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“She isn’t your commander now, you know,” Bull had pointed out late one night at the Herald’s Rest.
Up until that point, it really hadn’t occurred to him. Vega had always kept his Lola in a very separate box in his mind than anything possible. She was his C-O, he didn’t fraternize—but now… Maybe this new life in Thedas had perks he hadn’t dared to consider. They were mercs now, and it really couldn’t be considered fraternizing any longer.
Since that night, Vega hadn’t been able to get the images out of his mind. He’d tried, of course. He spent more time training than he’d ever done in the Normandy days. He threw his name in for every job, no matter how small. He tried to banish the thoughts of what he’d always wanted, but once that wall was down—that golden rule he never broke—he was entirely consumed by his fantasies.
The effect was so complete, in fact, that when The Iron Bull came to him with the proposition over a month later, he’d been marinating in his own thoughts so long that he accepted immediately.
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Shepard tested her restraints against the anchor points in the ceiling as Bull removed her leathers.
“These are good to rip?” he asked, eyeing her fabric pants.
When she nodded, he started about fastening her legs—rope ties, she noticed, whatever he had planned he wanted to be able to move her legs around. What could he be planning that he wanted her fully dressed, like some sort of present to rip open and devour. She felt chills throughout her entire body at that thought. She longed to be devoured.
Before she could imagine too many scenarios, however, she heard the door behind her open, and then latch, and then get barred. She heard careful but heavy steps lead from the door to only a few feet behind her. She blushed, crimson and hungry, remembering all the times she’d told Bull—mostly under pleasant duress—about her absolutely base desire to be used and shared like a possession, to be Bull’s to keep, or share, or give entirely as he saw fit. It was really happening. She could feel the wetness practically dripping down her thigh in anticipation.
“Are you ready for your gift, Kadan?” Bull asked in that deep, slow voice that always made her feel protected, and controlled, and fucking hot.
Shepard swallowed hard, and bit her lip as she looked up to Bull and nodded. “Yes, Boss. Please can I have my gift?”
Bull motioned the person behind her to approach, and she could feel their breath on her neck and their fingers slowly trailing up and down her waist as they leaned in close to whisper “looking good, Lola.”
Fuck this is going to be amazing, Shepard thought immediately, looking up to Bull with pleading, grateful eyes. “You are… far too generous, Boss,” she said, honestly glad that the dynamics of her relationship with Bull prevented her from having to react directly to Vega. She had wanted him for so long, she was sure she would have made a complete ass of herself talking directly to him right away.
“I don’t want my new friend to feel unappreciated,” Bull said with a wicked, chastising tone. “Tell me, right now, how long you’ve wanted this gift, Kadan.”
“Since… Since before we arrived in Thedas, Boss. Since the first time I saw him.”
“Tell me the other thing, I want him to hear it,” he directed. When Shepard hesitated a moment, nervous and embarrassed, he picked up the riding crop he’d left on the bed, taking the decision away from her with the implicit threat.
“I… I’ve wanted him to fuck me for years and I used to make myself come thinking about it. I’d touch myself at night in my quarters on the Normandy, wishing I could be a slut for him.”
Vega let out a satisfied sound at that, though she couldn’t see his expression. After a look from Bull, he pulled his body up close against hers, and she could feel his erection against her.
Bull moved out of her field of view, and she felt Vega pull away from her slightly. She could hear that they were whispering, but couldn’t make out any actual words. After over a minute, the wait became too much to bear and she contorted against the rope to look back and see what was taking them.
“Did I tell you to turn?” Bull seethed with practised, calculated rage. He took one full step forward and lashed out with the crop, tearing her shirt wide open and leaving a deep red welt along the top of her breasts.
As if to keep her from disturbing Bull further, Vega hurried to her and turned her roughly to face the proper way. He stood before her with a serious but calm expression. He seemed to get some sort of signal from behind her because he looked right through her as he nodded to Bull with a “yes sir.”
Then, he brought his full focus right to her, gazing sweetly and tenderly into her eyes as he ran a hand gently along her cheek. “Sorry, Lola,” he offered sweetly, pulling her close against him into a tight hug—just in time for the lashes to start.
“If I’m going to share you with the Lieutenant,” Bull said, punctuating the pause with a hard lash. “I can’t have him thinking you’re some poorly behaved, broken toy. Do you understand?”
Shepard didn’t answer right away, taking the time to wrap her arms around Vega and bask in the odd sensation of comfort and punishment being combined at once. Of course, this delay was met with three more lashes, and her shirt hung in tatters, completely off her body by the time she managed to answer “no Boss, sorry Boss, I promise to be such a good girl for the both of you, Boss.”
“Good,” Bull said, level and vacant.
After he had, however, Vega gently pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. With more sweetness than Shepard had knows was possible, he angled her face to his gently and kissed her. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that, Lola” he said softly, letting his lips trail against hers as he spoke. “Keep your eyes on me,” he warned gently and he leaned in for another kiss, and then another.
Despite how amazing, and sweet, and passionate the kiss was, Shepard had to really concentrate to obey. She knew Bull was walking around the room, doing things, but she dutifully kept her attention entirely on Vega. She felt the knife bite into her inner thighs as Bull cut through the fabric of her pants and right into her skin. Still, she kept her focus, uttering barely a whimper. She felt Bull reach up roughly and pull the crotch of her pants and her underthings together so he could cut those away, too, and she doubled down on the kiss, determined to stay focused as she’d been told.
“Good,” Bull said as he stepped back. “Lieutenant, go ahead and show Shepard what good toys get for their obedience.”
Bull must have held something out to Vega, because his arm reached behind her. When he brought his hand back and worked it between her legs and against her clit it became clear it was some sort of warming lube. Shepard melted in Vega’s strong arms as he held her up and played with her clit.
“It feels so good,” she whispered softly into Vega’s ear.
“I think you know what you’re supposed to say when it feels good, Lola. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble again,” Vega answered sweetly, picking up the pace of the soft circles against her clit.
She nodded obediently. “Thank you, Boss. I don’t deserve this honour.”
Shepard felt Bull line himself up behind her. In one rough motion, he grabbed her by the throat and pulled her away from Vega so that he could still play with her clit but he couldn’t overhear as Bull whispered into her ear “do you want me to share you with him permanently, Kadan. Tell me the truth.”
“Y—yes Boss,” she stammered, unsure how exactly to make it clear how carnally she needed to be owned by both these men.
“Good girl,” Bull said softly. He let go of her throat and gently pushed her back against Vega, who wrapped his free arm around her and held her close to his body. Within a few seconds, Shepard could feel Bull bring his finger, coated liberally in the warming lube, to her ass. He started slowly working his way inside her as Vega played with her clit.
Just when she’d started to melt in the comfort of it all, to feel almost too spoiled, Bull spoke again.
“Claim your bitch, Lieutenant.”
Vega pulled his hands from her and gave her a long, drawn-out kiss. Then, with Bull still teasing her ass, both men helped her up so that her legs were around Vega’s hips. Vega reached down and pulled out his cock, holding her with the other arm as he teased her with the head.
Without prompting, Shepard began to whine, pleadingly. “Please, Vega, sir. Please let me feel your cock inside of me… please, I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Vega slammed hard inside her. He brought his second arm up to hold her now, and Bull pressed his body against her back to keep her stable as Vega began to fuck harder, and harder. Just when Shepard thought she couldn't take any more, Bull added another finger. This pattern continued until Vega was fucking her like a cock sleeve and Bull had a full four fingers inside of her, ignoring all protests and requests to stop for lack of a safe word.
And then, when she was sure she was about to come and take Vega with her, both men stopped.
“No… No, no you can’t stop, no please,” she begged as both men pulled entirely out of her and set her down to hang, half weakly, from her arm restraints. “No… please, Boss… Vega… no… please let me finish… I want to be the perfect toy for you.”
Bull let her keep begging, unsatisfied for a few excruciatingly long minutes. Then, without saying a word, he cut her restraints and pulled her by her hair to the bed. He sat down and pulled her on top of him.
Vega came to stand in front of her and offered her a long, sweet kiss—before forcing her into position so that she was slowly pushing her ass down onto Bull’s giant cock.
Once she had taken the full length, Bull leaned her against his body and began to play with her clit, holding her in the perfect position for Vega, still standing, to slowly push himself back into her cunt and start fucking her again, alternating slow and fast, calm and brutal, for what seemed like hours.
By the time her lovers had finished using her, Shepard had come over and over, and the entire world seemed blurry. She was barely aware of reality as Vega gently, diligently cleaned her up. She knew little more when he got into the bed with her, holding her so protectively. He gave her water and played with her hair, he made sure she ate, he was so attentive as she found her way back to reality.
“Love you, Lola” he said softly, when she was more-or-less herself again, falling asleep in his arms. It sounded like he’d wanted to say that for just as long as she wanted to feel him, and there was peace in knowing she was his now, just as much as she was Bull’s.