Day 3 - Desk Sex/Strap-On/Choking
Tally stood at attention in Sarah's office, the heavy wooden desk between them like a barrier separating the world outside from the intimate power play about to unfold. The walls were lined with military regalia, banners from centuries past hanging alongside more recent accolades, but Tally's focus was only on Sarah.
Sarah sat behind the desk, her dark eyes locked on Tally with an intensity that made Tally's heart race. There was a silent command in the way she carried herself, in the measured way her fingers tapped against the polished wood. Even in this moment of post-scene negotiation, with everything discussed beforehand, the power dynamic was unmistakable. Sarah was in control. She always was.
Tally's breath hitched as she waited for the next move, her body already tingling with anticipation. She knew what was coming, knew how the night would unfold, but the thrill of it still coursed through her veins like wildfire.
Sarah finally stood, her movements slow and deliberate as she walked around the desk, her boots clicking softly against the hardwood floor. She stopped in front of Tally, her presence towering, and Tally had to fight the urge to step back. There was something about Sarah—an aura of authority that made Tally feel both small and deeply, irreversibly bound to her.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" Sarah's voice was low, a quiet command that sent a shiver down Tally's spine.
"Yes, General," Tally replied, her voice steady despite the way her heart pounded in her chest.
Sarah's lips quirked up in a slight smirk as she circled Tally, her eyes scanning her body with predatory precision. "You've earned this, Craven. We both know it."
Tally's breath hitched again, her skin prickling with the weight of Sarah's words. "Yes, ma'am."
Sarah stepped closer, her fingers grazing Tally's chin, tilting her head up so their eyes met. The intensity in Sarah's gaze was overwhelming, and Tally felt her knees weaken under the scrutiny, but she stood firm. She had to.
"Strip," Sarah commanded, her voice quiet but leaving no room for argument.
Tally moved quickly, her hands trembling slightly as she undid the buttons of her uniform, peeling away the layers until she stood bare before Sarah, the cool air of the office contrasting sharply with the heat that bloomed across her skin. The power shift was palpable, and with every piece of clothing removed, Tally felt herself sink deeper into submission.
Sarah's eyes darkened as she took in the sight of Tally's exposed body, but she didn't touch her. Not yet. Instead, she walked back to the desk, her hands resting on the edge as she leaned against it, watching Tally with an unreadable expression.
"You remember the rules?" Sarah asked, her tone measured, calm.
"Yes, General," Tally replied, her voice soft but certain. The scene had been negotiated beforehand, every step discussed and agreed upon. She knew what was coming, but that didn't make the anticipation any easier to bear.
"No speaking unless I ask you a direct question," Sarah said, her eyes never leaving Tally's. "And no coming until I say you can. Understood?"
Tally nodded quickly. "Yes, ma'am."
"Good." Sarah's voice was a low purr as she pushed off the desk and walked over to one of the cabinets on the far side of the room. She opened it slowly, her movements deliberate, as she pulled out the object that made Tally's heart skip a beat: the strap-on.
It wasn't just any strap-on, though. Sarah had told her the story before—how it had been carved from whale bone over a hundred years ago by her own order. Sarah had used it on many lovers before Tally. It was an artifact of power, of dominance, and Sarah wielded it like a weapon, knowing the effect it had on her partners. The bone was polished smooth, the pale ivory gleaming in the dim light of the office, and Tally felt her body heat at the sight of it.
Sarah caught her reaction, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she secured the harness around her hips, adjusting the straps with practiced ease. The sight of her wearing it—the way it fit her so perfectly, as if it had been made for her—was enough to make Tally's breath quicken, her body responding to the raw, commanding presence Sarah exuded.
When Sarah turned back to face Tally, there was a gleam in her eyes that made Tally's pulse race. She walked slowly toward her, her movements calculated, predatory. Tally could feel the weight of her gaze, the intensity of her control, and it made her knees tremble.
"On the desk," Sarah commanded, her voice low and firm.
Tally moved quickly, her body responding to the command before her mind had fully registered it. She climbed onto the desk, her skin prickling against the cold wood as she lay back, her legs hanging off the edge. The position was vulnerable, exposed, and she felt every bit of it as Sarah approached, standing between her legs.
Sarah's hands rested on Tally's knees, pushing them apart slowly, her gaze never leaving Tally's face as she spread her wide. The feeling of being so completely open, so utterly at Sarah's mercy, sent a wave of arousal through Tally, and she had to fight the urge to squirm under the intensity of Sarah's gaze.
"I've used this on many witches before you," Sarah murmured, her voice low as she ran her hands down the insides of Tally's thighs, her touch teasing but not yet giving her what she wanted. "You've seen it before haven't you? In those terribly little nightmares you've been having, the ones of my memories."
Tally nodded. She could not find her voice. She had seen Sarah use it before. She had felt it in her dreams like she had felt the sting of the giant centipede on her leg, like she had smelt the sulfur in dreams of fire.
Sarah moved her hand up tilting the young girl's face until she was making eye contact. "But tonight, it's yours."
Tally's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling as she looked into the older woman's eyes. There was intent. Slowly Sarah's hand moved back down, brushing over her hips, her waist, before stopping just shy of where Tally wanted her the most.
"Do you want it?" Sarah asked, her voice dark, teasing.
Tally swallowed hard, finding her voice again as she replied, "Yes, General."
Sarah's lips curved into a satisfied smile as she positioned herself between Tally's legs, the cool bone of the strap-on pressing against Tally's inner thigh as Sarah leaned in closer, her hands gripping Tally's hips with firm, possessive strength.
"Then you'll take it," Sarah murmured, her breath hot against Tally's ear as she positioned the tip of the strap-on at Tally's entrance. "And you'll take it the way I want you to."
Tally's body tensed in anticipation, her breath quickening as Sarah pressed forward, the smooth, unyielding length of the strap-on sliding inside her with slow, deliberate precision. The sensation was overwhelming, the weight of Sarah's dominance pressing down on her in every way.
Sarah didn't stop, didn't pause to let Tally adjust. She thrust deeper, rough and demanding, and Tally gasped, her fingers curling against the smooth surface of the desk as she tried to hold herself together, tried to stay in control of her body. But Sarah was relentless, her thrusts firm and steady, pushing Tally closer to the edge with every movement.
"You'll take every inch of it," Sarah growled, her voice low and rough as she gripped Tally's hips tighter, pulling her closer with each thrust. "And you'll stay quiet. No sounds unless I tell you to."
Tally bit down on her lip, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as Sarah drove into her with unrelenting force. The cool, polished bone of the strap-on felt impossibly thick inside her, filling her with every push of Sarah's hips. Tally's body strained to keep up with the pace Sarah set, the desk creaking under her weight as her back arched involuntarily, but she held back the sounds bubbling up in her throat, knowing the punishment that awaited if she disobeyed.
Sarah watched her, eyes sharp, dark with control. "Good," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're learning."
Tally's chest rose and fell rapidly, the overwhelming sensation of Sarah's thrusts taking her to the brink of control. Every inch of her body was alight with the intensity of Sarah's dominance, the rough scrape of the desk against her back, the cool touch of the bone inside her. She was desperate to make a sound, to moan, but she bit down harder, fighting to stay within the boundaries Sarah had set.
The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of Sarah's hips slamming against hers, the pressure building inside her with every thrust. Sarah's hands gripped her so tightly that Tally could already feel bruises forming on her hips, a reminder of the intensity of Sarah's claim on her body.
Tally's eyes fluttered closed, her mind lost in the raw pleasure of being taken so thoroughly. The power Sarah wielded was more than just physical—it was everything. The way Sarah controlled the scene, controlled her body, made Tally feel like nothing else in the world mattered except the connection between them. The strap-on was unyielding, thick and firm, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, but still, she fought to remain silent.
Sarah's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, dark and commanding. "Look at me."
Tally's eyes snapped open, her gaze immediately locking onto Sarah's. The raw intensity in Sarah's expression made Tally's heart skip a beat, her body trembling under the weight of that gaze. Sarah's eyes bore into hers, full of power, of control, and Tally felt herself melt under it, her submission complete.
"I want you to remember this," Sarah said, her voice low and filled with dark promise. "Every time you feel this inside you, every time you remember this night, I want you to know that you belong to me."
Tally nodded quickly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Sarah thrust harder, deeper, the bone strap-on stretching her in ways that felt both overwhelming and perfect. The roughness of the act, the intensity of Sarah's control, pushed Tally closer and closer to the edge, but she held back, knowing she couldn't come without permission.
Sarah's hand slid up Tally's body, gripping her by the throat with just enough pressure to make Tally's pulse race faster. "Do you want to come?" she asked, her voice a low rasp, filled with command.
Tally's lips parted, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, "Yes, General."
Sarah's eyes glinted with dark amusement as she tightened her grip just enough to make Tally gasp. "Not until I say," she growled, her thumb pressing into the side of Tally's throat as she continued to thrust into her with relentless force.
Tally's body was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with the need for release, but she held on, her body trembling as she waited for the word, for Sarah's permission. The sensation of the bone strap-on moving inside her, the cool hardness of it mixed with the heat of Sarah's body against hers, was too much to bear. But she didn't dare come without permission. She knew the rules.
Sarah's thrusts grew harder, faster, her grip tightening on Tally's throat as she pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Tally's eyes fluttered shut, her breath ragged, every muscle in her body straining as she fought to hold back the release that was building inside her, threatening to overwhelm her.
"Look at me," Sarah commanded again, her voice rough, her grip on Tally's throat tightening.
Tally's eyes opened instantly, locking onto Sarah's dark, predatory gaze. She was completely at Sarah's mercy, her body trembling, her mind lost in the intensity of the moment.
"You're going to scream for me when you come," Sarah growled, her voice dripping with dominance. "I want to hear it. I want everyone to hear it."
Tally's breath hitched, her body trembling with need as Sarah's thrusts became almost punishing in their force. The friction, the pressure, the raw intensity of it all sent Tally spiraling toward the edge, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she fought to hold on just a little longer.
"Now," Sarah commanded, her voice rough and filled with dark promise. "Come for me."
The words hit Tally like a shockwave, and her body responded immediately. Her back arched off the desk, her breath catching in her throat as the orgasm tore through her, overwhelming and raw. She screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the office as her body shook with the force of her release. Every nerve in her body was alight with pleasure, the intensity of Sarah's dominance making the experience almost unbearable in its perfection.
Sarah didn't stop. Her thrusts continued, her hand still gripping Tally's throat as she rode out Tally's orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until Tally was a trembling, gasping mess beneath her.
"That's it," Sarah murmured, her voice low and filled with satisfaction. "That's my girl."
Tally's body went limp, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as the aftershocks of her release pulsed through her. Her legs trembled, her body spent, but the raw satisfaction of the moment lingered, settling deep inside her.
Sarah finally slowed her movements, her grip on Tally's throat loosening as she leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the side of Tally's neck. "You did well," she murmured, her voice softer now, filled with a rare note of tenderness.
Tally's breath hitched, her body still trembling with the remnants of pleasure, but she managed to nod, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, "Thank you, Commander."
Sarah smirked, her lips brushing against Tally's ear. "You're mine, Tally Craven. Don't ever forget it."