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Chapter Warning: Well, the title speaks for itself. Garrus gets his dom on. :D
Chained
Garrus lounged luxuriously on the couch, sipping at a generous measure of ice brandy and wondering – not for the first time - how the hell this had happened. Shepard had mentioned roleplay before and his blood had run cold at the very thought. It was not something his people did and he'd felt hideously awkward even thinking about it. Now, however, as he relaxed half-dressed, enjoying the pleasant hum of alcohol in his veins and watching his lover act her ass off, he wondered why the hell they had never done this sooner.
Shepard was up on the table, dancing for his pleasure to some heady, thumping club music. And what a performance she was giving! He leered up at her, deciding right there that she put each and every asari stripper to shame. Her hypnotic movements were tantalizing to behold; the way she ground her hips in time to the beat was utterly maddening. And her outfit – oh her outfit. She must have purposefully picked it to tease him, he decided, as he eyed the elegant black stockings, the velvet collar and the delicate, lace thong that was her only shield from his desire. It was the black leather corset, however, that had him impossibly hard and masturbating shamelessly to her show. It only came up to her bust, leaving her gorgeous, full breasts bare for him to enjoy, and the way it cinched in her waist so impossibly was utterly riveting. He grunted in approval as he rubbed himself, watching her shake her sweet little human ass. Each lazy movement of his hand jerked on the leash he held, making it impossible for her not to notice. He could smell her arousal and it only made him throb more.
"Like what you see?" he growled, spreading himself out to give her a better view. To her credit, she managed to keep her features passive. Her eyes, however, completely betrayed her.
"Yes, master," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. He closed his eyes with a groan and gave the leash a firm tug. Shepard stumbled forward obediently, stepping down off the table to come to his side, her breathing only just steady. He gave his cock a teasing stroke.
"Suck it," he commanded, hoarsely. She nodded once, her eyes wide with lust and anticipation, before settling herself deferentially between his legs and taking him into her hot wet little mouth. Garrus gasped, just as aroused by her obedience as by the feel of her. Did she know, he wondered, how hot this sort of submission was to his kind? He suspected she did and he was incredibly grateful to her for doing her research. The great Commander Shepard… on a leash! He groaned noisily as she began to lick and suck at his shaft, gripping her roughly by the hair and thrusting into her mouth. He used her like this for a short while, grunting as waves of pleasure rolled through his body, watching himself disappear into her swollen lips. Shepard was moaning around his dick and it only made him fuck her mouth all the more harder. Heat was pooling in his lower abdomen and he could feel his first climax building. Spirits, this was fucking sexy. He'd made a joke once about having her as his human sex slave but damn! He could get used to this. An especially wicked swipe of her tongue across his head sent him over the edge and he snarled, ejaculating hard. She looked up at him, eyes full of need, and he watched her throat constrict as she swallowed his semen.
"Enough," he moaned, breathlessly, shoving her off him. She landed roughly on the floor at his feet. He almost felt guilty, but then she quickly righted herself, kneeling at the foot of the couch as she awaited her next order. Her face was placid again, her features well schooled and subservient, but her eyes portrayed just enough of her usual mischief and fire for him to know she was still having fun.
"Do I please you, master?" she asked, her tone maddeningly innocent. His cock twitched against his stomach and he sat up, shooting her a predatory glance.
"You most certainly do," he growled, getting to feet to tower impressively over her. She had the good grace to look deliciously intimidated and it stoked his ego, fuelling his mounting lust. As much as he wanted this to go on longer but he couldn't wait – he needed her. "Take of that damn thong," he ordered. "Then get on your knees. I want to fuck you from behind."
Her breath hitched but Shepard said nothing, removing her clever, tie-side panties in one graceful movement before bending herself over the coffee table, presenting herself to him. He smirked, eyeing her taught, tanned ass greedily. It was a feature he'd grown to appreciate very highly. Human backsides were much fuller than a turian's, the muscle there round and plump as opposed to lean and flat. He'd grown to prefer it –slapping it, scratching it, grasping it as leverage as he pumped into her body. Kneeling behind her, he ran a covetous talon over each fleshy cheek.
"You have such a nice ass," he growled licentiously. A wicked thought formed in his mind and he decided to test the boundaries of her obedience. Carefully, he trailed a single digit down the valley of her backside and pressed lightly against the opening there. Shepard tensed but she made no move to stop him; on the contrary, she leaned further forward on the table, opening herself up for him. Again, his cock throbbed hungrily and it was all he could do not to moan. He settled instead for a filthy smirk, pushing against the tight ring of muscle curiously to test its give. Shepard was not the only one to have done her research. He had watched enough human porn to know that their women could also be taken in this way and the notion intrigued him. If the vids he'd seen were accurate, it could be highly enjoyable. He made up his mind, indulging himself in a single, galvanizing stroke before plunging unexpectedly into her pussy. Shepard moaned and arched beneath him but he gave her no time to enjoy it; it was only a passing visit. Once he was satisfied he was well lubricated, he withdrew from her slickness, chuckling at her cry of disappointment. The thought of what he was about to do had him throbbing with desire and his blood ran like liquid fire through his veins. He pressed the very tip of his cock against the tight little entrance and grinned when he felt her still. If they'd chosen to do this any other night, he would have taken his time, made sure she was fully prepared. Tonight, however, he was in charge and he'd put up with enough of her coyness; he needed release. With a grunt of effort, he pushed his tip into her, gasping at the unbelievable tightness of this other, forbidden entrance .Shepard screamed, more out of surprise than pain it seemed, but he grabbed her by her long hair and gave it a savage tug.
"Quiet!" he snarled. "Not another sound out of you until I say so!"
She fell silent at once, the tremble of her body the only sign of her reaction. Smirking, he seized her hips carelessly and sheathed himself fully inside of her. The tightness was like nothing he had ever known and white hot pleasure exploded in his groin, taking him completely by surprise. He let out a strangled half-laugh as his second orgasm caught him unawares and he coated her insides with thick, turian cum. If he were human, it would have been all over too quickly. He wasn't, however and, as it was, his unexpected orgasm provided a pleasant lubricant to ease the friction. He stilled a moment, breathing heavily, while the over-sensitiveness died down. Then, he began to move, slowly at first, allowing himself to accustom to the unfathomable tightness. Shepard quivered beneath him but she obeyed his orders, keeping perfectly quiet. Her obedience was unbelievably arousing. Grunting, he began to pick up his pace, pounding into her snug passage with reckless abandon. It was like nothing he'd ever known before, certainly nothing any turian could ever have offered him. He snarled his pleasure, using her body as roughly as he desired. Her silence impressed him, though the quaking of her body and her ragged breathing betrayed just enough for him to know she was enjoying it too. She was gripping the edge of table desperately, her knuckles white. He wished he could see her face but he didn't think he had the control to pull out and turn her around. Instead, he continued to ravage her from behind, holding nothing back as he pounded a night's frustration away inside of her. His desire began to peak again, the world around them dissolving in a haze of sweet, intoxicating pleasure. Hoarse moans filled the air but they sounded hollow and dissatisfying without hers to echo them.
"Scream for me!" he snarled, angling his thrusts higher in an attempt to goad some noise out of her. She obeyed at once, letting out a keening wail that joined his sounds of pleasure.
"Oh God, Garrus!" she screamed, pushing back deviously on his cock. He snarled again, feeling his next orgasm building. Determined to take her with him this time, he reached around her and slipped a single talon into her pussy. She gasped, arching off the table, and he fingered her mercilessly whilst he fucked her ass, his thumb making lazy circular motions over her clit. She practically sobbed with pleasure, bucking against his vicious dual thrusts. Once, he would have been afraid to take her like this, afraid to hurt her. But the rebuilt woman was stronger than he could have fathomed and he screwed her as hard as he would any turian, growling obscenities into her ear. He was close to the edge now – his thrusts were becoming erratic and he could feel his orgasm looming. He increased his pressure on her clit and sure enough, the walls of her passage began to constrict around his finger. She screamed, a beautiful melodic sound that drove him wild. He thrust roughly once, twice before he joined her in oblivion, shouting her name hoarsely into the space between them as his pleasure blinded him.
"Shepard! Fuck!"
Panting wildly, he collapsed on her back, still filling her, though he'd moved his hands to stroke her sides lazily as he savored his pleasure. She was heaving beneath him, trembling from the force of her own orgasm. When he'd cooled down enough to move, he slipped out of her with a breathless moan, scooping her boneless body up into his arms.
"You are incredible," he sighed, nuzzling into her hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him, her green eyes tired but still sparkling.
"Thank you master," she purred, and she kissed him tenderly on the cheek. He laughed, plucking at the collar around her neck.
"I think we're done with 'master' for now," he chuckled, as he unfastened the clasp to remove it. It fell to the floor, their game over for tonight, and she sighed.
"That was amazing," she smiled and she nuzzled affectionately at his throat, her fingers toying with the sensitive scales on the back of his neck. He hummed his pleasure. "You know, you have quite the commanding streak," she added, as he carried her bridal-style over to the sofa. "Maybe you should be leading this mission."
Garrus laughed wearily, pulling his alien prize into his lap. "I don't think so," he chuckled. "Without you in charge, who'd be around to lead us into crazy and reckless situations?"
Shepard smacked him on the chest but she smiled all the same, curling her cooling body around his torso. He cradled her close and listened to the sound of her breathing as it slowed from active to resting and further still as slumber began to claim her. It was remarkable really how little she breathed when she was sleeping, how her usually thrumming heart slowed almost to a halt. She sighed sweetly against his neck and he let his own heavy eyelids close, lulled by the symphony of her slumber.