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Kara sits at the counter in Lena’s penthouse. She’s diligently working as she waits for her girlfriend to come home. They were meant to meet here hours ago but Lena has been swept up in meeting after meeting over what she calls ‘stupid trivial nonsense’.
Kara was tempted to open up Netflix when she arrived, but it felt wrong to be enjoying the space of Lena’s penthouse apartment without her there to enjoy it with her, so she instead set herself up a little workstation and got started on a new draft for an article she didn’t have time for before.
Her eyes flicker across the page, searching for the spelling mistakes she knows she has made somewhere. Suddenly, she feels a pair of arms circle her waist.
She jumps, unaware that someone has even entered the apartment, but before she has time to panic, soft familiar kisses are pressed to her neck.
“I missed you.” Lena’s suave voice mutters into her ear.
She turns her head enough to place a lingering kiss to Lena’s lips. “I missed you too.”
Lena doesn’t let go, she holds her to her chest tightly, not allowing her to move away. She looks over the blonde’s shoulder and skims over the article she is writing. “That looks good. I didn’t know the library did support groups for alien kids learning to fit in on Earth.”
Kara leans her head back against Lena, who tucks her in under her chin snuggly. “They started it a couple of months ago, and I’ve been meaning to do an article since it opened but never had time, so I figured that if you were working late, I might as well join the team and get cracking.”
More kisses are pressed to her neck, moving around to the side of her throat, where she sucks lightly, clearly aiming to leave a mark.
“Well, I’m sure the library will appreciate the article as much as I appreciate seeing you in those shorts right now.” Kara is wearing a pair of black cotton shorts and a black sports bra. She always feels the heat when she has solar flared, and today is no different.
Kara hums at the pleasant sting left by Lena’s teeth as she nips the fresh marks she has left. “Is that so?”
“Most definitely.” Lena trails her hands down from being wrapped around her waist to running her palms down the rigid flesh of her ab muscles, letting her fingertips run softly over each bump and in each little divot.
“Are you-?” A harsh shushing in her ear cuts Kara off.
“No talking tonight, pretty girl,” Lena whispers, the sharpness of her tone no less threatening with the low volume of her statement.
She continues on her mission, her hands wandering lower and playing with the waistband of the shorts and raking her fingernails over the flesh just above the band. The sensation draws breathy gasps from Kara, but she is determined to do as she is told and keeps her words locked away tightly, ready to be released only when she’s granted permission.
One hand slips further down, sneaking between the material of her shorts and her panties to cup her sex possessively as the other latches onto the base of her neck.
“Come with me.” Lena guides her just like that through to the bedroom and deposits her on her knees beside the bed.
Kara follows every direction to the letter, unwilling to resist when she knows the rewards are too great to pass up on, especially when she doesn’t have her powers and can finally feel everything.
Her knees hit the floor with a soft thud, the thick shag rug dulling the blow significantly.
A fist wraps around her hair, pulling it out of her face and tipping her head back so she can look directly into Lena’s lustful eyes.
“I want that bra off. Then you’re going to work for your treat.” Her hair is released with a final tug, and she scrambles out of her bra, exposing her pink nipples to her girlfriend.
Lena strips down in front of her, taking each article of clothing off at a slow, leisurely pace just because she likes to see the look on Kara’s face when she is made to wait.
She perches on the edge of the bed in all of her naked glory, her legs spread to entice the blonde towards her.
It’s a test. Kara knows it. Lena knows it. And yet she still fails.
Kara leans forward towards the dripping pussy before her, her body itching to get a taste. Instead, she rests her head on Lena’s knee, still against the rules but resisting what she really wants to do.
Lena grips the back of her head, debating whether or not it counts as disobedience. They have been doing this for long enough that the ink of the rulebook has long since dried, and Kara should know better. However, when those baby blues look at her with such need and desperation, it makes her want to pin her onto her back and fuck her until her legs give out.
She decides to wait and see. She’ll make her mind up on the punishment depending on how well she services her.
Her hand guides her head closer to her sex, keeping eye contact the entire time. “Make it a good one.”
Her voice is raspy and full of desire, but her demeanour still screams control. Everything from her perfectly sculpted eyebrow raising with each command, a challenge of power, to the casual way she grips the other woman, owning her body with ease.
Kara dives right in between her legs, her tongue expertly releasing her clit from its hood and stimulating it with long, broad strokes, just how Lena likes it.
The brunette leans back slightly, one hand on the bed to steady herself and the other wound around the back of Kara’s neck, disallowing her from leaning back away from her. She holds back her moans as much as she can, not gifting Kara the pleasure of hearing her just yet.
Kara can sense when Lena wants more than what she is giving her and moves her tongue quicker, flicking her clit and nibbling it very gently from time to time. She knows she is doing it right when the grip Lena has on her tightens, keeping her exactly where she wants her.
“Just you wait, pretty girl,” Lena growls down at her. “If you’re a good girl then I will fuck you six ways from Sunday, and if not…well, let’s just say that you’ll be avoiding chairs until Sunday.”
Kara keens under her touch and stern gaze, desperate to do a good job for her girlfriend. No, not her girlfriend. When she is like this she becomes so much more. She becomes Miss.
Miss is so giving in everything she does. She gives her permission to touch her when she is ready for her. She gives her orgasms when she is ready and quivering for them, and she gives her the punishments she deserves when she has been naughty.
She is currently giving encouragement in the form of her steady hand, holding her in place and refusing to let her up from where she is buried deep in the depths of her Miss, her neck angled to get the perfect spot inside her that makes her go crazy.
Kara loves it when she solar flares because it gives her the perfect opportunity to really feel Lena, to be the weaker one in the relationship for once.
Lena is getting closer. Her delicious juices are dripping down both her thighs and Kara’s chin as she is held in position, her tongue now firmly jabbing up into her like a woman on a mission.
Kara leans back into the hand, not trying to get away, just to feel the strength in Miss’s touch and to know that she is truly out of control.
Miss comes with a shudder as she releases into Kara’s waiting mouth, using her face to clean herself up.
Her slick leaves a wet shine across her face and Lena doesn’t think she has ever seen a sight so beautiful.
She takes deep breaths as she comes down from her orgasm, holding Kara right where she wants her and enjoying the little licks she gives her as she comes down.
She takes Kara by surprise when she stands but continues to grip the back of her neck, forcing her up and over the bed so she is face down with her feet still firmly pressed against the floor. She taps her ankles with her foot, forcing them apart and putting her in the perfect position to drag her sexy little shorts down her legs and expose her dripping pussy.
She runs her fingers through the wetness, spreading it up and over her clit but refusing to linger. Refusing to grant her the pleasure she so craves.
“Are you going to be my good girl and take everything I give you?” Lena hisses out, leaning over Kara and leaving sloppy kisses to the back of a quivering shoulder.
Kara nods, her face pressed against the soft fabric, her hands fisting the sheets on either side of her head. She is still in awe that they aren’t ripping with her tight grip and how much weaker she is without her powers.
Lena releases her but she doesn’t move. She knows what’s expected of her.
She listens as intently as she can muster in her aroused state, barely able to focus on anything other than the throbbing between her thighs. All she can make out from her position is some rustling coming from the closet and she knows what that means.
When Miss returns, it’s with thick rubber pressing insistently between her thighs. She presses the shaft along her pussy, rubbing it against her needy clit.
The dildo feels much bigger than anything she has taken before, it must be at least 8 inches long, and she moans whorishly when she realizes how deep it will be inside her.
“I picked a big one for you. I found that filthy little diary of yours and read all about how much you crave a good pounding with my big dick.” The words are said so casually that if she didn’t know better, she would assume that Lena was merely engaging in small talk over dinner.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment. The diary holds her deepest fantasies. There are things in the diary that she doubts she could even muster the courage to speak aloud, let alone do them.
“I’m going to fill your pussy up good and full so you can get used to the size and then next time…” She runs a finger down her crack until it lands on her target. She presses against the quivering little hole a little, teasing her.
They had never done anal before in any capacity, but that doesn’t mean that they haven’t thought about it. Each of them too unsure to bring it up until Lena found all of Kara’s dirty little secrets presented before her, practically tied with a pretty pink bow like a gift for her.
The thought is too much for Kara and she desperately pushes her hips back, searching for the relief that only a good deep dicking can bring.
Her ass burns with the sharp smack that rains down on it. “I decide when you get fucked, not you. Whores just do as they’re told.”
More spanks rain down onto her ass, each hit bringing her up onto her toes as she simultaneously tries to get away and move closer for more.
Her cheeks shine with a pretty red as Lena manipulates the strap-on so the dildo is pressed against her drippy hole.
Her pussy clenches around the head as it enters her, clinging to it and trying to draw it in. Lena laughs at her in such a way that it makes her feel like a dirty little slut.
“Look at you, so desperate for my cock that your pussy tries to swallow it whole.” Her hair is gripped with a tight fist and her head is pressed against the mattress. Another hand pushes at the small of her back, pinning her as the dildo slides home.
Her eyes widen with each inch that presses inside of her, filling her up more than she imagined it would, and it takes everything in her not to immediately cum at the very thought of Lena pressing this dick so far up her ass that she can barely breathe.
No time is wasted in beginning her thrusts. There is no warm-up, just sharp, fast jabs designed to show her who is boss. The answer is always the same. Miss.
Her moans grow louder, and she tries to hold back her cries for Miss. The words die before they reach her tongue, but she wants so badly to profess her love, to tell her how good she feels and to beg her for more.
The dildo is hammering her pussy as Lena’s hips smack into her ass cheeks and worsening the burn left from her earlier spanks.
Kara can feel her orgasm growing nearer and nearer but knows she can’t ask. She can only wait for her mistress to give her permission.
Her pussy is taking the most brutal pounding she has ever experienced, and she is loving every second of it, her juices dripping down the dildo and squelching obscenely with each motion. Lena pants into her back, and her hands have moved to pin her by the back of her arms, making certain she can’t get away.
“Take everything I give you, pretty girl. I’m going to ruin you and you’re going to thank me for it.” The words should be a threat but all they are is a love-filled promise to fulfil every fantasy that her horny mind can come up with.
She is right on the edge, keening with each thrust as she begs her body not to betray her Miss. She longs to beg and finds herself in a conundrum. There is truly nothing she can do except wait for her Miss to give her permission or to…pull out.
She cries out as the dildo leaves her. She instantly feels herself fall back away from the precipice of her orgasm as Lena holds her just so.
Lena pants into her ear, ignoring her pained whines. “You’re not coming around this dick until it’s up that tight little ass of yours.”
She leans away, taking her release with her as Kara sobs her despair into the bedsheets.
“I’m hungry. Let’s go and make some dinner, and then we’ll see about round two.” Lena removes the strap-on and gently helps her up, hugging her to her body as she calms down. “Don’t worry, once your ass is wrapped around my cock, you won’t be getting off of it until you have emptied yourself of every orgasm in your body.”
Her neck is grasped in a tight hold as she is pulled into a fiery kiss full of promise for what the evening will hold.