BDSM

Liara’s fingers tightened around Shepard’s throat, her touch firm but not crushing. The pressure sent a rush of heat flooding through Shepard’s body, her breath hitching as her vision blurred. “Tell me, Shepard,” Liara murmured, her voice low and commanding, “do you trust me?”

Shepard’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Her mind was a storm of conflict—her instincts screaming at her to resist, to fight back, but her body… her body betrayed her. A deep, primal part of her craved this, craved the control Liara was exerting over her. “I…” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Liara, I… I don’t know…”

Liara’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. “You do know,” she whispered, her breath hot against Shepard’s ear. “You’re just afraid to admit it. But you don’t have to fight it anymore. Let me take care of you.”

Shepard’s pulse quickened, her body arching instinctively toward Liara as her fingers trailed lower, skimming the edge of her uniform. “Please…” she breathed, the word barely audible.

“Please what?” Liara purred, her gaze locked on Shepard’s. “Say it.”

Shepard hesitated, her chest heaving as she struggled to form the words. But the program—Liara’s program—had taken hold, flooding her system with raw, unrelenting desire. “Please… take control,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Liara’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good girl,” she murmured, her lips brushing against Shepard’s neck. “Now, let’s see just how much you can take.”

Liara’s hands moved with purpose, deftly removing Shepard’s uniform until she was bare before her. The cool air of the medical bay washed over Shepard’s exposed skin, sending a shiver through her. Liara stepped back, her gaze raking over Shepard’s body with a hunger that made Shepard’s breath catch.

“Beautiful,” Liara murmured, her voice low and sultry. “But not quite perfect. Not yet.”

Shepard’s heart raced as Liara retrieved a sleek black collar from a nearby drawer. The sight of it sent a jolt of anticipation through her, her body responding instinctively as Liara approached. “This,” Liara said, holding the collar up for Shepard to see, “will mark you as mine. Do you understand?”

Shepard nodded, her breath hitching as Liara fastened the collar around her neck. The cool metal pressed against her skin, a constant reminder of Liara’s control. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Good,” Liara purred, her fingers brushing lightly against the collar. “Now, let’s see how obedient you can be.”

Liara’s hands moved lower, her touch igniting a fire deep within Shepard. She moaned, her body arching toward Liara as her fingers explored her, teasing and taunting her with every touch. “Liara…” she gasped, her voice trembling with desire. “Please… don’t stop…”

“Oh, I’m only getting started,” Liara murmured, her voice low and commanding. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Shepard’s ear. “We’re going to push you to your limits, Shepard. And I want you to remember who’s in control.”

Shepard’s breath hitched, her mind clouded with desire as Liara’s hands explored her body, her touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She wanted to resist, to fight back, but the program—Liara’s program—had taken hold, flooding her system with raw, unrelenting need. She arched her back, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Liara’s lips found her neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Liara…” Shepard moaned, her voice trembling with desire. “Please… don’t stop…”

Liara’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Shepard’s ear. “Do you trust me?” she murmured, her voice low and commanding.

Shepard hesitated for a moment, her mind a storm of conflict. But then she nodded, her breath hitching as she whispered, “Yes.”

“Good,” Liara purred, her fingers tightening their grip on Shepard’s collar. “Then let’s see how much you can take.” Her hands moved lower, her touch igniting a fire deep within Shepard. “You’re mine now, Shepard. And I intend to make the most of it.”