Roleplaying with Rose
This is a rough story trying to write a erotica version of when I dressed up as supergirl for an ex.
It was a weird request but she was so into it that i got into it and was probably my first taste of CNC.
anyway please let me know what you think
Fi x
Rose sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she clutched the glossy red fabric. "Please, Fi," she begged, holding up the superhero costume. "It'll be so much fun. You'll see."
Fiona stared at the outfit, a mix of amusement and scepticism playing across her features. "A supergirl costume? You're kidding, right?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rose's face fell a little. "Come on, you know I've always had a thing for it. And it'll be just us, no one else has to know."
Fiona sighed, folding her arms. "I don't know, Rose. That's a bit... much."
Rose slid off the bed and approached her, the costume still held out like an offering. "Please?" she whispered, her voice a gentle coax. "For me?"
Fiona's resolve began to waver. She had always been the more adventurous one in their relationship, but this was new territory for her. "Okay, but only if you tell me exactly what you're expecting," she said, her voice firm but curious.
Rose's smile grew wider. "Well, I'll be playing Lena Luthor," she began, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "And you'll be Supergirl, my little captive."
"And what does Lena Luthor do to her captives?" Fiona asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"Oh, you know, the usual," Rose said with a wink. "I'll have my way with you, but it'll be all in good fun. I promise it'll be hot."
Fiona felt a shiver run down her spine, a strange mix of excitement and nerves. She had watched the show with Rose, so she had an idea of what the character was like. Lena Luthor was cunning, seductive, and had a way of bending people to her will. It was a role she had never seen her girlfriend take on before.
Rose noticed Fiona's hesitation and stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on her arm. "I'll take it slow," she assured. "If you're not into it, we can stop at any time."
Fiona took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright," she said, taking the costume from Rose. "But don't make me regret this."
As she slipped into the costume, the tight material hugging her curves in all the right places, she felt a surprising thrill. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The cape fluttered dramatically as she turned to face the mirror, and she had to admit, she looked pretty good as a superhero.
Rose, meanwhile, had changed into a sharp business suit, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She looked every inch the powerful Lena Luthor, and Fiona's heart skipped a beat. "You look... wow," she murmured, feeling a sudden rush of arousal.
As they faced each other, Rose couldn't help but touch Fiona's body in the costume. Her fingertips traced the edges of the blue and red outfit, sending shivers through Fiona's body. The fabric was so thin that it was almost like wearing nothing at all, and Fiona could feel the heat of Rose's skin through it. "I knew you'd look incredible," Rose whispered, her eyes raking over Fiona's form.
Fiona could smell how wet Rose was, the scent of her arousal filling the room. It was intoxicating, making her own desire rise. She had never seen her girlfriend like this before, so commanding and confident. It was a stark contrast to their usual dynamic, and Fiona found herself craving more.
"Are you ready, Supergirl?" Rose purred, her voice dropping an octave. "Because I have some... special plans for you."
Fiona's breath hitched in her throat as Rose stepped closer, her body pressing against hers. "I'm ready," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her body tingling with excitement.
Rose leaned in, her lips brushing against Fiona's ear. "Good," she murmured. "Because once I start, I don't intend to stop until I've had my way with you."
With that, she turned and strode out of the bedroom, the sound of her heels echoing down the hallway. Fiona watched her go, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. Once the door clicked shut, she took a deep breath and took a sip of water from the bottle on the bedside table. The cool liquid helped to steady her nerves, and she took a moment to adjust the costume, smoothing out any wrinkles. She realized that in her haste to put it on, she had neglected to wear any underwear beneath the leotard. The fabric was unforgiving, leaving nothing to the imagination, and she felt a flush spread across her cheeks.
Standing in front of the mirror, she took stock of her reflection. The costume was surprisingly flattering, and she had to admit that she felt a bit like a superhero herself. The cape fluttered dramatically as she moved, and she couldn't help but strike a pose, her hand on her hip and the other fist raised high in the air. A small smile played on her lips as she practiced her most intimidating look.
The anticipation grew as she listened to the sound of Rose moving around in the other room. She could hear the rustle of paper and the faint click of a lock being turned. Fiona's pulse quickened, her heart racing as she wondered what awaited her. The thrill of the unknown was a potent aphrodisiac, and she felt her body responding to the thrill.
Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and marched into the hallway. The game was on, and she was ready to play along. She knew that at any point she could say the safe word, and they would stop, but a part of her was eager to see just how far they could take this. As she approached the closed door, she felt a shiver of excitement. The room beyond was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a single desk lamp casting a pool of light on a chair in the center of the room.
With a final, deep breath, Fiona pushed the door open and stepped into the makeshift lair of Lena Luthor. The sight that greeted her made her knees weak. Rose was sitting in the chair, her legs crossed and her fingers steepled in front of her. She looked every inch the powerful villain, and Fiona felt a jolt of desire shoot through her. This was going to be an adventure she would never forget.
"Ah, Supergirl," Rose said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So glad you could join me."
Fiona tried to play along, her voice wavering slightly. "Lena, I'm here to stop whatever nefarious plan you have," she said, her hand on her hip.
Rose stood, her movements fluid and predatory. She stepped into the light, and Fiona could see the glint of a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Is that so?" she said, walking slowly towards her. "Well, I'm afraid you're a little too late for that."
The tension in the room was thick as Rose reached out and took Fiona's hand, leading her closer. Fiona felt the power dynamics shift as she was drawn into her girlfriend's seductive gaze. She was no longer the one in control; she was the captive, and it was exhilarating.
"You see, my dear Supergirl," Rose began, her voice dropping to a purr. "I've been watching you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike."
Fiona swallowed hard, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Everything," Rose murmured, her hand sliding up Fiona's arm. "Your strength, your power... your submission."
The last word sent a thrill through Fiona, and she found herself leaning into the touch. The anticipation was unbearable, and she wanted nothing more than to see where this would lead. She felt a strange sense of liberation in giving up control to her girlfriend, in allowing herself to be used for Rose's pleasure.
Rose must have sensed her willingness because she pulled Fiona closer, pressing her body against hers. The softness of the superhero costume was a stark contrast to the firmness of the business suit, and Fiona could feel the heat radiating from her girlfriend's body.
"You know, Supergirl, I've always had a soft spot for heroes," Rose said, her breath hot against Fiona's neck. "Especially when they're as beautiful as you."
Fiona's heart pounded in her chest as Rose's hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves of the costume. The fabric was so thin that she could feel every touch, every caress, as if they were skin on skin. Her nipples hardened against the fabric, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.
"But now," Rose continued, her voice a low growl. "You're all mine."
With that, she spun Fiona around and pushed her down onto the chair, the cold metal sending a jolt through her body. She could feel the cape fluttering around her as Rose stepped away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The room was quiet except for the sound of their heavy breathing, and Fiona felt her body responding, growing wet with anticipation.
The game was in full swing now, and Fiona knew that she was going to enjoy every moment of it. She looked up at Rose, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and challenge. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice strong and clear.
Rose smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You'll find out," she said, and Fiona could see the promise of a night filled with passion and power play in her gaze. And she knew, deep down, that she was going to love every second of it.
Without warning, Rose produced a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of her suit. They were shiny and new, a symbol of the control she was about to exert. Fiona's pulse raced as the cold metal clicked around her wrists, securing her to the chair. She tested the cuffs, finding them snug but not painfully tight, a reminder that she was now at her girlfriend's mercy.
"Now, let's see how much of a hero you really are," Rose said, her tone playful yet commanding. She reached behind her back and unzipped the skirt of her business suit, letting it pool around her ankles. Underneath, she was wearing a sleek black thong that left little to the imagination. She stepped out of the skirt, her heels clicking against the floor as she moved to stand behind Fiona.
Fiona felt her body tense as Rose's hand rested gently on her shoulder, the touch a silent order to lean forward over the desk. She complied, her heart racing as the cool wood pressed against her stomach. The cape fell to the side, exposing her ass, and she felt a thrill of vulnerability. The room was filled with the scent of their desire, a heady mix that was intoxicating.
Rose's hand lifted, and Fiona braced herself for the first smack. It came swiftly, a sharp sting that made her gasp. The second was harder, and she felt her cheeks warm with the contact. Each smack echoed through the room, a rhythmic punctuation to their role play. It was surprisingly erotic, the sting melding with the anticipation of the next strike.
As the spanking continued, Fiona could feel her arousal building. Her skin was hot and sensitive, every smack sending waves of pleasure through her body. She squirmed in the chair, her pussy growing wetter with each hit. She never knew she had a kink for this kind of thing, but with each smack, she found herself craving more.
"Do you yield, Supergirl?" Rose asked, her voice teasing.
Fiona took a deep breath, feeling the sting on her skin. "Never," she responded, her voice firm despite the arousal coursing through her veins.
Rose chuckled, the sound dark and seductive. "We'll see about that," she murmured.
Her hand reached down, the sound of poppers giving way echoing through the room. Fiona felt the costume loosen around her hips, the material parting to reveal her wet, swollen pussy. She was so turned on, she could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs. The cool air hit her skin, making her shiver with anticipation.
Fiona looked over her shoulder, watching as Rose's eyes widened at the sight. She could see the hunger in her girlfriend's gaze, the way her pupils dilated. "Look at you," Rose said, her voice thick with desire. "Already begging for it."
Fiona felt a blush creep over her cheeks, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned further into the chair, arching her back to give Rose a better view. She watched as Rose's hand reached out, her thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path down Fiona's spine until it rested on the cleft of her ass.
Rose's other hand delved between Fiona's legs, her fingers finding their way to her clit. She began to stroke it gently, the fabric of the costume providing just the right amount of friction. Fiona gasped, her hips jerking in response. The pleasure was intense, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
"You're so wet for me, Supergirl," Rose whispered, her voice a mix of amazement and triumph. "It seems I've found your kryptonite."
Fiona moaned, unable to form words. The sensation was overwhelming, her body responding to Rose's touch like it never had before. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her legs trembling with the effort of staying still.
Rose leaned in, her breath hot against Fiona's ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" she whispered.
Fiona nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," she managed to breathe out. "Please."
The stroking grew faster, more insistent, and Fiona could feel her orgasm building. It was like a wave, cresting higher and higher until she couldn't hold back anymore. She cried out as she came, her body spasming with the force of it. The handcuffs dug into her wrists, a painful reminder of her submission.
As she came down from the high, she felt a strange sense of euphoria. This was a side of Rose she had never seen, and she realized she liked it. A lot.
The room was silent for a moment, the only sounds their ragged breathing. Then, Rose stepped around the desk, her own costume askew, her pussy glistening with need. "It's my turn," she said, her voice a low growl. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it."
Fiona felt a thrill run through her at the promise in those words. She had no idea what Rose had planned, but she knew it was going to be intense. She could feel the power shift again, the balance of control tilting in her favor.
Rose leaned over, her eyes dark with lust as she looked down at Fiona. "Crawl," she ordered, her voice low and demanding.
Fiona took a deep breath, the handcuffs still biting into her wrists. She pushed herself up from the chair, her legs shaky, and dropped to her knees. The costume was tight around her thighs, and she had to wiggle slightly to get into a comfortable position. Then, she began to crawl. The feeling of the fabric against her skin was strange, but she liked it, the way it made her feel like she was truly in character.
Her eyes never left Rose's as she approached, her gaze filled with a mix of defiance and desire. She knew that she was obeying, but she also knew that she was giving this to her girlfriend, offering herself up for her pleasure. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel powerful in her own way.
When she reached her destination, Fiona paused for a moment, her eyes tracing the lines of the costume from the top of Rose's stockings to the tips of her black high heels. The shoes were shiny and pointed, a symbol of dominance and authority. She leaned in, her heart racing, and pressed a soft kiss to the arch of Rose's foot.
Rose's breath hitched, and Fiona felt a surge of satisfaction. She knew she was affecting her girlfriend, making her want more. She kissed the other foot, her tongue flicking out to taste the smooth leather of the shoe. The taste was faintly chemical, but it only served to heighten her arousal.
"Good girl," Rose murmured, her voice thick with need. "Now, kiss your way up my legs."
Fiona complied, her lips moving in a trail of kisses up the inside of Rose's calf. She could feel the tension in her thighs, the muscles tightening as she drew closer to the heat between her legs. The room was a haze of desire, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.
As she reached the apex of her girlfriend's thighs, she paused, looking up at Rose for permission. Rose nodded, a smile playing on her lips. Fiona took it as a sign and leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick along the edge of the black thong.
The taste of her girlfriend was intoxicating, making her want more. She pushed the fabric aside with her nose, her tongue finding the sweetness of Rose's clit. She felt the tremor that ran through her as she began to lick in earnest, her mouth eager to bring her to the brink.
Rose's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, setting a pace that had her moaning against her skin. "Yes," she hissed, her voice tight with pleasure. "Just like that."
Fiona's world narrowed to the feel of Rose's thighs against her cheeks, the taste of her on her tongue. She could feel her own need growing, a pulsing ache that demanded attention. But she ignored it, focusing solely on making her girlfriend come.
And then, suddenly, Rose's hand was in her hair, gripping tight. "That's it, Supergirl," she panted, her hips bucking against Fiona's face. "Make me cum."
The command sent a thrill through Fiona, and she redoubled her efforts. She licked and sucked, her tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive bud. Rose's moans grew louder, her grip on Fiona's hair tightening as she approached climax. Fiona felt a surge of power, knowing that she was the one bringing her girlfriend to this point.
Rose's thighs tensed, and she gave a final, desperate moan. "I'm gonna cum," she warned, her voice high and breathless.
Fiona felt the tremor of Rose's orgasm, the way her body convulsed around her. She lapped up every drop, her own desire rise higher and higher. When it was over, Rose released her hair, panting heavily.
Fiona looked up, her eyes meeting hers. "Did I do good?" she asked, her voice playful.
Rose leaned down, her hand cupping Fiona's cheek. "You did amazing," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Now it's my turn to return the favor."
With that, she unclipped the handcuffs, and Fiona felt the sting of freedom. She stood up, her legs shaky, and let the cape fall to the floor. The costume was sticky with her sweat and arousal, but she didn't care. All she cared about was what was coming next.
Rose took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, her own costume discarded. The bed was already turned down, candles flickering on the nightstand. Fiona felt a new wave of excitement wash over her as she realized that the night was far from over.
"Lie down," Rose ordered, her voice still laced with the authority of her role. Fiona obeyed, her heart racing as she watched her girlfriend stride to the dresser. She pulled out a blindfold and a set of velvet restraints.
"What are those for?" Fiona asked, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Rose just smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You'll see," she said, and Fiona felt a thrill of anticipation.
Rose approached the bed, the blindfold in her hand. She leaned over Fiona, her breath warm and sweet. "Ready for the next part of our adventure?"
Fiona nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered.
Rose placed the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. She felt the soft velvet of the restraints being wrapped around her wrists, and then the gentle tug as they were secured to the bedposts. She was completely at Rose's mercy now, and she loved it.
The mattress dipped as Rose climbed onto the bed, and Fiona felt her girlfriend's weight settle between her legs. The anticipation was unbearable, and she squirmed, trying to feel her touch. But Rose was a master of teasing, and she waited, the silence stretching out.
Then, without warning, she felt the first kiss. It was soft, almost tender, against her inner thigh. Fiona's hips jerked upwards, seeking more. But Rose held her down, her hand pressing firmly on her stomach. "Patience," she murmured.
The kisses grew more insistent, moving closer and closer to her pussy. Fiona's breath was coming in ragged pants, her body straining against the restraints. And then, finally, Rose's mouth was on her, her tongue sliding through her folds, tasting her.
Fiona moaned, the pleasure almost too much to bear. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she had never felt more alive. This was what it was like to truly surrender, to give herself over to another's will. And she was loving every second of it.
Rose's tongue was relentless, her lips sucking and kissing until Fiona was writhing beneath her. She could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tightly in her belly. The blindfold heightened her other senses, making every touch, every sensation, more intense. The sound of her own moans filled her ears, echoing around the room.
Suddenly, the kisses stopped, and Fiona felt a moment of loss. But then, she heard the sound of a drawer opening and the unmistakable click of a latch. A cool, metallic object pressed against her skin, and she knew immediately what it was. A vibrator.
Rose's voice was a seductive whisper in the darkness. "I'm going to make you come, Supergirl. And when I'm done, you're going to scream my name."
The vibrator buzzed to life, and Fiona's body tensed. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. She had never used one with Rose before, and the surprise was exhilarating. The vibrations grew stronger as Rose moved it in slow circles around her clit, teasing and taunting her until she was begging for more.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice needy. "I need... I need you."
Rose chuckled, the sound wicked and delicious. "What's the magic word?"
"Please," Fiona begged again, her body arching off the bed. "Please, Lena."
The vibrator was pushed harder against her, the buzzing a constant reminder of her girlfriend's control. "That's better," Rose murmured, her breath hot against Fiona's thigh.
Fiona's orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pure bliss that left her gasping for air. She screamed Rose's name, her body convulsing with the force of it. The restraints dug into her wrists, the pain adding to the pleasure.
When she came down from the high, she felt the vibrator being removed. The mattress shifted again, and she knew that Rose was climbing over her. "You've been a very good captive," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Fiona felt a soft kiss on her cheek, and then the bed dipped again. Rose's body slid over hers, the costume material gliding against her skin. The sensation was maddening, and she wriggled beneath her, trying to get closer.
"Patience," Rose chuckled, her breath warm against Fiona's neck. "You've had your fun."
The blindfold was lifted gently, and the sudden influx of light made Fiona blink rapidly. She looked up into the eyes of her girlfriend, who was now straddling her face, her own eyes filled with a fierce hunger. The sight of Rose above her, powerful and in control, sent a fresh wave of desire through her body.
Rose lowered herself slowly, her pussy hovering just out of reach. Fiona felt the wetness of her desire, and she strained against the velvet restraints, eager to taste her. "Remember, you're still mine," Rose said, her voice a low growl. "And I'll have my way with you."
The first contact was electric. Fiona's tongue met the slick heat of Rose's flesh, and she groaned, the sound muffled by her girlfriend's body. The restraints held her in place, forcing her to focus solely on the task at hand. She licked and sucked, feeling the muscles of Rose's thighs tighten around her head.
Rose's hips began to move, a slow, sensual grind that had Fiona's mouth watering. She could feel the tension in her body, the way she was holding herself back. But Fiona was not one to be denied. She pushed her tongue deeper, savoring the taste of her girlfriend's arousal.
Rose's moans grew louder, her movements becoming more erratic. Fiona felt the mattress shift as she picked up the pace, her tongue flicking and stroking with a newfound fervor. She could feel the orgasm building, the muscles in Rose's thighs clenching around her head.
With a final, desperate cry, Rose's hips bucked forward, and she came hard, her pussy pulsing against Fiona's mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and Fiona felt a strange sense of satisfaction in knowing she had brought her to this peak. The taste was sweet and salty, and she licked her lips hungrily.
Finally, Rose pulled away, panting heavily. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice filled with awe. "You really are something else."
Fiona felt the restraints being untied, the velvet slipping away from her wrists. She sat up, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She reached up, her hands shaking as she touched the costume. "Should we keep playing?" she asked, her voice small.
Rose leaned down, her eyes softening. "Of course," she said, her voice gentle. "But let's take a break for now."
It was a weird request but she was so into it that i got into it and was probably my first taste of CNC.
anyway please let me know what you think
Fi x
Rose sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she clutched the glossy red fabric. "Please, Fi," she begged, holding up the superhero costume. "It'll be so much fun. You'll see."
Fiona stared at the outfit, a mix of amusement and scepticism playing across her features. "A supergirl costume? You're kidding, right?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rose's face fell a little. "Come on, you know I've always had a thing for it. And it'll be just us, no one else has to know."
Fiona sighed, folding her arms. "I don't know, Rose. That's a bit... much."
Rose slid off the bed and approached her, the costume still held out like an offering. "Please?" she whispered, her voice a gentle coax. "For me?"
Fiona's resolve began to waver. She had always been the more adventurous one in their relationship, but this was new territory for her. "Okay, but only if you tell me exactly what you're expecting," she said, her voice firm but curious.
Rose's smile grew wider. "Well, I'll be playing Lena Luthor," she began, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "And you'll be Supergirl, my little captive."
"And what does Lena Luthor do to her captives?" Fiona asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"Oh, you know, the usual," Rose said with a wink. "I'll have my way with you, but it'll be all in good fun. I promise it'll be hot."
Fiona felt a shiver run down her spine, a strange mix of excitement and nerves. She had watched the show with Rose, so she had an idea of what the character was like. Lena Luthor was cunning, seductive, and had a way of bending people to her will. It was a role she had never seen her girlfriend take on before.
Rose noticed Fiona's hesitation and stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on her arm. "I'll take it slow," she assured. "If you're not into it, we can stop at any time."
Fiona took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright," she said, taking the costume from Rose. "But don't make me regret this."
As she slipped into the costume, the tight material hugging her curves in all the right places, she felt a surprising thrill. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The cape fluttered dramatically as she turned to face the mirror, and she had to admit, she looked pretty good as a superhero.
Rose, meanwhile, had changed into a sharp business suit, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She looked every inch the powerful Lena Luthor, and Fiona's heart skipped a beat. "You look... wow," she murmured, feeling a sudden rush of arousal.
As they faced each other, Rose couldn't help but touch Fiona's body in the costume. Her fingertips traced the edges of the blue and red outfit, sending shivers through Fiona's body. The fabric was so thin that it was almost like wearing nothing at all, and Fiona could feel the heat of Rose's skin through it. "I knew you'd look incredible," Rose whispered, her eyes raking over Fiona's form.
Fiona could smell how wet Rose was, the scent of her arousal filling the room. It was intoxicating, making her own desire rise. She had never seen her girlfriend like this before, so commanding and confident. It was a stark contrast to their usual dynamic, and Fiona found herself craving more.
"Are you ready, Supergirl?" Rose purred, her voice dropping an octave. "Because I have some... special plans for you."
Fiona's breath hitched in her throat as Rose stepped closer, her body pressing against hers. "I'm ready," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her body tingling with excitement.
Rose leaned in, her lips brushing against Fiona's ear. "Good," she murmured. "Because once I start, I don't intend to stop until I've had my way with you."
With that, she turned and strode out of the bedroom, the sound of her heels echoing down the hallway. Fiona watched her go, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. Once the door clicked shut, she took a deep breath and took a sip of water from the bottle on the bedside table. The cool liquid helped to steady her nerves, and she took a moment to adjust the costume, smoothing out any wrinkles. She realized that in her haste to put it on, she had neglected to wear any underwear beneath the leotard. The fabric was unforgiving, leaving nothing to the imagination, and she felt a flush spread across her cheeks.
Standing in front of the mirror, she took stock of her reflection. The costume was surprisingly flattering, and she had to admit that she felt a bit like a superhero herself. The cape fluttered dramatically as she moved, and she couldn't help but strike a pose, her hand on her hip and the other fist raised high in the air. A small smile played on her lips as she practiced her most intimidating look.
The anticipation grew as she listened to the sound of Rose moving around in the other room. She could hear the rustle of paper and the faint click of a lock being turned. Fiona's pulse quickened, her heart racing as she wondered what awaited her. The thrill of the unknown was a potent aphrodisiac, and she felt her body responding to the thrill.
Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and marched into the hallway. The game was on, and she was ready to play along. She knew that at any point she could say the safe word, and they would stop, but a part of her was eager to see just how far they could take this. As she approached the closed door, she felt a shiver of excitement. The room beyond was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a single desk lamp casting a pool of light on a chair in the center of the room.
With a final, deep breath, Fiona pushed the door open and stepped into the makeshift lair of Lena Luthor. The sight that greeted her made her knees weak. Rose was sitting in the chair, her legs crossed and her fingers steepled in front of her. She looked every inch the powerful villain, and Fiona felt a jolt of desire shoot through her. This was going to be an adventure she would never forget.
"Ah, Supergirl," Rose said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So glad you could join me."
Fiona tried to play along, her voice wavering slightly. "Lena, I'm here to stop whatever nefarious plan you have," she said, her hand on her hip.
Rose stood, her movements fluid and predatory. She stepped into the light, and Fiona could see the glint of a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Is that so?" she said, walking slowly towards her. "Well, I'm afraid you're a little too late for that."
The tension in the room was thick as Rose reached out and took Fiona's hand, leading her closer. Fiona felt the power dynamics shift as she was drawn into her girlfriend's seductive gaze. She was no longer the one in control; she was the captive, and it was exhilarating.
"You see, my dear Supergirl," Rose began, her voice dropping to a purr. "I've been watching you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike."
Fiona swallowed hard, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Everything," Rose murmured, her hand sliding up Fiona's arm. "Your strength, your power... your submission."
The last word sent a thrill through Fiona, and she found herself leaning into the touch. The anticipation was unbearable, and she wanted nothing more than to see where this would lead. She felt a strange sense of liberation in giving up control to her girlfriend, in allowing herself to be used for Rose's pleasure.
Rose must have sensed her willingness because she pulled Fiona closer, pressing her body against hers. The softness of the superhero costume was a stark contrast to the firmness of the business suit, and Fiona could feel the heat radiating from her girlfriend's body.
"You know, Supergirl, I've always had a soft spot for heroes," Rose said, her breath hot against Fiona's neck. "Especially when they're as beautiful as you."
Fiona's heart pounded in her chest as Rose's hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves of the costume. The fabric was so thin that she could feel every touch, every caress, as if they were skin on skin. Her nipples hardened against the fabric, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.
"But now," Rose continued, her voice a low growl. "You're all mine."
With that, she spun Fiona around and pushed her down onto the chair, the cold metal sending a jolt through her body. She could feel the cape fluttering around her as Rose stepped away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The room was quiet except for the sound of their heavy breathing, and Fiona felt her body responding, growing wet with anticipation.
The game was in full swing now, and Fiona knew that she was going to enjoy every moment of it. She looked up at Rose, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and challenge. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice strong and clear.
Rose smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You'll find out," she said, and Fiona could see the promise of a night filled with passion and power play in her gaze. And she knew, deep down, that she was going to love every second of it.
Without warning, Rose produced a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of her suit. They were shiny and new, a symbol of the control she was about to exert. Fiona's pulse raced as the cold metal clicked around her wrists, securing her to the chair. She tested the cuffs, finding them snug but not painfully tight, a reminder that she was now at her girlfriend's mercy.
"Now, let's see how much of a hero you really are," Rose said, her tone playful yet commanding. She reached behind her back and unzipped the skirt of her business suit, letting it pool around her ankles. Underneath, she was wearing a sleek black thong that left little to the imagination. She stepped out of the skirt, her heels clicking against the floor as she moved to stand behind Fiona.
Fiona felt her body tense as Rose's hand rested gently on her shoulder, the touch a silent order to lean forward over the desk. She complied, her heart racing as the cool wood pressed against her stomach. The cape fell to the side, exposing her ass, and she felt a thrill of vulnerability. The room was filled with the scent of their desire, a heady mix that was intoxicating.
Rose's hand lifted, and Fiona braced herself for the first smack. It came swiftly, a sharp sting that made her gasp. The second was harder, and she felt her cheeks warm with the contact. Each smack echoed through the room, a rhythmic punctuation to their role play. It was surprisingly erotic, the sting melding with the anticipation of the next strike.
As the spanking continued, Fiona could feel her arousal building. Her skin was hot and sensitive, every smack sending waves of pleasure through her body. She squirmed in the chair, her pussy growing wetter with each hit. She never knew she had a kink for this kind of thing, but with each smack, she found herself craving more.
"Do you yield, Supergirl?" Rose asked, her voice teasing.
Fiona took a deep breath, feeling the sting on her skin. "Never," she responded, her voice firm despite the arousal coursing through her veins.
Rose chuckled, the sound dark and seductive. "We'll see about that," she murmured.
Her hand reached down, the sound of poppers giving way echoing through the room. Fiona felt the costume loosen around her hips, the material parting to reveal her wet, swollen pussy. She was so turned on, she could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs. The cool air hit her skin, making her shiver with anticipation.
Fiona looked over her shoulder, watching as Rose's eyes widened at the sight. She could see the hunger in her girlfriend's gaze, the way her pupils dilated. "Look at you," Rose said, her voice thick with desire. "Already begging for it."
Fiona felt a blush creep over her cheeks, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned further into the chair, arching her back to give Rose a better view. She watched as Rose's hand reached out, her thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path down Fiona's spine until it rested on the cleft of her ass.
Rose's other hand delved between Fiona's legs, her fingers finding their way to her clit. She began to stroke it gently, the fabric of the costume providing just the right amount of friction. Fiona gasped, her hips jerking in response. The pleasure was intense, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
"You're so wet for me, Supergirl," Rose whispered, her voice a mix of amazement and triumph. "It seems I've found your kryptonite."
Fiona moaned, unable to form words. The sensation was overwhelming, her body responding to Rose's touch like it never had before. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her legs trembling with the effort of staying still.
Rose leaned in, her breath hot against Fiona's ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" she whispered.
Fiona nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," she managed to breathe out. "Please."
The stroking grew faster, more insistent, and Fiona could feel her orgasm building. It was like a wave, cresting higher and higher until she couldn't hold back anymore. She cried out as she came, her body spasming with the force of it. The handcuffs dug into her wrists, a painful reminder of her submission.
As she came down from the high, she felt a strange sense of euphoria. This was a side of Rose she had never seen, and she realized she liked it. A lot.
The room was silent for a moment, the only sounds their ragged breathing. Then, Rose stepped around the desk, her own costume askew, her pussy glistening with need. "It's my turn," she said, her voice a low growl. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it."
Fiona felt a thrill run through her at the promise in those words. She had no idea what Rose had planned, but she knew it was going to be intense. She could feel the power shift again, the balance of control tilting in her favor.
Rose leaned over, her eyes dark with lust as she looked down at Fiona. "Crawl," she ordered, her voice low and demanding.
Fiona took a deep breath, the handcuffs still biting into her wrists. She pushed herself up from the chair, her legs shaky, and dropped to her knees. The costume was tight around her thighs, and she had to wiggle slightly to get into a comfortable position. Then, she began to crawl. The feeling of the fabric against her skin was strange, but she liked it, the way it made her feel like she was truly in character.
Her eyes never left Rose's as she approached, her gaze filled with a mix of defiance and desire. She knew that she was obeying, but she also knew that she was giving this to her girlfriend, offering herself up for her pleasure. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel powerful in her own way.
When she reached her destination, Fiona paused for a moment, her eyes tracing the lines of the costume from the top of Rose's stockings to the tips of her black high heels. The shoes were shiny and pointed, a symbol of dominance and authority. She leaned in, her heart racing, and pressed a soft kiss to the arch of Rose's foot.
Rose's breath hitched, and Fiona felt a surge of satisfaction. She knew she was affecting her girlfriend, making her want more. She kissed the other foot, her tongue flicking out to taste the smooth leather of the shoe. The taste was faintly chemical, but it only served to heighten her arousal.
"Good girl," Rose murmured, her voice thick with need. "Now, kiss your way up my legs."
Fiona complied, her lips moving in a trail of kisses up the inside of Rose's calf. She could feel the tension in her thighs, the muscles tightening as she drew closer to the heat between her legs. The room was a haze of desire, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.
As she reached the apex of her girlfriend's thighs, she paused, looking up at Rose for permission. Rose nodded, a smile playing on her lips. Fiona took it as a sign and leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick along the edge of the black thong.
The taste of her girlfriend was intoxicating, making her want more. She pushed the fabric aside with her nose, her tongue finding the sweetness of Rose's clit. She felt the tremor that ran through her as she began to lick in earnest, her mouth eager to bring her to the brink.
Rose's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, setting a pace that had her moaning against her skin. "Yes," she hissed, her voice tight with pleasure. "Just like that."
Fiona's world narrowed to the feel of Rose's thighs against her cheeks, the taste of her on her tongue. She could feel her own need growing, a pulsing ache that demanded attention. But she ignored it, focusing solely on making her girlfriend come.
And then, suddenly, Rose's hand was in her hair, gripping tight. "That's it, Supergirl," she panted, her hips bucking against Fiona's face. "Make me cum."
The command sent a thrill through Fiona, and she redoubled her efforts. She licked and sucked, her tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive bud. Rose's moans grew louder, her grip on Fiona's hair tightening as she approached climax. Fiona felt a surge of power, knowing that she was the one bringing her girlfriend to this point.
Rose's thighs tensed, and she gave a final, desperate moan. "I'm gonna cum," she warned, her voice high and breathless.
Fiona felt the tremor of Rose's orgasm, the way her body convulsed around her. She lapped up every drop, her own desire rise higher and higher. When it was over, Rose released her hair, panting heavily.
Fiona looked up, her eyes meeting hers. "Did I do good?" she asked, her voice playful.
Rose leaned down, her hand cupping Fiona's cheek. "You did amazing," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Now it's my turn to return the favor."
With that, she unclipped the handcuffs, and Fiona felt the sting of freedom. She stood up, her legs shaky, and let the cape fall to the floor. The costume was sticky with her sweat and arousal, but she didn't care. All she cared about was what was coming next.
Rose took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, her own costume discarded. The bed was already turned down, candles flickering on the nightstand. Fiona felt a new wave of excitement wash over her as she realized that the night was far from over.
"Lie down," Rose ordered, her voice still laced with the authority of her role. Fiona obeyed, her heart racing as she watched her girlfriend stride to the dresser. She pulled out a blindfold and a set of velvet restraints.
"What are those for?" Fiona asked, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Rose just smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You'll see," she said, and Fiona felt a thrill of anticipation.
Rose approached the bed, the blindfold in her hand. She leaned over Fiona, her breath warm and sweet. "Ready for the next part of our adventure?"
Fiona nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered.
Rose placed the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. She felt the soft velvet of the restraints being wrapped around her wrists, and then the gentle tug as they were secured to the bedposts. She was completely at Rose's mercy now, and she loved it.
The mattress dipped as Rose climbed onto the bed, and Fiona felt her girlfriend's weight settle between her legs. The anticipation was unbearable, and she squirmed, trying to feel her touch. But Rose was a master of teasing, and she waited, the silence stretching out.
Then, without warning, she felt the first kiss. It was soft, almost tender, against her inner thigh. Fiona's hips jerked upwards, seeking more. But Rose held her down, her hand pressing firmly on her stomach. "Patience," she murmured.
The kisses grew more insistent, moving closer and closer to her pussy. Fiona's breath was coming in ragged pants, her body straining against the restraints. And then, finally, Rose's mouth was on her, her tongue sliding through her folds, tasting her.
Fiona moaned, the pleasure almost too much to bear. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she had never felt more alive. This was what it was like to truly surrender, to give herself over to another's will. And she was loving every second of it.
Rose's tongue was relentless, her lips sucking and kissing until Fiona was writhing beneath her. She could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tightly in her belly. The blindfold heightened her other senses, making every touch, every sensation, more intense. The sound of her own moans filled her ears, echoing around the room.
Suddenly, the kisses stopped, and Fiona felt a moment of loss. But then, she heard the sound of a drawer opening and the unmistakable click of a latch. A cool, metallic object pressed against her skin, and she knew immediately what it was. A vibrator.
Rose's voice was a seductive whisper in the darkness. "I'm going to make you come, Supergirl. And when I'm done, you're going to scream my name."
The vibrator buzzed to life, and Fiona's body tensed. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. She had never used one with Rose before, and the surprise was exhilarating. The vibrations grew stronger as Rose moved it in slow circles around her clit, teasing and taunting her until she was begging for more.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice needy. "I need... I need you."
Rose chuckled, the sound wicked and delicious. "What's the magic word?"
"Please," Fiona begged again, her body arching off the bed. "Please, Lena."
The vibrator was pushed harder against her, the buzzing a constant reminder of her girlfriend's control. "That's better," Rose murmured, her breath hot against Fiona's thigh.
Fiona's orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pure bliss that left her gasping for air. She screamed Rose's name, her body convulsing with the force of it. The restraints dug into her wrists, the pain adding to the pleasure.
When she came down from the high, she felt the vibrator being removed. The mattress shifted again, and she knew that Rose was climbing over her. "You've been a very good captive," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Fiona felt a soft kiss on her cheek, and then the bed dipped again. Rose's body slid over hers, the costume material gliding against her skin. The sensation was maddening, and she wriggled beneath her, trying to get closer.
"Patience," Rose chuckled, her breath warm against Fiona's neck. "You've had your fun."
The blindfold was lifted gently, and the sudden influx of light made Fiona blink rapidly. She looked up into the eyes of her girlfriend, who was now straddling her face, her own eyes filled with a fierce hunger. The sight of Rose above her, powerful and in control, sent a fresh wave of desire through her body.
Rose lowered herself slowly, her pussy hovering just out of reach. Fiona felt the wetness of her desire, and she strained against the velvet restraints, eager to taste her. "Remember, you're still mine," Rose said, her voice a low growl. "And I'll have my way with you."
The first contact was electric. Fiona's tongue met the slick heat of Rose's flesh, and she groaned, the sound muffled by her girlfriend's body. The restraints held her in place, forcing her to focus solely on the task at hand. She licked and sucked, feeling the muscles of Rose's thighs tighten around her head.
Rose's hips began to move, a slow, sensual grind that had Fiona's mouth watering. She could feel the tension in her body, the way she was holding herself back. But Fiona was not one to be denied. She pushed her tongue deeper, savoring the taste of her girlfriend's arousal.
Rose's moans grew louder, her movements becoming more erratic. Fiona felt the mattress shift as she picked up the pace, her tongue flicking and stroking with a newfound fervor. She could feel the orgasm building, the muscles in Rose's thighs clenching around her head.
With a final, desperate cry, Rose's hips bucked forward, and she came hard, her pussy pulsing against Fiona's mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and Fiona felt a strange sense of satisfaction in knowing she had brought her to this peak. The taste was sweet and salty, and she licked her lips hungrily.
Finally, Rose pulled away, panting heavily. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice filled with awe. "You really are something else."
Fiona felt the restraints being untied, the velvet slipping away from her wrists. She sat up, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She reached up, her hands shaking as she touched the costume. "Should we keep playing?" she asked, her voice small.
Rose leaned down, her eyes softening. "Of course," she said, her voice gentle. "But let's take a break for now."
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