The Normandy hung still in the orbit of Earth, the quiet darkness of space wrapped around its hull. Its lights were dimmed, its engines idling in a fuel-efficient state. At its docking port, a blue shuttle slipped outside from within and began a descent towards the planet below, rear thrusters shooting blue flames in its trail. For the first time in a long time, the ship would be without its fearless commander.

Aboard, Miranda Lawson—now standing captain of the Normandy S2—marched through the corridors, checking on what was left of the crew. The doctor was in the med bay, Joker remained in the cockpit, and the cook was busy in the kitchen. Shepard had taken the majority of the rest of them with him; his mission was dangerous and its execution had to be flawless. He'd needed all the help he could get. Samara was still meditating somewhere on the crew deck, Thane was in his room, reading, and Grunt was checking and cleaning his arsenal of firearms. Miranda went to each of them and, though she was cordial enough, made it clear she was in charge now. They'd all consented easily enough, though Grunt pointed out he would have liked to been a part of the voting committee.

"No committee, just Shepard's command," Miranda informed him.

She continued her check up in the engine room, speaking briefly with the engineers and getting a full status report on the Normandy's condition. EDI's voice sounded from an intercom and filled in the blanks the engineers couldn't fill. "That is all, Commander Lawson," the feminine voice of the AI said. "Though there is one more crew member you have yet to inform of your new position. Would you like me to tell J-"

"No," Miranda answered curtly. She sighed. "I suppose I should do that myself."

She descended the stairs to the darkest, quietest, part of the ship; the part where Jack naturally made her home. Below, the temperature dropped a few degrees; all the busy sounds of the ship fading above. Miranda could see the appeal of such a place, though spending all her time here would probably drive her nuts. Which might explain Jack, she thought with a grin.

She rounded a corner of huge pipes and squinted into a dimly-lit little nook. Jack was there, towards the back. The tattooed woman was lying on a cot, dressed in her usual attire, her feet were in black socks and were kicked up onto a table propped beside her. In her hands was a datapad that she quickly shuffled to her side and tucked out of view when Miranda appeared.

"What the fuck are you doing down here?" Jack snapped. "Get out."

Miranda frowned; she knew this wasn't going to be easy. "Hi to you too, Jack. I'm here to let you know that Shepard has left for Earth, and he's left me in charge. You can address me as Commander Lawson, and-"

"Bullshit," Jack growled. "I'm not addressing you as anything other than 'Cerberus Bitch'! The hell did he leave you in charge for, anyway?"

Miranda felt a flash of anger rinse over her. "Jack, I'm not kidding! He doesn't know when he'll be back and until he is? You take orders from me. Understood?"

"No, it's not, cheerleader," Jack shot back. "Leave me the hell alone! Let me know when Shepard- Commander Shepard returns. He's the only asshole I'll let tell me what to do."

Miranda let out an agitated breath of air, pursed her lips, and almost just walked away. She didn't want to deal with this. Then she thought of what Shepard would do and realized she had to deal with it. That's what commanders did. "You can start," she began, ignoring Jack's glare, "by getting your feet off this table." She kicked the chair back and Jack's legs dropped to the ground.

"Alright, now you're really pissing me off," Jack warned.

"Then," Miranda pushed forward, "you can show me what's on that datapad you were so quick to hide when I walked in."

"Fuck you," Jack told her simply enough.

"That wasn't a request, Jack. It was an order," Miranda explained.

Jack slowly got to her feet, a sudden playful look in her eyes. "You want it?" She asked, dangling the datapad out to her side. "You're more than welcome to try and come take it... Commander."

"Knock it off, Jack," Miranda warned.

"You can make me knock it off," Jack said as a grin came across her face. "If you can."

Miranda clenched her fist and shook her head. "Alright, that's it. You're out of here, Jack! When the shuttle returns, I'm shipping you to Earth to be detained until Shepard returns. I don't want someone like you aboard when I'm in command."

"Detained?" Jack echoed, grin disappearing. "You think you're going to have me arrested?"

"Disobeying your ship's captain? Withholding suspicious material? Disorderly conduct with the potential of putting your crew's lives in danger? Yes, Jack. I'm having you arrested until Shepard returns."

"You're out of your fucking mind, bitch," Jack snapped. "Disorderly conduct? Just who the fuck do you think you are?" She pointed at Miranda and shoved her index finger into her chest.

Miranda swatted her hand away. "Don't, Jack."

"Or what?" Jack growled. "If you're already trying to have me arrested, what's one more charge on the list?"

Miranda shook her head disappointedly and turned to leave. Jack's hand fell on her shoulder and spun her back around. Miranda turned to see Jack's fist hurdling towards her face. The Cerberus Agent had years of advanced training kick in as she shifted backwards and avoided the blow; Jack's knuckles just grazing her cheek. Jack cursed and grabbed Miranda's hair with one hand and threw a fist with the other. Miranda absorbed the swing with her body, pinned Jack's forearm between her body and arm, and spun. Jack flipped over her shoulder, crashing into the ground. Miranda reached to her ears quickly and snatched away her biotic amps. Jack's leg spun around as she was doing so, catching her in the backs of her ankles and dropping her to the floor as well. Jack was thin and wiry and she was on top of Miranda in seconds, but Miranda was stronger and better trained. She used Jack's own momentum to flip her over her head, then sprung to her knees and lurched forward, grabbing at her ankles and dragging her closer. Jack tried to twist away, but Miranda anticipated the motion and twisted first, keeping Jack on her stomach. She crawled forward and straddled Jack's lower back, keeping her weight pinned at the center of Jack's gravity.

"Fuck!" Jack snapped. "Get off me!" A tattooed arm swung backwards, but lying on her stomach, it didn't carry much force. Miranda grabbed it and forced it to the ground. "ARGH!"

"Dammit, Jack!" Miranda shouted, catching her breath.

"Get off!" Jack yelled, jerking around beneath Miranda's hips. "You fucking bitch, let me up!"

Miranda looked around the room from her position on the floor. There was a steel cabinet a few feet away, and after some wrestling with Jack to inch closer to it, she got her fingertips on the handle and popped it open. Standard supplies lined the shelves, including a bundle of rope on the floor of cabinet. Miranda grabbed it and began uncoiling.

Jack glanced back over her shoulder, teeth grit, eyes on fire with rage. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

Miranda ignored her, readied the rope, and snatched one of her wrists from the air.

"No!" Jack shouted. "Let me fucking up!"

Miranda twisted it until it angled back. She pinned it there with her knee, reached over, and caught Jack's other wrist. When they were together, she wound the rope around them horizontally and vertically, knotting it tightly with a knot she'd learned in Cerberus training.

"FUCK!" Jack yelled, realizing her defeat.

Miranda looped the rope, lassoed Jack around the shoulders, and began wrapping her upper body, keeping her hands pinned firmly to the small of her back. Jack cursed and shouted and cursed some more, but Miranda kept working. She tightened the ropes on Jack's body before sliding off her back and moved to her knees where she bound them the same as her wrists. Finished, she spun and tied Jack's ankles the same way. Finally, she used the remaining slack of rope to yank Jack's bound feet up into the air and secured them to her wrists, locking her into a tight hogtie.

Jack thrashed around on the floor of the ship, but Miranda's rope work was solid and secure. She couldn't move a muscle. "I'm going to fucking kill you, do you understand me?" Jack hissed through clenched teeth. "You fucking... bitch, I'm going to kill you."

"Be quiet," Miranda said, frowning. "Your mouth is what put you there in the first place."

"You can't fucking tie me up like this!" Jack yelled. "You can't do this shit to me!"

"You attacked me," Miranda explained, hands on her hips. "You're a danger to yourself and to others. I'm requesting they keep you restrained when I ship you to Earth."

Jack pulled at her ropes again with no effect. "I'll get out of this," she warned, glaring up at Miranda the best she could in her hogtie. "You better not be there when I do."

"Commander Lawson," EDI's voice came over the speakers. "Joker requests your presence. It is urgent."

"Thanks, EDI," Miranda said, looking down at Jack. "Keep an eye on our prisoner here."

"Um-yes, Commander," EDI said awkwardly. "Though it doesn't look like she'll be causing any problems anytime soon."

"AARGH!" Jack screamed in frustration as she tried again to break free with no luck.

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"This is bad," Joke told her in the cockpit.

Miranda stepped up beside him and read the report off the ship's main terminal screen. "What happened?"

"It was an ambush," Joker explained, uncharacteristic trepidation in his voice. "Shepard and the whole team were caught in crossfire from the client and the Batarians. Shepard says everyone got out okay, but they have to lay low, and he thinks the ship is in danger. He thinks we've all been set up."

"Damn..." Miranda muttered to herself, reading the rest of Shepard's report, though Joker's recount had been accurate enough.

"You're standing Commander," Joker said. "What do we do? Shepard wants us to leave him and the crew on Earth until things get straightened out."

Miranda sighed, looking out into the darkness of space. An attack could come from anywhere, cripple the ship's systems, wipe out the shields... "Alright," Miranda told Joker. "We go."

"Where?"

"Anywhere," Miranda said. "Anywhere that's not here."

Joker nodded.

Miranda stood and was about to leave when she remembered with a sinking feeling in her stomach her captive below deck. She sighed and put a hand to her forehead. "Oh, and EDI?"

"Yes, Commander?"

"Have Grunt meet me near the engine room. I'll need his help."

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"Un-fucking-tie me now!" Jack yelled.

Grunt had carried her hogtied body to Miranda's room and deposited her on the bed. The Krogan hadn't even asked any questions, which Miranda wasn't sure to be thankful for or not, and had even ignored Jack's many, many insult and curses at him as she was carried. He'd left, the door sliding shut behind him, and Miranda went to work at her computer terminal. She had to scan all their previous emails and contacts with the client on Earth if she was going to try and link it back somewhere and find the traitor. Jack wasn't making work easy.

"You can't keep me like this if you aren't having me arrested!" Jack shouted, her voice half-muffled by the mattress she was stuck lying face-first on. "This is bullshit!"

"Be quiet," Miranda said and continued working. She wasn't sure if the headache coming on was from the fight in the engine room, the stress of the mission, or her captive's voice. "This is more important than you are."

"Then untie me," Jack snapped.

"I don't trust you," Miranda retorted. "You attacked me. For all I know, you're working with the people who set us up."

"Oh, give me a break," Jack groaned. "You're so full of shit, it's almost pathetic."

Miranda sighed, and tried ignoring her, immediately regretting the decision to have her dragged up here. She should have let her suffer on the hard floor of the engine room.

"You come down and piss me off with all your arrogant, pretentious, bullshit," Jack began angrily, "And you act surprised when I throw a punch? Fuck... you probably did it on purpose. You Cerberus fucks are all the same. You like controlling people. You wanted me to come at you so you could fucking do this shit to me. You tie me up, have me hauled up to your bedroom... what's next, you bitch? Are you going to fuck me?"

Miranda slammed her fist into the table. "Just shut the hell up before I gag your mouth!"

Jack gave her a mischievous grin. "Oooo, now you want my mouth shut, too. You'd like it if I couldn't talk, wouldn't you? After all, you can't say 'no' to some fucking horny lesbian bitch on a power trip if you can't speak, right?"

Miranda felt her face go warm as the blood rushed to her cheeks.

"Are you blushing?" Jack asked and let out a laugh. "Well, there you have it. Miranda Lawson: Cerberus Operative, Commander of the Normandy, and a dyke."

Miranda pushed away from her desk, spun, and stormed over to the mattress.

Jack only grinned wider. "Coming to give me a spanking you dyke bitch?"

Miranda grabbed a roll of duct tape and a box-cutter from her closet. She reached over and cut the rope binding Jack's ankles to her wrists, though the rest of her binds were still wrapped tightly around her limbs and upper body. Jack's feet dropped to the mattress and Miranda spun the tattooed woman around to her back, laying the roll of tape beside her head.

"What are you-mmph," Jack began, but Miranda cut her off with a firm hand clamped down over her lips.

"Just shut up and listen to me," Miranda said, leaning over Jack's face and pointing with her free hand. Jack rolled her eyes but didn't try fighting her. "I don't know what it is I did to piss you off so much in life, but I'm sick of your shit! You don't like Cerberus? Fine. I barely work for them anymore. I take my orders from Shepard now, same as you. Now, I've been given command of the Normandy. Whether you like that or not, I don't care. It's what happened. The crew's lives are in my hands now, and this job is stressful enough without you yelling and cursing at me every step of the way! I'm not going to untie you just yet because I really don't trust you. You have some misplaced anger towards me from Cerberus, and that's fine, but I won't let you jeopardize this mission. Now I'm going to take my hand off your big, filthy, mouth, and if you make a sound? I'm going to duct tape it shut and keep it taped shut for the rest of this mission. Do you understand?"

Jack stared at her for a long time. Miranda stared right back, her hand gripped tightly over the woman's mouth.

Finally, Jack nodded.

Miranda slowly removed her hand, and when she did, Jack suddenly sat straight up. Miranda thought she was trying to headbutt her, until she felt the warmth of Jack's moist lips press up against her own and kiss.

Miranda pulled back, shocked. "What the hell!?"

"Shit, someone had to break that tension," Jack said, looking into her eyes.

Miranda was speechless for a dumfounded moment, then she shook her head and snatched up the roll of tape to rip off a piece.

Jack's eyes widened with apprehension. "Hey, wait- mmmmmph!"

Miranda slapped a piece down over her mouth and smoothed it across her lips.

Jack frowned. "Mmmph! MMMPH!"

Miranda stood, turned, and went back to her computer terminal, leaving Jack to thrash around on the bed, sounding off her muffled protests. Miranda didn't care for the way that kiss had made her feel. It felt... uncomfortable. Jack had no right to do that! She had no right! "EDI, were you watching that?" She asked the AI.

"Watching what, Commander?" EDI's voice came.

"EDI..."

"Yes, Commander. I saw."

"Don't monitor my room anymore, alright?" Miranda said, feeling embarrassed.

"Yes, Commander," EDI said and then a click sounded from the intercom.

Miranda gave it a moment before testing. "EDI?" She called into the room. The only reply was a muffled yell from Jack on the bed. Miranda glanced angrily over her shoulder to see Jack staring at her wide-eyed. She shouted into the tape again, motioning her eyes to her gagged mouth. "No. Your mouth is... too dangerous to be left free. You had no right to kiss me."

Jack rolled her eyes, groaned into the tape, and let herself fall back on the bed defeated.

Miranda turned back to work, but found herself looking back at the bed soon enough. Jack was still staring at her. "Stop it," Miranda said and looked back at the computer. A few moments passed and she still felt eyes on her. She glanced back. Jack still stared, frowning.

Miranda sighed, stood, and returned to the bed. She looked down at Jack's feet and nodded. Jack lifted her head to watch curiously as Miranda bent, reached, and peeled a sock off one of her feet. "Mmf!?" She protested. Miranda stretched the black sock out long, and went to Jack's head. Jack groaned as the Cerberus operative tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her.

"There," Miranda said, feeling a sense of relief not being under Jack's intense glare. "I'm... I'm sorry." Miranda forced herself to say. "I just can't deal with you're stare right now.

"Mmmmm," Jack groaned beneath the tape.

Miranda looked at the woman's tattoos: the ones around her slender neck that led down around the curves of her chest. The sides of her breasts were visible beneath her shirt. Miranda swallowed a lump in her throat and felt her heartbeat quicken. No, she thought, this isn't you. And you have a job to do.

She stood from the bed and forced her feet to get moving back to the computer. That led to her most productive period. Jack remained mostly quiet during her work, save the occasional grunt or groan. Miranda was good with hacking, and she managed to trace an early email from their client on Earth back to an address. She went to the cockpit and informed Joker, telling him to send the address to Shepard on a secured, encrypted, line. The Normandy was still in the Sol System, but they had retreated to orbit around Saturn. Outside, Miranda could see the beautiful rings around the planet and they reminded her of the curves of Jack's breasts. She put a hand to her forehead and shook the image clear.

"You alright, Miranda?" Joker asked.

"Yes. Yes, I'm... fine. A bit tired, I guess," Miranda lied.

"Well, this will take a while to send," Joker told her. "You did good. Get some rest."

Miranda gave him a smile and a nod, retreating back to her quarters.

Jack was right where she'd left her, though, Miranda thought, where could she go? She walked up beside the bed and put her hands on her hips. Jack sensed her presence and began trying to speak beneath the tape again.

Miranda sat down next to her on the bed and peeled back her gag, but left one end stuck to her face. "Why did you kiss me?"

Jack licked her lips. "I told you. To break the tension. Now how about takimmmph."

Miranda replaced the tape. "That's not a good enough reason, Jack. Are you gay?"

She pulled back the tape. "Shit, I don't think of it like that way," Jack explained. "If I find a person attractive, I find a person attractive. What would the gender matter? Take thimmph-"

Tape went back on. Miranda furrowed her brow, thinking. "So, what? Are you saying you find me attractive?"

Tape came off. "I'm saying anyone with fucking eyes would find you attractive," Jack explained. "Look, I'm into weird shit, alright? I've had boyfriends... and girlfriends who were into weird shit. Being tied up like this? It kinda gets me off."

"But you wanted to tear my head off since we've met!" Miranda shouted, incredulous.

"Yeah, so?"

"So!? You hate me!"

"I hate Cerberus," Jack admitted. "But you were right, I guess. I aim that anger for them at you. Now, enough of this psychology shit. I want to fuck you."

"What!?"

"What don't you understand about that?" Jack asked. "You tied me the fuck up like this, gagged me, blindfolded me with my own fucking sock. You've dominated me. Don't act like you didn't know you were doing it. Now finish the job."

"I didn't... I had to..." Miranda felt awkward as she searched for the right words. "You..."

"I was a bad girl and you punished me," Jack said calmly. "Even if you didn't know you were doing it, you did it. You took control and dominated me. Now finish it."

Miranda looked down at Jack's chest and saw her nipples had gone erect beneath the shirt. Miranda's heart was pounding in her chest. "But I don't... I'm not..."

"What? Gay?" Jack asked. "What are you so afraid of? Do you find me attractive?"

Miranda swallowed. "Well, I... right now? I mean... yes."

"Then show me how attractive you find me," Jack told her.

Miranda pressed the duct tape back down over Jack's lips, and Jack groaned in protest. She looked down at the bound woman's feet, thought for a moment, and then picked up the box-cutter. She went to the foot of the bed, knelt, and cut her ankles free. Jack slowly parted her legs. Miranda pulled the remaining sock from Jack's foot and then reached up to unbutton her pants. The button popped easy, and then she was sliding the pants down slow and gently around the curves of Jack's milky white thighs and legs. Miranda swallowed as more tattoos revealed themselves as the pants dropped, and then there was no more pants, only a pair of black panties and Jack's thin, toned, legs. Jack rubbed her knees together and then spread them apart.

Miranda took a deep breath and picked up Jack's leg, feeling the muscle twitch beneath her fingers, she slid her hands up to Jack's foot, massaging her thumbs into the sole. Jack stirred on the bed, arching her back a bit and moaning. Miranda kissed the heel of her foot, moved to the side, and let her tongue slide down Jack's ankle onto her leg. She pressed in further, her body coming between Jack's legs and splitting them apart wider. She let her hands fall on Jack's hip bones and run lines along them, stopping at her crotch and massaging the warmth there. Jack moaned into the tape again. Miranda crawled forward on the bed and yanked the sock away from Jack's eyes. Jack squinted as she adjusted to the light and then stared down at Miranda.

"Mmf," she sounded, gesturing towards her sealed lips.

Miranda peeled the tape away slowly, watching as the adhesive gently tugged at the pink skin of Jack's lips.

"Take your clothes off," Jack told her.

Miranda hesitated, but realized what was the point? She'd come too far to stop now. She nodded, knelt tall on the bed hovering over Jack, and pulled her shirt up over her head. She traced the line of Jack's eyes down to her own bare chest, where the nipples of her firm, large, breasts had gone hard as well. She reached down and gave them a pinch before looking back lustfully at Jack. "Your turn," she said and reached for the box-cutter. She slipped the blade under Jack's shirt and cut upwards down the center, splitting the shirt apart and revealing Jack's own, smaller, breasts. Miranda threw away the shirt and leaned down over Jack's bare body. She kissed the tattooed woman's stomach, planting her lips in circles around the naval. She lifted her head, moved it upwards, and her mouth found the soft, pink, flesh of Jack's nipple. She took the erect tit in her mouth and sucked at it. Jack moaned and closed her eyes. Miranda ran her tongue around in circles, using her hands to work the sides of Jack's breasts.

"Fuck... untie my hands," Jack said between heavy breaths. "I have to touch you."

Miranda lifted Jack up to a sit and wrapped her arms around the woman's slender frame. She leaned over Jack's shoulder to see the knot she was working on and Jack began sucking on her neck, moving Miranda's hair out of the way with gently shoves of her head. Miranda moaned herself, feeling Jack's breasts press firmly up against her own. Jack's legs wrapped around her body and squeezed. Finally, she got the knot loose and ripped the ropes from Jack's wrists. Jack threw her arms to her front and grabbed handfuls of Miranda's breasts, squeezing. Miranda's head fell back in pleasure and Jack leaned in to bite gently on her tender nipples. Before she knew it, Jack had pushed her down to the bed and was crawling down to her feet. Jack lifted her legs one at a time and removed her boots and socks, flinging them to the side. Then she ripped the pants away violently, leaving Miranda clad in only her panties.

"Take them off, hurry," Miranda whispered, feeling her crotch growing warm and ready.

"Not yet," Jack said and grabbed a handful of rope.

"No," Miranda said, realizing what Jack wanted. "No, I don't want to be-"

"Shut up," Jack said and slid her fingers under Miranda's panties. They slid inside her and pressed hard within.

Miranda's head snapped back in pleasure and her mouth fell open. Jack stopped, and quickly took her wrist and secured it to the headboard. Miranda looked up, but when she began to protest, Jack covered her mouth with her own. They kissed and held it as Jack took her other wrist and tied it to the other corner of the bed. Finished, Jack slid off her and moved to the other end, where she began tying Miranda's feet to the opposite corners.

Miranda tugged at the ropes and found them too tight to budge. There was no slack, either. She was stuck with her arms and legs spread out as wide as they could go and the warmth between her legs was growing almost unbearable. "Please.. fuck me..." Miranda pleaded, heaving deep breaths.

Jack crawled up between her legs, took the box-cutter, and sliced the corners of her panties, tearing them away and revealing Miranda's clean-shaven crotch. Jack slid two fingers around her vagina and a third rested firmly on her clit, massaging it. She knelt and licked with her tongue.

"Aah," Miranda couldn't help but cry out as her back arched and hands balled into fists.

"How close are you?" Jack asked from below her stomach.

"Close. Keep going," Miranda said, eyes closed and mouth quivering.

"Ready to burst?"

"Yes, yes!" Miranda shouted.

"Good," Jack said, and stopped.

Miranda swallowed and tried catching her breath. "What are you doing?"

Jack got off the bed, walked up beside Miranda's head, and picked up her socks. Jack laughed to herself as she balled them up.

"Jack?" Miranda asked. "What are you-MMMPH!" Jack shoved them into Miranda's mouth. "Mmmph! MMMMPH! MMF! MMF!"

"Shut up," Jack said and walked over to the desk chair to take a seat. She faced Miranda, pulled her panties down, and lifted her legs up onto the arms of the chair. Her fingers slid in between her pussy and began working her into orgasm.

"MMMPH!?" Miranda could only make muffled sounds into Jack's socks.

After a few minutes, Jack's mouth fell open, her back arched, and she bit her lips as orgasm rippled through her body. Miranda watched, wide-eyed and forced silent.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" Jack asked. "I hope not."

Miranda grunted into the gag.

"You're not talking, not for awhile," Jack said, pulling back on her panties. "I think I'll keep you there for a few hours. I mean, you did threaten to arrest me and throw me off the ship in case you forgot."

Miranda groaned and shook her head.

"Shhhh," Jack shushed her. "I'll top you off... eventually. Right now I need a shower."

Miranda began violently pulling at the ropes binding her to the bed.

"You cut my shirt... bitch," Jack said and went into Miranda's closet. She found something she liked. "Well... it will have to do," she said, pulling it on and then tugging her pants back on as well. "So I'll be going now," she walked over to Miranda and stood over her. "As for you? Lie there quietly and think about what you did to me. It was a real bitch move and your punishment is only just beginning."

"MMMMPH!" Miranda cried out into the socks.

Jack laughed and duct taped her mouth, silencing her even further. "If you're a good girl, I might be back to finish the job. Don't go anywhere, alright?"

"MMF!" Miranda grunted, she couldn't believe what was happening to her.

Jack bent, kissed her forehead, and patted her on the cheek before turning and leaving the room. The door slid shut behind her.

Miranda realized with dread that she'd told EDI not to monitor the room. No one knew the predicament she was in. No one was coming for her. No one... except Jack.

Her head fell back against the bed. Her naked body was still throbbing.

And now she was at Jack's mercy.