Day 2: Choking/Leash/Collar (Mariner/Jennifer)

Day 2: Choking/Leash/Collar (Mariner/Jennifer)

The soft hum of the Cerritos ' quarters faded into the background as Beckett Mariner and Jennifer Sh'reyan tumbled into bed, their bodies entwined in a mess of limbs and heated kisses. Mariner had always loved how Jennifer looked during moments like this—her blue skin glistening with sweat, her grey hair spilling across the pillow, and her antennae twitching slightly with every touch.

Jennifer was breathtaking. And more importantly, she was hers .

Mariner grinned as she leaned in for another kiss, her lips crashing against Jennifer's with the same reckless abandon that Mariner applied to everything. Jennifer responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in Mariner's hair as she pulled her closer, deepening the kiss until they were both breathless.

"I've missed this," Mariner muttered between kisses, her hands roaming over Jennifer's blue skin, feeling the heat beneath her fingertips. "Missed you."

Jennifer let out a soft chuckle, her antennae twitching slightly in response to Mariner's touch. "I've been here the whole time, Beckett," she teased, her voice a low, sultry purr. "But I'll admit... I've missed this too."

Mariner's grin widened as she kissed Jennifer again, her hands slipping lower, exploring the familiar curves of Jennifer's body. Every touch, every caress seemed to set her skin on fire, and Mariner couldn't help but marvel at how sensitive Andorians could be.

Jennifer's antennae twitched again as Mariner's fingers grazed them, drawing a soft gasp from her. Mariner had always known that Jennifer's antennae were incredibly sensitive—it was something they'd discovered together early on in their relationship—but tonight, there was something different in Jennifer's reactions.

She was more... responsive. More open.

Mariner leaned back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she gently traced the length of Jennifer's antennae with her fingertips. Jennifer's body tensed beneath her, a low, almost involuntary moan escaping her lips as her antennae twitched under Mariner's touch.

"Sensitive tonight, huh?" Mariner teased, her voice low and playful. "I like it when you make those little sounds."

Jennifer's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opened them again, her gaze locking with Mariner's. "You know how sensitive my antennae are," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "But that's not the only place that feels... intense ."

Mariner's curiosity piqued, and she raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? You've been holding out on me, Jen?"

Jennifer smiled, her expression both affectionate and challenging. "Not holding out. Just waiting for the right moment."

Mariner's grin widened as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Jennifer's ear. "Well, now you've got my attention," she whispered. "Where else do you like to be touched?"

Jennifer hesitated for a moment, but the heat between them was undeniable. Her body trembled slightly beneath Mariner's, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she whispered, "My neck."

Mariner blinked, surprised by the answer. "Your neck?" she repeated, her voice filled with curiosity. "You've never mentioned that before."

Jennifer's cheeks flushed slightly, her antennae twitching in response to the attention. "It's not something I usually talk about," she admitted quietly. "But it's just as sensitive as my antennae."

Mariner's grin turned predatory as she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Jennifer's neck. The response was immediate—Jennifer's body arched beneath her, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as Mariner's tongue traced the delicate skin of her throat.

"Oh, you weren't kidding," Mariner muttered, her voice full of awe as she continued to kiss and nibble along Jennifer's neck. "This is driving you wild, isn't it?"

Jennifer's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with each touch. "Y-Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's... incredibly sensitive."

Mariner couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Her hand slid up to rest on Jennifer's throat, her fingers brushing lightly against the soft skin as she pressed her palm down gently. The reaction was immediate—Jennifer let out a soft moan, her body shuddering as the pressure sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

Mariner grinned at the sound, loving how responsive Jennifer had become. Her other hand trailed lower, slipping between Jennifer's legs, finding her soaking wet. Mariner let out a low chuckle as her fingers glided through Jennifer's slick folds, feeling just how ready her girlfriend was.

"Damn, Jen," Mariner murmured, her voice thick with amusement and arousal. "You're so fucking wet. I could probably fit a fourth finger in there with how soaked you are."

Jennifer whimpered softly beneath her, her body trembling under the combined pressure of Mariner's hand on her throat and her fingers exploring her below. "Please..." Jennifer whispered, her voice hoarse from both the choking and the desperate need flooding her system. "Beckett... please..."

Mariner's eyes gleamed with mischief as she pressed down harder on Jennifer's throat, keeping her in place while her fingers teased the entrance of Jennifer's dripping core. "You want it that bad, huh?" she teased, her tone playful but firm. "You're already so worked up, and I haven't even gotten started."

Jennifer's breath came in short, ragged bursts, her body arching into Mariner's touch as she nodded desperately. "Yes... I want it," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper as the pressure on her throat increased. "Please, Beckett... fuck me."

Mariner grinned at Jennifer's pleading tone, loving how submissive and needy her girlfriend had become. She slid her fingers deeper, feeling how easily Jennifer's body welcomed her, the wet heat enveloping her as she added a third finger. Jennifer gasped, her body tensing beneath Mariner as the intensity of the sensation hit her, but it still wasn't enough.

"You can take more," Mariner muttered, her voice low and full of command. "You're so fucking wet, I know you can handle it."

With that, she added a fourth finger, her hand stretching Jennifer wide as she pressed deep inside her. Jennifer let out a sharp cry, her body shaking with the overwhelming sensation as Mariner's fingers filled her completely. The pressure on her throat kept her firmly in place, her body pinned beneath Mariner's dominance.

"Oh my god, Beckett," Jennifer whimpered, her voice trembling with pleasure as her body convulsed around Mariner's fingers. "It's... so much... I can't..."

Mariner grinned, her thumb brushing lightly against Jennifer's clit as her fingers moved deeper, harder. "Oh, you can," she said, her tone full of confidence as she pressed down harder on Jennifer's throat, choking her just enough to make the intensity of the moment even more overwhelming. "And you're going to take it."

Jennifer's breath hitched, her body trembling violently as Mariner's fingers pumped in and out of her with relentless force. The sensation was overwhelming, her mind fogged with nothing but the intense pleasure and the pressure constricting her throat. She was completely at Mariner's mercy, and she loved every second of it.

"Please... more," Jennifer begged, her voice barely a whisper as she bucked her hips against Mariner's hand, desperate for more of the intensity, more of the control. "Don't stop... please..."

Mariner's grin widened as she tightened her grip on Jennifer's throat, pressing down harder while her fingers thrust deep inside her, curling just enough to hit that perfect spot over and over again. Jennifer's body arched off the bed, her moans turning into sharp, desperate gasps as she teetered on the edge of release.

"You're such a good girl when you beg," Mariner whispered, her breath hot against Jennifer's ear as she kept up the punishing rhythm. "So submissive... so needy. You're going to come so hard for me, aren't you?"

Jennifer nodded frantically, her body shaking with the force of the pleasure building inside her. "Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, Beckett... I'm so close... I need it..."

Mariner's grip on Jennifer's throat tightened one last time, cutting off her breath just enough to send a shockwave of pleasure through her. At the same time, her fingers pumped into Jennifer's wetness with brutal force, fucking her hard and deep, leaving her no room to escape the intensity of it.

Jennifer's body convulsed beneath Mariner, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she finally came, the release hitting her like a tidal wave. Her entire body shuddered with the force of the orgasm, her hips bucking wildly against Mariner's hand as she screamed her release, her voice hoarse from both the choking and the overwhelming pleasure.

Mariner kept her hand on Jennifer's throat, holding her in place as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her fingers still working inside her, drawing out every last bit of the orgasm until Jennifer was nothing but a trembling, gasping mess beneath her.

When the intensity finally began to fade, Mariner slowly loosened her grip on Jennifer's throat, her fingers slipping out of her as she leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to her girlfriend's lips. Jennifer's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she lay there, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm.

Jennifer let out a soft, breathless laugh, her antennae twitching slightly as she opened her eyes to meet Mariner's gaze. "You always... know how to push me," she murmured, her voice weak but full of warmth. "I... love it."

Mariner grinned, pressing another kiss to Jennifer's forehead. "Good," she said softly. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

Jennifer blinked, her chest still rising and falling rapidly from her last orgasm, a mix of surprise and curiosity crossing her features. "What do you mean, you're not done?" she asked breathlessly, her antennae twitching as she looked up at Mariner. "What are you planning?"

Mariner flashed a mischievous grin and leaned over the side of the bed, rummaging through her stuff until she pulled out a collar and leash. The collar sparkled under the dim lights of their quarters—black leather with the word "slut" spelled out in rhinestones across the front.

Jennifer's eyes widened as she stared at it, realization dawning. "Beckett," she said slowly, her voice a mix of curiosity and surprise. "How long have you had that?"

Mariner chuckled, holding up the collar for Jennifer to see more clearly. "Long enough," she replied with a teasing smirk. "But trust me, Jen, you don't want to know who else has worn it."

Jennifer's antennae twitched at the implication, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Mariner with a mix of curiosity and arousal. "You're going to put that on me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, though her body betrayed her as she shifted with anticipation.

Mariner grinned, moving closer as she gently fastened the collar around Jennifer's neck, making sure it sat snugly in place. "Oh yeah," she murmured, her voice full of playful dominance. "You're going to wear it, and you're going to love it."

Jennifer's breath hitched as the cool leather pressed against her throat, the rhinestones glittering against her blue skin. The combination of the collar and Mariner's confident, commanding presence made her body tremble with excitement.

Mariner tugged lightly on the leash, pulling Jennifer's head up just enough to meet her gaze. "You look so fucking good like this," Mariner said, her voice thick with desire as she admired the way the collar fit around Jennifer's throat. "It suits you."

Jennifer swallowed hard, her body shuddering as Mariner's grip on the leash sent a thrill through her. "I can't believe you've had this the whole time," she muttered, her voice weak but filled with arousal. "Who else have you used it on?"

Mariner's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned down to whisper in Jennifer's ear. "You really don't want to know," she teased, her breath warm against Jennifer's skin. "But I promise, none of them wore it as well as you do."

Before Jennifer could respond, Mariner reached into the drawer by the bed and pulled out something else—a strap-on harness with a sizeable dildo attached. The sight of it made Jennifer's breath catch in her throat, her body trembling with both anticipation and nervous excitement.

"Beckett..." Jennifer started, her voice trailing off as she watched Mariner expertly strap the harness around her hips.

Mariner gave her a wink as she adjusted the harness, making sure everything was in place. "Don't worry," she said with a grin. "You're going to love this too."

Jennifer's body tensed with anticipation as Mariner guided her onto her hands and knees, her blue skin shimmering under the dim lights of their quarters. The collar around her neck felt snug, the leash hanging loosely in Mariner's hand as she positioned herself behind Jennifer.

Mariner tugged on the leash again, this time pulling it taut enough to make Jennifer's breath hitch. "You ready for this?" Mariner asked, her voice low and commanding as she pressed the tip of the strap-on against Jennifer's entrance.

Jennifer's antennae twitched wildly, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she nodded. "Yes... I'm ready," she whispered, her body trembling with need as she arched her back, pressing herself against the dildo.

Mariner grinned, giving the leash another firm tug, choking Jennifer just enough to make her gasp as she thrust the strap-on inside her in one smooth motion. Jennifer's body jerked at the sudden intrusion, a sharp moan escaping her lips as Mariner filled her completely.

"Fuck, Jen," Mariner muttered, her voice thick with desire as she gripped the leash tightly, keeping it pulled taut to choke Jennifer just enough. "You feel so fucking good."

Jennifer's breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling beneath Mariner as the combination of the choking and the pressure inside her sent her mind reeling. "Beckett..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to breathe through the tightness of the collar and the leash. "Please... don't stop..."

Mariner chuckled softly, her grip on the leash tightening as she began to thrust harder, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as she fucked Jennifer from behind. The leash kept Jennifer's body in place, forcing her to stay still even as her body writhed beneath the intensity of Mariner's thrusts.

"You love this, don't you?" Mariner growled, her voice low and full of command as she kept her hand tight on the leash, choking Jennifer just enough to keep her on edge. "You love being my little slut."

Jennifer's moan was sharp, desperate, as her body trembled with pleasure. "Yes," she gasped, her voice weak and breathless as she struggled to speak through the tightness around her throat. "I love it... I love being your slut..."

Mariner's grin widened, her grip tightening on the leash as she thrust harder, her voice dripping with playful mockery. "You know, Jen," she growled, her breath hot against Jennifer's ear, "you were so stuck up when we first met. Always so proper, so in control. Who knew you'd look this good on your knees, begging for me?"

Jennifer's breath hitched, her body arching beneath Mariner as her words hit home. There was something intoxicating about the way Mariner spoke to her—reminding her of how far she'd fallen from that prim, composed version of herself. Now, she was a trembling, needy mess beneath Mariner, her body completely at her mercy, and it only made the heat inside her burn hotter.

"If I had known," Mariner continued, her voice thick with amusement as she tugged on the leash again, pulling it taut around Jennifer's neck, "how good you'd look, how good you'd feel, I would've had you in this position a lot sooner."

Jennifer's body shook violently as Mariner's words sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her. The tightness of the leash around her throat, the way it constricted her breathing just enough to make her dizzy, combined with the relentless thrusts inside her, was driving her to the brink of insanity.

"Beckett..." Jennifer whimpered, her voice weak and breathless, her antennae twitching wildly as her entire body trembled. "It feels... so good..."

Mariner chuckled darkly, pulling the leash even tighter, choking Jennifer just enough to push her closer to the edge. "Of course it does," she growled, her voice low and commanding. "Because you're mine. My little slut. And you're going to come just like this, aren't you?"

Jennifer's breath came in short, desperate gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably as the tightness around her throat and the intensity between her legs sent her spiraling toward release. "Yes," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please... Beckett... I'm so close..."

Mariner grinned, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she tightened her grip on the leash one final time, choking Jennifer just enough to send her over the edge. "Then come for me, Jen," she growled, her voice thick with command. "Come for me while I choke you, like the good little slut you are."

With a sharp, desperate cry, Jennifer's body convulsed beneath Mariner, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that left her breathless. The tightness of the leash around her neck only heightened the pleasure, making the release even more overwhelming. Her hips bucked wildly against Mariner's strap-on as she came, her entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Mariner held her in place, the leash still taut around her throat, choking her just enough to keep her on edge as her orgasm shook her to her core. Jennifer's antennae twitched uncontrollably, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her release spilled over Mariner, her body completely at her mercy.

When the intensity finally began to fade, Mariner slowly loosened her grip on the leash, allowing Jennifer to breathe more freely as she slumped against the bed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

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"You look so fucking good like this," Mariner whispered, her voice full of affection as she pressed a soft kiss to Jennifer's temple. "Who knew you'd be so submissive?"

Jennifer, still catching her breath, gave a soft, breathless laugh, her antennae twitching slightly as she shifted beneath Mariner's weight. Her lips curled into a teasing smile. "Well," she murmured, her voice weak but playful, "I haven't been able to make you submit yet... unless..."

Mariner raised an eyebrow, her grin widening at the challenge. "Unless what, Jen?" she asked, her voice thick with amusement as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Jennifer's ear. "You think you've got what it takes to put me on my knees?"

Jennifer's breath hitched slightly, her body still trembling with the lingering effects of her orgasm, but there was a flicker of defiance in her eyes now—something playful, teasing. "Maybe," she quipped, her voice still shaky but full of determination. "You never know, Beckett. One day, I might surprise you."