Chair

“Do you feel it yet, Shepard?” Liara’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of authority. She stepped closer, her bare feet padding softly against the cold metal floor of the medical bay. Her fingers trailed along Shepard’s trembling thigh, the touch light but deliberate. “The program is working its way through your system. Resisting it will only make it worse.”

Shepard gritted her teeth, her hands gripping the edge of the medical table until her knuckles turned white. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight with a pulsing, electric current that seemed to flow directly from Liara’s fingertips. She tried to focus, to anchor herself in the reality of what was happening, but the more she fought, the more the program seemed to tighten its grip. Her breath hitched as Liara’s fingers moved higher, tracing the curve of her hip with a possessive familiarity.

“Why are you doing this?” Shepard managed to **** out, her voice strained and uneven. She turned her head to meet Liara’s gaze, her eyes searching for some hint of the woman she once knew. But the asari’s expression was unreadable, her blue eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and something darker—something Shepard couldn’t quite place.

“Because you’re mine,” Liara replied simply, her tone calm but laced with an edge that sent a shiver down Shepard’s spine. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear as she spoke. “You’ve always been mine, Shepard. You just needed to be reminded.”

Liara’s hands were everywhere, her touch both soothing and electrifying as she worked the restraints around Shepard’s wrists and ankles. The blindfold had already been secured, plunging Shepard into a darkness that only heightened her other senses. She could feel the cool metal of the table beneath her, the way it contrasted with the warmth of Liara’s skin. She could hear the quiet rustle of fabric as Liara moved, the faint hum of the ship’s systems in the background. And she could feel—every brush of Liara’s fingers, every shift of her weight, every exhale of her breath against Shepard’s skin.

“You’re doing so well,” Liara murmured, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Shepard’s spine. Her hands moved lower, tracing the curve of Shepard’s hips before settling on her thighs. “Just a little more, and then you’ll see. You’ll understand.”

Shepard’s breath hitched as Liara’s fingers dipped between her legs, the touch light but deliberate. She tried to squirm, to pull away, but the restraints held her firmly in place. The program—Liara’s program—was everywhere, flooding her system with a warmth that made it impossible to think, impossible to resist. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with a need she couldn’t ignore.

“That’s it,” Liara coaxed, her voice soft but commanding. “Let go, Shepard. Let me take care of you.”

Shepard’s head fell back against the table as the sensations overwhelmed her, her body arching as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. She was powerless, completely at Liara’s mercy, and for the first time, she didn’t want to fight it. She wanted—needed—to surrender.

“Good girl,” Liara purred, her lips brushing against Shepard’s ear. “You’re mine now, Shepard. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Liara stepped back, her eyes sweeping over Shepard’s restrained form with a satisfaction that made her heart race. She reached for the final piece of the puzzle—a device she’d been working on for weeks, something that would bind Shepard to her in a way that no one else could. It was a chair, but not just any chair. This was something... special.

“Now,” Liara said, her voice low and sultry as she stepped closer, “let’s see how well you can serve me.”

Shepard’s breath hitched as Liara’s hands settled on her shoulders, guiding her into position. The chair was cold against her skin, but the warmth of Liara’s touch made it impossible to focus on anything else. She was helpless, completely at the mercy of the woman she’d once trusted with her life. And as Liara’s lips brushed against her ear, whispering words that sent a shiver down her spine, Shepard realized that she wouldn’t have it any other way.