Chapter 11

Amelia
September 3rd, 2190

I did as I was ordered, despite the need surging through my core, not moving as muscle as Garrus walked away, anticipating and dreading what was sure to follow. As he walked back over to the bed, he dropped a pile of rope next to me, confirming my suspicions.

Moving as directed, I shifted to the middle of the bed, my arms stretched above my head, holding onto the metal of the headboard. He quickly secured each wrist to the crossbeam. My legs followed, a rope going around my ankles and another two above and below my knees, welding them together.

He picked my legs off the bed and lifted them towards the headboard, using the short length of rope left to tie a knot around a crossbeam. "Do you remember this?" He asked, spanking my exposed ass before trailing a finger lightly through my folds. The mere touch had me moaning for him.

"Yes…," I moaned in answer, thinking back to that night two years ago.

"Good, but I think I have an improvement." He took the last piece of rope on the bed, doubling it over, looping it through the rope above my knees, down behind my neck, and back, pulling it to where my knees were less than a foot from my face. Wrapping the rest of the rope around the loop to cinch it off, he stepped back to appreciate his work. "How is that?"

"Tight," I moaned, so horny that I could barely formulate words.

"Good. Squirm for me. I want to see how much you can move." Complying, I squirmed halfheartedly, following his directive but not trying to free myself. Garrus clicked, "No, I need to stress test this…." He paused for a moment, "I got it. I'll leave you like that until you've cooled down. How does that sound?"

I immediately tested the anchor points. My hands were immobile, unable to reach the knot behind my wrist. Without them, I couldn't free my ankles.

"Good. Now that I'm sure you can't get away, we can start." I felt a bolt of arousal hit me with his words, terrified of the torture I was undoubtedly about to undergo and excited for everything he would do to me.

-0-

It was a strange feeling, completely helpless and at the mercy of another. Never before had I dreamed of giving up control, but with Garrus, with someone I trusted implicitly, it just felt… right.

My hands dangled uselessly from the headboard, my body folded onto itself, and my legs secured. Garrus was lying on his stomach in front of me, his cowl giving him just enough height that his head was perfectly positioned in front of my pussy. His sandpaper tongue ran long, slow licks over my folds, lapping up my juices and leaving me teetering on the edge of orgasm, waiting just long enough to not push me over the edge. He'd been doing this for over an hour now, and if his subharmonic purring told me anything, he had no intention of stopping soon.

"Fuck…," I begged, uselessly tugging against my binds, "Please let me cum." This was my favorite part, not the immense frustration itself, but the mindblowing orgasm that always followed. The lack of control made it even better, letting me sink into total nirvana once it finally came.

Garrus didn't answer verbally. Instead, he reached his hand up to my boob and pinched my nipple between two fingers, simultaneously licking me again. The sensation tipped me just over the edge, and I cried out, but instead of the explosion of pleasure I was expecting, it fizzled out, and I was just as frustrated as before.

Garrus hummed in pleasure at his machinations, placing a finger under me to catch mefluids as they leaked out. "You bastard!" I yelled, not an ounce of malice in my voice. I gave a mighty struggle against the ropes but didn't budge an inch.

"What?" He asked, feigning ignorance, "You begged to cum. Did you not get what you wanted?"

"No! You ruined my orgasm! Ughhhh - mmpf!" I was silenced as he pressed a gag into my mouth, the red rubber ball muffling my protest.

"Shhh," He said, tipping my head forward to tie the latex straps behind it, followed by slipping a blindfold over my eyes. "Don't worry. There is more where that came from."

No longer able to see, I couldn't brace myself, and no longer able to talk, I consigned myself to frustrated whimpers. I could hear him moving around the bedroom but couldn't figure out what he was doing.

A few minutes later, by my estimation, he returned to the bed, placed an object between my legs, and began tying another rope midway up my thighs to hold it in place. As he tied the not, I realized it was my vibrator he had tied down. This would either be amazing or the purest form of torture.

He walked to the head of the bed, squeezing my boob as he passed, eliciting a moan. "Enjoy," He said, placing audio dampeners over my ears and switching them on. The wand came to life a moment later, but it only took a second to realize it was on its lowest setting, nowhere near enough to make me cum.

Garrus

I watched Amelia squirm for about an hour, drinking the delicious sound of her teetering on the edge, unable to get the final sensation needed. Every once in a while, I'd pinch her, tickle her, or tease her thigh with a mandible, causing her to immediately tumble into another unsatisfying orgasm, crying out and begging for me to fuck her.

Another hour or two should build her up enough.

Amelia

Ten. Ten orgasms ruined. I had no idea how long I'd been tied up or how long the wand had been running. I only knew for sure that I had just had my tenth ruined orgasm of the night.

Never in my life had I felt so depleted and yet so in need of more. Part of me wanted out, and another just couldn't wait to see what else he had in store for me.

The pressure of his weight moved the bed under me, and he, thank Christ, finally turned the wand off. I'd probably lose my mind if I suffered another ruined orgasm.

I felt the rough skin of his leathery hand grab hold of my knees as he inched closer to me, and then there was a feeling of something touching my forsaken pussy. The wand rumbled back to life, causing me to sink into despair until I felt his cock on my opening. His cock pushed in slowly, my walls tightening around him like a hangman's noose. I screamed into the gag, crying out his name as I had the most explosive orgasm I'd ever felt. Never in my life had something felt as good as him sheathing himself into me.

He paused, taking his hands off my knees to yank the gag out of my mouth. If he said anything, I didn't hear him.

The wand then turned to its highest setting as Garrus started to move again, and I had exploded before he had even pulled back fully. Once again, I screamed his name, no gag muffling the sound this time, quickly falling into a post-orgasmic bliss, losing any sense of time or direction.

-0-

"That… was amazing," I said, still breathing heavily from the myriad of intense orgasms. The vibrator had mercifully ceased, and Garrus had removed the audio dampeners from my ears.

His hand came down on my ass hard, no doubt leaving a handprint behind. "We aren't finished yet, baby."

"Huh?" My mind was still clouded in pleasure.

"You aren't getting out until you've had at least as many full orgasms as ruined ones. By my count, you have eight more, and I will enjoy giving you every single one."

"Oh, fuck…," Came my involuntary response as his hands ventured over my stomach and boobs and his cock pushed back inside me.

"Remember, use your safe word if you don't want anymore. Understand?" His cock hit my g-spot perfectly while his hands kneaded my tits, and his teeth nipped at the back of my knee. All the sensations made me cry out and cum again instantly. "Understood?" He repeated.

"Don't stop!" I begged, "Please, Garrus! Give me more!"

Garrus

Sex with Amelia had always been the best I've ever had in my life, but nights like these, it truly entered another stratosphere. I love how receptive she is to my machinations, allowing me to tie her up and tease her mercilessly for over three hours, ruining ten of her orgasms before finally giving her a mind-shattering one, followed quickly by nine more.

She was like putty as I carried her into the shower, limply hanging onto my neck with one arm until I sat her on the shower floor. When I returned with towels a moment later, she was sitting cross-legged, a wide smile on her face, her cheeks shining with a postcoital glow.

"Hey." She said as I stepped inside the glass surround.

"Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Well fucked," Her hand brushed over her pussy, taking some of the remaining cum on a finger and bringing it to her mouth seductively.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Fuck yes," She said, rising on her knees and pulling me down to sit on the bench in the shower, her hands intentionally resting on the most sensitive part of my waist. "I came twenty times, and you only came three times." She moved between my legs and brought her tongue along my cock."

"Fuck…," I rumbled, leaning back into the glass wall.

"I owe you seventeen blowjobs…," She trailed off, taking my cock into her mouth and letting it pop out, "I'd love to give you the rest while you're at work…. Maybe hide under your desk and pay back my debt?"

"Oh, you're bad…," I start, but her lips are on me again, and I choke on a sudden moan.

"Maybe you could tie me up under your desk and use me as your please?"

"Oh, fuck…," I moan again as she takes me into her mouth earnestly, humming alongside me as if she's getting as much pleasure from this as I am. "I think we can do that…."