unduneâ.
your eyes might roll back into your head for a second at the cold press of metal, but youâre very much back in the room when she bites down and murmurs low. your whole body is on fire. you can feel yourself pushing back against the toy, desperate and greedy, a strike of humiliation rocketing through you because youâre lena fucking luthor and a super is fucking your ass like itâs nothing.
( the indifference is a turn on. you like it when she forces you to wait. when she wonât touch you until youâve begged enough, until you are out of your mind ready for her to fuck you into a coma. you want her hands everywhere, want her inside you, you want to feel every inch of her taking you and making you hers. you want to belong to her, to be owned, to be used. )
she could do more damage, leave darker bruises on your body than any piece of leather you own, but the visual would be remarkable. your fists clench in the sheets again. one of your heels has fallen off, her shirt that youâre still wearing has slipped off on shoulder and is trapping the blood flow to your arm but you donât give a single fuck.
âplease â baby â i want it-â
        âslow.â  you rake your nails over the small of her back and you are acutely aware of the size of this thing - you donât want to hurt her by pushing too hard, too fast. you want to eke it out, to hear her whimper into her sheets and to watch her thighs tremble when she tries to keep herself up. lena pushes back, but you donât let the plug breach her for a moment. (you watch her, with a special kind of reverence that you hold only for her - this is a new side to her. something that you - never thought youâd see properly. you love her, and the way that she does things, and the way that she lets you in enough to show you this. you know how much that mustâve taken.)
âyouâre so needy.â  you push on the toy with the flat of your hand, curling fingers over the edges of the base so you have a firm grip. itâs long, and itâs wide, and you - are so fucking in love with this woman for trusting you enough to do this. you have to apply a little more pressure, but under your hand, itâs a constant press of fingers against the metal.
âlet me in, baby.â  your free hand drops between her thighs again, rubbing small circles over her clit as you watch the cold metal slowly start to sink inside her.
âyouâre so good. taking so much.â you feel- wrecked. your voice is hoarse, your throat is dry - your cunt is soaked from the image alone and youâre doing your best to not just flip her and rub her clit til she comes. (you decide that itâs all in good time. you want to make her wait, and thereâs still more toy to ease in.)
you're suddenly past coherency. a trip of words like i'm greedy, i'm a slut and it's yours, you own it, my ass is yours, my cunt is yours and every other filthy thought that enters your brain promptly falls out your mouth. you babble a string of fucks as she forces the plug further inside you, closer and closer to where it's as wide as a wine bottle - you could take her whole fucking fist after this, you're sure of it - but it's so slow and you want it all, now, you don't care if it hurts.
you beg her to go faster, to ruin you. you beg and beg and beg and somewhere amongst it please daddy slips out and you are far too gone to notice or take it back. your knees slip wider and you think if she presses any harder on your clit you might cry.
reaching back with both hands, your grab your ass and spread it for her, hoping the visual of putting yourself on such display will encourage her to force it in a little faster. you say it again - please daddy - and choke a moan into the mattress as your hole stretches just that bit more, just that bit past where it was a moment ago.
you practically cry into the sheets, "i can take whatever you want. took two straps before. i want it, please, i can be good --"








