Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

For a moment she thought she actually had Miranda. The way she spread her legs, offering up her sex for more attention, allowing Jack to play and tease with her clit as much as she pleased...she was sure that her little prisoner would submit to all the pleasures that the experienced Convict could offer. But Miranda ended up snapping her legs shut in protest, making Jack growl softly as she quickly realized that she was going to be fought with every step of the way. Her mind was already starting to switch gears as soon as the Operative began to act out, trying to gather herself and adjust her methods in order to get Miranda to submit some other way. As her mind scrambled to grasp onto a new plan, Miranda's knee connected with her stomach, forcing her off of the downed Operative. Nnnggff... Jack grunted at the burst of pain and she immediately went into fight mode. Calloused hands clenched into fists on instinct, ready to start throwing punches, though rather than let loose and pummel Miranda, it just ended up reinforcing the tight grip on the soaked strands of dark brown hair for the moment. Stubborn bitch. Jack growled as she rolled off of Miranda and onto her knees, into a less vulnerable position. Dark eyes quickly flicked around the room, trying to find -something-, anything she could use against the Operative. But there was nothing in this goddamn bathroom for her to use, everything was bolted down. Son of a bitch... Jack hissed in her brain as she turned away and as she moved, she caught her reflection in the mirror. That could work... Pouty lips curled into a grin as a makeshift idea quickly began to take shape in her head. Come on, slut. On your feet. The Convict barked as she stood up, yanking Miranda up along with her by the hair. This was one of the reasons that the Convict kept her hair buzzed you know how much it sucks to have someone dragging you around by your hair? -A lot.- Jack strode towards the mirror, forcing a struggling Miranda to either follow her out of her own volition or else deal with shooting pains in her scalp. Once they were close enough, she flung Miranda's front against the cool glass of the mirror and quickly began to position her, much in the same way that guards position their prisoners when they're going to be frisked hands up and on either side of the wall with legs slightly parted. She pressed her body firmly up against Miranda's, small breasts molding into the Operative's back as she fought for a position that was nice and close. This lack of distance between them would ensure that it would be much harder to throw elbows and fight. Jack's right hand snaked around front, grasping onto her Miranda's neck. She wasn't choking her, not yet anyways, just holding her with a firm grip...though the threat of a psychopath like Jack changing her mind and strangling someone as annoying as Miranda was always there. For now the Convict just moved Miranda's chin so that she would look up and straight ahead right into the mirror. Their reflection looked so very, very strange together. Jack with her thin, wiry form that was covered in grafitti and scars hiding behind Miranda's. She contrasted Miranda's perfect, unmarred flesh and supple curves so sharply that the image was a little jarring. Almost beautiful in it's own way...but definitely a shock to the system. No one would believe this. Not in a million years. And for a moment Jack wished that she had a picture of this moment so that she could rub it in Miranda's face every time she got smug, so that she'd remember that if for only one moment, Jack had her naked, helpless, and at her mercy. Look. Jack barked as she kicked Miranda's legs apart, forcing her to spread them wider as the younger woman brought her free hand down between the Operative's legs. She spread apart the outer lips of her slit, her heart rate beginning to accelerate as she was treated to the view of Miranda's perfectly pink pussy glistening in her arousal. I can see how fucking wet for me you are. You sure you don't want this to happen? Because your body is saying otherwise... Jack smirked as she peered over Miranda's shoulder, her eyes pointedly flicking downwards so that Miranda knew just where she was looking. There was just something so alluring about this position. Jack could honestly say that she had never fucked someone infront of a mirror before...but now, after getting such an amazing view of Miranda's naked, vulnerable body, and every single reaction she had to everything Jack did to her, she was definitely going to consider doing this more often. Jack was a bit of an exhibitionist at heart. And even though Miranda might be freaking out that they were very close to the door, the younger biotic was absolutely loving the thrill that came with the fear of being caught. I know you want a nice, hard fuck don't you, Cheerleader? You're so swollen and soaking already...how about you just stop lying and tell the damn truth for once. I know you want it And just to prove a point, Jack's hand dropped down just enough so that she could ram two rough fingers harshly into Miranda's slick channel. Jack groaned appreciatively as warmth and wetness coated her slender digits and she immediately began to thrust as roughly into Miranda as she could, hellbent on drawing out some pretty little moans from her unlikely sub. A little vain bitch like you loves watching a psycho like me fuck you in the mirror, don't you. Jack let go of Miranda's neck and quickly brought that hand to the back of her head so that she could fist the Operative's wet hair once again. She forced Miranda's head down, causing her forehead to press against the cool glass of the mirror and angle her gaze downwards making sure that Miranda was forced to either watch Jack's fingers violently claim her pussy or gaze upon the reflection of the same action in the mirror.