Chapter 3: Under Command

Warning - Explicit Content Ahead!

By: Cartooooonz

The room seemed to pulse with heat, the tension between them thick and electric. Mariner's breath came in short, sharp bursts as Amina stood over her, the sleek instrument still in hand, her eyes scanning Mariner's body with that intense, controlled gaze that never wavered.

The wax still glistened on her skin, glowing faintly in the dim light, and each pulse of sensation left Mariner trembling, her wrists tugging at the cuffs but finding no release. She was completely at Amina's mercy, and though every fiber of her being screamed to take control, she found herself relishing the submission, the way Amina guided every moment with such precise, calculated ease.

Amina stepped closer, her boots echoing softly against the floor as she closed the distance between them. Her gaze traveled lower, slowly, deliberately, until it rested between Mariner's thighs, her lips curling into a faint smile as she observed the way Mariner's sex reacted, glistening with excitement, her need unmistakable.

"Well," Amina murmured, her voice calm, controlled. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself more than you care to admit."

Mariner grinned, though it was ragged now, her breath still coming in shallow bursts. "Can't... help it when you've got all the good tricks."

Amina's smile widened slightly, her fingers grazing the side of Mariner's thigh, light and teasing. "I always told you, Beckett, you just needed the right kind of discipline."

Mariner let out a short laugh, despite the intensity of the moment. "Discipline's never been my strong suit."

Amina's fingers traced higher, her touch almost featherlight as she ran them along the curve of Mariner's hip, then lower, her eyes darkening as she spoke. "That's why I'm here," she said softly, her voice taking on a commanding edge. "To remind you who's in charge."

Mariner's pulse raced, her grin faltering as Amina's fingers continued their slow, deliberate path along her inner thigh, close enough to make her squirm, but never quite touching where she needed it most.

"And right now," Amina continued, her voice dropping to a near whisper as she leaned in close, her breath warm against Mariner's ear, "I think you know exactly who that is."

Mariner's breath hitched, her muscles tensing as she tugged at the cuffs, frustration and desire swirling in equal measure. She wanted to fight it, to regain control, but something about the way Amina spoke—the calm, quiet authority—made her pause. Made her want to submit, to give in to the command she could feel pulsing in every word.

"Say it," Amina whispered, her voice soft but firm. "Who's in charge here?"

Mariner bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled with the command. It wasn't in her nature to submit, to relinquish control so easily, but the way Amina looked at her—the sharp intensity in her eyes—left her breathless.

"Come on," Amina murmured, her fingers brushing dangerously close to where Mariner wanted them, but never quite giving in. "You can say it. I know you can."

Mariner let out a low, frustrated groan, her voice shaky as she tried to speak. "You... are."

Amina raised an eyebrow, her smile returning as she moved even closer, her fingers brushing lightly over the sensitive skin of Mariner's inner thigh. "That's not good enough."

Mariner's breath caught again, her body tensing against the restraints as Amina's fingers inched higher, teasing, coaxing. "Say it properly," Amina commanded softly, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying all the weight of a Starfleet captain. "Call me Captain."

Mariner hesitated for a split second, her pride warring with her need, her body trembling with anticipation. But Amina's gaze was unwavering, her fingers still hovering just out of reach, the promise of relief tantalizingly close.

"Captain," Mariner finally breathed, her voice hoarse, ragged. "You're in charge, Captain."

Amina's smile widened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she finally let her fingers graze the wet heat between Mariner's thighs. The touch was light, almost a whisper against her skin, but it was enough to send a wave of pleasure crashing through her, her body reacting instinctively, hips jerking forward as she sought more.

Amina's fingers moved with a steady, deliberate rhythm, her touch calculated to bring Mariner right to the brink of control and pleasure. Mariner's body tensed, trembling under the onslaught of sensation, every nerve in her body alive with heat and desire. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her muscles straining against the cuffs as she struggled to hold on, the intensity building inside her like a coiled spring ready to snap.

"Captain..." Mariner's voice was hoarse, her words almost lost in the haze of pleasure that filled her senses. "I can't..."

Amina smiled, her fingers never faltering as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Mariner's ear in a whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Yes, you can," she murmured, her voice as smooth and controlled as ever. "And you will. For me."

Mariner bit her lip, her body trembling with the effort of holding back, the tension between them unbearable now. She could feel the pressure mounting, every touch driving her higher and higher until she was teetering on the edge, desperate for release but unwilling to let go without permission.

Amina's eyes locked on hers, her gaze steady, unyielding. "Do you want to come for me, Beckett?"

Mariner nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes... Captain."

Amina's smile widened, a dark, satisfied gleam in her eyes. "Then say it. Tell me exactly what you need."

Mariner's breath hitched, her body trembling as Amina's fingers pressed deeper, her movements growing more insistent. "I need to come," she gasped, her voice raw, desperate. "Please, Captain... let me come."

Amina's eyes darkened, her smile widening as she leaned in even closer, her breath hot against Mariner's ear. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice dripping with approval. "Now come for me. Now."

The command sent a shockwave of pleasure through Mariner's body, the tension finally snapping as she arched against the restraints, her hips jerking forward as the wave of release crashed over her. She cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure tore through her, every muscle tightening, her mind lost to the overwhelming sensation.

Amina's fingers didn't stop, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her body, pushing her higher and higher until the world around her dissolved into pure sensation. Mariner's breath came in ragged gasps, her body shaking as she rode the wave, her wrists tugging uselessly at the cuffs.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Amina slowed her movements, her fingers gentle now as she guided Mariner back down from the edge. Mariner's body slumped against the restraints, her chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths, her mind still reeling from the intensity of it all.

Amina stepped back, her eyes raking over Mariner's spent form with a satisfied smile. She reached up, gently releasing the cuffs one by one, letting Mariner's arms fall free. Mariner's legs were shaky, barely able to hold her up as she leaned against the cross, her body still trembling in the aftermath.

Amina's hand rested on her shoulder, steadying her, the touch firm but kind. "You did well," she murmured, her voice low, almost tender now. "I knew you could handle it."

Mariner let out a shaky laugh, her breath still ragged as she leaned back against the cross for support. "Damn, Ramsey," she panted, her voice rough but laced with amusement. "You don't mess around."

Amina's smile was soft now, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from Mariner's face. "I told you, Beckett. I'm always prepared."

Mariner shook her head, still catching her breath as she looked up at Amina, her lips curving into a smirk. "Yeah, well... you're gonna have to let me return the favor sometime."

Amina chuckled, her hand lingering on Mariner's shoulder for a moment before she stepped back, her posture returning to its usual composed, confident stance. "We'll see about that."

For a few moments, the room was quiet, the intensity of what had just happened hanging in the air between them. Mariner's body was still tingling, her mind racing as she came down from the high, but there was a strange sense of satisfaction in the quiet, in the way Amina's calm presence filled the space.

Amina moved to the small table, picking up the now-empty vials and the tools she had used, carefully placing them back in their storage compartment with the same deliberate precision she always had. Mariner watched her, her mind still buzzing, wondering what exactly had shifted between them.

"So," Mariner said after a long moment, her voice still a little hoarse but teasing as she leaned against the cross, "is this how you keep all your officers in line, or am I just special?"

Amina paused, glancing over her shoulder with a small, knowing smile. "You're always special, Beckett."

Mariner's smirk widened, a flush rising to her cheeks as she watched Amina finish cleaning up, the playful banter between them settling into a more comfortable rhythm now that the intensity had passed.

"So," Mariner continued, pushing off from the cross and stepping toward Amina, her muscles still shaky but her voice light, "what's next on the agenda, Captain? Because if you've got more surprises like that up your sleeve... I'm all in."

Amina chuckled softly, turning to face her fully. "Oh, I think you've had enough for one night."

Mariner grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she closed the distance between them. "I don't know about that. I think I could handle a few more rounds."

Amina raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Beckett. You'll need to rest if you want to keep up with me."

Mariner laughed, stepping even closer, her body still buzzing with the afterglow of their encounter. "You know me, Ramsey. I don't quit."

Amina raised an eyebrow, her lips still curved in that teasing smile, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes—something darker, something that matched the smoldering heat between them. She let out a soft sigh, the edge of amusement fading into something deeper.

"You never do," Amina murmured, her voice low, almost thoughtful.

Mariner caught the shift in her tone, the way Amina was watching her now with that sharp, calculating gaze, and a spark of excitement surged through her. She leaned in closer, letting her fingers brush against Amina's waist, her grin widening.

"So," Mariner said, her voice dropping into a playful, teasing tone, "are you gonna let me return the favor, or do I have to work a little harder to convince you?"

Amina's smile didn't falter, but she didn't answer immediately either. Instead, she studied Mariner, her eyes lingering on her bare skin, the glistening remnants of the wax still catching the light. There was a pause, just long enough for Mariner to feel the tension build between them again, and then Amina's lips parted, a soft chuckle escaping her.

"You think you've earned that privilege?" Amina asked, her voice smooth, teasing, but with a hint of challenge.

Mariner's grin widened, her fingers trailing lightly up Amina's arm, the spark of anticipation crackling between them. "I'd say I've more than earned it, Captain."

Amina's eyes darkened, her smile shifting as she glanced toward the storage compartment she'd used earlier. "You always were persistent," she said softly, her voice almost a purr. "Maybe... you do deserve a reward."

Mariner's heart raced as she watched Amina move toward the compartment again, her body buzzing with excitement as the possibilities ran through her mind. Amina opened the sleek cabinet, her movements as precise and deliberate as ever, and pulled out something that made Mariner's eyes widen with curiosity.

In Amina's hands was a sleek, alien strap-on, the material smooth and iridescent, glowing faintly in the dim light. But it wasn't just any strap-on—the design was advanced, clearly of alien origin, and Mariner's pulse quickened when she realized what it was.

Amina turned toward her, holding the device with a small, knowing smile. "This isn't just for show," she said, her voice calm, controlled. "It's designed to connect with your neural pathways. You'll feel... everything."

Mariner's eyes darkened with excitement, a low whistle escaping her lips. "Now that is a serious upgrade."

Amina's smile widened slightly, the glint of challenge still in her eyes. "Think you're up for the challenge, Mariner?"

Mariner stepped closer, her grin full of anticipation as she took the strap-on from Amina's hands, feeling the smooth, almost living material under her fingertips. "Oh, you know I'm ready."

Amina raised an eyebrow, a small, teasing smile playing on her lips as she watched Mariner fasten the device around her waist, the cool material adjusting to her body as if it were made for her. The moment it settled into place, Mariner felt a strange, tingling sensation, like a faint buzz of energy coursing through her nerves. It wasn't just an ordinary strap-on—she could feel it, really feel it, as if it were part of her own body.

"Whoa," Mariner murmured, her voice filled with awe as she tested the fit, her body already reacting to the sensation. "This is... next-level."

Amina chuckled softly, stepping closer, her hands resting lightly on Mariner's hips as she looked up at her, her voice dropping into that low, intimate murmur again. "Think you can handle it?"

Mariner's grin widened, her hands sliding around Amina's waist as she pulled her closer. "Oh, I can more than handle it, Captain."

Amina didn't pull away this time. Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Mariner's in a slow, deliberate kiss, the heat between them flaring back to life. Mariner's body responded instantly, the thrill of the strap-on only adding to the intensity of the moment as she deepened the kiss, her hands roaming Amina's body, still wrapped in her uniform.

But Mariner didn't rush. She wanted to savor this, to take her time and show Amina just how much she appreciated the trust, the control she'd been given. Slowly, deliberately, she moved her hands to the front of Amina's uniform, undoing the clasps with the same patience Amina had shown her earlier. Piece by piece, the layers of fabric fell away, revealing the smooth skin beneath.

"You look even better out of uniform," Mariner teased, her voice husky as she let her hands roam Amina's body, the thrill of the strap-on heightening every sensation.

Amina's breath hitched slightly, her lips curling into a small smile as she let Mariner take the lead. "I'd expect nothing less from you, Mariner," she murmured, her voice still soft but carrying that quiet command that always sent a shiver down Mariner's spine.

Once Amina's uniform was discarded, Mariner guided her gently toward the bed, the tension between them crackling like electricity. Amina lay back, her eyes never leaving Mariner's as she settled onto the mattress, her body perfectly poised and waiting.

Mariner knelt between her legs, her hands sliding up Amina's thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her skin, the anticipation building with every touch. She could feel everything—the sensation of the strap-on almost overwhelming as it responded to every movement, every brush of skin.

"You ready for this, Captain?" Mariner asked, her voice low, teasing as she positioned herself, the anticipation hanging in the air between them.

Amina's gaze was steady, her voice calm but full of heat. "Show me what you've got, Beckett."

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