Kinktober: Talder One-Shots

Day 1: Bondage/Belt Spanking

Tally's wrists were already bound, tight but not painfully so, as she hung from the ceiling in Sarah's private quarters. The low lighting in the room cast shadows over the dark wood and leather furniture, soft candlelight flickering along the walls. Sarah's presence loomed behind her, close enough that Tally could feel her warmth, yet far enough that she couldn't predict her next move.

The air was thick with tension and anticipation, the only sounds being Tally's shallow breaths and the subtle creak of the rope as her weight shifted. She was suspended, ankles bound too, but her toes still grazed the floor—a deliberate choice by Sarah, a reminder of control, and of how close freedom could be, yet wasn't.

"Do you understand why you're here?" Sarah's voice cut through the quiet like a whip, sharp and commanding.

Tally swallowed, trying to steady her breath. She shifted in her restraints, testing them—not in defiance, but curiosity, the kind that always led her down paths she couldn't quite navigate alone. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was breathy, tinged with that same curiosity. "Because I...disobeyed?"

There was a brief pause, the kind that always made Tally wonder if she'd said the wrong thing. Sarah walked into her view now, circling her like a predator eyeing its prey. Her expression was calm, composed, but her eyes glinted with amusement—dark, intense.

"Because you thought you could get away with it." Sarah's fingers ghosted over Tally's bare shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "And now you're mine for the night."

Tally bit her lip, eyes flickering down to the rope where her wrists were bound. The sensation of being trapped, restrained, was something she hadn't quite gotten used to, but here, with Sarah, it didn't feel wrong. It felt like something she needed. Like something she deserved.

Sarah tilted Tally's chin up with a firm but gentle grip, forcing her to meet her eyes. "I know you can take this, cadet," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "But you have to let go. You're not in control tonight. I am."

Tally's breath hitched as she nodded, eyes wide. She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat, so she just watched as Sarah stepped back, crossing her arms, inspecting her with the cool detachment of a commander assessing a soldier.

"Good girl." Sarah's voice had softened slightly, though the edge of control was still there, undeniable. Tally had earned a fraction of approval, a crack in the stoic mask Sarah wore in public. But here? This was different. Sarah was more than just a leader, more than the woman she had served under for so long. She was the one person who could unmake her entirely.

Sarah leaned closer again, this time her hands running down Tally's arms, tracing the rope as she spoke. "Now, tell me. Do you regret it?"

Tally shivered at the contact, closing her eyes for a moment. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. "No."

She felt Sarah's fingers tighten around the rope, pulling at it slightly to adjust the tension, the action drawing a sharp breath from her lips. Sarah's lips quirked in a small, knowing smile.

"Of course you don't," Sarah said, her tone dropping lower, more dangerous. "You like this too much to regret anything."

Tally's eyes shot open, surprise flickering across her face before she quickly schooled it back into something more neutral. But Sarah had seen it, caught the moment of vulnerability, and her smirk widened, satisfaction blooming in her chest.

"Don't worry," Sarah murmured, her voice a velvet rasp as she brought her lips close to Tally's ear. "I won't let you break too easily. Not tonight."

Tally's heartbeat pounded in her ears, her breath quickening as Sarah's fingers skimmed down her body, barely touching but leaving sparks in their wake. She tried not to move, tried not to react too much, but the way Sarah teased her skin, the deliberate slowness of it all, made it impossible not to tremble beneath her touch.