The moment Lena stepped inside the apartment, the air felt charged, as if everything had been set in motion the moment she crossed the threshold. The room was dim, the soft light from the lamps casting shadows along the walls. But what caught Lena's attention first was the figure standing in the middle of the room.
Kara.
She was wearing a Ghostface mask, the white, hollow eyes staring back at Lena in a way that both unsettled and excited her. The tension from the day built in her chest, and she could feel her breath hitch at the sight of Kara's absence of a shirt. Her toned abs were visible, the soft glow of the light accentuating her muscular frame. She was wearing only a pair of black pants, the fabric tight around her legs, her posture exuding confidence and control.
In her hand, Kara was holding a knife—fake, but still real enough to make Lena's heart skip a beat. The blade glinted under the light, reflecting Kara's intent gaze.
Lena froze for a moment, caught off guard by the sheer intensity of the scene before her. Kara's eyes never left her as she slowly, deliberately twirled the knife in her hand, the movement almost sensual in the way it caught the light.
The room was thick with anticipation as Kara stood in silence, the only sound being the quiet rustling of her movements. Lena could feel every second stretch out, each one more agonizing than the last. Her body was on edge, her breath shallow and unsteady, her heart racing as Kara stood there, motionless except for the faint glint of the knife in her hand.
Lena wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but the silence enveloped them both, making every thought in her mind vanish. She could feel Kara's presence, could practically hear the pulse of Kara's breath beneath the mask, and it made her insides tighten with both excitement and anxiety.
She shifted on her feet, unable to stand still, her hands trembling ever so slightly. Her pulse raced like a drum in her ears, and she could feel the weight of Kara's gaze, even though it was hidden behind the mask.
Then, just as Lena was about to explode with anticipation, Kara finally moved.
She stepped closer, slowly, her footsteps calculated and deliberate, and for a moment, Lena wasn't sure if she could breathe. She watched as Kara leaned in, her lips grazing Lena's earlobe, sending a shock of heat through her body.
Kara's whisper was low and velvety, just for Lena's ears, and it sent a thrill of excitement straight through her spine. "Run," Kara murmured, her voice full of dark promise.
Lena's breath hitched in her throat. There was no hesitation—she didn't even think. Her instincts took over, and she spun on her heel, her body propelled forward by the command.
She ran.
The sound of her own footsteps echoed in her ears as she darted through the apartment, the adrenaline rushing through her veins, the pulse of the chase quickening her every step. She didn't know where she was going, didn't care. All that mattered was getting away, feeling that rush, the thrill of the moment, knowing that Kara was right behind her, hunting her down.
The excitement built as she heard Kara's footsteps follow, but the mask, the knife, the energy of the game—they were all consuming her thoughts, making her movements erratic and filled with desperate energy. It was like a dance, one where Lena had no control over where it would lead.
Her breath quickened, her body pushing harder, faster, every second feeling like a test, a challenge. But she couldn't stop now. Not when Kara had already set the stage, not when Kara's words still echoed in her mind, urging her forward.
Run, Lena.
Fucking chase me, fucking break me
You're my everything, please just rape me...
The air in the apartment was thick with tension as Kara's silence enveloped them. Lena's breath came in ragged gasps, her body still trying to recover from the exertion of her frantic escape. But it was in the quiet, in the absence of Kara's teasing words, that the true power of the situation began to settle over Lena.
Kara didn't need to say a word. Her mere presence—her stillness—spoke volumes. The only sounds that filled the space were Lena's shallow breaths, the soft tap of Kara's boots against the floor as she moved slowly, deliberately, toward Lena. Each step Kara took sent a pulse of anticipation through Lena's body, heightening the sensation of being hunted, of being controlled.
Lena felt herself shiver with excitement, her chest heaving as she fought to steady herself. She hadn't expected Kara to remain so silent, but now, with her body positioned in front of Lena, it only made everything more intense. The absence of Kara's voice made her imagination race, filling the silence with thoughts of what was coming next.
Lena's eyes darted to Kara, noticing the way the mask sat on her face—how the lack of expression only made Kara's movements more intimidating, more alluring. Kara didn't have to say anything to remind Lena of her power. Her body language, her control, it all communicated the game they were playing without a single word.
Kara's gaze locked on Lena, and it was as if she could feel the tension vibrating between them. Lena stood there, her back pressed against the wall for support, her legs slightly wobbly from the chase. She knew what Kara wanted—knew she was waiting for Lena to break. And the pressure was building, intensifying with every heartbeat.
Without a word, Kara reached out and gripped Lena's wrist, her fingers firm and unyielding. The touch sent a shock through Lena's body, making her breath catch in her throat. She couldn't help but lean into Kara's hold, her body responding to the dominance Kara exuded without a single utterance.
Lena's pulse raced as Kara pulled her closer, her lips just a breath away from Lena's ear. The silence stretched out, thick and suffocating, and in that moment, Lena knew she couldn't take it anymore. She needed Kara to move. She needed her to do something—anything—to break this excruciating stillness.
Kara moved with calculated precision, her silence making every motion sharper, heavier, and impossible to ignore. Lena's back hit the wall, her chest heaving as she looked up at the figure towering over her. Her instinct told her to fight, to resist, but the truth was she didn't want to get away. Not really.
The fake knife in Kara's hand dropped to the side, clattering to the floor as her other hand pressed firmly on Lena's shoulder. With a sudden, fluid movement, Kara shifted her weight, pulling Lena forward just enough to throw her off balance. Lena's breath hitched as she felt herself being guided to the floor, her knees buckling beneath her.
Kara knelt over Lena, straddling her as she reached behind herself to retrieve the prepared ropes. Lena struggled—not out of genuine resistance, but because her body was humming with adrenaline, and she couldn't help but react. Her hands pushed weakly at Kara's arms, her legs kicking against the ground in futile defiance. But even in her feigned resistance, her eyes betrayed her, wide with excitement and anticipation.
"Mmmpfh..." Lena whimpered softly, her voice breaking the thick silence. She twisted beneath Kara, her body arching as she tried and failed to find an escape. Her movements were uncoordinated, her strength no match for Kara's calm, deliberate force.
Kara didn't hesitate. The ropes were already in her hands, and she used her knee to pin Lena's thigh down, immobilizing her. Lena's arms flailed for a moment, but Kara caught them easily, holding her wrists together as she began to bind them. Lena's breathing grew quicker, her head tilting back against the floor as she squirmed helplessly.
"Kara—" Lena gasped, her voice trembling, though she didn't expect a response. The lack of words only fueled the fire building within her, the way Kara handled her without explanation or hesitation driving her mad.
The rope bit into Lena's skin—not painfully, but enough to remind her she was trapped. Her wrists were bound tightly together, and Kara's hands moved with expertise, securing the knots with precision. Lena tugged weakly at the restraints, testing them, but there was no give. She was at Kara's mercy now, completely and utterly helpless.
And she didn't want it to stop.
As Kara shifted back, her hand slid down Lena's arm, guiding her into place as though Lena were a doll to be posed. Her touch was firm but careful, controlling every movement Lena made. Lena's struggles grew weaker, more half-hearted, her body sinking further into the sensation of being dominated.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted as she panted softly. Kara remained silent, the mask concealing her face but not her intentions. Her presence was overwhelming, her control absolute, and Lena's body responded to it, arching involuntarily beneath her.
Every muscle in Lena's body burned with need, her head spinning as Kara's quiet power consumed her. She didn't want to resist anymore. She didn't want to run. All she wanted was to give in.
Only then, a low, quiet chuckle escaped Kara, reverberating through the room like a predator savoring its prey. The sound hit Lena like a jolt of electricity, sending a shiver racing down her spine. Bound and completely at Kara's mercy, she squirmed against her restraints, but there was no escape. And deep down, she didn't want one.
Kara's hands, firm and methodical, moved to Lena's waist. The sharp tug of her fingers made Lena's heart race, and the soft tear of fabric was deafening in the charged silence. Lena gasped as her blouse was shredded effortlessly, the pieces falling to the floor like discarded petals. Kara didn't rush, taking her time to expose Lena layer by layer, her movements deliberate, calculated, and maddeningly slow.
"Enjoying yourself, Mrs. Luthor?" Kara finally spoke, her voice smooth, teasing, dripping with mockery. The mask gave her an eerie anonymity, making her words feel even more intoxicating.
Lena tried to retort, but her voice caught in her throat, her lips trembling as she let out a shaky exhale instead. The cool air kissed her skin as Kara made quick work of her skirt, tearing it away as easily as the blouse. The way Kara's strength contrasted with Lena's helplessness made Lena's head spin, her body flushing with heat.
"You're so quiet now," Kara continued, her voice laced with amusement. "What happened to all that resistance, hmm?" She leaned closer, her lips hovering just over Lena's ear. "Don't tell me you're already giving up."
Lena whimpered, her body arching involuntarily against Kara. Every word Kara spoke only tightened the coil of anticipation in her chest, making her feel more exposed, more vulnerable, more at her mercy.
Kara's hands ghosted over Lena's body, her touch featherlight and teasing. "You think I don't notice?" she murmured, her tone turning dark, predatory. "How much you're enjoying this?" Her fingers trailed down Lena's side, igniting a path of fire beneath her skin.
"I—I'm not—" Lena stammered, but Kara's chuckle cut her off.
"Don't lie to me," Kara whispered, her voice firm yet amused. "I can feel you trembling, Lena. I can see the way your body reacts to every little thing I do." She pressed her palm against Lena's hip, holding her firmly in place. "You like this," she said, her voice dropping an octave, "and I'm going to use that against you."
Lena's breathing hitched, her cheeks burning as Kara's words sliced through her like a blade. She tried to fight back, to keep some semblance of control, but Kara's relentless teasing was undoing her piece by piece.
"You're so beautiful like this," Kara continued, her voice almost reverent but still carrying that edge of dominance. "Completely helpless. Completely mine." Her fingers gripped the remains of Lena's lingerie, and with a single, effortless pull, it joined the pile of tattered clothing on the floor.
Lena's chest heaved, her body trembling as Kara loomed over her. The mask, the silence, the overwhelming presence—it was all too much. And yet, it wasn't enough. She wanted more. She needed more.
And Kara, with that knowing chuckle, made it clear she wasn't done with Lena yet.
Kara stood over Lena, a silent, imposing figure, the ghostface mask casting shadows that danced across the room. Her presence was magnetic, her every movement slow and deliberate, a predator savoring its prey. Lena's chest heaved, her body trembling as the weight of her fantasy—brought to life with such precision—pressed down on her.
She was a sobbing, desperate mess, her cries barely muffled by her bitten lip. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, and her wide, glassy eyes were locked onto the unmistakable tent in Kara's pants. The sight alone made her knees buckle as she lay on the floor, helplessly restrained and completely overwhelmed.
Kara didn't speak, her silence deafening, her body language dripping with menace. The low chuckle she had let out earlier still echoed in Lena's mind, feeding into the whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume her. Every sensation felt amplified—the cool air on her exposed skin, the burn of the ropes against her wrists, the steady, unrelenting throb between her thighs.
Kara crouched slowly, her movements deliberate and purposeful. She leaned in, her masked face just inches from Lena's tear-streaked one. Her breath was warm against Lena's ear, and when she finally broke the silence, her voice was a low, mocking whisper.
"Look at you," Kara said, her tone sharp and teasing. "A sobbing little mess. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Lena whimpered, her lip quivering as she tried to form a coherent response, but all that came out was a broken moan. Her body squirmed beneath Kara, her bound wrists tugging uselessly at the restraints as if testing just how trapped she truly was.
Kara tilted her head, studying Lena like a puzzle she had already solved. "What's wrong, Lena? Isn't this what you fantasized about? The mask. The power. The knife." Her fingers grazed over the fake blade, still lying on the floor. "You wanted to be hunted. To be cornered. To be mine."
The words hit Lena like a tidal wave, her body shuddering with the weight of them. She felt exposed, vulnerable, completely at Kara's mercy. And yet, she couldn't look away from the bulge straining against Kara's pants, her mind spiraling with thoughts of what could come next.
Kara noticed, of course. Her gloved hand reached down, gripping Lena's chin and forcing her to look up into the blank, haunting eyes of the mask. "Eyes up here," she commanded, her voice sharp and commanding. Then, after a beat, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a mocking, almost cruel tone.
"But you can't stop thinking about it, can you? How badly you want me. How you want all of me." Her free hand trailed down Lena's trembling body, not touching her where she needed it most but close enough to drive her mad. "You're pathetic, Lena. A sobbing little mess, just begging to be ruined."
Lena let out a broken sob, her head falling back against the floor. She couldn't deny it—didn't want to. This was everything she'd fantasized about and more, and the reality of it was almost too much to bear. Her body ached with need, her mind racing as Kara's words painted vivid pictures that sent her spiraling deeper into submission.
Kara stood back up, towering over Lena with an air of dominance that left no room for doubt. She tapped the toe of her boot against Lena's thigh, making her flinch. "You're not going anywhere," she said, her voice firm and final. "And by the time I'm done with you, you won't even want to."
Lena's body arched involuntarily, her mind clouded with a haze of lust and surrender. She was completely at Kara's mercy, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Kara's gloved hand moved with excruciating slowness as she reached for the zipper of her pants, the sound of it dragging down cutting through the tense air. Lena's eyes widened, her breath hitching as the reality of her fantasy collided headfirst with the raw, undeniable dominance Kara exuded. She was frozen, trembling, her mind spinning as Kara tugged her pants open just enough to tease.
The bulge was there, larger than Lena had imagined, straining against the fabric. It was a deliberate, torturous display meant to set her ablaze, and it worked. Kara didn't rush, didn't give Lena what she was clearly desperate for. Instead, she let the anticipation simmer, the ghostface mask tilting slightly as though she was watching Lena squirm with sadistic amusement.
"You can't run, Lena," Kara finally broke her silence, her voice low, controlled, and laced with wicked intent. She leaned forward, planting a gloved hand beside Lena's head, looming over her with an overwhelming presence. "Not from me. Not from this."
Lena whimpered, her body trembling as she squirmed against the ropes binding her. She could feel the heat radiating off Kara, her teasing words driving Lena further into the depths of her desire.
Kara chuckled softly, a dark and knowing sound that made Lena's stomach flip. "You're already shaking," she mocked, her free hand moving to toy with the waistband of her boxers, pulling it down just enough to tease. "And we haven't even started yet."
The words sent a shiver racing down Lena's spine, her cheeks burning as her gaze flicked between Kara's face—or what she could see of it under the mask—and the bulge that was now so close, yet so far.
"But before we go any further," Kara continued, her voice sharp and commanding, "you need to remember how to address me properly."
Lena's lips parted, her breaths shallow as she stared up at Kara, completely undone.
"Say it," Kara demanded, her gloved fingers gripping Lena's chin and forcing her to meet her masked gaze. "Say my name. The one you're supposed to use when you're like this."
Lena's throat tightened, her voice barely a whisper as she stammered, "M-Mrs. Ghostface."
Kara clicked her tongue, her tone filled with mock disappointment. "Louder," she said, her hand tightening just enough to send a shiver through Lena. "You're better than that, Lena. You're my little victim, aren't you? So say it like you mean it."
Lena sobbed out a moan, her head tilting back as she choked out, "Mrs. Ghostface!"
The sound of Kara's dark chuckle was intoxicating, her fingers trailing down Lena's trembling body as she loomed even closer. "Good girl," she purred, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "But don't you dare forget it. If I have to remind you again, I won't be so kind."
Lena whimpered, her body arching slightly as Kara's words sent her into a frenzy of need. She was completely at Kara's mercy, her mind spiraling as the Kryptonian's dominance consumed her.
Kara's gloved fingers danced over Lena's skin with a feather-light touch, barely grazing her collarbone before tracing a maddeningly slow line down the curve of her arm. The deliberate gentleness made Lena shiver, her body hypersensitive to every teasing caress. It was maddening—just enough to make her want more but never enough to satisfy.
Kara's head tilted slightly, the ghostface mask looming over Lena like a predator savoring its prey. Her voice was a low purr, cutting through the haze of Lena's frantic thoughts. "You're so quiet, Lena," she murmured. "Are you holding back? Or do you like this too much to speak?"
Lena whimpered, her breath catching in her throat. Her body betrayed her, arching into Kara's touch even as her mind screamed at her to regain control. But Kara didn't give her a chance to collect herself.
"I told you," Kara continued, her fingers trailing down Lena's side with infuriating delicacy, "I want every detail. What do you want me to do to you, Lena? Don't make me drag it out of you."
Lena's lips trembled, her head shaking as she tried to focus. "Kara, I—"
"Wrong," Kara interrupted sharply, her hand gripping Lena's hip just enough to still her squirming. "What's my name, Lena?"
Lena bit her lip, her voice a whisper as she corrected herself. "Mrs. Ghostface..."
Kara hummed approvingly, her gloved hand resuming its torturous, feather-light exploration. "Good girl. Now, tell me. Do you want me to pin you down? To make you beg? Or maybe..." Her fingers trailed over the sensitive skin of Lena's inner thigh, making her gasp. "...you want me to take you apart piece by piece until there's nothing left of you but this trembling, needy mess."
Lena's head fell back against the floor, her breath hitching as the vivid images Kara's words conjured overwhelmed her. "Yes..." she admitted, her voice breaking. "I want you to fuck me. To take me...to make me beg. I want you to ruin me, Mrs. Ghostface."
Kara's head tilted, the ghostface mask making her seem more ominous as she crouched closer, her gloved hand sliding to Lena's jaw to tilt her face upward. "Oh, Lena," she drawled mockingly, her tone dripping with amusement. "You like danger, don't you? You want me to make you feel powerless, to keep you guessing if I'll go too far."
Lena's eyes closed, heat flooding her cheeks as she tried to turn her face away from Kara's penetrating gaze. It was too much—the way Kara's voice wrapped around her like a velvet glove, the way she could feel her body betraying her.
But Kara wasn't about to let her escape so easily. She tightened her grip on Lena's jaw, her tone sharp now. "Eyes on me, Mrs. Luthor," she ordered, her voice low and commanding.
Lena obeyed, trembling as she looked up at the mask, her eyes wide with helplessness.
Kara's lips curved into a smirk beneath the mask, her gloved hand trailing to Lena's shoulder. "Oh, you're full of surprises, aren't you?" she murmured, her tone dripping with condescension. "All this power, all that control you wield out there in the world, and yet you want me to take it all away from you. How very... predictable."
The mockery made Lena squirm, her body moving instinctively as she tried to twist away from Kara's relentless hold. "Stop it," she muttered, her voice trembling.
But Kara's reflexes were quicker. She pushed Lena back down with enough force to make her gasp, her gloved hand pinning her wrist to the floor. "Stop? Oh no, darling," Kara whispered, leaning in closer so Lena could feel the heat of her breath through the mask. "You don't get to squirm away from me. Not now. You wanted this, didn't you?"
Lena froze beneath her, her chest heaving as she nodded weakly.
"Then act like it," Kara demanded, her tone laced with mock impatience.
Kara shifted back just slightly, giving Lena a brief reprieve from the overwhelming closeness. But only for a moment. With deliberate slowness, she began to undo the remaining fastenings of her pants, her movements fluid and calculated, designed to captivate Lena completely.
Lena's breath hitched as more of Kara's body was revealed, her eyes helplessly tracing the defined lines of muscle, the smooth skin glowing faintly in the dim light. And then... there it was.
Her jaw dropped slightly, and her eyes widened, unable to look anywhere else. It was everything she had imagined and more, and the reality of it sent her heart pounding violently in her chest. Kara's body was perfection, a balance of strength and grace that Lena could never grow tired of admiring. But now, with the added edge of her fantasies coming to life, it was almost too much.
Kara caught the stunned look on Lena's face and chuckled darkly. "What's the matter, zhao?" she drawled, letting the words roll off her tongue with wicked amusement. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just that desperate already?"
I just wanna be your sweetheart
Fucking come here, give me your heart...
Lena stammered, her voice a whisper. "I-I wasn't—"
"Weren't you?" Kara interrupted smoothly, stepping closer. Her gloved hand reached out to tilt Lena's chin up, forcing her to maintain eye contact. "You're practically devouring me with your eyes. Don't deny it."
Lena flushed deeply, her lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out.
Kara didn't give Lena even a second to prepare, her movements swift and deliberate as she finally followed through on everything she'd teased. With a force that stole Lena's breath away, Kara drove her hips forward, claiming her in one singular, unrelenting motion.
The sound that tore from Lena's throat was raw and uninhibited, echoing off the walls in a way that would have been mortifying if she weren't so entirely consumed. It was a mix of shock, pleasure, and overwhelming sensation, her tied hands grasping at Kara's arm as if anchoring herself to reality.
Kara smirked above her, the glint in her eyes predatory as she held Lena firmly in place. "Louder," she murmured, her tone dripping with command. "No one's going to hear but me, and I want every sound you make, Lena."
Lena whimpered, her nails digging into Kara's skin as she nodded weakly. "K-Kara—"
"No," Kara interrupted, leaning down to capture Lena's lips in a brief, bruising kiss before pulling back. "What's my name tonight, darling? Say it."
Lena's mind was a haze, her body trembling under the weight of Kara's dominance and the lingering echoes of her fantasy now fully realized. She managed to gasp out, "Mrs. Ghostface—"
"Good girl," Kara purred, her voice sending shivers down Lena's spine. She shifted her hips again, setting a rhythm that left Lena gasping, her body arching helplessly with each powerful motion of Kara's length.
The room seemed to dissolve around them, the only sounds the creak of the floor beneath them and Lena's unrestrained cries. Kara's strength was unyielding, every move deliberate and calculated to draw the most intoxicating reactions from Lena.
"You're going to remember this," Kara growled against Lena's ear, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Every. Single. Detail. And tomorrow, when you're sitting in that fancy office of yours, you'll still feel me. You'll still hear my voice."
Lena could only sob in response, her head falling back as Kara's words unraveled her completely. She was thankful, somewhere in the back of her mind, that their apartment was isolated. Because if anyone had been able to hear what was happening within these walls, she doubted she'd ever live it down.
Kara's movements didn't falter as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Lena's ear. Her voice was soft but firm, dripping with approval. "That's it, Lena," she murmured. "That's my good girl. Taking me so well... so perfectly."
Lena let out a broken whimper at the praise, her entire body trembling beneath Kara's unrelenting presence. It was intoxicating, the way Kara's voice melted into her skin like warm honey, soothing and inflaming her all at once.
Lena couldn't hold back any longer. The tension building inside her burst like a dam, leaving her gasping Kara's name—"Mrs. Ghostface!"—in a voice that cracked with raw emotion and overwhelming need. Her nails clawed at Kara's back as she rode the waves of her release, her cries echoing in the room as she surrendered completely.
Kara leaned down, her lips grazing Lena's ear, voice low and dangerous. "You think we're done, sweetheart? Oh no," she whispered, her tone sending a shiver down Lena's spine. "Round two is just beginning. And this time... if I catch you, I won't be gentle. I'll use the other end of you. You better run."
Lena's breath hitched, her tied hands trembling slightly as she processed Kara's words. A fresh wave of heat flushed her cheeks, and though her legs were still weak—practically useless pudding beneath her—she scrambled to her feet, heart pounding.
Kara didn't move at first, simply watching her, the mask still obscuring her face but unable to hide the predatory glint in her posture. Lena staggered forward, her bound hands limiting her balance, but the thrill of it—the chase, the tension, the promise—propelled her forward.
Kara gave her a head start, counting softly under her breath just loud enough for Lena to hear. "One... two... three..."
Lena whimpered, her body already betraying her as she stumbled down the hallway, her bare feet slapping against the floor. Every step sent an aching reminder through her of what Kara had already done to her, and now, what was about to happen next.
"Ten," Kara finally said, her voice ringing out. The sound of her steps—slow, deliberate—echoed behind Lena.
Lena dared to glance over her shoulder, her wide eyes meeting Kara's form. The Kryptonian stood tall, shirtless and imposing, the fake knife glinting in one hand, her movements unhurried but brimming with power.
"You can't get far like that, Lena," Kara called out, her voice calm but menacing. "Your legs are trembling. You're already mine. But go ahead... try. I love a good chase."
Lena let out a desperate, breathless noise and tried to pick up her pace, her legs faltering beneath her. But she couldn't deny the way Kara's tone—low and taunting—was making her knees weaker with every word. She knew she couldn't escape, but that wasn't the point.
Kara was giving her the thrill of it. And when she caught her, Lena knew she'd have no choice but to surrender again.
Lena staggered down the hallway, her heart racing as her tied hands made it nearly impossible to steady herself. Every step felt unsteady, her legs trembling beneath her like they could give out at any moment. She barely made it past the corner before Kara's soft footsteps began to echo behind her.
"Lena," Kara's voice drawled, low and teasing, sending shivers racing up Lena's spine. "You're not really trying, are you? Don't tell me you're already giving up."
Lena whimpered, the sound involuntary as she pressed her back against the wall, panting heavily. She couldn't stop the rush of adrenaline and arousal that coursed through her veins, knowing Kara was deliberately giving her the illusion of escape, drawing out the inevitable.
The footsteps grew louder, slower, deliberate. Kara's silhouette appeared at the end of the hallway, broad shoulders illuminated by the dim light. Her abs glistened faintly with a sheen of exertion, and the fake knife in her hand caught the light ominously. The mask obscured Kara's face, but her towering presence made Lena shiver.
"Run," Kara said again, her voice softer but no less commanding. "Run, Lena. Because if I catch you..." She leaned closer, the mask tilting ominously as her voice dropped. "...You will wish you ran faster."
With a strangled gasp, Lena forced herself to move. Her feet slid against the floor as she pushed off, her legs like jelly beneath her, her body begging her to give in already. She made it a few more steps before she heard Kara chuckle low behind her—a sound that made her knees weaken further.
"Pathetic," Kara's voice taunted, smooth and full of amusement. "I barely have to try, Lena. You're just waiting for me to catch you, aren't you?"
Lena whimpered again, stumbling to the side and pressing herself against another wall in a desperate attempt to steady herself.
And then Kara moved.
Fast.
The sound of her steps was deafening, and before Lena could even think to dodge, Kara was there. She pinned Lena against the wall effortlessly, the knife's dull edge grazing against her cheek as she loomed over her. Lena gasped, her body frozen beneath Kara's imposing form.
"You didn't get far," Kara said, her voice calm, almost mocking. The mask tilted downward as she pressed the fake knife lightly under Lena's chin, forcing her to tilt her head back. "Didn't I warn you what would happen if I caught you?"
Lena trembled beneath her, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she squirmed weakly. Her body betrayed her yet again, leaning into Kara's touch even as her mind screamed at her to resist.
Kara grinned behind the mask, her free hand trailing down Lena's body, teasing over her trembling thighs. "You wanted danger, didn't you, Lena?" she purred. "You wanted me to take you."
Lena didn't have a chance to respond before Kara yanked her away from the wall and dragged her toward the floor. She maneuvered Lena onto her stomach with ease, her bound hands pressed against her lower back as Kara loomed over her.
"You've been such a good girl, Lena," Kara murmured, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "But I think it's time I teach you what happens when you beg for something you can't handle."
Kara leaned down, her breath hot against Lena's ear. "You wanted me harder, didn't you?" she whispered. "You wanted me to use everything I've got. Well, Lena... now you're going to feel it."
Lena's voice trembled as she squirmed beneath Kara, her breaths shallow and uneven. She could barely think, let alone resist, as Kara's overwhelming presence loomed above her. Bound and utterly at her mercy, Lena found herself slipping deeper into the role Kara had so expertly orchestrated.
"P-please..." Lena whimpered, her voice breaking as she turned her head slightly, trying to catch even a sliver of Kara's expression through the Ghostface mask. But all she saw was her own reflection in the smooth surface of the knife Kara held. "Mrs. Ghostface... please, I'll be good. I promise!"
Kara let out a low, dark chuckle, her fingers tightening around Lena's hips as she leaned closer, the edge of the dull blade brushing against Lena's trembling collarbone.
"Good?" Kara repeated mockingly, her voice dripping with amusement. "You think begging me now is going to save you?"
Lena's breath hitched, her cheeks flushed with heat as tears pricked the corners of her eyes—not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of the moment. "I-I'll do anything," she stammered, her voice cracking. "Anything you want. Just... please don't hurt me."
The mask tilted, Kara's silent, imposing figure sending chills down Lena's spine. The lack of visible emotion only heightened her arousal and desperation, her mind spiraling into a haze of helpless need.
"Oh, Lena..." Kara's voice dropped to a near whisper, almost tender, though the edge of cruelty never left her tone. "I don't think you understand. You don't get to make promises. You don't get to negotiate."
Lena shivered as Kara's fingers ghosted down her side, her touch feather-light yet commanding. "But since you're so eager to behave," Kara continued, her tone taunting, "why don't you show me how good you can be? Beg me properly. Convince me not to punish you."
Lena let out a soft sob, her head hanging low as she tried to compose herself. The rope binding her wrists dug into her skin as she struggled weakly, her movements more instinctual than deliberate.
"Mrs. Ghostface..." Lena whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be so good. I'll—" she hiccupped, her chest heaving as she forced herself to continue. "I'll do anything. Just please, please don't hurt me. I'll be perfect for you. I swear."
Kara let out another low chuckle, the sound vibrating through Lena's entire body. She lowered herself further, her breath hot against Lena's ear as she whispered, "Anything, huh? Funny... I don't think you even know what that means."
Lena gasped as Kara shifted, her hips pressing firmly against her, and the sudden contact made her mind go blank. "Say it again," Kara ordered, her voice low and commanding. "Call me properly, Lena. Let me hear you beg like you mean it."
"Mrs. Ghostface!" Lena cried out, her voice cracking under the weight of her desperation. "Please... please, I'll be good. I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me. I'll be yours—I am yours!"
Kara hummed in approval, her free hand trailing down Lena's thigh, teasing her mercilessly. "That's better," she murmured, the satisfaction evident in her tone. "But I'm still not convinced."
Lena sobbed again, her body trembling beneath Kara's weight as the game pushed her further into her role. And deep down, she didn't want to escape—didn't want to be spared. All she wanted was Kar-Mrs. Ghostface.
Kara tilted her head slightly, the Ghostface mask gleaming ominously in the dim light of the room. She took a step back, the sudden loss of contact making Lena shiver. With deliberate slowness, Kara's gloved hand tapped the fake knife against her palm, the sound soft but commanding.
"On your knees," Kara said, her tone dark and uncompromising.
Lena froze for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as the words registered. Her wrists still bound, her breathing ragged, she hesitated—not because she didn't want to obey but because of the weight of the moment.
Kara leaned down just slightly, her presence looming, her voice cutting through Lena's hesitation. "Now, Lena."
That was all it took. Lena slid to her knees, her movements hurried and clumsy as the ropes made it difficult to balance. She looked up, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed with heat, and found herself mesmerized by the way Kara's muscles flexed under the soft glow of the room.
Kara didn't move for a moment, letting the tension hang heavy between them. Lena felt the weight of Kara's gaze—or what she imagined was behind the mask—and it made her squirm. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously, the heat between her legs unbearable.
Kara's gloved hand slid down, gripping Lena's chin with just enough pressure to keep her from looking anywhere but up. The mask tilted, the faintest hint of Kara's breath audible behind the plastic façade.
"Open," Kara commanded, her voice low and laced with dominance, each word deliberate.
Lena hesitated for just a moment, her lips trembling as her breathing quickened. She swallowed hard, her bound hands resting uselessly in her lap, before obeying. Slowly, her lips parted, her wide green eyes locking onto the mask.
"Good," Kara purred, the single word a mixture of approval and threat. She let the tension stretch for another beat, her gloved fingers brushing lightly against Lena's jawline before she stepped closer, her powerful frame casting Lena further in shadow.
Kara undid her pants with the kind of measured slowness that was meant to drive Lena insane. Her every movement was calculated, purposeful, meant to keep Lena on the edge of anticipation. The sound of the zipper was deafening in the otherwise silent room, and Lena's breath hitched as Kara freed her cock, the sight making her thighs press together involuntarily.
"Mrs. Ghostface," Lena whispered softly, her voice trembling as she leaned forward instinctively, even before being asked.
"Ah-ah," Kara taunted, her gloved hand catching Lena's chin again and holding her in place. She leaned down slightly, the mask inches from Lena's face. "I didn't say you could move yet."
Lena whimpered softly, her knees already aching from the hard floor but not caring in the slightest. Her entire world narrowed to Kara and the heavy weight of the moment.
Finally, Kara stepped forward fully, her presence overwhelming. "Now," she murmured, her voice dark and commanding. "Use that clever mouth of yours for something worthwhile."
Lena didn't need to be told twice. She leaned in, her mouth wrapping around Kara's tip, her cheeks burning with a mixture of submission and exhilaration, and began to obey, every movement deliberate, reverent. Kara's gloved hand stayed firmly on the back of Lena's head, guiding her with an authority that made Lena's pulse race.
Kara let out a low chuckle, the sound reverberating through Lena, making her shiver. "That's right, Lena," Kara murmured, her voice dripping with mockery and praise all at once. "You're so good when you stop thinking and just follow orders."
Lena couldn't answer, her world spinning as she did exactly what Kara wanted, every sound and every movement pulling her deeper into the role she so willingly embraced.
Kara let out a low, guttural sound as her release coursed through her, her gloved hand tightening briefly in Lena's hair before relaxing. The mask hid her expression, but the sheer dominance radiating from her body left Lena trembling, her own desire a fire roaring out of control. Kara stepped back slightly, breathing heavily, her tone icy yet laced with satisfaction.
"On your stomach," Kara commanded, her voice sharp and leaving no room for hesitation. "Hands above your head."
Lena's heart raced as she nodded, her knees wobbling as she complied. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the floor, the cool surface pressing against her heated skin. Her hands moved above her head, wrists still bound together tightly by the ropes Kara had so expertly tied earlier. The vulnerability of the position sent a shiver down her spine, but it wasn't fear she felt—it was raw, unfiltered anticipation.
Kara stepped around her, boots heavy on the floor, the sound reverberating in Lena's ears. The mask added an extra layer of detachment, and Lena couldn't predict Kara's next move. That unpredictability sent a thrill through her, making her press her thighs together as she squirmed slightly.
Kara's gloved fingers ghosted over Lena's bare skin, tracing the line of her spine as if deciding where to start. Lena's breath hitched, her cheek pressed against the cool floor as she fought to stay perfectly still.
"You're squirming already," Kara mused, her voice muffled yet chillingly commanding behind the mask. "You like this, don't you? Being cornered, helpless, at the mercy of your stalker."
Lena whimpered, her body betraying her with every shiver. She didn't answer—she couldn't. The words wouldn't come, her throat dry from anticipation.
"No answer?" Kara's hand hovered above Lena's skin, the tension in the air thick. "That's naughty, Lena. I think you need to learn some manners."
Without warning, Kara's palm connected with Lena's backside, the sharp crack echoing in the room. Lena cried out, a mixture of surprise and arousal flooding her senses. She clenched her fists, wrists still tied together, as her body responded involuntarily, heat pooling low in her belly.
"Counting would be polite," Kara taunted, her tone mockingly sweet. "Let's see if you can manage that, or if you're too far gone."
Lena swallowed hard, her cheeks burning as she whispered, "O-one."
Kara hummed approvingly before delivering another smack, this one harder, making Lena jolt against the floor. "Two," Lena gasped, her voice shaking.
"You're such a good little victim," Kara cooed mockingly, her hand smoothing over the growing warmth on Lena's skin before striking again. "Good girls don't enjoy this as much as you do, though. What does that make you, hmm?"
"A naughty girl," Lena whispered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, though not from pain. She felt overwhelmed, her body on fire, every nerve ending alive under Kara's calculated touch.
"That's right." Kara's voice dropped lower, more menacing. "A naughty girl who gets off on being hunted, tied up, and spanked by her stalker. Admit it."
"Yes!" Lena sobbed, her hips twitching as she pressed her thighs together, desperate for relief. "I like it—I love it! Please—don't stop."
Kara chuckled darkly, her hand gripping Lena's bound wrists to keep her in place. "Oh, I'm not stopping. Not until you've learned what happens to bad girls who enjoy being prey."
She delivered another smack, harder than the last, making Lena cry out again. "Three," Lena whispered, her voice cracking, her body trembling as Kara continued to toy with her.
"You'll count louder," Kara demanded, her hand hovering again, teasing Lena with the promise of more. "Or I'll start over. Understand?"
"Yes, Mrs. Ghostface," Lena replied quickly, her voice louder this time, though still breathy with need.
"Good," Kara purred, raising her hand again. "Let's see how many it takes to break you."
"Twenty-four!" Kara froze mid-motion, the mask tilting slightly as if she were regarding Lena carefully. The silence stretched between them, broken only by Lena's uneven breathing. Her body trembled, skin flushed, and eyes glassy with tears that blurred the fine line between pain and pleasure.
"Please," Lena whimpered, her voice breaking. "Please, Mrs. Ghostface, no more... I can't."
Kara let out a low, almost predatory chuckle, a sound that sent shivers racing down Lena's spine. The gloved fingers that had been so commanding a moment ago now grazed her tender skin with almost a deceptive gentleness.
"You're begging so sweetly," Kara murmured, her voice a dark caress. "I should reward you for that. But, you know... I don't think you're ready to stop yet. Not really."
Lena's lips parted to protest, but before she could form the words, Kara shifted behind her. The sharp sound of Kara pulling down her boxers again, filled the room, and Lena's breath hitched, anticipation and dread tangling in her chest.
"Kara—" she started, but the word broke into a sharp gasp as Kara's strong hands grabbed her hips, pulling her up slightly to position her just how she wanted.
"No more excuses, Lena," Kara said, her voice quieter now, but no less commanding. "You don't really want me to stop, do you? Let's not lie to ourselves. You've been thinking about this for too long."
Before Lena could respond, Kara surged forward, filling her behind in one fluid, powerful motion. The stretch was instant, overwhelming, and exactly what Lena had been craving. A raw scream tore from her throat, her body arching as she tried to process the sudden intensity. The ropes around her wrists bit into her skin as her muscles clenched, seeking any form of purchase.
"That's it," Kara growled, her grip tightening on Lena's hips as she began to move. "Take it like a dirty slut. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Lena couldn't answer. Her voice was gone, replaced by broken cries and soft sobs of pleasure. Her body burned, her mind a haze of sensation as Kara's powerful thrusts sent her spiraling further into the fantasy she hadn't even realized she needed so badly.
Kara leaned down, her breath hot against the nape of Lena's neck. "Say it," she demanded, her tone low and gravelly. "Tell me how much you love being completely at my mercy."
"I—oh, God—I love it!" Lena sobbed, her voice cracking as she turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing against the cool floor. "I love it, Mrs. G-Ghostface. P-Please, don't stop. Don't s-stop!"
Kara grinned behind the mask, her pace relentless as she took Lena higher and higher, the combination of her strength and dominance unraveling Lena entirely. "You're mine," she whispered, her words dripping with possessiveness. "Every inch of you. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
Kara adjusted her grip on Lena's hips, her gloved hands firm and unyielding as she set the pace, one that was merciless and calculated. Each thrust was precise, her powerful hips driving into Lena with a rhythm that sent shockwaves through her entire body. Lena's cries filled the room, raw and unrestrained, her head falling forward as the intensity overwhelmed her.
"You don't get to hold back now," Kara murmured darkly, her tone full of authority as she leaned down, her breath fanning hot over Lena's shoulder. "This is what you begged for. Don't even think about pretending otherwise."
Lena's fingers curled against the floor, her knuckles white as she grasped at nothing. The ropes around her wrists kept her bound, leaving her completely at Kara's mercy—a fact that seemed to thrill her captor.
Just you and me to infinity
I can't fucking breathe, too much ecstasy...
"Kara," Lena whimpered, her voice trembling and desperate. "Please, I—I can't... I'm so close, I—"
"Oh no," Kara interrupted, her hips slamming into Lena with a force that left her gasping. "You're not getting that relief yet. Not until I decide you've earned it. Until I'm convinced you really deserve it."
Lena sobbed, her body tightening around Kara, the sensation driving her to the edge of madness. Her legs trembled, and the heat pooling in her core threatened to spill over at any moment.
"Please, Mrs. Ghostface," Lena begged, the title spilling from her lips in a broken plea. "Please let me—let me come. I'll be good, I swear, I'll do anything."
Kara laughed, low and menacing, her hand sliding up Lena's back to press her firmly down against the floor. The new angle made Lena cry out, her eyes squeezing shut as the sensations overwhelmed her even more.
"You think begging is enough?" Kara taunted, her relentless pace never faltering. "I don't think so. Tell me how badly you want it. Tell me exactly what you need."
Lena's words came in a rush, her voice thick with desperation. "I need you, Mrs. Ghostface. I need you to let me come. Please, I-I can't t-take it anymore. I'll do anything—a-anything you want!"
Kara's grin widened behind the mask. "That's more like it," she purred, her movements growing sharper, faster, as if to drive Lena completely out of her mind. "But you're still not there yet. Let me hear you beg for it like you mean it."
"I'm begging!" Lena sobbed, her entire body trembling as she pushed back against Kara, desperate for more. "I'll be good, I swear. Just let me come. Please, I can't—I need you so much!"
Kara slowed, just enough to make Lena whimper in frustration, her breaths shallow and quick as she fought to keep herself together. "You're lucky I like hearing you beg," Kara teased, leaning down again to whisper in Lena's ear. "Because you sound absolutely wrecked right now."
And then she resumed, her pace unrelenting as she drove Lena to the brink once more. Lena's screams grew louder, her body convulsing as the pressure built to an unbearable level. Her cries for release mixed with Kara's guttural groans, creating a symphony of chaos that filled the room.
Finally, when Lena was nothing more than a sobbing, incoherent mess, Kara growled, "Now. Let go, Lena. Show me how much you love being mine."
The words shattered what little control Lena had left. With a raw, primal scream, she came undone, her body shaking violently as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her breath hitching as she collapsed beneath Kara, completely spent and utterly at her mercy.
Kara didn't let up right away, drawing out every last bit of Lena's release until her body gave a final, trembling sigh. Only then did she slow, her hands gentle now as she ran them over Lena's back and untied her wrists.
Kara gripped Lena's chin gently, forcing her to look up. Lena's eyes were glassy, her body trembling from exhaustion, barely able to hold herself together. Yet Kara's teasing smirk remained as she leaned in, her lips brushing Lena's ear.
"You're not done yet," Kara murmured, her voice soft but commanding, a sharp contrast to the fire still burning in her eyes. "Before you pass out, you've got one last task, darling. No excuses."
Lena whimpered, her body instinctively reacting to Kara's tone despite her exhaustion. She could barely lift her head, but Kara's words stirred something in her, her cheeks burning as she realized exactly what was expected of her.
"Come on," Kara teased, standing up and tugging Lena gently by her wrist, urging her to follow. "I know you're tired, but I also know how much you want to be good for me."
Lena let out a soft, incoherent sound, her knees weak as she let Kara guide her. She could feel her pulse thundering in her ears, her body trembling with every step, but the look in Kara's eyes was impossible to resist.
Once they reached the couch, Kara sat down, spreading her legs lazily, her hand stroking through Lena's disheveled hair. "Come on, darling," she whispered, her tone mockingly sweet. "Clean me up. Show me you're not completely spent yet."
Lena knelt before her, her body trembling as she leaned in, her lips pressing tentatively against Kara's cock. Her movements were slow, unsteady, her exhaustion making her cling to Kara's thigh for balance.
Kara chuckled lowly, her hand tightening in Lena's hair to guide her. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "That's it. I knew you had more in you."
Lena's cheeks flushed deeper at the praise, her movements becoming more deliberate despite the exhaustion weighing her down. Her tongue worked dutifully, and Kara's quiet hums of approval sent a strange, thrilling warmth through her, pushing her to keep going despite the haze threatening to pull her under.
"Almost there," Kara whispered, her fingers stroking Lena's hair as if she were rewarding a pet. "Just a little more. You're making me so proud, Lena."
The words sent a jolt through Lena's tired body, her determination renewed for just a moment longer. She continued until Kara finally leaned back, sighing contentedly and pulling Lena into her lap.
"You did so well, zhao" Kara murmured, cradling Lena's trembling form against her chest.
Lena's head lolled against Kara's shoulder, her breathing evening out as sleep claimed her. Kara smiled, brushing a tender kiss against Lena's temple, her teasing demeanor softening into something far more gentle.
Kara couldn't help but chuckle softly as she carried Lena to their bedroom. Lena was already half-asleep in her arms, her exhausted body completely pliant. Setting her down gently on the bed, Kara brushed a few strands of hair from Lena's flushed face, admiring how peaceful she looked even in her worn-out state.
But Kara wasn't quite done yet.
With a sly smirk, she retrieved the ropes from earlier, carefully binding Lena's wrists to the headboard and her ankles to the footboard. She made sure the knots were snug but not too tight, her Kryptonian strength ensuring Lena wouldn't be able to wiggle free.
Just as she finished securing Lena's last ankle, her gaze drifted lower. Kara paused, noticing the glistening wetness still pooling between Lena's legs, despite how utterly spent she was.
"Oh, darling," Kara murmured to herself, a devious smile creeping onto her face. "You're insatiable, aren't you?"
A wicked idea took root in her mind. Kara leaned down, her fingers trailing lightly over Lena's inner thighs, careful not to wake her. Lena stirred slightly, a soft whimper escaping her lips, but she remained blissfully unaware.
Kara's touch grew bolder, her fingers ghosting over Lena's heat. The wetness there was undeniable, a testament to how deeply Lena had surrendered to the night's events. Kara's smirk widened as she leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to Lena's thigh.
"You're going to have quite the wake-up call," she whispered, her voice a low tease.
Kara moved with precision, her hands gliding over Lena's still-bound body, her lips leaving a trail of kisses along the way. But she didn't linger too long. No, she wanted Lena to wake up to this new game.
Finally satisfied with her work, Kara straightened up, taking a moment to admire her sleeping wife, bound and beautifully vulnerable before her. She leaned down, brushing her lips against Lena's ear.
"Sweet dreams, Mrs. Ghostface," Kara whispered, her tone dripping with mischief. "Tomorrow's going to be even better."
With one last playful pat to Lena's hip, Kara settled in beside her, her grin never fading as she imagined the morning ahead.
The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains as Lena stirred awake, her body feeling heavy and restrained. She blinked groggily, her mind hazy, before the realization hit—her wrists and ankles were bound to the bed.
"Kara?" Lena's voice was soft, laced with confusion and an unmistakable hint of excitement.
Her question hung in the air, unanswered, until she noticed the faint movement at the corner of the room. There stood Kara, already awake, leaning casually against the wall. Her face was obscured by the Ghostface mask, her body bare from the waist up, every ridge and contour of her toned abs glistening under the morning light.
Lena's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing crimson as her gaze locked onto Kara's exposed torso. She tried to fight the heat rising within her, but it was impossible. Her wife—her gorgeous, devious wife—looked like a walking fantasy.
Kara tilted her head slowly, the mask giving her an air of danger. In her hand, she held the fake knife, twirling it between her fingers as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Kara," Lena whispered again, her voice trembling, though she wasn't sure if it was from fear or arousal.
Still, Kara didn't speak. She stepped closer instead, her movements deliberate, predatory. The bed creaked slightly as she knelt on the mattress beside Lena.
"Do you know how helpless you look right now?" Kara finally spoke, her voice low and distorted through the mask, dripping with mockery.
Lena squirmed, pulling against the restraints as Kara's words washed over her. Her lips parted to respond, but no sound came out. The knife dragged lower, gliding between her breasts before stopping just above her navel.
"I could do anything to you," Kara continued, her tone measured. "And the best part? You'd let me."
Lena's breathing quickened, her eyes darting between the mask and the knife, and then back to those intoxicating abs. She felt like she was losing her mind, her body alight with desire.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Kara asked, tilting her head again. "Look at you—flushed, panting. You wanted this, Lena. You dreamed of it."
Lena let out a shaky breath, unable to deny it. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
Kara chuckled darkly, leaning down until her masked face was mere inches from Lena's. "Then beg me for it."
Lena's heart raced. "Kara, please..."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Kara clicked her toungue, cutting through Lena's plea.
Lena's lips quivered as she obeyed. "Mrs. Ghostface...please."
Kara hummed in approval, dragging the blade lower, letting it rest just above the waistband of Lena's panties. "Good girl."
The praise sent Lena spiraling, her entire body arching beneath Kara's touch. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so utterly consumed by want.
Kara's masked face tilted ever so slightly as she watched Lena writhe beneath her. The knife—harmless in reality, but brimming with the illusion of danger—hovered over Lena's quivering stomach. Slowly, methodically, Kara trailed the blade downward, its cool touch ghosting over Lena's heated skin like a feather.
Lena's breath hitched sharply, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. She tried to squeeze her thighs together instinctively, but the restraints left her splayed open, completely at Kara's mercy.
"Look at you," Kara murmured, her distorted voice dripping with amusement. "Trapped, helpless. Is this what you wanted, Lena? To have no way out?"
Lena whimpered, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. She couldn't speak; her mind was too clouded with need, her body betraying her with every shudder.
Kara's gloved hand pressed lightly against Lena's hip, holding her still as the knife trailed even lower, skimming just above the waistband of her panties. Her touch was precise, calculated, as though savoring every second of Lena's trembling anticipation.
"You can't hide from me," Kara taunted, the knife slipping just beneath the elastic, teasing but never delivering. "Not from my eyes. Not from what I can do to you."
The blade continued its agonizingly slow descent, grazing over the delicate fabric between Lena's legs. Lena's head tilted back against the pillows, a soft cry escaping her lips as the sensation sent waves of heat radiating through her.
"Mrs. Ghostface," Lena gasped, tears of overwhelming need pricking the corners of her eyes.
Kara said, a dark chuckle rumbling through her chest. "Now tell me, Lena—what would you do to make me stop? Or should I say...what would you do to make me continue?"
Lena let out a broken sob, her body arching toward Kara's every move, her every word. She was utterly lost, caught in a haze of fear and lust, unable—and unwilling—to escape.
Kara didn't wait for a permission, didn't give Lena time to beg or plead. She tilted the knife away, letting it rest momentarily on the bed beside her, and then moved her hand with purpose. With one fluid motion, she pushed her fingers between Lena's slick folds, the sudden intrusion earning a ragged, choked cry from her wife.
"Quiet," Kara hissed, her voice low, distorted, and dripping with authority. Her other hand pressed firmly on Lena's hip, keeping her from bucking against the restraints. "You're in no position to make noise unless I say so."
Lena's head fell back, her chest heaving as the sensation overwhelmed her. She pulled against the ropes, her wrists twisting in a futile attempt to gain some semblance of control, but there was none. Kara had stripped her of it entirely, leaving her to writhe helplessly beneath the relentless rhythm of Kara's fingers.
"Kara!" Lena gasped, the name slipping from her lips before she could stop herself.
Kara immediately slowed, withdrawing slightly, leaving Lena trembling and desperate.
"I told you," Kara said, leaning down so her masked face was inches from Lena's flushed one. "That's not my name tonight."
"Mrs. Ghostface," Lena whimpered, her voice shaky, desperate.
"That's better," Kara said, her fingers sliding back in, deeper this time, deliberately slow. Lena's thighs quivered, her hips straining to meet Kara's touch, but Kara held her still, refusing to let her take anything more than she was given.
"You're such a mess," Kara teased, her voice dark and mocking. "Is this what you wanted? To be tied up, helpless, and completely at my mercy? I think it is, Lena. Look at you. You can't even stay still."
Lena sobbed softly, overwhelmed by Kara's words and her unrelenting touch. The ropes dug into her wrists as she pulled against them, her body arching off the bed as Kara's pace quickened.
"You're feral," Kara taunted, watching with dark satisfaction as Lena bucked and squirmed beneath her. "All tied up and ready to break. Is this how you imagined it? Did you think it would feel this good?"
Lena couldn't form words; all she could do was nod frantically, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes as the pleasure built inside her. Kara leaned in, her voice a low growl against Lena's ear.
"Don't hold back anymore," she commanded, her fingers driving into Lena with merciless precision. "I want to see you lose control. I want to hear you scream my name—or whatever you're calling me tonight."
Lena shattered then, a raw, guttural cry ripping from her throat as her body tensed and arched beneath Kara's relentless touch. She trembled violently, the ropes holding her in place as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.
Piercing on your lip, it's perfect
Never seen another girl this perfect...
Kara smirked beneath the mask, watching as Lena's body went slack, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. But she wasn't done—not yet. Not until Lena was completely undone, begging and spent all over again.
Kara's voice was a venomous purr, dripping with cruel satisfaction as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against Lena's ear. "Look at you, Lena," she whispered, her tone mockingly sweet, sending shivers cascading down Lena's spine. "You're clenching so tightly, begging so shamelessly, all for me. Is this the powerful CEO everyone admires? Or just my little plaything now?"
Lena whimpered, her wrists straining against the ropes as she fought the overwhelming sensations. Kara's fingers moved expertly, relentless in their rhythm, and her breath against Lena's ear was maddening.
"You're such a good little victim," Kara taunted, her free hand roaming down Lena's trembling body, pressing lightly over her stomach. "So responsive. So desperate. You moan for me like this is all you've ever wanted. Tell me, Lena, does anyone else know how filthy you really are? Or is that something only I get to see?"
Lena's head shook frantically, her lips trembling as she tried to form words, but all that escaped her was a broken moan. Kara's laugh was low, dark, and predatory.
"God, the way you clench around me," she whispered, her pace increasing just enough to draw another strangled cry from Lena. "You're so close again, aren't you? I can feel it. Don't lie to me, Lena. I know how badly you want to come for me."
Lena sobbed, her body betraying her as it arched into Kara's relentless touch. She tried to hold on to some shred of dignity, but Kara wasn't having it.
"No," Kara growled, her tone sharp and commanding as her fingers stilled for just a moment, making Lena whine in protest. "You don't get to hold back. You'll come when I let you. And you'll thank me for it."
Lena's eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching as she nodded frantically. "Pl-ease," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Please what?" Kara demanded, her fingers teasingly slow now, pushing Lena closer to the edge but refusing to let her tip over. "Say it, Lena. Tell me how much you need me. Beg for it. Let me hear you."
"I need you," Lena choked out, her voice cracking with desperation. "Please, Mrs. Ghostface, I need it. I n-need you to let m-me come."
Kara smirked beneath the mask, her free hand gripping Lena's chin and tilting her head up to meet her gaze. "That's better," she said, her voice laced with dark amusement. "But I don't think you've earned it yet. Not until you tell me how much you love being used like this. Admit it, Lena. You love being at my mercy."
"Yes," Lena cried, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. "I love it. I love everything about it. Please, just—please."
Kara's smirk deepened as she resumed her relentless pace, watching with dark satisfaction as Lena shattered beneath her, her body convulsing and her cries echoing through the room. As Lena's body went slack, Kara leaned in close, her lips brushing against Lena's trembling ear once more.
Kara's voice dipped low, a velvety taunt that sent a sharp thrill through Lena's body. "You really are shameless, aren't you?" she purred, fingers tracing lazy circles over Lena's flushed skin. "The perfect little CEO, yet here you are, tied up and begging to be ruined. Tell me, Lena, do you think anyone would respect you if they knew what a desperate, filthy little thing you are for me?"
Lena's breath hitched, her wrists pulling against the ropes as her cheeks flamed with embarrassment—and undeniable arousal. Kara's smirk widened beneath the mask, her sharp gaze drinking in every tremble of Lena's body, every twitch and whimper.
"You love this, don't you?" Kara continued, her tone a mixture of mockery and dark satisfaction. "Being at my mercy. Being nothing more than my helpless little toy. God, look at you." She chuckled darkly, her fingers brushing over Lena's thigh, trailing higher with agonizing slowness. "You're soaked, Lena. Did I do this to you? Or is this just how filthy you always are?"
Lena's lips parted, but no sound came out as her body betrayed her completely, arching into Kara's teasing touch. The Kryptonian leaned closer, her breath hot against Lena's ear.
"Answer me," Kara demanded, her voice firm but dripping with amusement. "Tell me how much you love being my pathetic little whore."
"Yes," Lena whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. "I love it. I love being your p-pathetic little w-whore."
Kara's hand tightened on Lena's chin, tilting her face up so their eyes met. Her blue gaze was sharp, burning with a predatory glint. "Good," she said, her lips curling into a smirk. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Without warning, Kara's fingers dipped lower, and Lena let out a strangled cry, her body shuddering as Kara's relentless touch left no room for composure.
"You're such a mess for me," Kara mocked, her tone sharp and degrading. "Look at you—writhing, begging, completely at my mercy. Is this what you think about in your big, fancy office? Being tied up and used like the filthy little thing you are?"
Lena sobbed, her body arching into Kara's touch as she shook her head weakly, unable to form words. Kara's laugh was low and wicked, her free hand trailing over Lena's trembling form as if savoring her power.
"Don't lie to me, Lena," Kara whispered, her tone dripping with dark amusement. "You love this. You crave this. And you'll admit it, won't you? You'll admit that you're nothing but a helpless little slut for me."
"Yes," Lena choked out, her voice breaking as tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm yours. I'll always be yours."
"Good girl," Kara murmured, her voice softening just enough to make Lena shiver. But then her smirk returned, sharper and more wicked than ever. "Now, let's see just how much more you can take."
Lena's voice was hoarse, her body trembling uncontrollably as she pulled weakly at the ropes binding her wrists. Her hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her lips parted as desperate gasps escaped her.
"P-please," she croaked, her voice barely audible. "Mrs. Ghostface, I— I can't anymore... Please... just stop..."
Kara—mask still firmly in place—leaned back slightly, surveying Lena's thoroughly wrecked form with a look of dark satisfaction. Her lips twisted into a smirk, and she reached out to trace a single gloved finger down the side of Lena's tear-streaked face.
"Stop?" she echoed mockingly, her voice low and laced with a predatory tone. "Oh, Lena. You're begging so sweetly, but didn't I warn you? Didn't I promise you'd be begging for mercy by the time I was done with you?"
Lena whimpered, her hips twitching involuntarily at Kara's teasing touch. Her mind was foggy, her body entirely spent, but even now, the humiliating thrill of Kara's dominance sent another shiver down her spine.
"Look at you," Kara continued, her voice soft but dripping with mockery. "You're such a mess. You're spent, completely undone, and yet..." Her fingers trailed down Lena's stomach, eliciting a strangled sob as they teased over sensitive, overworked flesh. "...you're still dripping for me. Don't tell me you want me to stop when your body clearly doesn't."
Lena's head tilted back, a desperate, choked sob escaping her lips. "I c-can't... I can't take anymore..." she whispered brokenly, her body trembling with exhaustion.
Kara's smirk deepened, and she leaned in close, her breath warm against Lena's ear. "Oh, you can," she murmured darkly. "And you will. Because you're mine, Lena. And I decide when we're finished."
Lena's voice, raw and frayed, echoed through the apartment as she screamed incoherent pleas, her words stumbling over themselves in her desperation. She thrashed weakly against the restraints, her body drenched in sweat and trembling with exhaustion. The ropes creaked as she pulled against them, though there was no strength left to escape.
"P-please! Mercy! Someone—" she gasped between screams, "Someone help me!" Her cries were wild and frantic, though deep down, she knew no one would come.
Kara, still masked and as composed as ever, tilted her head, amusement dancing in her sharp blue eyes. She stood at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, her toned body shimmering in the morning light, and she let out a low, mocking chuckle.
"Really, Lena?" Kara said, her voice calm but dripping with mockery. "Screaming for help? You know there's no one around. It's just us. No one can hear you, no one will save you." She leaned in closer, running her fingers over Lena's trembling body, enjoying the way Lena arched instinctively toward her touch. "But I think you like that, don't you? Knowing you're mine, knowing there's no escape?"
Lena whimpered, her breath hitching as Kara's words seeped into her mind like poison, feeding into the dangerous thrill that had her heart pounding. "K-Kara, please..." she begged, her voice cracking. "I—I can't... I can't take it anymore."
Kara smirked under the mask, her hand trailing down Lena's sweat-slicked skin. "Oh, but you can. And you will." She brushed her lips against Lena's ear, her tone dropping to a seductive whisper. "I'm not finished with you yet, and I'm going to take my time making sure you know exactly who you belong to."
Lena sobbed softly, her voice hitching as another scream tore from her lips. "Pl-Plea-se! S-Someone—anyone! H-Help me!"
Kara pulled back, laughing softly, her amusement only growing at Lena's desperation. "Scream all you want, darling. It only makes this sweeter. No one's coming, but I do love the performance." She dragged her gloved hand down Lena's trembling thigh, watching as the billionaire squirmed helplessly beneath her.
"You're going to remember this moment," Kara murmured, her voice dark and commanding. "Every scream, every plea, every breathless sob. It's all mine, Lena. Just like you."
Lena's cries softened into breathless whimpers, her voice too hoarse to continue, but her body still reacted to Kara's every word, every touch.
Kara leaned over Lena again, her body casting a shadow over the writhing figure beneath her. Her lips curled into a wicked smirk as she traced a gloved finger lazily along Lena's trembling jaw. Lena's chest heaved, her cries barely subsiding into ragged breaths, but Kara wasn't about to let her catch a break. Not yet.
Kara's hand moved slowly, deliberately, resting firmly against Lena's neck. Not squeezing, just pressing enough to make Lena feel the weight of her presence. The gesture was a silent warning, a reminder of who was in control.
"Do you think," Kara drawled, her tone dripping with amusement, "if you screamed just a little louder, someone on the street might hear you?" She tilted her head, as though genuinely pondering the question. "It's not impossible. The walls aren't that thick."
Lena's eyes widened, a mixture of mortification and something darker flickering across her flushed face. "K-Kara, no... please—"
"Oh, but isn't that what you wanted?" Kara interrupted, her voice deceptively sweet. "You've been so loud already, darling. Practically begging for the world to know what a naughty little thing you are. Maybe someone out there will stop and wonder..." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Lena's ear. "Who's making Lena Luthor scream like that?"
Lena let out a strangled whimper, her head tossing to the side as if to hide her face from Kara's relentless teasing. Her cheeks burned with a fresh wave of embarrassment, the idea of someone overhearing making her stomach twist—and yet the thrill of it sent a shiver racing down her spine.
"Poor Lena," Kara purred mockingly, her fingers dancing lightly over Lena's sensitive skin. "So loud, so desperate. Do you want to keep going? Maybe I'll leave the window cracked, give them a real show. Or..." She trailed off, her tone darkening as her hand tightened around Lena's thigh. "Maybe you'll behave for once, hm?"
Lena's breath hitched, her lips trembling as she whispered, "I'll be good. I s-swear—"
"Louder," Kara commanded, her voice firm and unyielding.
"I'll be good!" Lena cried out, her voice echoing through the room, the sheer force of her desperation almost making Kara falter—almost.
Kara chuckled darkly, the sound low and satisfied. "Oh, Lena," she said, dragging the mask back into place with deliberate slowness. "You're going to be very good for me. Because if you're not..." She let the threat hang in the air as her fingers trailed lower, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through Lena's body.
"And if you're very good," Kara whispered, her lips curving into a smirk under the mask, "maybe I'll give you what you're so shamelessly begging for."
A shiver ran through Lena's body, and her lips pressed into a thin line as she fought to suppress another whimper. Kara's hand remained firm on her neck, a constant reminder of her dominance, while her free hand trailed down Lena's side, feather-light and maddeningly slow.
"That's better," Kara whispered, her smirk widening as she watched Lena struggle to maintain her composure. "Now stay quiet, or I'll give you something to really cry about."