The word was a verbal blade cutting through Sakura’s stammering.
Sakura looked up wide eyed. “Wha?”
“You don’t need clothes. You’re not going anywhere.”
Blushing, Sakura began removing her clothing. Though she had been naked with Deven many, many times, it was different when she was ordered to strip. And it was different when Deven remained unrelentingly clothed. Deven knew that. She knew precisely how Sakura felt, what it meant when she wiggled her hips and lowered her eyes and bit her lip without even knowing she was doing it. She was a picture of adorable contrition, but it wasn’t going to get her out of trouble.
“All of it.”
Sakura had peeled off her uniform, but it was not enough. Her bra and panties soon followed and then she was as naked as naked could be, every inch of her body bared to Deven’s firm gaze.
“Look at me.”
Sakura raised her eyes and watched as her lover’s gaze traveled her body. For a long moment, Deven paused, just drinking her girlfriend’s beauty in. Soon there would be tears and slapping and heated flesh, but in that moment there was nothing but the quiet and the elegant curves of a body that was hers to take, to love, to protect as she saw fit.
Sitting on the bed, Deven reached for Sakura, pulling her into position. She could have asked Sakura to put herself in the right place, but there was a certain something to be gained from showing her girl just how easily she could be handled.
Despite her size, Sakura was one of the most physcally agile and strong women on the ship. None of that mattered when she was sliding over Deven’s knee, her legs spread one on either side of Deven’s thigh so that her mound acted as a fulcrum over which her bared bottom swayed.
(From Sappho’s Brats.)