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Kasumi's question hung in the air, a tantalizing offer wrapped in a veil of control. Shepard's breath quickened at the thought of being untied, but the lingering thrill of vulnerability made her hesitate.

"Leave them on,” Shepard whispered, her voice a mixture of desire and submission.

A wicked gleam sparked in Kasumi's eyes as she complied with Shepard's request, her fingers deftly teasing the sensitive buds of Shepard's nipples. The sudden pinch sent a jolt of electric pleasure coursing through Shepard's body, igniting a fire that burned hot and bright within her.

"You like that, don't you, Pet?" Kasumi's eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned in closer to Shepard, her warm breath caressing Shepard's ear. "I think I'll tell the others you love to be bound," she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur that sent a thrill down Shepard's spine.

Before Shepard could respond, Kasumi's hand came down sharply on Shepard's exposed ass, the sting of the slap mingling with a rush of pleasure that coursed through her body. Shepard's breath caught in her throat, a mixture of surprise and arousal evident in her wide eyes.

"Well, keep the cuffs on all the time," Kasumi commanded, her tone firm and authoritative.

Kasumi sits on a chair and spreads her legs. "Get to work slut," she giggles.

Her laughter dances through the room, laced with mischief and desire, as Shepard sinks to her knees before the alluring thief. The cool leather of the cuffs presses against Shepard's wrists, a constant reminder of her submission, as she obediently moves between Kasumi's spread legs.

The thief's scent, a heady mix of jasmine and spice, envelops Shepard as she leans forward, her breath ghosting over the delicate skin of Kasumi's inner thighs. With a flicker of anticipation in her eyes, Shepard's lips part, and she traces a path of feathery kisses along the thief's smooth skin.

Shepard's lips trail along Kasumi's inner thighs, leaving a trail of teasing kisses that elicit soft gasps from the thief. The scent of jasmine and spice fills Shepard's senses, heightening the intensity of the moment as she leans in closer, desire coiling in her belly.

With a hunger that burns brightly within her, Shepard's lips find the apex of Kasumi's thighs, parting them gently as she dives in with unrestrained fervor. The taste of Kasumi's skin against her tongue is intoxicating, a heady mix of sweetness and desire that ignites a fire within her core.

Across the dimly lit room, Kasumi's body arched with pleasure as Shepard's skilled ministrations sent waves of ecstasy through her. The thief's gasps mingled with soft moans as Shepard's lips and tongue worked their magic, tracing intricate patterns of desire along Kasumi's quivering flesh.

Kasumi's fingers tangled in Shepard's hair, urging her on with a mix of need and delight. "Wow, Shep," Kasumi moaned, her voice husky with desire. "You really love your job!"

Shepard couldn't believe she agreed to this in the first place, but now, as she knelt before Kasumi, her senses ablaze with desire and submission, she didn't want to do anything else. The thrill of being the ship's pet coursed through her veins, igniting a hunger she never knew she had.

Every touch, every command from Kasumi sent a shiver of pleasure down Shepard's spine, her body responding eagerly to the thief's playful dominance. The leather cuffs around her wrists reminded her of her surrender, a potent symbol of her desire to be controlled.

As Shepard continued to worship at Kasumi's feet, her mind clouded with need and anticipation.

Kasumi's body tensed with unrestrained pleasure as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her breath hitching in a symphony of blissful moans that filled the dimly lit room. Her fingers clenched spasmodically in Shepard's hair, guiding her with urgent need as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

With a sharp cry that echoed through the room, Kasumi arched her back, her body trembling with the **** of her release. The thief's gasps were music to Shepard's ears, a symphony of desire and pleasure that fueled her own hunger for more.

Shepard's skilled ministrations continued unabated, her tongue tracing patterns of intricate desire along Kasumi's quivering flesh.

Kasumi's body relaxed against the chair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Very good, pet," she sighed happily, her voice filled with contentment. She reached out to pat Shepard's head affectionately, the gesture a mix of praise and possession.

Shepard's heart swelled with a strange mix of emotions - pride at having pleased Kasumi, a sense of fulfillment at fulfilling her duties, and a lingering ache of desire that still burned within her. The leather cuffs around her wrists felt like marks of her submission, a reminder of the pleasure and vulnerability she had experienced.

As Kasumi gave Shepard permission to rest until her services were needed again, Shepard's mind buzzed with a flurry of thoughts.