AN: Smut ahead.

Chapter 41

Amelia
August 18th, 2192

We arrived on Palaven last night and spent the night with Castis, who was over the moon to see his grandchildren after four months. Castis stole them from our arms when the morning came and promised to spoil them senseless, causing Gaius and Octavia to squeal in glee.

Garrus looked at me, confusion in his eyes, and all I could do was shrug. He'd told me plenty of stories of how poorly his dad treated him as a kid and couldn't align the man from his memories with how his father acted now. They were entirely different people.

With the kids sorted, we piled into our aircar and started towards the new house. I had put it out of my mind for the duration of the vacation, always one to not think about things lest I become too excited, but now I was floating on air. My husband, my bondmate, the love of my life, had built me a home, something that I would love, and I couldn't wait any longer to see it.

Garrus parked out front, giving me my first glimpse of the house. It was massive, taking up almost all of the land behind the secluded beach, standing at least three stories tall. Like our residence while Garrus was Primarch, a large portion of the outer walls were glass, allowing an indescribably beautiful view of the beach, ocean, and surrounding cliffs.

Garrus nudged me, shaking me out of my daze, taking my hand and saying, "Ready, Amatra?"

(- - - -)

I'm awestruck by the time Garrus finishes the grand tour. Like always, he has immaculately planned everything and knows exactly what I want without ever even asking. I almost keel over when we finally reached our bedroom, which took up the entire third floor. A bed sat central in the room, having the usual accompanying furniture, but what immediately drew my eye was the patio.

A glass wall separated the cool, air-conditioned interior from the private patio, which sported a direct line of sight out of the sheltered harbor into the water. Garrus wrapped his arm around me and pointed towards the beach. "Every night, you can watch Trebia fade over the horizon." He nips my earlobe lightly, "I hear you like those."

"This is… I don't know what to say, Garrus…." A tear rolls down my cheek. "Thank you."

"Amelia, you never have to thank me for anything. You deserve the world, and I will give it to you." He wraps me in a hug, one that I eagerly return.

Dammit, even though I have become a lot more emotional since becoming a mother, I still don't like crying, even if it is tears of joy. "God, I love you so much." My chest swells, hurting with how little those words express my feelings. No words could ever describe what I feel for Garrus.

"I love you too, more than you could ever know."

I place my hand on his chest, pushing out of the hug just enough to look into his beautiful blue eyes, gazing down at me with a seemingly endless level of love, "I love it here, Garrus, but you know I could live anywhere as long as you and the kids were with me."

"I know. But you deserve the best."

"When did we become so sappy?" I ask, deflecting with humor, trying to reign in some tears before I turn into a living waterfall. "I swear we used to be badasses."

Garrus huffs, "We'll always be badasses. We've cemented that much, surely."

I laugh, "C'mon, Big Guy, let's make this house a home."

(- - - -)

With the spectacular sunset over, I make a beeline to the luxurious tub in the master bathroom and immediately start filling it.

I feel the stress leave my body in a rush as I slip out of my clothes and into the water, slipping down the edge until my head was barely above the soapy water. Oh… This is nice. It's been a long time since I've had a bath as they aren't common on warships or planets with a species adverse to bodies of water larger than a puddle. Garrus must've had this shipped from Earth, and damn, was it worth every credit.

"Amelia?" Garrus calls from inside the bedroom. I never understood how someone so big was so damn quiet, but that didn't matter now. What mattered now was getting my hunky, seven-foot-something turian into this tub with me, so we could both enjoy the fruits of his labor.

"In here!" I call back, raising myself slightly out of the tub and strategically placing my boobs just peeking above the water.

Garrus pads in a few seconds later and spots me in the tub, the view accomplishing exactly what I wanted it to, his erection emerging and pressing against his pants. "Hmmm," He hums, "So my plan to have you relaxed, naked, and pliable worked, I see?"

"Yep," I answer, pulling my elbows in and squeezing my boobs together. "There's room for one more if you want to join…."

He has a conflicted look on his face for a moment before it resolves into a smile while he begins to strip, "Only you could convince me to get into a bath, Ame."

"There are only benefits to it…," I tease, "Hot, relaxing water, horny human wife. Slip in behind me and grope my boobs while I give you a nice, slow handjob." By the end, he's growling, urgently ripping his shirt off and throwing it away. I lean forward, letting him step in behind me, a smirk dancing on my lips and a mental note to chalk one up for me.

Once he's settled, he's clearly a bigger fan of the whole tub thing. I made the water hot enough for both of us, hoping for this eventuality, and I got what I wanted. Leaning back into him, I guide his hands to my tits, and he eagerly takes over, squeezing and rubbing, flicking my nipple ever so often, only increasing in intensity when I wrap my hands around his throbbing cock.

"Spirits, humans are onto something with this bath thing. Let's sell a bunch and make millions," He grunts, moaning as my hands slowly massage his length.

"Handjobs not included," I reply, deadpan, and he drops his head back to laugh, the rich sound washing over me and making me more wanton for his touch.

His head returns to the crook of my neck, biting and licking it and my shoulder, "No, I'm keeping those all for myself."

We relaxed in the tub for another half an hour, and I leaned back against my hard, plated, yet still comfortable man, tugging his dick the whole time, but never enough to make him cum. I'm going to pay for that sooner rather than later, and I'll probably enjoy every second of it, but for now, I've won. He's wrapped around my finger, and I could ask him for anything… Time to deliver the final blow.

"Hey, do you wanna get out of here? You can towel me off, take me to that luxurious bed, tie me up really tight, and do whatever you want with me?" It was merciless, and I felt his cock jump in my hands, but hey, I know what I want.

"Anything I want? You're playing a dangerous game, Ame." He growls, standing up with me in his arms in one fluid motion.

(- - - -)

"Make it tight," I order as he sets the ropes onto the bed in front of me.

"Always, baby." His voice has dropped an octave, and it's dripping with lust. I feel heat run to my core at the sound, and I'm soaked in seconds.

Garrus was immaculately ready for my needs, spinning me around and telling me to put my arms behind my back and hold the opposite elbow. He grabs a long piece of rope and begins wrapping it under my boobs, doubling back and over the top before cinching the harness by going over my shoulders. The rope rubbed deliciously against my skin and squeezed my breasts perfectly, making my nipples harden. He then takes the remainder of the harness rope and wraps it around my forearms, anchoring them to my back. Retrieving another bundle, he takes it around my biceps, intertwining it with the harness and making triply sure my arms won't leave.

He picks me up and lays me down on the bed, quickly taking more rope and tying my ankles spreadeagle to the posts on the bedframe. He walks up next to me, another length of rope in his hands, "We've never tried this before, so I wanted to make sure it was okay. I want to tie this rope around your neck. It won't be enough to choke you on its own, but you won't be able to raise your neck."

I'm breathing heavily by the time he finishes, "Do it. I trust you."

Garrus

It's a heady feeling when a woman as beautiful and strong as Amelia wants you, even more heady when she is naked waiting for you, and more when she has rope in her hand while she wants you.

That woman let me take the reigns, tie her up tightly, and is now waiting for me to do what I please to her. I could torture her, or I could make her scream in pleasure, or I could do both.

Both sounds good.

I lie beside her on the bed, resting my head on my elbow, just watching her for a few minutes. She looks back at me, making small, helpless noises while she tries to wiggle out of the rope. My free hand begins to roam, starting at her mouth, where she sucks on it for a second before I trail it down her chest, down to her clit, and inside her pussy.

Spirits, she is wet, and the way her body clenches around my finger…. I lean forward and kiss her, and kiss that she returns with vigor, moaning into my mouth as my wayward finger moves around inside her. When I break the kiss, she naturally tries to follow me, choking herself on the rope as he body rises.

"Scream from me, baby," I order, ramping up my finger movement. She does, the load moan driving me to go faster, to push her closer to the edge until I find that sweet spot right before she cums, and I stop, relishing in her frustrated groan when my finger leaves her.

"Garrus…," She whines, struggling fruitlessly against the binds and choking herself on the neck rope again.

"No, no, no," I tease, brushing my wet finger up her stomach, "Not yet. You'll cum in time, my love, but not yet." I could tell by her look that she understood it was an order, and not obeying would have repercussions. I plan on giving her a mind-shattering orgasm, but I want to build up to that.

"Yes, sir," The way she says it makes my cock even harder than I thought it could be.

"Now I want you to suck my dick." All she did in reply was lick her lips. "Fuck…," I moan, even harder now. Without another word, I straddle her and present the object of her desire to her. She leans up to accept but is stopped short by the neck rope. I chuckle lightly and inch forward, allowing her to take it in her mouth but not bob her head like she normally would. She takes the challenge in stride, using nothing but her tongue to coax me to an orgasm.

When I take my cock from her mouth, she sticks out her tongue, my white seed starkly contrasting with the pink flesh. It's withdrawn just as quickly, and she swallows before showing it again, now empty. Fuck, even tied and helpless, she's the most dangerous woman in the galaxy.

"Can I please cum, sir?"

"No, and you'll only be waiting longer every time you ask."

"Oh, fuck." She moans, squirming but not getting any closer to freeing herself. I made sure of that; every single knot was on the front of her body. She's mine until I decide otherwise.

Amelia

God damn that stupid fucking turian. That stupid sexy fucking turian who tortures me…. FUCK, it's so hot, I want more, but I just want to cum. This vibrator he is holding to my pussy is driving me insane, sitting right on my sweet spot but nowhere near enough to push me over the edge; just leave me maddeningly close. I swear it's been hours, and every time I get close, he takes the vibe away and waits for me to cool off, to fall away from the edge.

I love this, and I fucking hate that I love it, and I hate that I hate that I love it. Ugh!

It's been a few minutes since my last edge, and Garrus walks back with the vibrator in hand, looking mightily pleased that I haven't escaped, came, or otherwise circumvented my torture. I couldn't get out, and he knows that, but it still pleases him, and truthfully, even if I could squirm out, I probably wouldn't.

As if I ever could. The neck rope stops me from sitting up more than two inches, my arms are bound incredibly tightly, albeit comfortably, behind my back, and my legs are tied spread. It embodies my husband's nature perfectly. Immaculately prepared, perfectly executed, and incredibly hot.

He inspects me slowly, his cobalt eyes moving up and down my sweat-sheened, desperate nakedness. I whimper and buck my hips, fruitlessly trying to coax him to fuck me, but he just laughs.

"Not yet, baby," His hands slide over my breasts, the electric touch bringing my looming orgasm back to the front of my mind. He flicks the vibe to a higher setting when he holds it down. It's not long before my body threatens mutiny, and Garrus notices. "Do not cum." I hold back, unsure whether I did it because I wanted to or because he told me not to. I, Commander Amelia Shepard, Scourge of the Reapers and savior of the galaxy three times over, have turned into a little rope slut for Garrus, and I fucking love it.

"Why?" I beg.

"Because I said so, and there'll be repercussions if you cum before I say you can." He squeezes my boob and leans down to pinch my nipple between his lip plates, the sudden rush of pain nearly causing me to spill, but I clench my core until it subsides. Fuck, he has me wrapped around his finger.

Garrus smirks at me, "Good girl." His leathery hands are all over my skin again, dotting me with light bites on my thighs as he removes the vibe. "Spirits, Ame... You're so wet. Mmmm, you smell so delicious."

Fuck… Fuck fuck fuck… Getting fingered and not cumming, I can deal with that. Having a vibe on a low setting torture me for God knows how long; that sucked, but I'll get through it. Garrus's long, rough, perfect tongue lapping the juices from my lips… there's no way I'll make it. The first lick hits me like a dump truck, making me scream, arch my back, and choke myself on the neck rope simultaneously. He continues, slowly running his tongue into my opening, giving me ample time between each to cool down.

"Don't come, baby," He reminds me between licks, "You will enjoy the punishment far less than this."

After another few tortuous licks, he climbs over me, stopping any protests ready to leave my mouth with a deep kiss. He's right; I can taste the arousal on his tongue. Well, even if my brain isn't enjoying the torture, my body certainly is.

Garrus pulls his shorts down, positioning himself in front of my mouth. I eagerly take him in, unable to resist a chance to make him cum.

"Spirits, Ame… oh!" It feels good to know I still have him wrapped around my finger too. Even immobilized, I can provide him intense pleasure. It's not long before he spills into my mouth, and I swallow every drop, licking my lips for good measure.

A few seconds later, he's in between my legs again, positioning his impressive, swollen, blue cock at my entrance, pulling my hips and pushing inside me. The feeling is indescribable, and my muscles are clenching around him in seconds, threatening mutiny.

"Garrus… please… please let me cum."

And then I hear my two least favorite words, "Not yet."

I whimper and struggle, totally under his mercy and scared shitless of whatever punishment he has in store, but I hold on. My orgasm is at the door, banging on the other side, begging to be let out, but I clench and hold back. Garrus drives into me relentlessly, his moans turning into growls as he approaches yet another orgasm. If he cums in me, no promises of punishment, no amount of obedience, nothing could stop my orgasm then. All I can do is silently beg that he shows me mercy.

He spills into me, losing more control than I've ever seen. My orgasm is coming now, and there is no stopping it; try as I might. The wave approaches as he looks at me, "Cum."

Pleasure rocks my body, tsunamis of it washing out of me in a neverending flow. I can't count how many orgasms I have in rapid succession, and Garrus is more than willing to ride through them all, having at least one more for himself. No more than two minutes later, I am rendered a puddle on the bed, mind broken and body quivering with aftershocks.

It takes a few minutes before I rejoin reality, brought back by Garrus's hand on my body again. "How do you feel?"

"Incredible… That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

"Good… All that torturing was hard work. Now, do you want more, or do you want to be let out?"

My core heats up immediately. My mind might not be ready for whatever he has in store for round two, but my body is sending a clear message. "I always need more from you, sir." I've been submissive to Garrus for years, but I can see a fire light in his eyes when I call him sir.

"Good girl," He purrs, moving to stand next to my head. "First, you need to taste the mess you just made." He gathers some of our combined cum on his fingers and rubs it onto his dick.