrightbut only if you promise to be the big spoon when I snuggle you back Jack couldnt help but chuckle at herself, which came out slightly sputtered from crying. It was so silly to her that she liked to be the little spoon for a woman who looked so obviously very feminine. She suddenly realized that she herself must look like a mess! She had never cried infront of anyone before. Jack tried to move her head away from Mirandas grasp as the Operative had lightly forced her before to meet her eyes. Aw c-come ondont look at meI look like a mess right now. The younger woman sniffled. Puffy eyed, cheeks flushed, and nose slightly running, Jack didnt want anyone to see her right nownot even Miranda. It was embarrassing.
No more Wardenat least not tonight. Just Jack and Miranda, okay? Promise we can roleplay another timeI justI cant right now. The younger biotic nuzzled against Mirandas neck gently as she began to strip out of the black leather uniform. She couldnt build herself back up to the mindset of a true Dommeat least not right now; not with the pain still fresh. Besidesthe feeling of vulnerability and sadness that came with doubting their love made Jack crave something slower, more intimate. She had the urge to actually make love to Mirandanot to just roughly claim her as they both so enjoyed.
Jack was still buried deep inside of her lover and the younger woman had no intention of removing the toy. She liked the more intimate nature of them being joined at the pelvis anywaysit was why she had bought the toy in the first place. They didn't have to take turns and they could enjoy the feeling of one another at the same time. Jack wriggled just a little bit in order to get out of the uniform over the curve of her hips and kick it off to the side, gasping and shivering as all the little movements caused her to thrust into Mirandas slick heat. Even that small bit of friction seemed to reawaken Jacks desire to please the woman in her arms.
Lets do something slow tonight Here, let me hold you. Youre not heavy at all. Always loving to show off her strength, she picked Miranda up, urging her lover to wrap her legs around her hips as Jack brought them both under the warm, relaxing stream of water. After rinsing off whatever tears Miranda hadnt caught, Jack felt much better and leaned in to give her girlfriend a slow, languid kiss. The younger woman hummed happily, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she slid her tongue out to work its way past Mirandas lips where it gently caressed and explored her lovers mouth.
I love you Jack smiled a bit as she pulled away to catch her breath. Her strong, calloused hands grasping onto Mirandas firm rear so she could relax while Jack held her whole weight under the showerhead and began to rock her hips in an unhurried thrusting motion.
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Miranda liked the way Jack looked, she was beautiful and seeing the honest reaction was really more adorable than anything else. It was really one of those rare moments where the real Jack came out, which was not only rare but something Miranda enjoyed seeing quite a bit. In fact she found herself smiling wide as Jack sniffled and tried to hide her face, something Miranda allowed but not until getting a nice mental image of the vulnerable young girl. Not that she would have chosen to make her cry but it was the kind of sight she did rather enjoy, her lover in tears, it pushed at a certain sadistic side of her that was recessive but still there, ingrained by her upbringing. However she preferred being the one controlled and to have Jack take the lead, as odd as that was for a woman who was older than her partner. There were more important things than thinking about how much she liked Jack's tear stained face, there was the woman right in front of her, the one that had said something Miranda loved to hear, that she was going to be the bigger spoon every night.
"Gladly, I will hold you so very close my little spoon... So very close." She smiled again and took a deep breath. "Understood, I don't mind putting our roleplay on hold, it's the real you I'm in love with anyways." She giggled and kissed Jack on the head, she did love the girl and her kinky side could give way to her emotionally connected side, in fact she cared much more about the relationship than the sex, as much as their relationship seemed to revolved around the incredible sex. It was interesting really, she had been so use to jumping Jack's bones every time they got together, that was something she was going to try and chance, perhaps a good start would be the date they went on, the one where Jack would be wearing a nice little dress and she would be in a suit. "That being said I will still be playing the loving girlfriend." She joked, that was always her role, save when she had to pretend to hate the girl outside of their privacy.
The role of girlfriend came with benefits of its own, soon she found Jack lifting her up and holding her, the smaller girl easier holding her up. She couldn't help but like the feeling and she immediately wrapped her arms and legs around the younger biotic. "Now why did I have a feeling this wasn't over." Miranda leaned in and kissed Jack, moaning gently as she felt Jack moving up inside of her, it felt amazing and while the slow pace was a bit maddening she did appreciate the intimate nature of it all, something they hadn't had much of in their relationship. "I love you too babe..." She leaned her head back and moaned, the water running over her body a pleasant addition. "Shit..." She breathed a slow steady heavy breath, her head coming back and her face nearing Jack's again, a wild look as her wet hair mattered all over her head and a few strings in her face. "Know this beautiful... You're one hell of a woman..." She kissed Jack again, her tongue moving into those soft lips and letting the thrusting motion begin to send waves of pleasure through her body.
Nothing was ever easy though, as soon as Miranda believed things to be settled, that they were going to have some fun, she heard a sound she had been listening for but one she hadn't truly expected. The door to the shower was opening. The kiss she was sharing with Jack was cut short and Miranda's eyes went wide as she saw a familiar figure staring from the doorway right at her and Jack, a smirking Shepard looking right at them. "Well... This... This is unexpected." She didn't sound displeased, in fact she sounded giddy and she even took a few steps forward. "Jack and Miranda... Now that is really something, Jack, I knew you had found a lover but I hadn't thought it would be someone from the ship... Especially not her..." Shepard took a good long look at the two of them, Miranda's grip on Jack loosened and her feet hit the floor, her arms still wrapped around Jack but she was looking right at Shepard. Miranda's heart was beating incredibly fast, the chance of being caught was part of the thrill but being caught was different, what they had been keeping secret had been found out and by Shepard of all people.
Shepard had noticed the cock, how it was buried in Miranda and she seemed rather intrigued by the relationship she was seeing, not really because they were having sex, they were oddly well matched beneath it all and she was probably one of the only people who could see that. What Shepard hadn't counted on was how Jack appeared to be the dominant one. Sure she was a tough girl, aggressive and certainly assertive but she was soft on the inside and Miranda was such a manipulative and dominant woman, independent and strong. It didn't matter, she was intrigued none the less and she had to tease them, especially on seeing the look on Miranda's face. "I was wondering what had gotten in to the two of you lately. I wonder what all of the other people on the Normandy would think, Jack and Miranda... That is like a celebrity couple." She laughed but then stopped, looking over the two of them again and then taking a deep breath, "But I shall not say a thing... Well, get back to it." Shepard had only wandered in because she heard the shower going, and she was glad she did, though she quickly left them to their fun, it would be the days to follow that she really got to mess with them, odd glances, small little phrases to put them on edge, it would be a blast.
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Jack was so focused holding Miranda, kissing her and trying to please her that she didnt even notice that there was something wrong until her lovers entire body tensed up. But it wasnt the same way she tensed like if she were to have an orgasmwhat the hell? And then she heard it, the sound of a voice behind her. Jack froze up mid-thrust. Shit, someone was here. Should she kill them? If she murdered someone Shepard would surely space her, but it would be worth it. It would keep any witnesses from ratting out Miranda to the Illusive Man who would surely do more horrible things to Miranda than Shepard could ever do to Jack. She looked over her shoulder to see who it was. Fuck
The young biotic turned absolutely scarlet when she saw that it was Shepard herself. The blush lighting up her cheeks and ears, coming down even so far as to her tattooed chest. She wasnt embarrassed of being naked, nor was she ashamed of having Miranda as a lover. But the fact that Shepard knewand that Shepard would definitely mercilessly tease her for being a great big softie was humiliating. Jack liked to be seen as tough and a lone wolf. Having Miranda so intimately connected to her in a slow and sensual lovemaking session was definitely turning that whole image she had created for herself upside down.
You better not say a damn thing Jack growled, trying to position herself that she sort of shielded Miranda from Shepards view. The possessive part of herself broke through. While she knew she had nothing to worry as far as the Commander stealing Miranda away from her went, she saw the view of her lovers perfect, naked body as something that belonged to her and her alone. So she tried to cover Miranda with her arms and her smaller form, shielding her protectively from Shepard until the other woman finally left.
Goddamnit. Grrrr.fucking Shepard. We are having sex in this fucking shower even if it kills us! Jack barked before turning her attention back to Miranda. The sight of her wet and glistening was maddening. Twice now Jack had been denied relief during one of the secret fantasies she had had of Miranda for a good month before they had ever been datingand now the animal inside of her was begging to be let out again to act upon that fantasy. Jack surged forward, pinning Miranda back into the cold tiled wall and capturing her lips as she roughly plunged the cock back into her slick channel. At least she had the presence of mind to reach up overhead and adjust the showerhead so that the water kept spraying down ontop of them.
Nowwhere were we Jack grasped onto the backs of Mirandas thighs, urging her to wrap her legs around the younger womans thin waist. Once she was securely holding onto Jack once more, the Convicts hands came to her hips to help keep Miranda pinned against the wall as she rammed her cock into her. Oh fuck Jack groaned, panting as the cock twitched and pulsed every time Miranda's folds fluttered and clenched around her. It looked like they were going to have to wait for another night to continue their soft lovemaking. Being on a crowded ship that was incredibly stressful didnt really lend itself to anything other than the rough, animal fucking that could so easily let them forget about the days problems.
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Shepard leaving was a good thing, Jack didn't take well to the woman being in the showers with them. In fact Jack's voice was quite possessive and Miranda had noticed the younger girl protecting her body as best she could from Shepard's view. It was truly adorable, it made Miranda happy to know Jack coveted her body and wanted it for herself. Yet Shepard had seen her nude before, the showers weren't sectioned off and they were both women. Not that Shepard bathed outside of her quarters often but it had happened several times over the course of their shared time on the Normandy. However she knew telling that to Jack would accomplish nothing, not while she was acting like a protective lover and not her usual self. It was a decent look for her, that of the protective one, but it wasn't exactly something that did anything but support what Shepard had seen. Not that it mattered at that point, the Commander knew and while she didn't see the woman telling others it didn't mean that the scene wouldn't cause some sort of future problems.
Jack further insisted Shepard keep her mouth shut however, growling at Shepard to not say a thing and making it clear that it was to stay private, even though Shepard was sure to poke fun at the both of them. It wouldn't be difficult, Jack was acting protective and loving, Miranda was being vulnerable and a bit protective herself, her arms wrapping around Jack tightly and near the end her eyes focused and the look was threatening, making it clear she wouldn't appreciate the news spreading. It wasn't because of others finding out, though the Illusive Man being in the dark would be for the best. It was really about making sure Jack didn't get any site. Most people would be more curious about how Jack got her than anything else, how the younger woman had 'forced' Miranda to do as she said. Nobody would assume that it was consensual and there wasn't blackmail or something else keeping Miranda in line. So she wanted to avoid her lover having to go through any of the annoyance that would come with people knowing. She wanted for them to just enjoy it.
Shepard left though, the woman seeming to get the picture of the secret, and that she was now a part of it but not a party that was suppose to spread the information to anyone else. Jack seemed upset even after the woman left but she seemed more interested in continuing where they left off than she was angry. That being said she wasn't about to go gentle and sweet again, not as aggressive but a fire had been lit underneath the younger lover. Miranda didn't mind, she liked the slow and almost unbearable pace but she definitely liked faster as well. So she looked at Jack with a smile and wrapped her legs back around the woman. "Not that I'm really okay with Shepard knowing but I'm glad to see you aren't too upset." Miranda herself didn't want anyone to know for obvious reasons, it put them both in danger, but Shepard wouldn't be telling anyone, the woman liked to tease the two of them for their rather difficult personalities but she was a good woman and one who knew the risks of letting the relationship become common knowledge.
However Miranda was less upset by someone discovering than she had thought she would be. In fact she was kind of relieved that someone knew about them, like it was finally official and not some dirty little secret that only the two of them knew about. "Shit... You really know how to get a girl going..." Miranda's breath was heavy and she started panting immediately, she had needed it as she hadn't finished during their roleplay and the slow fucking had only got her horny, it didn't bring satisfaction. "Come on Love... Harder..." She moaned, Miranda wanted it hard if that was the route they were going, she needed what she had grown use to, that almost violent bestial fucking that Jack dished out when she got going. It wasn't exactly normal, she had been with others before and none of them had delivered such powerful thrusts or animal lust, and they were men, Jack was just a special breed of power and pleasure that Miranda had become addicted to. So if she was going to give it to the older woman she needed to live up to the expectations she had formed. It wasn't going to be easy to please the 'Cerberus Cheerleader' and Shepard showing up didn't lower those expectations one bit.
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What a needy little girl you can be. Jack growled, a soft, predatorial sound though still pretty playful. If Miranda wanted it rough, she was going to get it that way. The young biotic started slamming her hips roughly into her lovers, trying to get the older woman to cry out in ecstasy in that sexy accent that Jack always loved to hear. Her hands fell away from her Mirandas curvy hips and landed on the perfect mounds of her ass; calloused fingers latched onto bruised flesh, gripping and holding Miranda tightly. She shifted her up higher as though she weighed nothing, allowing her to bounce and ride the toy while Jack kept thrusting upwards into her tight sex as quickly as she could to bring them both some much needed relief.
Now a little higher, Jack was free to lean down and start tormenting those breasts she so loved. She caught a bright pink, straining nipple between her pouty lips. Her teeth lightly grazed along the poor nub before her tongue slithered out, quickly flicking and torturing it while Jack sucked on it. Brown eyes drifted upwards to watch Miranda. So often she ended up bending the Operative over something in order to have her way with her. And while Jack had a lot of fun doing so, she still loved to see those piercing blue eyes when they were glazed over with lust.
Oh fuckhow are you still so tight. Jack finally panted against her breasts, forcing her throbbing member as deep as she could. She loved the way Mirandas walls clenched around her, the way they fluttered and tried to milk the fake cock that was very much Jacks. Come on Miricum for your girl. Always loving a little bit of dirty talk and since their roleplay had been interrupted, Jack decided maybe shed fill Mirandas head with a different fantasy. They had just been caught by Shepard, though not in as nearly a compromising position as they were now. How would Miranda feel to be paraded around like her Pet and then fucked raw infront of a crowd of total strangers?
You really want to go to a Bondage Club sometime, dont you my Miri? Jack grinned as she looked up at her gilfriend, ramming her cock into Mirandas slick heat and groaning loudly. Just the thought of claiming a leashed and collared Miranda at a Bondage Club made her blood boil. They had to be so hidden about their relationship all the time. It was a little relief that there was at least one person they didnt have to hide from anymore. Maybe it would be an even bigger relief to have many people, even if they were strangers, see them in the act. I bet youd want me to fuck you just like this: nice and hard infront of total strangers, just how my kinky little girl loves it.
Jack moaned a little louder now, the fantasy wound her up even tighter. The thought of her being affectionate with Miranda and showing off how much her girlfriend trusted her to be her Master was making her cock pulse even harder. The toy felt so realit was almost painfully full and ready to release inside of Miranda. But Jack was holding back, wanting to at least finish describing the fantasy to Miranda before she came. Then everyone will know that my shameless little slut likes her pussy pounded with my big cock.
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"Needy? Don't act like you weren't the one who made me this way." She sounded more playful than anything an a quick kiss to Jack's lips expressed just how okay with her new desires that she was. "Now, give me what I want." Needy yes, but she was also becoming a tad demanding, she wanted to get more attention from the beauty who had her hoisted off the ground. Of course that definitely came with a price, soon enough she had calloused hands gripping her bruised ass and it was a mix of pain and pleasure that prepared her for what was to come, more of the hard fucking that always satisfied. Thew new position was interesting however, being lifted so easily was letting that cock get quite deep inside of her and each bounce sent shots of pleasure throughout her body. Cries began to escape and she tossed her arms around Jack's shoulders, her head tipping back and her entire body was opened up and available for Jack's use. She wanted more and she was bounced up and down that familiar feeling of pleasure began to swell inside of her once more.
Her breasts were the next parts of her to be tormented by her lover, though torment really meant pleasured. She moaned louder, her nipples responding favorably to the stimulation, stiffening and bringing further moans from her lovely lips. "Shit..." She moaned again as her arms wrapped around Jack tighter, pushing her sizable bosom into her lover's face. "You want to know how I'm still so tight... I heal incredibly fast, so as a byproduct my body tightens back up fast... Same reason I'm going to look young for so long and live longer." She wasn't bragging but it was the truth, genetic superiority truly gave her bonuses in every aspect and it was going to keep her beautiful and essentially young for a very long time. It was simply proof that her beauty had a reason, her tight body bolstering the natural beauty. Even if she hadn't been naturally beautiful she would have been rather good looking. Jack was getting it all now that they were lover's, she owned Miranda.
Despite Miranda's moans and cries she was holding out quite well against the onslaught of her lover's cock, no doubt it felt amazing but she was doing her best to last longer, to push Jack as well. However, when the idea of the Bondage Club was brought up again her concentration faltered and she found herself quickly approach the climax, cumming at the mere mention of the taboo place. That alone spoke volumes to how much she wanted to do something so kinky, to be owned and paraded around by her beautiful companion and owned like the horny bitch they both knew she was in front of other people. Shepard finding out hadn't been bad so the idea of strangers seeing her didn't bother her nearly as much, though she would probably still wear a disguise of some sort, as if even a hint that Miranda was Jack's bitch got to The Illusive man it would mean trouble for herself and even more so for the woman she loved so much.
When her orgasm finally came to a halt, which had taken quite some time, she looked at Jack with an adorable expression on her face, a slight blush and her teeth biting down on her lower lip. "You know I love you... I love when you fuck me... And if it weren't for outside factors I would let the universe know... So until I can do that the club will be an interesting way to make it known how much of a little slut I am for my love." She smiled after that and leaned in, kissing Jack and then moving her lips to the girl's ear, nibbling on the lobe and whispering gently. "I love you Jack." Miranda still wasn't use to such words but when they were said towards Jack it felt right, she didn't mind letting herself become vulnerable, allowing that single woman to know how she truly felt. Strength was only a trait she used when she needed to, the arrogance and brush offs were no longer needed when she was with her lover and that itself felt amazing, even if she didn't always get tremendous pleasure from their time together. "The question in love, what will we wear to the club? I'm thinking something more revealing than ever... Leather... Maybe Latex?" She giggled, obviously excited, her legs still wrapped around Jack as she spoke, she wasn't done until Jack finished, she wanted to give her girl some pleasure as well.
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Of all the things she expected to happen, Miranda climaxing right at the word Bondage Club was not one of them. Her girlfriend must have really- wanted to go to one, more so than even Jack had anticipated. Which was just as well with her, because Jack really wanted to take her lover out. The younger biotic had been trying her best to hold back; but after about an hour of foreplay with their scene and the slow fucking afterwards, she couldnt take it anymore. She rammed into Miranda, almost desperate for relief herself, panting and whimpering softly as her lovers tight sex clenched and contracted against her throbbing member as she came.
Oh f-fuck yes, YES! Jack cried, sinking her cock as deeply into Miranda as it would go as the cock twitched and released the first batch of her hot arousal into her lover. She kept thrusting and bouncing Miranda on her cock to help coax out every last drop of her cum. Ohhhhoh fuckI love fucking you. Jack panted softly before lowering Miranda fully onto the toy so that they were even once more and she could kiss those gorgeous lips. And I love youIm glad you wouldnt hide being with me if it werent so dangerous for us to be in public together. The younger biotic smiled, holding Miranda close. It meant a lot to her that if circumstances were different, Miranda wouldnt hide her tattooed, Convict of a girlfriend as though she were ashamed of Jack.
After finally orgasming, her legs were feeling a little weak and so she leaned them both against the tiled wall a little more heavily. Though she was unwilling to take her hands off of Mirandas ass and put her down; Jack was really starting to like this position that let every inch of her wiry body press up firmly against her girls.
Hmmwhat to wearthats a good question. As much as I would love to see you in nothing but my collarI guess we should get you something that you can almost walk around in public in. Jack chuckled and ninpped her neck lightly. Well have to go shopping...a collar is absolutely necessary. That is how other people will know you belong to someone so they keep their fucking hands off of whats mine. Jack gave Mirandas bruised rear a light squeeze and took a pink nipple into her mouth to show what she meant. For a minute she contented herself with just suckling and licking Mirandas perfect nipple, she did love the Operatives breasts so much, especially as her pillows for the night.
Maybe we need a leash too so I can make sure we dont get separated Jack began peppering little kisses all over Mirandas chest. The last thing she wanted was for the two of them to get separated at such a place. Even with a disguise, the Operatives body was so alluring that she was sure that Masters and Mistresses would be clambering to get at her if she was left alone, collar or not.
But after we get the collar, then we can pick out the outfit to match it. I like leathereven though Im sure your tits would look amazing in latex. But youd look like my little bad ass slave in some leather. Maybe a corset to accent your breastssome thigh highs and heels for those creamy legsand a thong I can rip to shreds so I can fuck you? You think you can stop watching porn when you should be working long enough to look up a masked bondage club? Or a Bondage Club thats hosting a masquerade event? There were many different types of bondage clubs on a host of different worlds. So she was hoping Miranda would look at one that would really suit their needs. Sometimes they do demonstrationssome of them are much nicer than othersso I want you to pick and maybe we can catch a show of something youre really interested in.
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Miranda had always been a rather reserved person, she got what she wanted but generally it wasn't something she felt herself shaking in desire for. With Jack that was the case and with each step they took together she found out something new about herself. One such thing was her desire to be shown off, not because she thought people looking at her or that watching other people with their pets would be sexy but mainly due to allowing people to know who her love and owner was. Jack was someone special to her and beyond all obvious reasons, as most people wouldn't understand even if explained, she wanted nothing more than for people to know that. For various reasons that couldn't happen, the largest being that their lives would be threatened, particularly Jack's. The other reasons more or less stemmed from that, it would interrupt the mission Shepard needed their help on, it would put others at risk, and it would probably cause them to separate in the end. So it had to be kept a secret.
Yet if they went to a bondage club things would be different, she could be paraded around in next to nothing, leather as Jack seemed to desire, and it would be fine. People would be able to know, even if they were strangers, and it would be sexy as a bonus. Of course these people weren't exactly special, she would much rather tell someone who mattered but there weren't many of those for either her or Jack. In fact between them there was a single person that came to mind, Miranda's sister. Sure they still weren't close but for Miranda it was a much stronger relationship than it was for the younger sibling, she had been protecting her and watching over her, she set up a future for her sister and for her entire life had been dedicated to taking care of the girl she adored above all else. Now Jack was on that level, a level of adoration and love and one that people rarely got invited to. One day perhaps she could tell her sister about her love, but not then, not yet. The Illusive Man could be watching emails or monitoring her sister, she couldn't afford for anyone to get hurt.
"You know I love you too... And love getting fucked by you." She smiled, kissing the top of Jack's head as her breasts were given more attention than usual. That was nice, they were large and surprisingly sensitive and every time she had those lovely lips on them it felt amazing. "I like the idea of a corset... I've always found them attractive... And a collar, something that suppresses my biotics... I trust you." She knew that was a huge sign of trust for someone like herself, it wasn't easy to say either because she kept thinking about what could happen. However she was not weak without her biotic abilities and it would be a sign of absolute submission if that type of collar were to be put on her and in such a club people would surely take notice. "And a leash yes... I don't want to get lost, I wouldn't have any fun if we got separated... Besides, I've never been led around by a leash." She seemed excited and she was, something about a leash and collar had her anticipating the trip even more, though the rest of the attire was equally appealing.
"I will look for some places, and now that Shepard knows we are together I can request some shore leave for relaxation without her asking questions that will reveal anything new... Though I may have to endure a bit of teasing from her..." Moans escaped between sentences and her desire was peaking out again. It wasn't that she hadn't been satisfied, in fact a lot of Miranda didn't want to do anything else and wanted to simply cuddle in bed for the rest of the night. Yet as he breasts were played with her body reacted and she was once again at Jack's mercy. If the younger woman decided to continue there would be nothing she could do about it, she would simply have to endure and enjoy it as best she could, enjoy the pleasure that came with a lack of rest. "Maybe I can find one and get us a few days off, maybe on the Citadel, I bet there are plenty of places that cater to what we are looking for." Finally she was at her limit of simply talking and leaned in, "Love... Please either take me back to the room or give it to me again... I can't take this teasing much longer."
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Jack had no idea what she would wear to the Bondage Club, the times she had gone before shed just worn her usual leather straps that covered her nipples and her cargo pants. Granted, shed never really been to a nice one before. Moderate and seedy ones before, sure, but never a posh one which she was sure would be a little better suited for Miranda. Shed have to figure out something to wearbut Miranda would probably be able to help her with that. Her lover was much better at the wholefeminine thing. While Jack already could picture what she wanted her sexy lover in, she was unsure how to dress herself since she was such a blend of masculine and feminine that she could go either way.
If youre sure you want a biotic suppressing collarwe can get you one. Jack seemed a little hesitant on the idea, just because she herself hated biotic suppressing collars, but those had been used on her in a much different way on Pragia. So far all the bindings and restraints she had done with Miranda had been more symbolic than anything. Her lover could have surely gotten out of any of the bindings Jack had put her in so far if she had just remembered to use her biotics rather than be trapped in a submissive mindset that made her forget about them. But the sign that she wanted to submit full to Jack was good, it meant that Miranda trusted her even more deeply than the younger biotic had thought. She supposed as long as Miranda was sure about it, she wouldnt deny her lover anything.
Mmmbut I love teasing you. Jack grinned and gave one of Mirandas taunt nipples a little bite and a playful growl. She tugged on it lightly before releasing the poor nub and looking up at her lover. I like my girl wet and begging to cum. She purred but gave Miranda a light kiss and went ahead to ease the cock out of her and help her stand back down on the ground. Once she was all settled, Jack removed the cock from her achingly tired pussy, groaning a bit as the shorter end detached from her sensitive nerves. She washed it off under the shower before tossing it into the pile of handcuffs, stun baton, and leather uniform she had stolen. Maybe they could play with all that another night.
Jack gave Miranda a couple of chaste kisses as they washed off under the showerhead that was still spraying warm water all over them. Theyd been in the bathroom for so long that Jacks fingers had gone all pruny long ago. Shed be glad to get out of here and back into a nice cozy bed with Miranda. Once she was clean, Jack wrapped herself up in a towel, gathered up all the things from the floor and then snuck out first so that they didnt draw any attention to themselves walking out of the bathroom together. Thankfully it was late and there was no one making any rounds so she made it all the way to Mirandas office with no trouble at all. She put her things on her lovers desk. Jack now had quite a few things stashed away at Mirandasfor a moment she wondered how the hell she was going to get all this crap back into her bunk.
Wellshed worry about that in the morning. For now she tossed her towel down the laundry chute and then scurried under the sheets to get warm. She loved having her short hair, it was already dry and she wouldnt have to worry about sleeping with wet hair. The young biotic wriggled around to get comfy and get onto her side of the bed while she waited for Miranda to come in so that they could go to bed.
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Miranda wasn't completely confident with the suppressing collar, it was scary to have the one thing she relied on to get her out of any situation suppressed. It wasn't easy to give that up but with Jack she was okay with it, not only did she trust Jack completely not to do anything even with her powers suppressed but she also trusted her young lover to protect her when strength was necessary as well. She remembered that Jack had a dislike of collars, she couldn't blame her, but the collar wasn't to bring bad memories to Jack it was to replace them, to give her a new thought when the idea of a collar was brought up. It was to get her to think of Miranda and how much the older woman loved and trusted her. So she was sure and she nodded confidently to make it clear to Jack, leaning in and kissing her lover. She was beautiful but even more so she was a gift that Miranda wanted to treasure. She wanted to see her in a nice outfit, both for the bondage club and for the dinner, it was going to be an exciting shore leave for sure.
Jack didn't always make Miranda's job easy, she was a phenomenal lover but she was wearing Miranda out, not an easy feat to be sure, and being teased had her both incredibly horny and ready to rest which didn't lend well to her calmness. It made her want to push Jack down or drag her back to the room but the submissive side of her was much stronger and kept her docile. "I'm glad you enjoy teasing me because I love being teased... To an extent." She grinned but soon found her pussy empty and Jack cleaning up. She had just went over the line into horny and that brought a playful growl from her throat. Oh well, that was part of what Miranda enjoyed oddly enough. So she cleaned up as well, watching Jack wash herself off and lagging behind a bit, only washing herself after she got her viewing out of the way and it caused Jack to get out of the shower a bit before her and Miranda was rushing to dry her hair off a bit and rush out of the shower and back to her room.
It made her a bit nervous, she had gone back to her room naked with clothes in hand to save time. Luckily nobody was out and about, Shepard being the only one who was going to see them that night. By the time she reached the room Jack was already underneath the sheets and waiting for her arrival. She smiled and tossed all of her things next to the closet. She would deal with the clothing in the morning. As she moved towards the bed she thought about how things were going, how Jack had been in her room for several nights in a row now and that she enjoyed that perhaps more than anything else. She liked having Jack next to her at night, having a few of the girl's things in her room, and she was going to do everything she could to make her young lover feel comfortable in her room. Hopefully, if things continued, she would have to spend but the occasional night alone, and the rest would be filled with Jack in her bed.
With her thoughts quelled she moved over and slid into the bed, still naked and mostly dry, though her hair was still a tad damp, something she would usually avoid by staying up until it was dry. She didn't want to miss out on a second in bed with the younger biotic and quickly wrapped her arms around the woman and pulled her close. "You're so damn sexy... I love seeing you in my bed." She leaned forward, kissing Jack gently on the lips and resisting the urge to do more. She was still horny after what had happened but she wasn't going to let that get in the way of some light chit chat and then sleep. "I will talk to Shepard tomorrow about shore leave. I doubt we have too much longer before everything comes to a head so the sooner we schedule our fun the better." She had an arm wrapped around Jack by that point and their bodies were pressed together, breasts pressing in to breasts and a very soft silky let wrapped around Jack as well. "And... I will check out bondage clubs once I figure out our destination planet." Outside of sex she was a bit more discrete about it, a little blush playing at her cheeks as she nuzzled Jack's nose with her own, getting very comfortable.
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Wellyoure lucky I love you so much and humor you by staying in your bed. Jack grinned, putting up a playful little wall of bravado. But they both knew that she was glad Miranda allowed her to stay. Jack smiled happily as Miranda slipped under the sheets and moved into a comfortable position much closer to her. As much as the young biotic had put up a fight time and time again over spending the night at Mirandasshe really was enjoying getting more sleep than she had in her whole life. And it was all thanks to Mirandas protective embrace every night that made her feel safe and allowed her to finally get some rest rather than attempt to sleep with one eye open. Maybe she wouldn't even have nightmares tonight...that would be nice. She felt bad about her dreams, knowing that her restlessness and constant stirring probably kept Miranda up at night. But she was getting better, maybe after a couple of nights she wouldn't have any nightmares at all as long as her lover was holding her.
You are so damn cute. Jack couldnt help but giggle at Mirandas little blush. The Operative had done some very, very naughty things in the bedroom recently and it was amusing to see how the words Bondage Club made her blush like a virgin. The younger woman gave her flushed cheeks a couple of soft kisses before finally meeting their lips together in something slow and sensual Just kissing Miranda always made her heart pound a little faster and half of her was tempted to drag the older biotic into another round of sex. She couldnt help wanting her, Mirandas body was so nice and soft, she loved the way it felt pressed up against her more wiry form. Just something about that porcelain, silky skin made her want to kiss and lick every inch of her lover's body.
But it was getting latethey should really get to sleep. She'd probably fly off the handle and try to beat the crap out of Shepard tomorrow if she was grumpy from lack of sleep when the Commander inevitably teased her about being in love with the Operative. So Jack just cuddled in closer, slipping her leg between Mirandas to try to get as close to her girlfriend as possible. Lights, off. She murmured, sending the room into total darkness before giving a yawn. It took a couple of moments but she could still see Miranda, though barely. Sometimes she wondered if it was because she was so used to the darkness or if maybe it was just because she had every feature of Mirandas face committed to memory already. It was probably a little bit of both.
I cant wait to go out with you The younger woman grinned and pressed her lips to Mirandas once more, savoring that taste that was just her-. Itll be nice to just relax for oncepretend to be normal for a change. Well she wasnt quite sure exactly how normal they would be going to a bondage club, it was probably a hell of a lot normal than them running around trying to save the galaxy every other day.
Jack didnt want to talk about their final mission. The thought of it made her anxiousand she didnt like the feeling at all. She had always been ready to die, always figuring she was living on borrowed time. But being with Miranda changed all that. Deep down she was worried about one of them not making itwellshe was worried about Miranda not making it. As Shepards sort of right hand woman on the ship as far as leadership went, surely shed have some jackass, stupidly hard tasks for Miranda once they made it past the Omega 4 relay.
The younger woman shook her head just a tiny bit to clear it. This was the problem with thinking about the future: it made you worry about shit that wasnt even here yet. So rather than keep worrying about something that wasnt happening, she forced her mind back to the present. Back to the very sexy Operative in her arms and back to how nice it was to be spending a night together with her girlfriend.
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Miranda smirked, they both knew that Jack wasn't humoring her but it was a cute suggestion, that she was doing Miranda yet another favor. She had been in a way, at first that was the situation they were in, Jack not really wanting to stay in the room for various reasons, one of which were her nightmares. Miranda didn't care about all of that, she had pushed past the concerns and made her the beautiful girl was by her side throughout the night. She was still prepared for the chance that Jack would have a bad nightmare, that she would wake up being attacked or having to stop Jack from hurting herself, all of that was in her mind, but nowhere near as present as the joy it brought to be beside her while sleeping. It wasn't just the closeness however, the banter, being called cute and slowly kissing, relaxing by each others side and decompressing, it brought a sense of ease impossible to obtain alone. For Miranda, and most likely Jack as well, there really hadn't been anyone before, nobody to help them decompress after a long day, nobody they felt understood them, now they both had that in each other and it was amazing.
Miranda felt more comfortable and at ease than she ever had before the past few days with Jack. Her worries were easily pushed aside by the time she spent with Jack and her future wasn't thought about in the same way. She got to think about Jack, perhaps settling down sometime in the future, and while there was still plenty to get in the way of all that there was still a chance, a chance she hadn't considered previously. It was the kind of thing that Jack was perfect because of. She was strong and loving, able to give Miranda what she hadn't even been aware that she needed not only sexually but emotionally as well, she was a lovely young woman and satisfied every one of Miranda's needs.
The lights switching off seemed to be the trigger for both of them to interlock themselves even further. Miranda scooted in closer, so close her breasts were pressed into Jack quite well and her face could feel her lover's hot breath. Jack's leg had slipped between Miranda's and Miranda still had one over the younger biotic as well. Her arm was around Jack's waist and she leaned in to kiss her, lips pressing against the woman's and staying for a good while before she pulled back and listened to the girl's excitement over their date. "I can't wait either, I want to see you in a dress love. And sure, we can pretend to be normal but I don't think that will be the case, you say normal but truth is we are both more beautiful than the average woman, I mean you may try to hide it but your feminine features give it away, they will even more when we have you in something more form fitting." She giggled, Jack was no doubt nervous about that, wearing a dress seemed to be something she hadn't wanted to do but she was doing it anyways, for Miranda most likely. So she would take advantage of that and get her very girly for the night, let everyone see how beautiful her date was and probably have as many eyes on Jack as were on herself.
"Anyways, we will experience that before too long, I'll talk to Shepard tomorrow and make sure we get our time soon." She gave a small smile and while Jack probably couldn't see it in the pitch black room the kiss that came after it spoke volumes. "Now, we should get some sleep, we had fun for quite a long time." She gave Jack one more kiss before pulling the girl as close as she could and getting herself comfortable, the feeling of Jack's breathing a lulling feeling. "I love you babe... So much..." Her voice was soft and her words were those of someone who had completely fallen for another. At their current point Jack had captured Miranda's heart completely and while it had a bumpy start she had tamed a rather difficult beast to tame. As such she snuggled into Jack, closed her eyes, and listened to each soft little noise coming from Jack and just enjoyed the warmth flowing from her little lover, and while it wasn't exactly big spoon and little spoon it was just as nice.
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Blech. The younger woman grunted her disapproval as Miranda mentioned her attire for their evening out. Ughthe dress-. Just the word made her skin crawland very few things in this entire galaxy made Jacks skin crawl. It was strange though to hear Miranda talk about her feminine features. She knew she had those big brown doe eyes and lovely pouty lipsand a delicate jawline (which she hated, because it always made punches to the face more painful); there was no hiding those things. But she worked so hard to hide the flare of her hips with baggy pants, and her small breasts were an easy enough thing to hide: there wasnt much there to begin with. But Miranda seemed to like those thingsthat was yet another thing that set her apart from all of Jacks previous lovers who enjoyed how handsome the young woman could be.
Mmmgoodyou deal with Shepard, I dont want to see her at all tomorrow. If that woman called her Jackaroo one more goddamn timeshe was going to blast her right through the bulkhead. Jack knew she couldnt hide from Shepard foreverbut she really wanted to. She knew that shed get teased mercilessly by the Commander who had decided to make Jack into her lets go save this kid! project. Maybe its because they both belonged to gangs when they were youngerit gave them a rather strange bond sometimes. It was niceif Jack had to have a sister, shed probably like her to be like Shepard. But still, the young biotic would rather avoid the Commander tomorrow. Miranda would probably get teased for being a kinky bottom that liked Jack to wear a strap on. And Jack would probably get teased for being a big softie and finding herself so in love despite her tough girl exterior.
Jack smiled as Miranda kissed her, letting their feelings for one another flow freely through the kiss. Once it was over she tucked her head under Mirandas, tickling her lovers chin with her soft, bristly short hair as she found her new favorite spot to fall asleep in: with her head resting on Mirandas breasts so that she could use them as pillows and listen to her heartbeat to fall asleep to. I love you toomy Miri. Jack murmured softly as she drifted off. She hadnt realized how tired she was until the lights had finally gone off, and she was glad that her lover was there to provide her a safe place so that she could rest for a little while.
Jack woke up a tad earlier than usual. It was probably about 6AM ship time and she had slept through most of the night without any nightmares. Of course she fidgeted and adjusted positions about 1000 times throughout the nightbut that was just because she was the type of woman that had a hard time sitting still. When she awoke she found herself in the little spoon position with her girlfriends arms wrapped protectively around her midsection. Mirandas wonderfully fleshy breasts were comfortably pressed into her back and it made the younger woman smile. She lay there like that for a long while, content to not do anything other than listen to her lovers soft breathing and feel the rise and fall of her chest. Only when Miranda began to stir on her own did Jack roll over to face her. She nuzzled the older biotics neck affectionately and peppered a few soft kisses along her delicate throat.
Hey beautiful Jack wriggled around a little bit, seeking more of Mirandas body pressing into her own. Mmmphcan we juststay in bed all day? She knew they couldnt do it, not really. But the idea that maybe one day they could have lazy days together was a nice thought. Days where they could just lounge in bed, watch some movies and not worry about the fate of the galaxy.