Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Ohhhh yeah. So thats- why they had been fighting, Jack remembered now, it was because Miranda was a mega bitch incapable of keeping her mouth shut. But all her insults were nothing to Jack, at least not right now. She was watching very carefully to how the older biotics body was betraying her. From the slight cracks in her voice to the way the pooling biotic energy had dissipated from Mirandas hands, she knew that she had her. Well-almost- had her. There was still fight left in the Operative, Jack liked that, it would have been disappointing if there wasnt. But they were beyond nos, stops, and donts now. Jack had given Miranda a word to use if she really needed it, and now everything else was just going to serve as fuel for the part of Jack that loved to dominate a strong, confident woman in the bedroom. Sex was something that Jack excelled at. She was a good fuck to the point where she prided herself in her inane ability to give pleasure. Miranda could call her a deranged whore all she wanted, it was kind of true. She could try to tear down Jacks self-esteem and attempt to make her feel like shit, but it wasnt going to work. Jack knew, without a doubt, that she held most of the power right now and Miranda couldnt take that away from her. That look up into her cold blue eyes had been all the confirmation Jack had needed. She knew that Miranda was unsure, maybe even a little scared, but most of all she was curious-, hopefully curious to see just what Jack was going to do with all of this power that she held. Her entire life had been an out of control rollercoaster ever since she had been a kid. Maybe that was why this kind of sex was appealing to herthis whole dominantsubmissive clich Jack reveled in it, it was one of the few times she was actually in control. And she had practiced BDSM so many times that she knew what she was doing. She also knew that it was a hell of a lot more than the whips, chains and rough sex that people see in shitty porno vids on the extranet. She had to somehow get Miranda to -trust- her, just enough so that she would share her desireswhich was going to be no easy task, considering Miranda despised her. So maybe shed just have to use the old carrot and stick method to get this stubborn mule of an Operative going. Miranda could be a good girl and go for the carrot, or she could be a bad girl and Jack would beat her with a stick, figuratively, of course. Too bad all her sex toys had been on that space station that she had crashed into a moonshe could really use a riding crop and a vibrator right about now Definitely a ballgag too to keep Miranda's mouth shut... Just gonna have to make do What am I going to do? Jack purred sweetly as her eyes narrowed upon Mirandas. She released the nipple that she had been so tenderly lapping at with her tongue, leaving her saliva to cool over the pebbled flesh as she slid back up the Operative's luscious body. This is why domination works because everything is amplified with the use of its opposite. Pleasure seems so much greater when pain is placed directly next to it as a reference. Im going to get you screaming, one way or another. But its going to be -your- choice whether youre cursing in pain-- Jack grinned, punctuating the word pain by releasing Mirandas pinned wrist and quickly lacing those fingers into the Operatives brown mane. She gave Mirandas hair a rough tug so that her head tilted back, baring her very vulnerable neck and cranking her head back until the muscles in her neck were straining with discomfort. --or crying out in pleasure. And then Jack leaned forward, brushing lips that were surprisingly velvety soft against the sensitive flesh of Mirandas neck. She moved upwards, never quite kissing Miranda, always just teasing her with feather-light touches of lips and tongue upon her throat, along her jawline, and over to her ear where Jack finally stopped moving so that she could whisper softly. By the time Im done with you. Youre going to be begging- me to let you cum. And with that, she lightly bit Mirandas earlobe as she loosened her grip, letting her relax her neck into a more comfortable position. Jack was fairly certain that she could get Mirandas mind so pleasure addled that the Operative would forget all about her, Id rather die than beg you for anything bravado bullshit. So she stayed close to Miranda, drawing the Operative even deeper into the strange intimacy of their very odd situation two women that absolutely loathed one another but both desperately seeking something. Jack needed control, order. And Mirandawellif Jack had to guess, it had to be fairly tiring managing a Cerberus cluster fuck like Miranda did. The Operative could probably use someone to take the reigns, if only for a little while. Because...we both know that you like this, Cheerleader, Im not forcing anything on you that you dont already want. And now she was really- going to test whether Miranda had been feeding her bravado bullshit earlier or not. She let go of her other wrist and brought her left hand downwards. The calloused pads of her fingers skittered down Mirandas body as she relieved the pressure of her thigh that had been both stimulating as well as pinning Mirandas core. Jack slipped her hand between Mirandas legs now that there was space, unable to keep the smug grin off of her pouty lips as her touch was immediately greeted with wetness. Now that Miranda was more or less free, with Jack only having the leverage of her right hand that was still lightly fisting Mirandas hair to create a pleasant bit of tension in her scalp, the younger biotic was -very- aware that shed need to keep giving Mirandas body pleasure so that shed stay relatively docile and refrain from throwing biotically charged punches at Jacks face. So she concentrated, until finally she had managed to get juuuussst enough biotic energy in her own hands that her fingertips lit up with blue light. She began to work the tiny little mass effect fields against Mirandas slick outerlips, only venturing to caress and stroke her needyy clit once the Operative spread her legs apart and gave her a little more access. Still going to be on my ass about how my biotics arent refined? Jack smirked. Of course the only fine-motor control and precision that Jack could manage with her biotics involved sex and not battlefield scenarios. And the effect of the biotic powers she used now were much different than when in a fight. The stimulation was rather pleasant as opposed to violentalmost like vibrating, but not quite. Warm, tingling, like electricity but without the painwellwithout the pain for as long as Jack kept up her concentration and Miranda behaved.