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Nora hadn’t been sure how she should start when it came to letting Arthur know she was ready to see him. She’d been stewing over his words for days, avoiding him at work, staring into the distance when she finally got home. Calor was a villain, had caused trouble, destruction, damage, and when she had needed him, he had made her wait for his help and think she couldn’t rely on him for something that was so important to her.
And yet when he told her he never wanted to make her feel that way again… she believed him. She wanted to believe him.
Then there was Arthur. He was an asshole, a hot asshole, and she had known him for some time now- almost a few years. In that time their banter had been full of jabs and snide remarks, with no real veneer of friendship, but when she had dated him, been vulnerable with him, suddenly he was a different man, and she felt good.
Sighing, Nora glanced at her phone. She didn’t want to leave the apartment tonight, but… maybe just a message to let him know she was ok to talk again. Sliding her phone over, she unlocked it and opened her messages. Ignoring the ones from her mom, she tapped Arthur’s name, and took a deep breath.
Had enough time.
Then she set the phone down and waited.
It was about five minutes until he finally replied.
And?
She called him.
He answered almost right away.
“Maxson.”
“No need to be so formal,” she teased softly. Or, shit, maybe that was how he felt. “… so, how are you?”
“It’s a habit, sorry,” he sheepishly replied. “It’s how I’ve answered my phone for years now. But, ah, I’m good. I’m good. Just… doing some paperwork. What about you?”
“Well, I… spent a lot of time thinking.” She bit her lip. “I… I want to believe you, Arthur. That you- won’t do that again. And- and I do. I think you mean it.”
“Good,” he replied, relief in his voice. “I’m glad. Really. Because I won’t… do that. Hurt you, I mean. Disappoint you. Not… intentionally, at least.” There was a pause. “I really am sorry, Nora.”
“I know,” she said. “And- I forgive you for hurting me. So long as you understand that- if you do it again, this- will never happen.”
“I know. All of this is, uh… sort of new to me, to be honest. I’ve never really been in anything serious; it’s always just been casual. That, and my first instinct was to refuse to help, but you somehow managed to intrude on that part.” He grunted. “Don’t ask me if that one’s a good thing yet. Give me some time first.”
“You needing time is fine,” she assured him. “… guess I won’t invite you over tonight.”
“You know, now that I think about it, I’ve had enough time,” he told her. “I think it was a great thing. Perfect timing, if I’m being honest.”
Nora chuckled softly. “Well, no pressure, I promise. You can show up if you want.”
He hummed. “You remember that idea you brought up? About me taking you?”
“Oh,” she whispered softly. A sudden heat flared to life between her thighs. “V-vividly.”
“We could do that,” he suggested. “You-know-who shows up tonight, just after dusk. Breaks in while you’re asleep…”
Nora gasped softly. “I’ll… wear something appropriate.” She paused. “… Can… you bring rope?”
“I’ll bring all my toys, if you want,” Arthur offered. “But specifically the rope and cuffs.”
“Mm,” she whispered. “Well, then. I’ll… well, I guess I won’t see you later, not you anyway… but, uh, have a good evening.”
“Mhm. Have a good evening, Ms. Pendleton.”
Oh, what a bastard. Nora closed the curtains in her apartment as she let out a long, slow exhale. Time to dress… in something more suitable.
It was well beyond dusk when Calor finally arrived outside her apartment, having climbed up the fire escape to her window, similar to how she’d found her way into his place time and again. But with the casement locked, it meant he’d need to be a little more creative than just blowing the glass out like he typically did when robbing jewelry stores.
No, that was much too loud for his plans tonight.
The window screen was pushed up, his eyes then landing on the lock. There was no undoing that; she’d always been able to control water to the point of pushing the latch open, but his powers didn’t have that capability.
Well, there was something…
Calor pressed the tip of his finger against the corner of the glass, just beneath where it met the pane, and started tracing along the edge. Heat followed his movement, burning through the glass, and he stopped just before he traced the entire way around. A smaller hole was made, allowing him to grab the tinier piece and pull it out, then carefully stick his gloved hand in and grab the panel before finishing the entire cut and pulling out the full piece. The glass was set to the side on the fire escape, the window now open, and Calor climbed through, grabbing his bag once he did.
The kitchen. It was smaller than his place, nowhere near as, what was the word… high-end. But he expected that based on where she lived. Still, it was cozy. Now, he just needed to figure out where the bedroom was.
The first room wasn’t the right one. It looked like an office or some sort of spare bedroom, and he took a couple seconds to glance around before stepping back out and going to the next door. Upon opening it, heat from his presence filled the room, and light shedded in from the hallway, illuminating her lying on the bed.
Perfect.
Calor stepped inside and shut the door behind him, his bag silently set on the floor beside the bed, though he was quick to grab the sets of rope from it. Small flames flickered around him, lighting up the room just enough for him to see what she was wearing, and, fuck, he was ready to get between her thighs.
Nora didn’t stir on the bed, though she shifted a little, her hands on her belly as she lay deep in sleep. One of the sets of rope was lightly put beside her feet, the other next to her upper half, before Calor finally pounced. Quickly and suddenly, he was atop her and straddling her hips while he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed above her with one of his, his free one then grabbing the rope again.
Nora was jolted awake with a sharp cry, her eyes falling on the dark figure on top of her. Heart thudding in her chest, she gazed up at them, her eyes wide. “W-what- what’s happening? Who are you?”
He didn’t bother answering her, instead focusing on tying one wrist to the corner of her headboard, then the other, the rope long enough to stretch across. Calor briefly glanced down at her and flashed her a grin before scooting down her legs and grabbing the other rope, then working on tying her legs up, as well.
“Wait, wait stop,” she gasped, trying to pull her leg away. “I don’t- why are you- what are you doing here?!”
“Teaching you a lesson,” he finally mumbled, securing one leg and moving to the second.
“A lesson?” she repeated. “What did I do? Why are you doing this? You can’t do this!”
“I can,” he told her, tying her leg off, “And I will.”
Climbing back up her body, Calor straddled her hips once more. “I’m sick of seeing you on tv all the time, doing your goody-two-shoes bullshit about justice.” One hand slid up her stomach and along her basque, up to her breast, and cupped her. “No one can help you.”
Heat flickered to life between her thighs and Nora couldn’t help moaning softly. “I- I’ll- I’m a lawyer, I’ll find out who you are!”
“No, you won’t.” He switched between breasts. “You know how I know? Because you heard of me months ago and you’ve yet to figure out my identity.”
Breath catching, she swallowed. “This- that’s not true! I’m- that’s not the kind of lawyer I am!”
“No? But what about the other you?” He shifted to move between her thighs, his knees going beneath her ass; the rope gave enough slack so her legs could bend.
“Other- fuck, how- how did you,” she whispered, eyes now wider. “No, that’s- impossible.”
“You think you can hide your body beneath tight clothing, Saras?” Calor taunted, his hips rocking against her. “No, not quite.”
“You- are disgusting,” she snapped, straining against him. “How dare you!”
“And you,” he quickly leaned over her, their faces close, “Are very fuckable.” His eyes dropped to her chest without his head moving, but he was quickly looking back at her face again. “Which I’m sure you won’t mind if I do.”
Wriggling frantically against her bindings, Nora tried to shake him off, her body grinding against his. “You- this is- oh, please don’t!”
“Please don’t what?” he asked while grinding himself back into her as he started unzipping her basque.
“Please don’t fuck me.” Her voice came out breathless. “You shouldn’t.”
“You’re right, I probably shouldn’t,” Calor agreed. “It wouldn’t be right doing this to you, to a hero.” Her basque was completely unzipped, and he pushed it open to reveal her breasts, his head tipping down to watch as he palmed one of them. “But it’s a good thing I don’t really care about that.”
A soft oh god escaped her lips as she arched up despite herself, biting her lip as he touched her. “P-please, be gentle. It- it’s been six months.”
“Gentle, huh?” He met her eyes. “I don’t think so, girl.” Pulling away, Calor leaned off the edge of the bed and reached into his bag, grabbing two items before he was back atop her, still between her legs. One of the items was hidden in his palm, covered by his fingers, though the other was held up to show her. “As much as I love the sweet, innocent begging, I think you’ve done enough of it for now.”
A gag. Nora bared her teeth. “It won’t be sweet for long,” she warned. “Don’t you dare!”
His eyes lit up and a grin washed over his face; Calor abruptly pushed the gag against her mouth, pressing it to her lips. “Open up, little girl,” he ordered, almost taunting.
“No, I won’t,” she growled. “Fuck you!”
With his thigh beneath her leg, he pushed his knee up so her lower half was lifted, then briefly let go of one side of the gag to clap his palm down on her ass. “Open your mouth.”
Yelping, Nora obeyed, gazing at him fearfully.
The cloth was shoved into her mouth, then tied around the back of her head. “There you go, good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Once the gag was tied, his other hand reached up to one of hers and the item he’d kept hidden was slipped into her palm. He closed her fingers around it, placing her thumb on a button and pressing it so a loud click filled the room. Without a word and only a brief moment of eye contact, his palm slid down her arm and away.
“Now, where was I?”
Nora watched him move, swallowing. She made a soft noise behind the gag, toes curling.
“I do wonder why you were wearing all this,” he mumbled, motioning to her clothing as he looked her up and down. “Lingerie, no panties… almost like you were waiting for someone.” He met her gaze again. “Almost like you were waiting for me.”
Nora shook her head frantically. Fuck no. She glared at him.
He couldn’t help but grin, his fingers trailing down between her breasts, along her stomach, and stopping at her mound; heat followed every movement he made. “That’s a shame. It would have been a nice surprise to know you were anticipating my arrival.”
The trail of heat left her moaning, and she closed her eyes, wriggling in her bindings to try and shift his touch away from her mound. Calor ignored her protests, instead dragging his fingers further down and along her folds, grazing.
“I’m not sure why you pretend to dislike this. It’s very clear you’re getting some sort of enjoyment out of it.”
Gasping, Nora’s lashes fluttered, and she wriggled again despite knowing it was useless to even try. Her thighs almost parted wider as she arched away from his hand.
“What, you have nothing to say?” he taunted with a grin. “That must mean you enjoy it.” Two fingers sank into her straight to the last knuckle. “Not to mention how wet you are.”
Fuck, when he touched her she moaned, long and low and loud despite the gag. Chest rising and falling, she turned her head away from him so she wouldn’t have to look at him humiliating her like this.
“You know, if you’re going to moan like that, maybe I shouldn’t use the gag,” he commented before pulling the cloth from her mouth and letting it rest around her neck. Once he settled back on his knees between her thighs, his two fingers in her started to slowly move back and forth, searching for her sweet spot.
Keening loudly, she arched her back, cheeks burning at the noise coming from between her thighs with every stroke of his fingers. Tossing her head, Nora pulled on her bindings in an attempt to get free.
“Listen to that,” Calor purred. “You really do like this, huh?” As soon as he found her sweet spot, he started to roughly rub at it, his arm quickly moving back and forth. “You like being held hostage, fucked against your will?”
"Oh god, fuck, no, I don't, I swear, oh!" Nora mewled, but she was soaked, and her body seemed to like it despite her verbal protests.
“Then why are you so wet, girl? Why are you tightening around my fingers like this? Why are you moaning so loudly?” The thumb on his other hand found her clit, quickly rubbing. “Hell, you’re not even fighting anymore.”
Heat was surging over her body in waves as his fingers played her and she strained once more against the ropes, gasping. "You can't, you can't, this is so w-wrong, so, oh fuck!" He was going to make her cum, and she couldn't stop him.
“I can, I can,” he taunted. “And it’s wrong, but it’s good, isn’t it? So good that you’re so close.” He kept going, coaxing her toward the edge a little more, until he suddenly pulled both hands away right before she tipped over the precipice. “But just not close enough.”
Nora cried out in shock as she hit the edge hard, her thighs trying to squeeze shut around his fingers a little too late. "Fuck!"
“Mm, that’s unfortunate,” Calor mumbled. He unclipped the piece on his suit that hid his cock, reaching in to pull it out and stroke himself a few times. “But it’s a good thing I don’t need you to cum.”
Fuck, Nora felt herself pulse at the sight of the villain's cock, and she had to look away, her cheeks burning. "You're a bastard," she gasped, body still thrumming from the denial.
“That’s fair,” he laughed. “But keep in mind that you’re the one tied to the bed with your legs wide open, not me. Consider which one of us is in control.” Shifting closer, he started pressing into her, his free hand gripping one of her thighs.
"Wait, no," Nora gasped. "Please, not in there. Anywhere else. I'm- I'm ovulating!"
Calor paused, his eyes flicking up to her face again, pupils blown. “Ovulating, huh?” The head was already pushed into her, and both hands went to her thighs, grasping. “Good.” With that, he pushed into her the rest of the way with a single, fluid thrust.
"Oh!" It left Nora shaking, the sudden fullness driving her crazy. "No, please, please, I'll do anything! Just not there, please!"
“Too late, girl,” he breathed, grinding against her a few times. “I’ve already started. There’s no going back now.” His hips pulled back, only to slam forward again.
"Please, please, I'm not on birth control, you're going to get me pregnant," she whimpered. "I can't- you're a villain-!"
“Yeah? You worried about,” he started thrusting, his movements quick and rough, “Having to carry my spawn?” A loud laugh followed his question, taunting. “Maybe that’ll be your—mmmnn—new job.”
His thrusts were rubbing up against her sweet spot, and that orgasm he had denied her earlier was quickly starting to coil tightly between her thighs again. Nora's eyes closed tightly as her hips rolled against him. "No! I can't! You- mmm- you can't do that to me!"
“No?” Leaning forward, Calor roughly grabbed her jaw as he met her gaze, his hips still going but not as quickly. “Do you really want to—fuck—do you really want to test me?”
“Please!” she cried. “P-please, anything, just- just not that, please!”
“And why not?” he growled. “Why shouldn’t I just take you back to my—mmmnnfuck—back to my place and tie you to my bed to use as I please? To—god—to fuck and fill and breed?”
Oh god. Nora was picturing it now, and that heat- she was- “OH FUCK!”
He immediately pulled out. “To use for my own pleasure,” he added, breathless.
Sagging against the ropes, she was left shaking, moaning desperately as she was denied again. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, please.”
“Please, what?” Calor asked, his head tilting. “Go on, tell me.”
“You,” Nora fought down the urge to beg him to fuck her, “you can’t- please, not, not in me, anywhere but there!”
“Oh, we’re well past that point. I’ve already decided I’m going to cum in you—and not just once, but multiple times, to the point where you’re left dripping because you can’t hold it all.” Leaning over her again, his palm slid up her stomach until he was cupping her breast, groping. “You’ll be begging me for more by the time I’m done.”
“I’ll- I’ll do anything, anything else,” she pleaded. “Please. Just- just don’t, I’m begging you, anywhere but there!”
“Like what?” he asked, his cock sliding back into her with a rough thrust.
“I’ll- I’ll use- my m-mouth,” she whispered, her cheeks hot with shame. “A-and- you- can f-fuck me in- up the- my ass.”
“As enticing as that sounds,” Calor started thrusting quick and hard while the hand on her breast roughly squeezed, “I think I prefer filling you.”
Nora sobbed, a mixture of frustration, fear and arousal. “T-this is wrong,” she managed to say, her breath catching with every stroke of his cock. “Y-you- shouldn’t- oh, fuck, p-please! Pleasepleaseplease you can’t-!”
Heat was slowly coiling at the base of his spine, warning him that he was approaching his end, and Calor leaned into her, their bodies pressed close as he continued thrusting. “I can,” he panted, grasping her jaw again so she was forced to look at him, “And I will, over and over until I’m—mmmnfuck—until I’m spent.”
Already the heat was growing, and she whined, eyes fluttering shut as her back arched. “I-I’m- begging you- please- no, please!”
“Look at me,” he ordered, low and firm. “I want your eyes on me when I—mmmnn—when I fill you.”
“Villain,” was all she could whisper as her eyes met his. He was stoking that heat even though she knew he wasn’t going to let her cum.
As soon as their eyes were locked, he glanced up at her hand—the one that held the device he’d given her—before meeting her gaze again. It was brief, a reminder.
A low groan left his chest and his head tipped down a little, his hair falling in his face and over the mask that went around his eyes. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his thrusts choppy. It was only a few more moments until he was finally filling her, the sound much more wet as he kept going, fucking her roughly, until he finally stopped, panting atop her.
Oh god. He was twitching against her, and Nora whimpered as he did so, her eyes shutting. “You… oh god, what- what, why, I’m- I can’t- have a baby with- a villain!”
Relaxing atop her, Calor didn’t bother pulling out, though he did release his hold on her face. “Don’t worry, girl. I’m sure you’ll have more than one by the time I’m done with you.”
His cum began to drip out of her onto the sheets, and Nora swallowed. “Please- not again, please not again, the more you- the chances will be- higher!”
“You think I don’t know that?” he laughed. “But this is boring. Don’t make me gag you again.”
“Boring?” she yelped. “Fuck you! How dare you! You- you invaded my home, you- you’re using me against my will! And- and my begging bores you?!”
“Now, that’s more like it,” he replied with a grin. His cock was already hard again, the shortened refractory period due to his powers working in his favor. “Put up a fight for me, girl.”
“Get fucked,” she groaned. “You- asshole! How- dare you do this! To me! I- you can’t- it’s not right, you bastard!”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re the one getting fucked,” Calor pointed out as he started pushing back into her.
Nora arched up with a groan. "I won't- won't let you keep me, you t-terrible man!"
“You won’t have a choice,” he countered as he started to immediately thrust, quick and hard.
"Fuck!" Her thighs trembled. "Please, don't! I- you can't- how d-dare- oh, ohhh fuck!" She tugged on the ropes, straining, trying to rock back against him and steal pleasure for herself.
“Why don’t you start begging for more,” he suggested, one hand slipping down between her thighs to rub at her clit, teasing. “I know you want to.”
"Oh!" Nora yelped, her hips moving against his hand despite herself. "No, fuck, please, please, I- can't, this, it's wrong!"
“You don’t want to cum, then?” Sitting up on his knees, his free hand went to her breast, groping, while the other kept rubbing at her clit.
"No- don't make me, don't- fuckfuckfuck-!" The heat was soaring, growing unbearable, and Nora writhed in her restraints, her toes curling as she was forced towards that peak.
As soon as she was close again, her walls tightening around his cock, Calor pulled out and stopped rubbing her clit, cutting off that stimulation again and leaving her hanging on the precipice once more. “I won’t.”
This time she was trembling and panting, the edge almost painful. "No, wait," she whined, before she could stop herself.
“Wait? For what?” he asked, his eyes focused on her with interest.
"Nothing," she gasped. "Nothing at all."
“Suit yourself.” He went to push back in but ‘missed,’ the head of his cock roughly bumping into her clit. “Whoops,” he mumbled, though it wasn’t very convincing.
Nora groaned. "Is- this what you're going to do when, when, I'm your captive?"
“Probably.” A grin was flashed at her before he finally pushed in and went back to thrusting, immediately going rough and quick again. “Why? Are you concerned?”
"N-no!" Nora was on the edge, both of her willpower and of her orgasm. If he denied her again, she was going to start begging.
God, she was already tightening around him again. With a low groan and a curse mumbled beneath his breath, Calor pulled out of her once more, and a slow, heavy sigh left his lips. “That good, huh?”
"I hate you," she sobbed.
“I’m not so sure that’s true.” His hand was on his cock, quickly stroking, as he waited for her to come down from the edge.
Panting, she lay back. "… please."
“Mm? Please, what?”
"… let- let me- let me- cum!" Nora whined.
“That sounds like a demand,” he replied.
"W-well you're an asshole," she shot back.
“I suppose I’ll keep denying you, then.” Calor was pushing back into her then, his thighs positioning beneath her ass a bit more so she was propped up on them.
Nora's voice filled the room, frustration and pleasure bubbling up in her core, a need suffusing her. "I, fuck, Calor, you bastard, I'm a lawyer, god, ohhh, fuck, you can't, I'll stop you, fuck, please-!"
“You won’t stop me,” he growled, his hips roughly snapping against her. “All you’ll do—mmmnnfuck—is take it.” Grasping the tops of her thighs, he fucked her harder, that same heat coiling at the base of his spine again, though it was faint. “And you’ll enjoy it.”
"No- oh!" She cried out, her toes curling. "No, Calor, you f-fucking- oh, god, I'm gonna-!"
Quickly, he pulled out, though his hand was on his cock again, stroking, ensuring he didn’t lose whatever pleasure was possible despite the fact he’d denied her once again. Nora's eyes shut tightly, and she swallowed.
"Please," she whimpered. "I can't- take it anymore! Please, please let- let me- cum!"
“Mm, I’ll think about it,” he panted before pushing back into her. Heat was tight in his spine now, and as he started thrusting again, he leaned over her just a little, his hands on the bed to hold himself up and give himself some leverage. “Keep begging.”
"Fuck, fuck, oh, please," she sobbed. "I can't take it! I can't! Fuck, oh, Calor!"
“God, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. Grasping her breast again, his thrusts were choppy once more, and he tipped his head down while his eyes tightly closed as he tipped over the edge with a moan.
"Nononono please!" Nora keened as he filled her for the second time.
With a sigh of relief, he leaned over her a bit more once that post-orgasm high resided. “Mm… are you having fun, girl? I know I am.”
"I- hate you," she sobbed out, squeezing him with her inner muscles.
“You don’t. You only think you do,” Calor told her. “Besides, if you ask nicely, maybe I’ll let you cum this next time.”
"You're lying," she panted.
“I could be,” he admitted. “I guess the only way to find out is to try, huh?"
She bit her lip. "You're- you're the- the worst. I can't… won't…"
“Aww. But you were begging just a minute ago. What changed?”
"Y-you didn't let me," she whispered.
“Yeah, and if you don’t ask nicely, I won’t let you again,” Calor explained. Reaching down between them, he wrapped his fingers around his half-hard cock and started to slowly stroke to get it the rest of the way there.
She was wet, soaked with her slick and his cum, and as she watched him stroke his cock, she swallowed. "… please."
“Mm, I like the sound of that,” he purred. “I’ll consider it.” Shifting forward, Calor pushed back into her, his thrust slow.
"You can't treat, mmm, me like this!" Nora sobbed. "Please! Please, if- if you're going to- to keep me, then- then let me see you!"
“See me?” he repeated, his hips pausing once they were flush with hers. “You want to see my face, girl? You want to know who I really am?”
"You- you know me," she protested, her voice breathless. "If- if- oh- I'll be a captive, then… it's- fuck, you won't let me get away!"
He hummed in thought. “Alright, but only because you’ll be stuck with me.”
Meeting her gaze, he pulled his mask up and over his head, revealing his face to her.
"Arthur," she whispered, eyes widening. "No…"
A wide grin stretched across his lips. “Surprised, Ms. Pendleton?”
"No," she said again. "I… just… fuck, you just… you've been… oh god!"
“Mm? What? Spit it out, girl.” He ground himself against her.
"A thief, you've… broken into my home and you're going to- to kidnap me," she mewled.
“I have, and I am,” Arthur agreed, tossing his mask onto the floor beside his bag. “I will take you home with me and use you as I please; I’ll fuck you and fill you and impregnate you, all because I can.” He slid his fingers up her stomach, tracing over areas where she’d swell. “And you will enjoy it.”
Nora swallowed. "Yes," she admitted softly. "Yes, I will." She bit her lip. "Priya, please!"
That had his head tilting. Something seemed to change, the atmosphere altering somehow. His brows furrowed as he studied her face, searching for an answer he hadn’t asked, before he just abruptly leaned down and grasped her chin again, their lips meeting in a rough kiss.
The low groan that rumbled in Nora’s chest as his mouth pressed against hers filled the room, and she strained against her bindings, wanting to touch him as she licked against his lips, her eyes closing.
He heard the quiet creak of the headboard each time she tugged against her restraints, and Arthur was quick to lean over to untie one of her wrists, then the other, no longer caring about the game they’d been playing moments ago. Her begging, the pet name he still didn’t know the meaning of… it was too risky to continue, anyway, but he didn’t really mind the change, especially when their lips met again in another kiss, this one much more desperate than before. Nora’s hands were immediately tangling in his hair, pulling him close, the play-acting forgotten as she arched up into him. Maybe a week wasn’t as long as six months, but after the constant nightly break-ins where she had enjoyed herself, the lack of intimacy, the lack of romance, kissing him again felt like water after a drought.
By the time he was breathless, not having even continued fucking her yet, Maxson pulled away, sitting up on his knees again and twisting around to untie her ankles so she was completely unbound from the restraints he’d put her in. Rather than returning to her right away, though, he went to unlacing one of his boots, his other hand running up her stomach and to one of her breasts, palming it.
Nora’s hands tugged at his suit. “Hey,” she gasped, “can- can you get this off?”
“I am,” he told her. “Don’t worry. Need my boots off first.”
Laying back, she watched him strip out of the suit, her eyes drinking in the sight of him. Thighs sliding up, they parted wide, and she rested her hands over her belly, her breathing still heavy. It didn’t take long for him to have everything off, his clothes getting tossed to the floor without care, and he was soon back atop her, their bodies close and lips pressed together once more while his cock was rubbing along her folds.
“A-are you,” she panted, “are you, mmm, going to- to let- let me- cum?”
Arthur trailed his lips down to her throat. “Mm, do you actually want to cum?” he asked, nipping along the column.
“Y-you, oh, a-aren’t going to let me, are you?” she groaned.
“I will.” Shifting his hips, he pushed back into her. “But you didn’t answer my question.”
“I, yes,” she whined, sliding her hands around the back of his neck. “Please!”
“Then I’ll let you cum,” he told her as he started thrusting, though his movements were just as slow as when he pushed in. One hand slid down to her thigh, pulling it up against his hip, while the other threaded his fingers into her hair, his face pressing against the side of hers opposite his hand. “I missed fucking you.”
“Missed it too,” she gasped, her thighs wrapping around his waist. “Missed- this. It- fuck, it’s good, Arthur.”
“You want me to—mmmnnfuck—you want me to cum in you again?” he asked, his breath drawing along the curve of her jaw.
“Yes,” she whimpered, rocking her hips, trying to spur him to go faster.
“What changed, hm?” Arthur teased, nipping her jaw and ignoring her non-verbal request.
“R-reward for, mmm, good behaviour,” she managed.
He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “Maybe I should be—fuck—be good more often.”
“Mmm,” she gasped. “Y-you should! God, please!”
“What are you begging for, pulchra?” he purred, his hips bucking just a little.
“F-faster, please,” she begged.
Giving her what she wanted, he sped up, though it still wasn’t rough by any means; no, he wanted to be gentle with her even if he had no idea why. The intimacy… it just felt good. It was something he’d never experienced before, not really, or at least not like this, and all he wanted to do was savor it.
“I-I need it,” she whispered. “S-so bad, priya, please!”
“What do you need?” he asked against her neck, kissing and licking and nipping.
“Harder, please!” she panted.
“But what if I want to be soft with you, hm?”
Nora met his gaze. “Y-you, you want to be soft?” she breathed.
He paused and pulled back enough to see her clearly, brows furrowed. She didn’t seem particularly interested in the idea, so perhaps he’d made a mistake. “No, it’s alright,” Arthur mumbled, shaking his head a little as he looked away. “I can—”
“No, no, priya,” Nora whispered gently. “That’s not what I meant. It’s a surprise. A sweet one.” She leaned up to give him the gentlest of kisses on his lips. “Please, if that’s what you want, I want it too.”
Swallowing hard, he met her gaze again. “Are you sure? I can just… I mean, it’s not something I need, it’s just new.”
“Darling,” Nora brushed her hand over his face, through his hair, “you can be soft with me whenever you want to be. I like it too. I’m- glad that’s what you like.”
“I’ve never…” Arthur cleared his throat, trying to regain himself. “It’s just new to me. I don’t know if I like it yet.”
She nodded. "Do what makes you comfortable. I like both."
There was a brief moment of hesitation before he leaned back down and pressed their lips together in another kiss, his hips starting to move again at that same slow pace. While he knew he enjoyed the slowness and intimacy, he wasn’t entirely sure how much he enjoyed it. Nora's soft moans buzzed against his lips, and her fingers ran all over his body, down the back of his neck, along his shoulders, tracing the curve of his spine and along his hips before running her palms back up to his shoulder blades, and every so often her tongue would sweep over his lips.
Breaking the kiss, his face buried against the side of her neck as he picked up the pace a little, a moan muffled against her skin. Heat was coiling at the base of his spine, the intimacy of the moment the main driving force of his pleasure, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
Oh, this was never going to be enough to get her off, but it felt good, and as Nora repeated those touches once more, fingers and palms winding all over his upper body, through his hair, she moaned softly, her heels digging into his back.
Murmuring soft nothings to him in her mother tongue, she kept her mouth by his ear, panting gently. "Arthur," she whispered.
Fuck, it was doing him in. He grabbed onto the headboard with one hand, using it as leverage to fuck her a little rougher, his knees parting and shifting a little closer to let him do the same, though he still wasn’t taking her very hard. Turning his head, his lips pressed against her jaw once more, and each exhaled breath curved along her skin. “Fuck, Nora,” he panted, the words partially moaned.
"Mmm," she panted. "Please, priya, oh, fuck, god, this, it's, fuck, fuck!" She wasn't going to cum, but god, he was massaging her sweet spot with every thrust.
There it was, the begging; it quickly did him in. Arthur thrusted into her a few more times, rougher than he’d been going, before finally tipping over the edge, their hips flush. Another low moan escaped him as he tightly gripped the headboard, his body tense atop her while he rolled through the pleasure of his orgasm.
Nora squeezed him with her walls, milking his cock as she tousled his hair with her fingers. Arching up, she kissed him deeply. There it was. There was what she had been missing every night for a month. The warmth.
Releasing the headboard, his fingers threaded into her hair again as he returned the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. He didn’t bother pulling out of her, knowing it’d happen on its own as he went soft, and instead relished in the closeness and how she felt beneath him like this.
Yeah, he definitely liked it. And he could really get used to it.
Nora wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, her eyes closed and her body limp despite the arousal that had been left unquenched. Nibbling along his lower lip, she relaxed into the bed.
“You didn’t cum,” he finally said after a while of just laying there with her. “I promised I’d make you cum. How do you want to?”
"Hmm." She trailed her fingers through his hair. "I- trust you. You choose."
The corners of his lips twitched. “Do you, now?”
Biting her lip, Nora nodded.
“If you insist. Where are your toys?”
She pointed to a small set of drawers by her bed. "There."
Climbing off her, he leaned over to the nightstand and opened one of the drawers, spotting the wand. Arthur immediately grabbed it and pulled it out, then scooted back to where he’d once been between Nora’s thighs before holding the toy up to show her. “Still trust me?”
"Yes," she whispered.
The head of the wand was pressed against her clit and rolled in circles, though it wasn’t turned on yet. “I’m not sure that’s wise.”
"Well, mmm, it's- not as though you tied me up," she whispered.
“I could tie you up again,” he offered. The toy was turned on the lowest setting.
"Yes," Nora blurted out before she could stop herself. "Please."
Arthur snorted. “A bit enthusiastic,” he teased. “But alright. You want the rope or do you have regular restraints?”
"Rope is all set up anyway, right?" Nora said.
“True.” It only took a minute or so to get her arms tied up again, though he didn’t bother securing her legs to the footboard since he’d only brought so much rope. Instead, he put the wand between her thighs like he had before and tied her legs closed around it, ensuring it was placed well enough to give her the most amount of stimulation.
“How’s that?”
She nodded. "It's good."
“Good.” He flicked the toy back on to the lowest setting.
Nora moaned, rolling her hips against it. "Fuck, Arthur…"
Slowly, his eyes trailed up and down her body, and he leaned down to drag his tongue over one of her nipples. “Can I take a picture of you like this?”
Fuck. Nora’s breath caught. “Y-you want, oh, fuck, to- to, oh.” She swallowed, her hips rolling. Nora didn’t know what to think. “Of… but, I- what about my- my face?”
“Shield it with water,” he suggested, licking over her nipple once more. “No one will see it, anyway, but that’ll protect your identity, just in case.”
And all she could think of was- “recording?”
He met her gaze. “I was just thinking of a picture, but if you want to be recorded…” his teeth clipped her nipple, “I’m not opposed to it.”
“… maybe, oh, maybe, another- another time,” Nora panted. “But- the picture- ok.” Her eyes met his. “B-but you, if- if it gets out, I will- kill you.”
A grin stretched across his face before he leaned in and kissed her, rough and brief. “I know.” With that, Arthur leaned over the side of the bed and reached into his bag, grabbing his phone. It was a different one from what he’d had the last time he’d seen her since he’d broken that one, but he’d already gotten used to the change.
Pulling away from her, he got to his feet while still on the bed, backing up to stand near the footboard. With the camera pulled up, he was about to position it above her, until—
“Oh, right.” Maxson quickly leaned down and turned the wand up another setting, then was standing again, trying to find the best angle for the picture.
Nora let out a sharp cry, her eyes fluttering shut as she conjured a cloud of vapour thick enough to obscure her. With it blinding her from seeing him, though, suddenly the sensations of the wand seemed to intensify, and she bit her lip as she keened.
“Fuck, you look so good, Nora,” he told her as he took a couple pictures, the flash lighting up the room. One more was accompanied with flames providing light from across the space and from above them, giving a different sort of view, before they disappeared, and he was joining her back on the bed again. “You wanna see?”
The vapour disappearing, Nora felt the heat building hard between her thighs as she looked up at him. “S-sure,” she panted.
He casually flopped down next to her like he hadn’t just increased the vibration of the wand before taking pictures of her naked body and pulled up the pictures on his phone, showing them to her.
God, she looked- fuck.
Nora came hard, her eyes rolling up before fluttering shut as the heat and pleasure rolled over her for the first orgasm all evening. “Fuck, ARTHUR!”
Grinning again, he reached behind him and dropped his phone on top of his bag, then immediately returned his attention to her, his palm cupping one of her breasts, groping. “You like the look of yourself that much, huh?”
Shit, the helplessness, the groping, it was really doing things to her, and with how sensitive she was after she came, Nora was quickly wriggling in her bindings, panting loudly. “Oh, fuck, fuck, a-ah!”
Arthur turned up the wand again, its vibrations growing a little louder and wetter; he was immediately palming her breast after, his body scooting down the bed a little so he could wrap his lips around her nipple and suck it into his mouth. Nora yelped, twisting in the ropes, and in a brief flash she covered her nipple in frost, a sharp groan echoing through the room when his hot tongue licked over it.
The contrast of cold on his tongue was noticeable. So, she was teasing herself again?
“You ever put ice inside yourself?” Arthur asked after a moment, glancing up at her.
“Yes,” she panted, her toes curling.
“Do it now,” he ordered, then turned up the setting again.
“Fuck,” she sobbed, as a sheen of cold covered her clit, her folds, sliding inside and running along her sweet spot. Her thighs shook and her back arched.
“Good girl,” he purred. His lips wrapped around her nipple again and sucked until it was fully peaked, only for him to lean over her and do the same to the other, nibbling and tugging at it.
She was- going to- again- with a louder shriek, she squeezed around the wand as best she could, her breathing ragged. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”
“God, Nora,” Arthur groaned. He was hard again, his cock pressing against her hip, and as much as he wanted to let her enjoy her orgasms the way she was, he also wanted to fuck her one more time. But maybe he didn’t even need to take anything away…
Before he knew it, Arthur was on his knees and pulling her legs over one of his shoulders, his cock pushing back into her as he held her up by her ass. Nora gripped the ropes, the sudden fullness catching her off guard, and she shook in his grip, brief strokes of ice roaming both of their bodies as he fucked her again.
Wrapping his arms around her legs, he started fucking her roughly, their bodies loudly clapping together with each thrust. A wave of heat washed over her breasts, swirling around her nipples, focusing on them. “Put more ice in yourself,” he growled, briefly pulling out.
Whining at the lack of friction, Nora obeyed, water and cum streaming out of her and leaving her sheets soaking wet. “Fuck!”
As soon as the ice was replaced, he pushed back in, immediately returning to his rough thrusts. The wand was turned up again, its vibrations almost resonating through her and into him, and he couldn’t hold back the low moan that escaped his chest. Nora didn’t take long to cum again; between the thrusting, the wand, the teasing and the friction, she was a goner, clamping down around his cock as she almost screamed this time. More ice began to play across the both of them, almost frenetic and uncontrolled.
The way she squeezed him with her walls had him moaning; he turned up the wand again even though she was so sensitive. Only one more setting left. “Keep coming for me,” Arthur panted, ignoring that slow, coiling heat. “Two more, at least, yeah?”
“Ohfuck Arthur,” she keened. “I- I can’t, god, I can’t!”
Honestly, she probably could. But… fuck, it was so hard to think when the sensations were just overwhelming her. More ice licked over her folds, her clit, stroking along his cock for a moment where he was pressed against her sweet spot. The bed beneath them was going to be soaked, with all the mess they were making the sheets would need changing.
“Yes, you can, baby,” he encouraged, placing a kiss to the side of her calf. “Fuck. Come on, just two more.”
“Please,” she whined, “please- please, just- pleaseplease, Arthur, priya, c- cum, please!”
He was getting close, but not close enough to cum just yet. “C’mon, pulchra,” he panted, snapping his hips against her. “Cum for me. One more time. I know you can—fuck—I know you can do it. Just for me.”
With the head of the vibrator pressed up against her clit and his cock constantly massaging at that spot, Nora was shaking, sweat dripping down her neck. It was driving her insane in the best way possible, and her toes began to curl, her thighs shaking.
“Priya,” she gasped, “fuck, Arthur, oh god, fuckfuckfuuuuck!”
With that, she was swept under again, squirming in his grip with the strength of the release as she twisted in the ropes, thighs clamped around the wand.
The pulsing around his cock quickly did him in and Arthur was soon bottoming out and coming inside her with a low moan. He gripped her legs, his face pressed against the side of her calf, and his hips made small, reflexive thrusts for a few moments until he finally came to a stop. With a heavy breath, the wand was turned off.
The sudden disappearance of the constant vibration left Nora sighing deeply, sagging against the mattress, though the head was still rubbing against her clit, and she tried not to shift too much and disturb it. Looking up, her eyes met Arthur’s. “Hey,” she whispered.
“Mm, hi,” he replied with a smile, his cheek pressed against her leg. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” she admitted. “But… I enjoyed it. A lot. You?”
“Mhm, same.” He slowly pulled out, his cum following suit. “Let me get you untied and cleaned up, yeah?”
“Please,” she whispered. “A- bath would be good. I… have a big one.”
One brow raised as he glanced up at her while untying the rope from around her legs. “Are you asking me to take a bath with you, Ms. Pendleton?”
“I can keep the water hot permanently,” was all she said.
Humming, the rope was tossed onto the floor, the wand atop his bag, then he started untying her hands. “I suppose that’s acceptable,” he teased.
Nora smiled, her eyes briefly fluttering shut as she lay back, and when her hands were free, she ran one of them through her hair, exhaling heavily.
A few kisses were placed on one of her wrists. “I can start a load of laundry before we get in the tub, if you’d like. That way your sheets can be washed.”
“We can sleep in the spare bedroom,” she assured him. “I have a pullout couch. Sheets can wait until tomorrow.”
“That works.” Climbing off the bed, Arthur carefully picked her up bridal-style and started carrying her out of the room. “You’ll have to tell me where the bathroom is. I found the spare bedroom.”
“It’s the room next to the spare bedroom,” Nora said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He carried her into it, flipping the light on with his elbow, and then gently set her on her feet. “I’ll let you handle the water. I’m going to grab my phone,” he said as he disappeared.
Nora switched on the cold tap, waving her hand. Steam began to rise from the water that poured into the bathtub, and pretty soon it was full enough to take them both. She stepped in, letting out a soft moan of both pleasure and pain as the water lapped over her folds, and sat forward, waiting for Arthur.
When he came back in, he set both their phones down on the closed toilet lid since it was close to the tub, then eyed the empty space behind her. “You’re sure I’ll fit?”
“I’ll sit in your lap,” she chuckled.
“If you insist,” he drawled, teasing. Stepping into the tub, he lowered himself behind her, then stretched his legs out on either side of her body, though his knees were bent since the tub wasn’t that big. “Not too bad.”
Nora lifted a little and settled back against him, the water around them staying warm.
“Thank you for tonight,” she said after a moment.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest, tucking her head beneath his chin. “Why are you thanking me? There’s no reason to,” he replied. “I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
“Then I accept your thanks.” She could reach for the shampoo and soaps and sponge, but Arthur was comfortable. “But… seriously. I- you know I trust you, right?”
There was a long silence. “… I know,” he finally said. “But I’m not sure I deserve it.”
“Mmm, well.” Nora shrugged. “We could always stop.” She was smiling.
“If you’d prefer,” he shot back.
“Only if you want to as well.” She draped her arms over his. “But, I’d rather not. We saved people from a burning building. This is my way of relaxing.”
“Even though I didn’t show up right away?” he quietly asked.
Nora rolled over. “Will you ever do it again?” she murmured. “Other than at times where you physically can’t be there?”
His brows furrowed as he studied her face, her expression, searching for what she was thinking and feeling. Then again, he already knew, didn’t he?
“No, I won’t,” Arthur promised, shaking his head. “I’m still… struggling with this—all of this—but I meant it when I said I never wanted to hurt you like that again.”
She leaned up and kissed him gently. “Then I trust you.”
Returning the kiss, he gently cupped her cheek. “Good. I’m glad. I don’t want to break that trust again.”
She smiled. “Though this is going to make the workplace buzz for the next… three years?”
“Good thing we don’t technically work together,” he teased. “But you coming to the DA’s office to see me and vice versa might make it obvious.”
She suddenly groaned. “You know I can’t defend if you’re prosecuting.”
“Perfect,” he laughed.
“So maybe you should switch to defense,” she added.
“Why?” One brow arched.
“Because,” she leaned closer, “I want to weaponise you in dangerous ways.”
Arthur leaned in, as well. “I don’t know what that means,” he whispered.
“You’re a terrifying prosecutor,” she pointed out. “Imagine how amazing you’d be at defense.”
His eyes narrowed. “Are you saying this because you want to be in a courtroom with me and not on opposite sides?”
“Picture it.” She placed her hands on his chest. “You, me, a court case, a guilty verdict to overturn, both of us getting lavished with attention and adoration. Imagine all the shit we could get done together.”
There was a quiet hum. “I’ll consider it. You bring it up to Marcy Long, have her call me. But I want at least the same salary and benefits I’m getting now at the DA’s office,” he told her. “So, I suggest you talk her up. A lot.”
Nora chuckled. “I promise I’ll sweet talk Marcy.” Shifting forward, her lips pressed against his. “And in between then, maybe… be a little more lenient with your prosecution.”
“What, you’re suddenly doing my job now?” he teased, though there was a bit of tension in his voice. “You realize if it seems like I’m suddenly changing how I’m presenting evidence, the DA’s office will demand a retrial for every single person the office has brought charges against with me in the courtroom, win or lose?”
Nora nodded. “Do it… in whatever way would be wise, then. Just… you know you’re slapping down the harshest sentences possible.”
With a sigh, he rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Call Marcy in the morning. I’ll talk to her if she’s willing. And, if necessary, I can resign until she can get me on board.”
“You can move in with me so you don’t do anything stupid with boredom,” Nora chuckled.
That… was not something he expected. Pulling his hand away from his face, Arthur stared at her in confusion and surprise. “Move in with you?”
“Look,” she watched him carefully, “you act like you’re going to burn down an apartment block whenever I turn my back. So, yes, I want you where I can see you.”
“Well, if that’s the case, I’d rather you move in with me,” Maxson countered.
Nora blinked. “Oh,” she murmured. “That’s… I suppose I could.” She hadn’t considered that, but… shit, Arthur’s place was a lot nicer than hers, especially the damn kitchen… “Ok. My- my lease ends in a couple months, though.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “I can pay it out, it’s not a big deal.”
Her brow rose. “Are you treating me like a sugar baby, Mr. Maxson?”
“It’s possible. Are you complaining about it, Ms. Pendleton?”
“Only if you stop.” She leaned in for another kiss.
The kiss was returned, soft and gentle, and he lightly sighed into it. “Then I won’t.”
“We should probably wash,” she finally said.
“We should,” Arthur agreed, though he made no effort to move.
Waving her hand lazily, Nora began to bring the water to them instead, washing the sweat and slick and cum from their skin. “This works.”
“I agree,” he said with a laugh, his lips dropping to her neck.
“I still… cannot believe this is where I ended up,” she admitted, after a lengthy pause. “But… I’m enjoying it.”
“Mm, same for me,” he mumbled. “I didn’t think I’d be fucking the woman who kept screwing up my cases, but here I am, sitting in a bathtub with her after having came inside her four times in one night.”
“… I am on birth control,” Nora said. “But… I’m not sure how it holds up to… super sperm.”
“Well, I suppose we’ll just have to find out,” he told her. “I… realize it’s a kink, but, ah… if you do end up pregnant…” His words trailed off.
“… well, it’ll certainly free up some space for you on Marcy’s team,” she joked.
“So, you’d keep it?” he asked.
“I’ve always wanted kids,” she reminded him. “I’m 29. Now is a good time for me. It just depends on what you want.”
“I more of meant because, you know, we’re not married and we only just started dating,” Arthur explained. “But if you’d be willing to raise a child with me so soon, yeah, I’d like to.”
She gazed at him for a moment. “True.” Nora hummed. “So you think we should go on more dates, then?”
The corners of his lips twitched. “I did say I wanted to spoil you.”
“Mmm,” she laughed. “So, I’ll talk to Marcy, we can date for a bit, get to know each other, see how well we work together as a legal team.”
“I like the sound of that,” he said.
“… but not today.” The water remained blissfully hot. “Today I am going to have a long, long bath with a supervillain and then pass out in the next room.”
“Mm, I like the sound of that, too,” he added with a quiet laugh before leaning in to kiss her.