Surprises

For Adrian Shepard, the days since she first landed on Illium had been the hardest of all her renewed life. There she had been, in Liara's office, kissing her... and then little more than exchanging information, albeit critical information. Then it was right back to the mission, no time to spare; neither the assassin nor Justicar would wait. After they joined up, Adrian fully expected to get at least one night... but, of course, there was a distress call to answer. Right back off planet, quite the wrong way in her book.
It was not until after the trip through the Omega-4 relay that the Normandy had time to finally make an extended stop. Thus the crew got much-needed shore leave... and so did Shepard. Dr. T'soni's recent enterprises allowed her a fair share of influence, and so they reminisced over a meal at one of Nos Astra's most gourmet restaurants. A stroll around town led, at last, to the place the Spectre had wanted to visit since she first set foot on Illium.

“Wow, Liara,” Adrian let out a soft whistle as she stepped into the apartment. “Definitely above your old pay grade.”

“It would be out of place for someone of my standing to not have luxurious quarters.” Liara continued onward into the main living area, towards the obviously well-stocked bar. She smiled as Shepard made herself at home on the couch. Just like her.

Liara floated a pair of glasses over from a shelf, meanwhile uncorking a bottle of an expensive wine and pouring herself a glass. “Would you like a drink, Adrian?”

Shepard shook her head, patting the cushion next to her. “Not yet. I've got a few other things on my mind.” Liara easily recognized the woman's ready-for-sex smirk. It looked good on her, especially there leaning back in that revealing black dress. “Come on over here and consummate our reunion, Li.”

The asari giggled. The commander was as forward as ever. She took a slow sip from her glass, then set it back down and sauntered toward Shepard, purple dress complimenting blue skin. Rather than sit in the suggested spot, Liara moved to straddle the woman's lap, smirking. Shepard raised an eyebrow. She was the one who called the shots in the bedroom, not Liara.

“Li? I wanted you next to me, not...” She lost the rest of her sentence as Liara pressed into a sudden kiss. Unexpected, but not unpleasant. Adrian brought her arms up to pull Liara in tight. As she did so, the asari pullled away, leaning back to look down upon her lover. Shepard let her arms drop back down, then reached a hand up towards Liara's breasts. But it never arrived.

Shepard let out a startled gasp as her arms were pulled straight out to the side, held to the back of the sofa as if bound. “Honey...?” Shepard wasn't unfamiliar with biotic bondage. Liara wasn't the first Asari she had been with, after all. She instinctively tugged at the force holding her in place, knowing already it would be futile. “What are you doing?”

Liara said nothing, instead leaning down to plant a soft kiss on the bound Spectre's forehead. She then slid back off of Shepard's lap and back over to the bar. Still silent, she lifted her wine glass for another long sip, watching Shepard. The human stared back, waiting for Liara to do something more than just drink in silence. “Liara...”

“Two years is a long time, Adrian.” Liara set her now empty glass down. “Don't worry, I still very much love you.” She leaned against the bar, hands on the edge. “But... I've changed since you died. I'm not the awkward archaeologist who got herself trapped in a security field, anymore.”
“Liara...”

“You lit a fire in me, Adrian. It took these last two years for it to burn to the surface. And now I'm going to make you mine.”

Shepard sat still as Liara again approached her. She knew the asari had changed, but this... “Liara, what...” Her words turned to a gasp as Liara slapped her across the face.

“Shut up, slave.”

Slave? Had Liara really just called her that? Anger rushed to face. “Liara, stop this right now. I don't know what you think you're doing, but...” Again, a slap cut her off

“I told you to shut up.” Liara grabbed her captive's chin, forcing her to look straight at her. “We've got a lot to do if you can't obey such a simple fucking command, slave.” This time, the slap came as soon as Shepard opened her mouth. Since when did Liara swear? “Speak only if spoken to. Understood?”

Shepard glared at her lover. This wasn't what she had planned. Liara should be the one tied down, with her giving the instructions...

“Liara, let...” another attempt at protest was met with sharp pain.

“The answer I was looking for was 'yes, mistress.'”

Even as her indignation boiled, Shepard felt a slight dampening in her panties. Shit, was she really enjoying this? It was true she had played the submissive role with other lovers, but...

“Yes, mistress.” The words came out on the own, in direct opposition to Shepard's intent. Liara smiled.

“Good girl. Now, I believe you're rather overdressed.” Liara made a sharp gesture across the room. Shepard's eyes widened as she watched her formal dress tear free from her body, followed by her expensive lacy panties. Reflexively, her legs tried to close, only to be instead spread further and held there; her nipples hardened in the cool air. Shepard blushed. Usually, nudity didn't bother her in the least—the frequent result of growing up on starships. But, here, spread in front of the still-clothed Liara...

“You didn't have to ruin my damn clothes! Those were fucking expensive!” She braced herself for the certainly following slap, only for it not to come. Instead, Liara just smirked.

“They were in the way.” She lightly ran a hand along the edge of Shepard's right breast, circling towards the nipple, but not quite touching. Despite herself, the bound woman let out soft moan. Liara grinned. “You have such wonderful breasts, pet. They will be so much fun to play with.”

Shepard again tried to tug on the force holding her in place, obtaining no more than a jiggle in her bust. “Liara, this has gone on long enough. Let me... RRGH!” Liara had a tight grasp on her nipple, pulling and twisting.

“I've already told you,” a harder tug. “To call me Mistress.” She grabbed the other nipple, pulling both back, turning her hands viciously to the side. “Understand?”Shepard grimaced, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

“Nn. Yes, Mistress.” Shepard panted the words out, arching her back upwards as far as she could. Even still, the pain sent sparks down to her core. “I'm sorry, Mistress.”

As if by magic, Liara released her grip. Shepard collapsed back onto the couch, breathing heavily. “Li... Mistress, you're serious, aren't you?”

Liara grinned again, gently rubbing the now-sore nipples. “You're finally catching on, slave.” She slid her hand down the naked human's body, stopping just above her bare folds. “I'm glad you still shave, pet.” Teasingly, she dragged a single fingertip down across Shepard's slit, pushing ever so slowly inside, eliciting a soft exhalation “Now what is this? Enjoying yourself despite your protests?” To Shepard's disappointment, she withdrew the sticky finger, licking it clean. She did love that taste.“Well?”

Adrian blushed deeper. Damnit, there was no hiding that, not from the moment Liara had stripped her. There was no way out, now. Her body had betrayed her, and there was no turning back. Still, after being so accustomed to the top, it would not be easy to give in. And so she only faintly whispered “Yes, Mistress.”

Liara shook her head. “I can't her you, slave.” She slapped Adrian hard across the breasts.

“Ah! Yes, Mistress!” When had Liara gotten so strong?

“Yes to what, slave?” Another slap, from the opposite direction. Adrian squirmed.

“Yes, I'm enjoying it, Mistress.” She yelped again, her mistress still not satisfied.

“Specifics, Adrian.”

“Yes, I enjoy having you dominate me, Mistress!” This time, Liara grinned and leaned in to kiss her naked slave.

“Glad to hear it.” She ran her fingers through the human's hair. “The fun's just getting started...”


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